Metal and Dust - Francis & Lola

Seeing Francis moved to put on clothes made her do the same, she got up with the sheet wrapped around her naked body and went to collect her clothes. She listened to his advice as she put on her undergarments, turning to him with a surprised look and a sweet smile, she had never had a guy so concern with her well being, “I know, and I’ll be sure to tell him that he better get his life together because I won’t be there to get him out of trouble again”.

She pulled on her skirts as she nodded, “ I won’t be long but you are welcome to come with me”. However she shook her head when he said he could give him money. She came over to him and grabbed his hand, “please don’t even consider it. I wouldn’t let you give him a penny. He needs to fend for himself once and for all”.

“Good,” Francis replied, sharing her a glance as he hopped on one leg to get his boots on. “He is a grown man. If he decides to gamble his life away, it is not your responsibility. You are a true dear, but don’t.” Once he managed to get his boots on, he pursed his lips at her words - nodding slowly. 

Once Francis was fully clothe again, he grabbed his favorite dagger - along with his hunting bow, wielding it on his back along with his quiver. “Shall we go?”

Metal and Dust - Francis & Lola

When he asked if she wanted a chance at happiness she nodded, “Yes I do”. She was touched that he felt concerned about her safety back at the castle, and she was a bit concern too if she was honest. Aylee had already lost her life, so did Collin, all to get to Mary, either for her to stay or for her to go those close to the Queen of Scots were vulnerable to become a casualty to get to Mary. And now that she had altered the line of succession there were sure to be big repercussions, she had gained more enemies. She returned the squeeze to his hand and gave him a sweet smile, “Then I shall come with you. I feel safe with you. I just need to think of something to tell my friends, I don’t want them worrying I might be dead somewhere”. 

She nodded, unable to keep hidden the small smile at his protectiveness over her, “I promise I’ll be safe, I’ll just go to his chambers and give him a hug and a few words about his behavior”. She might be younger than him but she was one with a strong character and was not over chastising her brother when he screw up like this time. 

“Do that,” Francis gave her a nod, getting up from the bed to at last fetch his trousers from the cold touching floor. “Please, try to get it into his little head. He has to know that you won’t be there to bail him out every once in a while. There are boundaries, Lola. He’s a grown man.” However, men easily fell for gambling nowadays. Especially when their life didn’t turned out like they thought it would. Although Francis didn’t know her brother, it would be a good explanation for his behavior. 

“I will pack,” Francis continued - granting her a charming smile as he pulled his trousers up to his hips. “Please, come back soon. Don’t make me worry about your safety. If you wish, I can come along with you?” Grabbing his leather boots from the tapestry in front of the fireplace, he hopped - slightly struggling to get them on. “I would love to give him some money, to start a new life with - for example. But I fear he won’t use it for lifesupplies.”

Metal and Dust - Francis & Lola

Lola noticed some change in his eyes all of a sudden and she tilted her head a little and looked into his blue eyes, searching for an answer, “Francis, are you sure this what you want to do? With me? If you’re hesitating it’s okay”. She tried to reassure him that he was not obligated and that he could change his mind at any moment. 

When he said he would take her home her face fell for a second until he smiled and finished the sentence, she scooted closer to him and kissed his cheek, “I’ll just get dress and we can leave. Do you need help to pack your belongings? Or maybe I can go say goodbye of my brother while you pack so we can go sooner”. She didn’t want to overthink this and start finding all the things that could go wrong. For once she wanted to follow her heart and do what made her happy. 

“But I’m not,” Francis replied, rather serious now. “You want a chance at being happy, am I right? Considering many blood has been spilled around court, I don’t think it is the right place to be around right now. I know for a fact that my brother will manage to take care of himself and his new fiancee,” he shuddered at the thought, refusing to call Mary her name, and continued. “But I can’t risk your life now people are still out there plotting against each other.” He took her hand, squeezing it softly, and shook his head. “I want you to come with me. For whatever time you want.” 

He shook his head at her offer, granting her a smile. “No need. I did not bring much. It won’t take long for me to pack. Feel free to say your brother goodbye, but make sure to stay out of trouble. Promise me you’ll stay around a crowd.” Not that many were trustable in these rooms. 

Metal and Dust - Francis & Lola

Lola kept her eyes fixed on him, he was so excited that he didn’t even mind his nakedness. There was a spark in his eyes that wasn’t there the night before and it brought a soft smile to her face, it was so enticing to see him so animated. She wanted more than anything to go out in the world and just see what was out there before she was tied down to a husband.

She placed one hand on Francis hand on the bed, “Your offer is the most tempting one I’ve had. I want to see what the world has to offer”. She took a deep breath and then smiled, “So I agree, I want to go with you”

Almost unfortunate for Francis, he didn’t know there was a letter to arrive him soon - if it would find him at all. The plans seemed to have changed around court. But how would he know if he was gone long before getting the message? His heart was still overwhelmed by the terrible news of his brother, the bastard, taking his throne - stealing his future wife all together - leaving Francis with nothing but a fortune of money in his pocket. His excitement wasn’t truly genuine, but with the ecstasy and alcohol still pumping through his veins, he thought he had the whole world at his feet. 

“I’ll take you home,” Francis replied to her - almost as if he, after all, declined his own offer, “-any time you want.” He smiled at her, taking a deep breath - if just to exhale all the pains from the other night before. “Whenever you’re ready, we will leave.”

Metal and Dust - Francis & Lola

Lola watched him jumped form the bed and covered herself with the blankets, afraid he would start to get dress and told her it was time to go. But his next words surprise her, she sat up, pulling the covers around herself, pulling her legs closer to her chest, “What? Francis are you- are you suggesting that I go with you? Like, running away together?”. 

She must admit the idea was tempting, she didn’t like the life at court anymore, she had lost too much since she arrived at the castle, but could she just leave with him?. “But what about…”. She knows that if she runs with him her friendship with Mary will be very damaged, but she also deserve to be happy. “Where would we go?”

Francis shrugged his shoulders, granting her a smile as he approached her again - sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Yes, let us run away together. There is a whole wild world ahead of us. Yet to be explored.” He pursed his lips at her words, yet not convinced by her worries. His vision of running away looked wild, full of adventure. A blank book, a new chapter. Why fear the future, now nothing could possibly go wrong? At least not for him. Yet he understood her concerns. She still had a purpose at court. Finding a suitable man to marry. He wouldn’t judge her, nor would he blame her once she decided to go back to court. Now Francis saw a bright new future after a good night rest, his heart and mind was enlightened. As if he at last spread his wings and finally appeared to be happy to take off flight. 

“We could go off to Sampigny. Or Verdun. To be honest, we can go wherever we want to go. What are your wishes? You know you don’t have to go with me, right? It is whatever you desire.”

Demolition lover - Open

Nigel didn’t stop when she murmured his name against his lips. He was too greedy. Craving for more than just words. He wanted to feel her. He wanted to touch ever little inch of her skin, and breathe her. Allowing her to become a part of him - just like he allowed his previous partner once. Maybe Nicolette and he could create a connection. Was she his new bearer. He shivered at her touch again, smirking because of the familiar soft fabric under their naked bodies. It felt good to be in his own bedroom. To do this in his own bed. It felt safe - no matter how strange that sound. 

However, he cocked his head at her words - afraid she would continue the struggle, tell him how much she disliked the room - but she didn’t. He smiled against her lips, kissing her as he brushed his fingers through her hair. “I love you more.”

It was strange to say. Every time he did so. It was like taking another bite of the forbidden fruit. The apple of Eden. As if the serpent hissed into his ear, demanding him to stop this nonsense. Yet he didn’t listen. Quite in contrary even. He took his solid cock to rub it against her pussy as he kissed her, and without a warning he slowly slipped into her. His back arched. His fingers searched for hers to intertwine, and he kissed her neck as he slowly started to move. 

His bed truth its age. It started to make certain eery noises with every move he made, and the first mistake was a chest facing him - on the ground next to his nightstand. “I’m sorry,” he moaned as he faced the other way - having no actual content. “Tell me what you want.”

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New muse

Demolition lover - Open

“Nigel,” his name came out in a soft little moan, back arched as his lips pressed into her breasts, a weakness of hers. She touched his hair gently, her fingers curling into it, holding onto the strands like they were security. A little grin came over her face as he cursed, had he ever done that before? It turned her on. He wasn’t shy, nervous Nigel when he was touching her and controlling her body with his fingertips. He turned into someone else. And she wanted him to feel that powerful, he was her King, after all.  Her lips parted as she kissed him, allowing his tongue entrance, rubbing her own over his, his sweet taste becoming familiar to her.

Pink lips parted from his own, only so she could catch her breath, his faster speed was making her hips squirm, her curvy ass rocking against the dresser. “Fuck me,”she whispered against his lips, kissing him hard, “Nigel, fuck me,”she said again, between kisses and hard breaths.

He gasped for breath as she kissed him. His erection pushed against the inside of her thigh, and his fingers became wet. A smirk played onto his lips, and he playfully took her lower lip between his lips again - sucking it softly as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. “I will,” he panted as he cocked his head to look at her. “I will baby.” 

It surprise him, that word - since he never used it before. Like, really never. This was the first time it rolled off his tongue, trailing down his lips like a waterfall. His body shivered, hesitated by a lack of oxygen and love. He was excited, horny. He wanted more from her. He wanted her whole. He wanted her for the rest of his life. He wanted her to be his. Officially, permanently, marked. He pulled out at once, grabbing his cock at last, and rubbed it against her pussy as he kissed her hungrily. He wanted to fuck her, but not here. Not yet. Their love was too fresh. Way too fresh to go through the house like this. Besides, if he would go on like this, his house would be broken in a matter of minutes. And that would destroy him - even though it wouldn’t right away. 

He scooped her off the dresser now - forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist - and he wandered through the hallway to find his bedroom between a heavy make out. As they entered his bedroom, a whole new world opened for them. His desk was filled with tools and bottles. Animals in formaldehyde on different shelves, Templar crosses hanging on the walls, and crucifixes standing, hanging and laying from every angle. All turned to the wrong side. His bed - on the other hand - was gigantic for a loner. It was a four-poster, with the curtains and all. As if it was plucked out of the bedroom of King Francis himself. The bordeaux red curtains were opened, neatly draping to the sides of every pole, and the lines were prepared with care. 

Though Nigel should be concerned about exposing all of his hobbies and secret fantasies, he couldn’t give a damn right now. He stumbled on his feet, rushing towards the bed, and yet laid her down gently to climb on top of her afterwards. Even though this room was most terrifying. 

Demolition lover - Open

Nigel hovered his bare body above her, playing the active part for once, and brushed through her hair as he kissed her. He shivered at the taste of her lips, craving for more as the seconds passed. She was here. She was really here - he repeated in his head as he forced his arm around her middle to pull her close. He panted irregularly, his lips bumping as he made some clumsy moves, and he scooped her off the couch to lift her towards the hallway. His cock was almost rock solid, dangling around - bumping against Nicolette’s lower back as he walked. 

He apologized under his breath as he kicked her feet against a small pile of books. He tiptoed as the books fell down to his path, and he rushed upstairs so he could kiss here there - roughly and passionate against the wall. Regardless of many of his precious drawings hanging there - portraying the human anatomy. Normally he would’ve cursed anyone touching them, but she was different. She made him forget about all of the useless bullshit in his house. He would never become a surgeon. Not after his history. Besides, he was registered as dead - for as far as he could remember. 

After he swiped his arm along the bank on his dresser, he forced her to sit down - grabbing her ass with both hand to pull her close and kiss her once more. “I want you too,” he finally breathed against her lips - his chest heavily moving by his panting. “Tell me if I’m too rough…”

Nicolette sucked in a hitched breath as he picked her up, her arms slipping around his neck to hold tight to him, afraid of being dropped to the ground. His arms felt strong and lean, like he could bare her weight but they were both vibrating with love and need for each other, it felt almost explosive. She pulled her legs in a little after her ankles crashed into the weight of the books, it stung but only for a moment, because she was suddenly kissing him and feeling his hard cock press between them, teasing her with his length and readiness to connect their bodies and become one.

As he readied the dresser, she looked at the drawings on the wall. They were creepy. Bodies, completely detached from any human sentiment. It felt strange and oddly liberating all at once to think of the human anatomy in such a way. For a girl so obsessed with the function and look of her body, thinking of herself as separated from weight and height and curve, it was damn appealing. Her body coming down on to the top of the dresser distracted her from her wandering thoughts and she lifted her knees to wrap her legs around his waist, wanting him near to her, to feel the heat of his skin against her.

“I’ll tell you,”she reassured him before she kissed him again, her eyes closing as she tasted his sweet lips, his breath against her own. Her hands moved to his neck, grazing his skin, into his messy hair, touching him as if she had never felt him before, wanting to know every contour and shape of his body. 

Nigel panted against her lips, touching her nose with his as he trailed his hands down to her hips - and smiled at her words. He was happy to hear that. He wanted her to feel comfortable around him. She shouldn’t do anything against her will, or feel intimidated by him. Nigel rarely approached people into their personal space. Only his victims were granted such close communication - along with Alex. Even his father never came that close to him. His bare legs rubbed against the drawers as he pulled her closer - touching her female parts unannounced.

“I want you to feel good,” he muttered as he kissed her neck. “I want you to want me.” He closed his eyes as he slipped his fingers inside her - making sure to keep to a slow rhythm to drive her crazy. He kissed her lips, briefly, and went down to her chest to kiss her breasts as he continued stimulating her. He wanted her dearly. Even more than ever now he finally gave in to his real feelings. It could matter, in the end. How reckless he became with throwing himself onto an unknowing woman. But he couldn’t resist. Not anymore. Not after hiding in the shadows for so long. Never experiencing true love, real sex. Passionate, rough sex. Sex at all for the matter.

“I want to fuck you,” he muttered as he kissed her neck. “I want to make love to you.” He bit down on her lower lip, moving up the speed now - his fingers searching for her sweet spot, and he brushed the tip of his tongue along her lower lip asking her to join.

Demolition lover - Open

Nigel hovered his bare body above her, playing the active part for once, and brushed through her hair as he kissed her. He shivered at the taste of her lips, craving for more as the seconds passed. She was here. She was really here - he repeated in his head as he forced his arm around her middle to pull her close. He panted irregularly, his lips bumping as he made some clumsy moves, and he scooped her off the couch to lift her towards the hallway. His cock was almost rock solid, dangling around - bumping against Nicolette’s lower back as he walked. 

He apologized under his breath as he kicked her feet against a small pile of books. He tiptoed as the books fell down to his path, and he rushed upstairs so he could kiss here there - roughly and passionate against the wall. Regardless of many of his precious drawings hanging there - portraying the human anatomy. Normally he would’ve cursed anyone touching them, but she was different. She made him forget about all of the useless bullshit in his house. He would never become a surgeon. Not after his history. Besides, he was registered as dead - for as far as he could remember. 

After he swiped his arm along the bank on his dresser, he forced her to sit down - grabbing her ass with both hand to pull her close and kiss her once more. “I want you too,” he finally breathed against her lips - his chest heavily moving by his panting. “Tell me if I’m too rough…”