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{A/N: The following is a skippable smut chapter, and I make no promises for its quality as I am bitchless loser and it's my first time writing smut. You have been warned.}
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The door to a rather luxurious room within the Roundtable opened roughly, slamming against the wall with a loud echo.
Not that the two lovers seemed to care.
John and Melina shuffled into the room awkwardly, the maiden was nearly entirely leaning into her knight's hold, letting him hold her up as her mouth was busy intimately exploring the insides of his.
"Mnnf- F-Fuck, Johnathan-!" She gasped between his heated kisses as she felt him spin the two of them around, slamming the door closed with flick of his foot.
The saliva connecting their mouths didn't break apart in time before his mouth closed the gap hungrily again.
John's grip on Melina's hips tightened, almost painfully as he lost himself in the moment before easing up again. He felt her gasp out a moan against his lips when he slammed her back against the door.
John's tongue plunged deep, Melina melted instantly, her arms looping around John's neck, fingers tangling in black and white strands as she kissed back with tipsy, desperate fervor.
His hands fumbled for the key, locking the door and immediately forgetting it even existed in favour of Melina's backside. His hand slid possessively down Melina's lower back, fingers digging into the soft curve of her ass beneath the thin fabric of her dress, pulling their bodies flush.
"A-Ahn~ J-Johnathan, n-not so rough~!" She whimpered into his mouth, one of her hands moving from his neck to clutch his shirt tightly.
Johnathan let out a chuckle against her mouth as his hands became more insistent. His fingers deftly worked at the intricate ties of her corset, the leather laces yielding under his persistent tugs. "Come on, princess~ Isn't this what you wanted?"
"D-Don't say that, you bastard~" She moaned, her voice totally missing the venom in it that she probably intended. Her own trembling hands pushed beneath his shirt, fingertips skating over the hard planes of his abdomen, seeking warmth.
She gasped into his mouth as she touched bare skin, her breaths hitched and uneven as she pushed the fabric higher. Her lips trembled against his mouth, her voice sounding dizzy and unbalanced. "S-S'not fair- Ah~... I wanna touch you too~!"
He broke the kiss long enough to lean back with a chuckle, and tear his shirt over his head, letting it fall beside them as she admired him up close with a hint of shameful lust. Her eye trailed across the sculpted planes of his chest sensually, admiring his muscles as she ran a hand along them.
A small trickle of drool leaked from the corner of her mouth.
"Like what you see?" He teased when he noticed the drool, earning him a playful swat that was quickly followed by her hands grasping his shoulders.
Her fingers dug deep into the taut muscle of his shoulders, blunt nails pressing crescents into his skin as she hauled him down. Their mouths crashed together again in a messy, desperate kiss.
Johnathan's larger, calloused hands slid urgently over the loosened leather ties of her corset. With rough, impatient tugs, the intricate knots gave way. The stiff boning released its grip on her ribs with an audible sigh of leather and fabric.
Melina gasped sharply into his mouth as cool air rushed over her newly exposed torso. The corset slithered down her hips, pooling heavily at her feet on the polished floorboards with a soft thump.
Her thin linen smock beneath offered scant modesty, clinging damply to her flushed skin.
"J-Johnathan-" she breathed, the word swallowed instantly by his renewed kiss.
His hands didn't pause. They slid possessively down her sides, bunching the dark green fabric of her dress and the tunic beneath it. With a firm, insistent tug, he helped her peel the layers upwards.
Melina lifted her arms instinctively, her movements clumsy with desire, letting him drag the garments over her head. The cool air kissed her bare shoulders, her back, her stomach. The discarded clothes joined the corset on the floor.
His hands didn't pause. They slid possessively down her sides, bunching the dark green fabric of her dress and the tunic beneath it. With a firm, insistent tug, he helped her peel the layers upwards.
Melina lifted her arms instinctively, her movements clumsy with desire, letting him drag the garments over her head. The cool air kissed her bare shoulders, her back, her stomach. The discarded clothes joined the corset on the floor.
Simultaneously, Melina's trembling hands fumbled at the waistband of his trousers. Her fingers scrabbled against the sturdy fabric, driven by a frantic need to feel more of him.
She hooked her thumbs inside, pushing downwards with insistent urgency. Johnathan shifted his hips, helping her, the rough fabric rasping against his skin as it slid down his thighs and calves. He kicked them aside roughly.
They broke apart for a ragged breath, chests heaving. Melina stood before him clad only in her simple linen undergarments. They were a thin, sleeveless shirt that clung to her curves and ended mid-thigh, and simple white cotton panties. Johnathan wore only his own underwear, the fabric straining tautly against the undeniable evidence of his arousal.
A breathless, shared laugh escaped them both a moment later. It was nervous yet thick with shared hunger. Melina stumbled forward in a fit of courage that shocked even herself. Her fingers, still trembling slightly, closed around Johnathan's wrist.
With surprising strength fueled by wine and desire, she pulled him forward, towards the vast, inviting expanse of the large bed dominating the room. The plush surface dipped beneath their combined weight as they tumbled onto it, limbs tangling.
She landed half-beneath him, the cool sheets against her heated back. Her single hazel eye met his, wide with vulnerability amidst the haze of lust as her words spilled out, soft and rushed against the charged air. "Johnathan... it is... my first time."
Her gaze flickered away again, unable to resist the undeniable presence straining against his under-breeches before darting back to his face, her blush deepening.
A gentle, reassuring smile curved his lips as he shifted, bracing himself above her on his forearms.
"Then we'll make it a good one." He murmured, the promise low and resonant in her ear. His eyes held hers, warm and steady. "For us both."
His body began to move with a slow, deliberate crawl up hers, the heat radiating from his skin searing even through the thin linen of her shift. Melina's breath hitched, her hands fluttering uncertainly before one landed lightly on his shoulder, the other knotting weakly in the sheets beside her head.
Her permission was silent and implicit by the slight arch of her back beneath him, the way her hips tilted subtly upwards, the complete lack of resistance. Her left eyelid remained resolutely shut, but her right eye was dilated, fixed on him. It flicked once more, inevitably, downwards at the evidence of his own need before returning to his face.
He settled his weight carefully, pressing her down into the yielding mattress. His hips cradled hers, his thighs framing hers. The firm pressure wasn't restraint, but an embrace, one she welcomed. He leaned in close, his forehead brushing hers.
"Tell me." He whispered, his breath warm on her cheek. "Tell me what you want, Melina."
His nearness, the solid weight of him pinning her gently, sent a fresh wave of heat rippling through her, pooling low in her belly. A soft, almost imperceptible whimper escaped her throat as her fingers tightened reflexively against his skin and the cool cotton beneath her.
Unable to bear the intensity of his gaze any longer, Melina turned her head slightly, her cheek pressed against the cool linen sheet. Her voice emerged as a breathless, vulnerable plea, barely audible. "Touch me... please, Johnathan."
The request hung in the air, thick with raw need.
A low, rumbling chuckle vibrated against the shell of her ear.
"Hm? But where?" He purred, his lips brushing her temple, leaving trails of fire.
"Here?" His calloused fingertips ghosted along the sensitive line of her jaw.
"Or here?" They drifted down the column of her throat, tracing the frantic pulse beneath her skin. His touch was deliberately maddeningly slow.
His hands, while one teased her skin, the other sought the hem of her thin linen shirt. With agonizing slowness, he gathered the fabric, his knuckles grazing the curve of her hip, the outside of her thigh, before finally pulling the garment up and over her head. It joined the growing pile on the floor, leaving her bare beneath him.
His heated gaze swept over her revealed form, her pale skin flushed pink, breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath. His lips followed, finding hers again briefly, then trailing a burning path down her throat, across the delicate slope of her shoulder.
He worshipped the soft swell of her breast, taking a taut peak into his mouth with a gentle, insistent suction that drew a sharp gasp from her. He lavished attention on each, his tongue swirling, teeth grazing lightly, making her squirm beneath him, fingers tightening convulsively in the sheets.
All the while, his hand, the one not supporting his weight, traced a path down her trembling stomach, across the curve of her hip, and finally slid between her legs.
His touch there was feather-light, the pad of his thumb brushing carefully through her damp curls, then gliding over the slick, swollen folds beneath. He didn't delve, just circled the sensitive apex with torturous lightness.
"Johnathan!" Her whine was high-pitched, frayed with building tension. She bucked her hips weakly, seeking more pressure, more contact. "D-Don't- Ahn~... Don't tease me like this... please!"
He lifted his head from her breast, meeting her single, wide, pleading eye. A triumphant, heated smirk played on his lips. "As my lady commands~"
The lightness vanished as one broad finger, slick with her own arousal, pressed against her entrance and then pushed slowly, deliberately inside.
Melina's whole body arched violently off the bed. A shocked, guttural moan tore from her throat. It was a sound of pure, unfiltered sensation. Her back bowed, her head thrown back against the mattress, her fingers scrabbled at his back and the sheets as her inner muscles clenched reflexively around the invading digit.
"Aaa-aaaah!... Johnathan!" The cry was part gasp, part sob, echoing the sudden, overwhelming fullness and electric jolt of pleasure.
Melina's entire body was a taut bowstring, vibrating beneath his touch. Johnathan's movements were tentative, lacking practiced rhythm. He pressed with a hesitant curl, then retreated. It wasn't finesse driving him, but raw, eager instinct.
Yet, for Melina, lost in the storm of first-time sensation, the very presence of him inside her was electric, overwhelming. But the clumsy exploration felt intensely, impossibly good.
Her hips twitched upward erratically, seeking more of the friction, the thereness. A high, breathy sigh escaped her parted lips as his finger pressed deep again, not quite finding the perfect spot but igniting sparks regardless.
"Ah... Ah!... J-Johnathan..." She gasped as her right eye squeezed shut, tears of overwhelming sensation welling at the corners.
"Does that...?" He murmured against her neck, his voice thick, his other hand still cupping her breast, thumb strumming her nipple almost absently in his focus below.
"Y-Yes-" She managed, her voice a strangled whisper. "Feels... good... so... ah!"
Her back arched sharply off the bed as his fingertip brushed something sensitive, not quite hitting the core, but sending a brilliant jolt through her. Her legs trembled wildly, knees bumping against his sides. One hand flew to clutch his forearm where it rested beside her head, her blunt nails digging in unconsciously. The other fisted in the sheets beside her, knuckles white.
He pressed on, emboldened by her frantic response, trying to find that spot again, his finger sliding shallowly in a circular motion. Melina whimpered, a sound caught between frustration and intense pleasure, her head thrashing weakly on the pillow.
She couldn't form words, only fragmented sounds—sharp inhalations, choked moans, his name whispered brokenly. Her body pulsed and clenched around his finger as he slowly added more, reacting purely to the sensation, the overwhelming intimacy, and his earnest, unskilled touch. It was messy, awkward, and utterly consuming.
'Yes, just... more... like that…' She thought incoherently, lost in the swell of feeling radiating from her core. "Mmnnph~... ah-ah-ah~!"
Eventually, Johnathan withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving Melina trembling and achingly empty. Before she could protest, he slid down her body, his hands pushing her thighs apart. His breath, hot and damp, ghosted over her slick core.
"N-No!" Melina gasped, instinctively trying to clamp her thighs shut, her hands fluttering down to shield herself. Her voice was thick with mortification and residual pleasure.
"Johnathan, please... That's too obscene! D-Don't put your mouth... t-there... it's dirty..." Her face burned crimson, her single hazel eye wide with horrified fascination as she stared down at him nestled between her legs.
He looked up, meeting her gaze as a roguish, utterly unrepentant grin spread across his face.
"A dog's purpose is to lick." He declared, his voice low and rough with desire. Before she could muster another protest, he leaned in.
His tongue met her slick folds with broad, wet, and utterly lacking finesse. It was a clumsy, enthusiastic, laving, more sloppy puppy than a skilled lover. He explored her with hungry, open-mouthed kisses, his nose buried against her, inhaling her scent deeply.
'Hmm… Tastes like coins… But man do I love money.' He thought, before wedging her thigh to spread her open wider, driven on by her growing moans and whimpers.
Passion, raw and desperate, radiated from him, making up for any lack of technique tenfold. The sensation was shocking, overwhelmingly hot, wet pressure directly on her most sensitive flesh.
Melina's back arched violently off the bed.
"A-AHN~!" She cried out, a strangled sound ripped from her throat. Her hips bucked wildly upwards, seeking more of that maddening friction. Her fingers tangled frantically in his hair, not pushing him away but holding him there.
"Hmn… You're being quite rough here, princess~..." He leaned back, looking up at her with a teasing smirk. "Want your puppy to lick even more, even deeper? Or do you want something else in here, hm~?"
"D-Don't s-say things like that~!" She whimpered, the protest utterly undermined by the desperate thrust of her hips against his face, chasing his mouth.
He groaned against her in the rush of arousal her desperation gave him, the vibration sending fresh sparks through her core as he dove back in. His tongue found her swollen bud and focused. He circled, flicking, pressing with relentless, clumsy intensity.
The edge he'd pushed her towards earlier with his fingers was right there. And the sloppy, fervent worship was too much and too direct. Her thighs clamped hard around his head, her entire body tensing like a drawn bowstring.
"J-Johnathan-! I-I'm gonna-!" The warning cry shattered into a wordless scream. Pleasure detonated, it was blinding and felt absolute. Her vision whited out as her hips jerked tightly against his head.
A gush of fluid soaked his chin, his neck, dripping onto the sheets beneath them. It was a sudden, involuntary release that left her shuddering violently, gasping for air like a drowning woman. Her grip on his hair went slack, her arms falling bonelessly to the bed as tremors wracked her spent body.
A high-pitched, keening whine escaped her parted lips, fading into ragged, shallow breaths. Her right eye stared sightlessly at the ceiling, tears leaking from the corners, while her left remained tightly shut. The flush spread from her face down her neck and chest, painting her pale skin a deep, heated rose.
"I'm guessing that felt good, hm princess~?" He purred up at her, enjoying her dizzy, pleasure drunk expression and earning an annoyed whine from her.
Tremors still rippling through her limbs, Melina rolled slightly onto her side a few moments later. Her vision swam, her breath ragged puffs against the cool sheets. She blinked, slowly bringing Johnathan's smug, satisfied expression into focus.
She saw the dampness on his chin, the possessive gleam in his eyes. A fierce, almost overwhelming desire to return the shattering pleasure she'd just experienced surged through her dizzy exhaustion.
With a shaky inhale, she pushed herself onto her elbows, her movements languid but determined. Before Johnathan could react, she planted a hand firmly on his broad chest and shoved.
He grunted in surprise, yielding easily, landing flat on his back amidst the rumpled bedding. Melina dragged herself over him, straddling his hips, her legs trembling with the effort, her damp heat pressed against the straining fabric covering his crotch.
Her fingers fumbled weakly at the waistband of his under-breeches, the last barrier. With a determined tug downwards, she freed him. His cock sprang up, thick and hard before her eye, glistening faintly at the tip. Melina froze, her single hazel eye widening, her lips parting in a silent gasp.
Up close, she could confirm. It truly was like a Snake down there.
"Oh... God…" She breathed, her voice hushed with genuine awe and a flicker of apprehension. Her fingertips hovered inches away, trembling. "Johnathan... it... it cannot possibly fit..."
He shifted, starting to lift his head. "Melina, wait-"
Ignoring him, fuelled by a potent mix of gratitude, desire, and lingering delirium, she leaned down. Her lips brushed the swollen head in a fleeting, chaste kiss.
The taste was musky and unfamiliar, sparking a low thrum deep within her. Then, gathering her courage, her mouth opened. Her tongue darted out timidly, lapping tentatively at the bead of pre-cum gathered there before her lips closed over the sensitive crown. She could only manage the very tip at first.
Johnathan gasped, a strangled sound that morphed into a low groan. His hips jerked involuntarily.
"M-Melina!" He choked out, his hands flying to her hair, not to push her away, but to grip her curls tightly.
Melina flinched slightly at the involuntary buck, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh for a terrifying instant before she adjusted. She pressed forward slightly, taking a little more of him into the warm, wet confines of her mouth, her timid tongue tracing hesitant, exploratory circles underneath.
The sheer heat of him against her tongue, the unfamiliar texture, the faint saltiness… it was overwhelming, yet a fierce spike of satisfaction pierced her haze at his ragged gasp and the tremor she felt run through his powerful frame beneath her.
Her single eye, dark and wide, remained fixed on his face, watching the play of shock and burgeoning pleasure etch itself across his features as her unpracticed mouth began its earnest worship.
Melina focused intently, her brow furrowed slightly in concentration. Her inexperienced mouth worked clumsily but earnestly. She sucked tentatively on the swollen head, her tongue swirling experimentally beneath the ridge, drawing another sharp gasp from Johnathan.
Emboldened, she pressed forward, taking more of his length into the warm wetness. She managed perhaps half before the unfamiliar stretch and the slight threat of her teeth made her pull back slightly.
A soft, frustrated sound escaped her. Her hand, trembling slightly, wrapped around the thick base she couldn't accommodate. Her fingers were tentative at first, then tightened into a loose, unpracticed grip.
She began to move her hand in a clumsy, jerky rhythm upwards, trying to synchronize with the shallow bobbing of her head. Her strokes were uneven, sometimes too tight, sometimes losing purchase on the slick skin.
Johnathan groaned, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through the bed. His fingers tightened almost painfully in her hair, not guiding, merely anchoring himself against the onslaught of sensation.
"Melina... ah... careful..." He rasped, his hips lifting slightly off the mattress in an involuntary thrust that bumped against the back of her throat.
She gagged softly, pulling back instantly, her eyes watering. A string of saliva connected her lips to his glistening tip. She coughed, catching her breath, her single hazel eye blinking rapidly.
"S-Sorry…" She whispered hoarsely, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
But the fierce desire to please him hadn't abated. She leaned back in, her movements slower now, more cautious. She focused on swirling her tongue around the sensitive head while her hand resumed its awkward stroking motion lower down, her thumb brushing clumsily over the taut skin beneath.
Her gaze flickered up to his face, searching for signs of approval amidst the strained pleasure etched there.
This continued as Johnathan's breathing hitched over time, ragged and urgent. His fingers tightened convulsively in her hair, not pulling, but anchoring her against him.
"M-Melina... I'm close..." He gasped out, the warning strained and thick. His hips trembled beneath her, muscles taut as bowstrings. "You... you don't have to-"
Her single hazel eye flashed up at him, meeting his gaze with fierce determination cutting through the haze of exertion. She didn't hesitate. Instead, she pressed forward, taking him deeper into her mouth just as the first pulse hit.
A hot, salty flood filled her mouth, thick and unfamiliar. She swallowed convulsively, once, twice, her throat working against the sudden rush, managing most of it until she was overwhelmed and her mouth was full.
Only then did she pull back sharply, gasping for air. The sudden withdrawal meant the final spurts landed hot and wet across her flushed cheek, her chin, and the delicate bridge of her nose. A few stray drops clung to her eyelashes.
She knelt back on her heels, straddling his thighs, breathing heavily. Her lips were slick, glistening. Her pale skin was flushed a deep rose, marked by streaks of white.
Yet, despite the mess, a small, triumphant smile curved her swollen lips. Her single eye, bright and dilated, held his gaze steadily. She lifted a trembling hand, not to wipe it away immediately, but simply to touch the wetness on her cheekbone, her expression one of dazed accomplishment mixed with lingering awe.
Johnathan's ragged breathing slowly steadied as he watched Melina retrieve a soft cloth from the bedside table. With gentle, deliberate strokes, she wiped the traces of his release from her cheek, chin, and eyelashes, her movements unhurried.
"R-Remind me to not tease you in bed ever again." He stuttered with clear, sated exhaustion.
A faint, breathy giggle escaped her lips. It was a sound of pure, exhausted contentment as she heard his murmured warning.
She tossed the cloth aside carelessly and sank back onto him, her body molding against his chest like warm wax. Her head found the hollow beneath his collarbone, her nose nuzzling into the warm skin still damp with sweat. Her limbs felt heavy, utterly boneless. Her single blue eye drifted shut, lashes brushing his skin.
"You better." She whispered against his chest, the words soft but carrying the faintest edge of drowsy command. Her arm draped possessively across his waist, fingers curling loosely against his side.
His own arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her closer still. The frantic energy of moments before dissolved into profound stillness, broken only by their slowing breaths syncing in the quiet luxury of the room.
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Author's Note:
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