untitled (pony and miyamoto)

Arturious looked at her and felt her hand run down his scar. He grabbed her hand gently and held it softly he went to kiss it but stopped remembering what she said. He put his hand to her cheek and soft softly.

"I do this because I was like you when I was young. Come inside I will tell you a Tale. One of my origins as a Knight and warrior of the realm."

He stepped aside to let her in the room. He wore a simple pair of leather pants no shirt. His red hair and goatee shown brightly with the light given off by the flames of the torches. His body was lean and well muscled it appeared as he would not be able to carry the armor and weapons he bore to battle. Upon his back and chest was many scars. Sword cuts and arrow wounds he had a thick scar on his left deltoid muscle. He walked over to the bed with a certain grace that was more reminiscent of a dancer, scholar and poet not a fighter, warrior and strategist. He sat on the edge of the bed his legs spread the bulge of his crotch was well noticeable though it was obvious that he was not aroused. He motion for her to take the chair across from him.

She felt strange when he touched her cheek she was surprised when he took her hand she followed him, she noticed he had a similar build to her she was slender and muscular. She felt so small next to him he was easily a foot taller than her. "you do not have to stay in this room I will trust you" she said softly she wasn't prepared to admit it but she didn't like to be alone when in such a strange place. She sat down in the chair quietly to listen to him. She did like the fact that he seemed to respect her, which made her want to trust him. She watched him carefully unsure of what this tale would include he was only about four years older than her was he so different from her now.

Arturious grabbed the tankard and goblet next to his bed and pured some wine. He handed it to her and went to the cabinet for another goblet. After that he went back to the bed and poured himself some wine. He drank it in one gulp. He then placed it on the table and began to speak.

"Twently two tears ago I was born of the Leslie Family. I was the son of the head farmer of the village and only child. I farmed with my father till I reached the age of nine years. I was then chosen by the one of the local knights to be his stable and horse boy. I was nervous at first he was tall and mountainous. I was but a wee lad who was afraid of his shadow as my father beat me often. He looked me in the eyes and said I had the fire of the warrior in me. That I had more strength than I knew I didn't know what he meant at first but in time I would learn. My time as stable boy was uneventful with the minor exceptions. I grew to the age of twelve when I first even touched a blade. The blade was twice my size yet i tied to wield it all the same. The knight who it belong to saw me the same knight who chose me. I dropped the blade afraid I was in for a beating. But instead he smiled and picked up the blade and sheathed it. He asked if I wished to learn the way of the sword. I merely nodded. He then told me to prepare my things I was moving to the castle I was made his squire because I was bold enough to pick up a blade despite what I was born as. He saw what I had in me not my class. I see you as the same Milady that knights name was Anduin Lothar. I received this scar your so fond of trying to save my friend and teacher. He died defending me but before he died he granted me all his property and titles as if I was his son. In a way I suppose I was."

He rose and walked to the window as he rose a single tear fell from his scarred eye. His arms were behind his back as he looked down into the courtyard. In the courtyard was a statue of a warrior holding a child. The statue appeared to wear actual armor and wield a actual blade. It was a fine shrine to a fine warrior. But Arturious stood there stone faced with tears fsalling.

Kiya took a few sips of the wine as she listened carefully to his story, when she saw the tear she watched him move away, she set down the goblet and walked over to him. She hesitated as she stood behind him she gently set her hand on his shoulder blade she was trying to provide some comfort she was not very good at it but at least she was trying she knew she had been cruel to him he did not deserve any of that her father did. She pulled on his shoulder softly to turn him around and gently placed her hand on the side of his face her thumb stroking his cheek softly she took a piece of her sleeve and wiped the tears from his face. "don't cry" she whispered "I ...I am sorry for your loss, this may sound familiar and unfeeling but that is not my intention. Loss happens to those of us who will be hurt by it most. WE lose the ones we care about be it now or many years from now. It is a fact of life but look at it this way...at least he died honorably and he gave some of that honor to you. By being a father to you and by teaching and coaching you he lives on through you and you have continued to honor him he would be very proud of you" she said softly she looked up into his eyes she felt strange being so kind as to try to comfort him but she some how felt like it was the right thing to do.

He looked at her as his expression softened her grabbed her hand and kissed it lightly. he smiled and rubbed her cheek and through hair. He turned to face her and hugged her deeply. He held her for a moment and let her go. He smiled as her said to her.

"I am not the only one with scars it seems. Both of us have more than the physical sort Milady. I will be fine you go and rest Milady I must inspect the troops in the morning."

he went to the cabinet and opened it. Inside was the same sword that the statue had outside and armor in side the acbinet looked to be the same. He reached in and pulled a bottle out he walked to Kiya with a smile and handed it to her. It was a bottle of very expensive and fine wine over a hundred and fifty years old from the date. He then lotion for her to go top bed and rest as he went to his bed.

Kiya took his hand "come with me" she said softly "we are married now we will not sleep alone" she said softly she took him pulling him with her towards her room slowly "I want you to come with me. I do not ask out of tradition I ask out of trust" she said softly she paused for a long moment then smiled up at him. She looked up at him he would see in her eyes that if he rejected her she would be hurt by it. She wanted to comfort and hold him tonight for some reason but she might not hold him she wasn't sure if he would take that to mean something more. SHe felt a bit strange with him she leaned up hesitantly. and kissed his cheek she blushed a little bit. "now come I will not take no for an answer you first take me out here so far away from everything I know and then expect me to be alone."

Arturious frowned and almost refused till he saw her eyes. He then smiled and nodded letting her lead him to the bedroom. He closed and locked the door they were just in before heading to his room. He wondered what and why she had changed her mind so quickly. When they arrive he held her and said.

"I am not expecting you to do anything tonight. That's your choice alone Milady understand?"

He looked deep in her eyes and leaned forward to kiss her even though she may turn him away.

"I know you expect nothing from me tonight that is why I invited you. I do not intend to do anything more tonight than sleep. we are married I can't expect you to sleep in another room for the rest of your life." she whispered. she met him half way in the kiss she blushed deeply when their lips touched she pulled away quickly as she felt a bit uneasy "let us rest" she said softly she slowly pulled off the robe leaving her in her nightgown, this revealed some of the scars on her back she was a bit uneasy about them around any man she knew she would never be comparable to any other lady they saw she felt degraded almost by them. she headed over to the bed to crawl in under the covers. She looked over at him she hoped he did not see them.

Arturious nodded and waited till her back was turn to remove his pants. He quickly got under the covers. He scooted closer to her and wrapped his arm around her and laid his head behind her. Though he was holding her he tried to keep distance. He smelled her hair as he tried his best to sleep.

She felt bare skin against her she turned bright red and scooted away "why are you nude?" she asked she wasn't sure how to react she shifted nervously she turned facing him keeping some distance between them she kept the covers down she was slightly attracted to him but she was not sure she was ready for him to be naked with her. "I thought that would wait until we were both ready for this sort of exposure." she whispered. She felt so strange she knew she would give herself to him tomorrow whether she was ready or not she would need to she owed it to both of them she would be needing to provide him with his first born or he would be dishonored she did not want to do that. She wasn't sure she was ready to have him naked in the bed with her right now but she would have to get used to it. "I am going to trust you not to do anything tonight." she whispered softly she slowly turned over her back to him she reached back untieing the night gown and slowly slipping it off of her body so they both layed naked in the bed this was a test for him to see if he tried anything. he would now see all the scars on her back and sides.

Arturious looked red as if embarrassed. He then bowed his head and said sincerely. As he did so he looked at a few of the scars in admiration not out of disgust. For to him they seemed to add to her beauty not diminish it.

"Aye you have my word as a knight Milady Kiya."

He then wrapped his arm around her waist and his other around her shoulder and played with her hair as he hummed.

She relaxed leaning back a little bit to press her back against his chest she saw the color of his face he was blushing over her of course her face only got redder. She hesitated then rested her hand on his she wanted to feel beautiful but feared it as well. She looked over her shoulder at him he didn't seem to care about the scars this seemed strange to her. "I was sent home from battle because when I got injured they figured out I wasn't one of the guys. That is why I'm not there right now. all I have to show for all of this is rejection from my father and..." she gently took his hand running it over the long and slightly wide scar that went across her stomach to show him she expected him to pull away in disgust.

Arturious listened and let her guide his hand. He held it to the scar runing it along the length of it memorizing every detail of it with his hand. He leaned close to her ear and whispered soflty.

"Milady you must be true to yourself. Your father is but a guide in life nothing more. My father did not want me to become a knight. But I listened to my heart. I was true to myself. What is it you want to be Milady surely being a wife does not suit you. I see the fire in your eyes as I have said before. I don't care what your father says if you wish to fight at my side I will allow it. Your scars only add to your beauty Milady not diminish it."

Her kissed her on the cheek and began to sing a victory sing that was his mentors favorite and many other knights. He sang a in a low and soft tone one that was soothing and comforting.

She slowly turned over looking at him she faced him for the first time like this she slowly moved a bit closer she pressed her lips gently against his she rested her hand on the side of his face. She could be a wife but he seemed to be the only one she was suited for so she would be. She hesitantly moved closer to him her body barely touching his she was a bit shy about it but she trusted him and he made her feel so differently than everyone else did. She blushed deeply as she slowly deepened the kiss her body pressing lightly against his she had never been this close to anyone before.

Arturious was surprised by her actions but returned it none the less. He gently grabbed her shoulders and sent his hands down her arms. He never closed his eyes as he kissed her. His member down stairs swelled with instinct. He pulled her closer wanting only to hold her. But feared her reaction when he did it. His hand wandered to her leg as he barely touched it. His hand skimming down her thigh. He brought it back up and traced the scar on her back. His moan escaped for a instant but was smother by their lips. he pulled away breathing heavily and asked.

"Why I thought you did not want to go this far Kiya?"

He looked into her eyes with confusion and curiosity as he waited for her to answer, He raised his hand and moved her hair out of her eyes and smiled nervously.

"I...I trust you...I'm not afraid anymore" she whispered softly she blushed slightly the way he'd touched her made her skin burn like his fingers were made of embers. She kissed him softly "but if you are not ready" she said softly she slowly moved away she wanted to love him but she was not sure if he would love her in return. So she would do what she could to make him happy and she hoped that he would give her the things she never really had. she couldn't stay away though she moved in closer to him and kissed him deeply once more.

Arturious smiled and leaned forward. He kissed her nose and leaned in and kissed her neck. His member jumped and hit her belly. His hands wondered all over her. Teasing her but they avoided her nether regions. He looked up and said solfty and reassuringly.

"If this is what you want. To be honest I thought you hated me. I only wish to love you as a husband should. I do not want to change you your perfect as you are to me."

From there he let instinct take its natural course. He rolled on top of her and went down her belly and kissed as he went down. Closer and closer to her nether regions.

Kiya blushed deeply, she wasn't sure what he was doing she didn't know why he was going down so low she was not familiar with such procedures. She wasn't sure if she wanted his face down there but she was sure he had a good reason for it "I'm sure and I want to do this with you" she whispered. She relaxed slightly on the bed she was a bit nervous her instinct told her she should just stay put for now and not do anything just let him do what ever he wanted for the moment.

The he stopped right before reaching her groin and went back up slowly kissing her as he went up. He kept going up till he reached her scar he kissed it tenderly and continued to her lips where he pressed his lips to her. He grabbed her and and put on his shaft and said.

"You guide it in Kiya."

He then got on top and let her do as he asked. he leaned forward and kissed her neck as he waited.

Kiya softly caressed the shaft then slid the head inside her it hurt a little but it would be nothing compared to what was coming she looked up at his nervously. She knew it would hurt so she was ready to hold in the pain. She looked him in the eyes "ok I'm ready and your in" she whispered softly she slid her hands to his back to hold on she hoped he would be a little bit gentle with her since this was her first time she was nervous she quivered a bit but relaxed a bit.

He pushed his hips forwards slowly trying not to hurt her anymore than needed. He moaned from the pressure of her womb around his shaft. He kept pushing until he was all the way in her. He then stopped and waited for her to adjust to the feeling. He leaned down and nibbled her breast and grabbed the other one.

She groaned painfully but did not cry out, she looked up at him she pushed him away from her breasts she didn't like to be touched there. She panted heavily as she laid beneath him she dug her nails into the skin of his back slightly to hold on. She just laid there breathing heavily it hurt but she hoped the pain would fade soon so she could forget about it. "oh...god" she whispered looking up into his eyes. He barely fit inside her ti would take some time to get used to him completely.

He began slowly going in and out of her at first half way then the whole length. He kissed her on her neck and cheek. He started off slowly as he moaned in her ear. He then let instinct take over as he quickened the pace. He growled as her nails dug into his back he kissed her on the lips deeply. As his entire length went in and out of her.

She gasped as she was trying to adjust to him as he moved she soon started to loosen up a bit. She relaxed slightly beneath him her thighs traveling up his legs her soft smooth skin gently caressing his, until her thighs rested on his hips, it hurt a little less in this position. The pain was starting to fade only to be replaced with a strange sensation that made her skin burn. She ran her hands up and down his back gently, she kissed his lips softly "relax we aren't in a hurry" she whispered. She wanted this to be a bit slower so that they could both enjoy this.

His seemed glazed till she said for him to slow down. He shook his head and went slow her. He began to slow and make deep strokes and and it felt like he was making a rolling motion. He kissed her cheek and neck as he did so. His hand ran through her hair and his other wrapped around her and held her tight.