Mist

chpt 6



Mouser stood and offered his hands to Guinivere, she rose from the table and

placed her hands in his, he turned her hands palm upwards and dropped a small

kiss on each palm, pulling her close to him he enfolded her in a warm embrace

pressing his body into hers, hesitantly she tilted her head, he brought his lips

moulding to hers', passionately she gave herself up to his kiss, no mere chaste

kiss, fire arced from her heart to her loins behind her closed eyes she could

see sparks, shakily she drew apart from Mouser, he smiled at the expression on

her face, soliticiously he removed her cloak from her shoulders, also removing

his own, he led her to a low bed piled

high with soft cushions.



 "My Lady will be more comfortable here, I shall return shortly, make

yourself at home"



He left and Guinivere was alone in the house, she rose from the bed and wandered

around the room, looking out of the window she was surprised to see Mouser, he

was surrounded by a blue halo, but he was also naked and every bit as

magnificent as Lancelot, her eyes were drawn to his cock, she licked her lips,

she wanted him with all her being, suddenly as if he could sense her need Mouser

turned and spied her in the window, he strode towards the house, his semi erect

cock swaying slightly as he walked.



She stood by the window and waited for him to come in the door, the door opened

and it was all that Guinivere could do to restrain herself from leaping on him,

only her inexperience prevented her, she had no wish to make a fool of herself

again in front of him, she waited until he approached her, his naked form even

more tantalising close up, he looked at her with a quizzical expression on his

face.



 "Is there something wrong My Lady, you are still clothed, perhaps you have

changed your mind about wanting to lay with The Mouser?"



Guinivere swallowed, the words would hardly come, "No, no of course not, you

must excuse me I am very new to.." her voice trailed off as she realised what

she saying, Guinivere felt herself blush, she wanted the ground to open up and

swallow her, Mouser turned away to hide the laugh that was threatening to erupt

from him, swallowing manfully he turned back towards Guinivere.



 "Shall I help My Lady off with her clothes?"



He said this with an almost straight face, Guinivere saw the expression on his

face and the small smile that quirked his lips, she couldnt help herself and

burst out laughing, Mouser gave into his own mirth, they held each other as the

laughter ran its course, abruptly the mood changed as Mouser and Guinivere

caught each others eyes.



They stood facing each other, the naked Prince of the Daoine Sithe and the fully

clothed mortal, but there was a bond forming between them, she felt as if she

knew him, Mouser reached out a finger and outlined the curve of her jaw,

Guinivere sighed and her eyes shut slowly, gently Mouser traced the shape of her

face, her lips parted as he caressed them tenderly, the caresses igniting the

fire of her passion, in her minds eye she could see not Vincent and Lancelot,

but the Prince and herself.



His hands moved from her face down to her shoulders, gently pulling her into his

embrace, his lips seeking hers hungrily searching for contact, the feel of his

naked body pressing into hers, his hands caressing her, slowly at first and then

with increasing fervour. All of these things were overloading Guinivere's

emotions.



Slowly she moved herself away from his embrace, her hands reaching behind her

for the fasteners on her dress, Mouser moved behind her, his hands covering hers

as he helped her undo the awkward buttons, the dress fell from her shoulders

with a rustle to the floor, she stepped out of it. Clad in only her

undergarments she stood there.



 "Would His Highness help me out of my underwear?"



Mouser turned her around, he slipped the straps of her petticoat down over her

shoulders and slowly pulled the garment down, Guinivere gasped as his fingers

grazed the tip of her nipple and the side of her breast, he slipped finger and

thumb into the waist of her panties and hooked them down over her hips, down

over her thighs and calves, she stepped out of them and stood naked before the

Prince.



Mouser smiled as he gazed at her naked body, Guinivere didn't know what to

expect, apart from her presentation at the sacred Altar she had never been naked

before a man and the Altar didnt count as that was religious, for the first time

she wondered what someone else would think of her.



Mouser stared, his gaze dropped from Guinivere's firm but goodly sized

breasts down to her slightly rounded stomach and then down to the cleft between

her legs, her thatch of pubic hair not quite enough to cover the pouty nether

lips of her cunny, what a catch Her Ladyship had turned out to be, his cock gave

a twitch.



Guinivere watched as his cock which had previously been semi erect sprang into

life, if ever she needed confirmation about her attractiveness this was it,

Guinivere was fascinated by the way the tip which had been pink before was now a

vibrant purple colour, she licked her lips, she wanted to taste all of him and

his magnificent cock, she stepped forward and his cock pressed into stomach, she

felt his arms around her as she was lifted in his arms and taken to the bed.