Di 'Vinci, the twenty-third Chosen One.
The Beast killed several of our scribes upon arrival and was extremely hostile for seasons after that. He had to be kept in chains until the Kosmairian ruler had tamed the beast somehow.
His physical prowess is far above that of most royal guards. He even manifested his special ability far quicker than most Chosen Ones.
He has been an ever-reliable asset and public servant. He's even regarded as one of the most popular Chosen Ones, likely due to his appearance and community contributions.
He only requests that we find a way to get him back to his family within his lifetime, which, as is known, is impossible.
Di 'Vinci
Expectation Rating: Extremely High
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The rest of dinner continued normally, everyone had a very lovely time, and Artero was walking Gwyn back to the guest house. They chatted about the day as twilight deepened and the moon shone brightly.
It seemed like a lifetime ago when Anastasia attacked her, but that was only earlier today. She laughed at how far away that event seemed.
The Chosen One took in a deep breath, and the flower fields overwhelmed her senses.
"You're lucky to have such a nice family," Gwyn said softly.
"We're lucky. They're your family now, too," Artero emphasized.
"I guess so, huh…"
Gwyn smiled to herself. Their fingers kept slipping in and out of a handhold. His hands felt right in her own. She suddenly found it a little difficult to speak.
"Did you enjoy dinner?" Artero asked.
"I did. It was very delicious, thank you," Gwyn said politely, but then a thought invaded her mind. "Where was your sister?"
"Oh." He paused. "She's usually busy on the frontlines; she is hardly ever home. You'll only ever see her if it's an emergency."
"She's really strong, isn't she?"
He looked towards the North.
"The strongest. You know, people compare her to Firedeath, same red hair and everything," he said proudly.
"Oh, yeah. That's right. I forgot Firedeath was also one of you red and white obsessed freaks."
Artero pretended to look offended.
"It's the two best colors. Why shouldn't they coat every surface?"
Gwyn laughed softly.
"You're right. How foolish of me to mock the best color palette in the world."
They eventually came to a stop. The moon seemed to perfectly illuminate them like a spotlight.
"You're not using magic to make this extra romantic, are you?"
He laughed to himself.
"Okay, you caught me. I'm only using some light, lesser magic." He smiled. "But my plan seems to be working."
She leaned in, much closer to the Prince.
"Maaaaaaybeeeee."
They kissed and held one another. Gwyn felt his lips against hers. The kiss was short, but the hug was long.
He held her tight against him, and they rocked back and forth. A desire for this moment not to end was overwhelming her. Her heart felt full, and she wanted this moment to last for eternity.
They stayed like that in the embrace. Their hands eventually began to slide slowly up and down one another. Gwyn was the first to get a handful of his backside.
He smiled and leaned back a little.
"Gwynevere," he said softly.
He leaned in and kissed her once again, more deeply, more ravenously. Gwyn felt the heat ache within her as he pushed his stiffness up against her body.
"Would you like to… visit my humble abode?" She suggested after their moment of passion.
"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."
He took a step forward as if to accept her proposal. Yet, he suddenly stopped. A worried look crossed the Prince's face.
Gwyn felt her heart drop.
"Is everything okay?"
But before she realized it, he scooped her up into his arms.
"I knew I was forgetting something."
She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her into the house, using magic to open the door.
He quickly carried her up the stairs and into the master bedroom. He tossed her on the bed, and she bounced a little, giggling as he immediately crawled over her, his tongue touching everywhere she wanted it to. She wrapped her arms around his neck, then up his shirt.
She took extra time to feel his muscular body and embed her nails wherever she pleased.
Soon, his shirt was off, and she admired his glory.
"It's a real shame you wear that clothing that hides all of… this."
"That's because it's only for you to witness."
God dammit. Why is he so fucking smooth?
She had no clever comeback, and that irritated her a bit, so she kissed him again, harder than before. Taking time to bite his lip.
They were panting now, trying to catch their breath. He cupped his hands around her breasts that felt so soft through the fabric, her body showing him approval at every inch of his touch.
The Chosen One moaned pathetically as she bit her own lip, eyeing him up and down, fucking him with her eyes.
He removed his pants, and what was revealed left little to the imagination. She stuck her hands into his underwear and stroked him, as he fondled her. Lifting a hand up her dress and touched her through the laced fabric of her clothing.
Even through the fabric, he could feel her desire for him, and she felt his desire for her. They kissed again, stroking, tempting one another, but neither giving in. Almost as though it was a competition to see who would give in to the temptation first.
"How long must we keep this up?" He asked, kissing her neck.
"Keep what up?"
She moaned as he moved her undergarments aside and slipped a singular finger in.
"This… when do I get to have you?" He asked, almost desperate.
She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You already do."
They kissed once again, but the undergarments did not stay on either of them much longer.
Artero pushed himself up against her heat. She felt him against her. He rubbed himself all around, not entering—but toying with her further. Each stroke of himself caused her to moan more and more, and she couldn't take it any longer.
"Fuck me already," she said, pulling him close, and they stared deep into one another's eyes.
His amber eyes pierced her very soul.
Wordlessly, he slipped it inside her. Gwyn nearly shattered at that moment. She was so full of him, her body screamed in pleasure as he stroked himself against her. She moaned between kisses, as did he, each thrust making Gwyn light-headed.
I'm going to pass out.
His cock filled her every inch. It was almost too much, but just enough. Each thrust brought them both closer to an edge. Neither of them has been this turned on in so very long.
Words finally slipped from the Chosen One.
"More, more… Arty…"
Gwyn erupted with the nickname she had heard Elise say many times before.
The image of the pink-haired, formerly blonde-haired elf flashed in Artero's mind. He then thought he saw Elise beneath him, and it startled him, and he finished prematurely. Gwyn moaned in ecstasy, but all Artero felt was shame.
Gwynevere just lay on the bed, panting, trying to catch her breath. She said nothing and just placed her hand on him, feeling him. She felt what he left inside her. It all felt real, and that was comforting. She's never felt closer to someone in this way.
Artero, however, lay beside her, and his thoughts were at war with himself.
Why did he think of Elise? Because she called him Arty… but Gwyn wasn't Elise, but… Why did her calling him that cause him to finish as he did? He felt torn.
This moment should be enjoyable for him, but he was silently suffering.
After a few moments of silence, Gwyn spoke, realizing her mistake.
"Sorry I called you that."
Artero nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Called me what?"
"You know… Arty. It just felt right, to uh... call you that."
"Oh…" He wondered if his feelings were evident. "It's fine."
Gwyn leaned up and touched his chest. She traced her finger along the divots in his muscles.
"You still love her, don't you?"
"Who?"
He was now sweating more than when they were having sex.
"Artero…" Gwyn said disappointedly. "You know who I'm talking about."
He was afraid to say her name. It kept catching in his throat every time he tried to say it.
"I don't know what I feel," he said, truthfully.
"Did you think of her, just now when we were…" Gwyn trailed off, looking embarrassed.
Artero immediately reddened—his manhood flaccid.
"I'm sorry," he finally said. "When you called me that… it sort of—"
Gwyn cut him off.
"I'm not upset," Gwyn said firmly. "I can tell you still have feelings for her. Who wouldn't? She's beautiful, kind, funny…"
Gwyn felt the same as he did. Trying to navigate two people's emotions was exhausting. But she felt her goal shifting as her relationship with the Royals deepened.
"She is…" he said softly. "She told me yesterday, the real reason we broke up."
Gwyn held the vial around her neck.
"So, it's been on your mind?"
He nodded.
"It's all I've really been able to think about." He leaned up. "That was extremely fun. What we did just now."
"Oh, it was. I can tell you enjoyed it as much as I did."
Gwyn kissed his cheek, and his manhood responded.
"She made me realize that maybe I wasn't entirely… present… in our relationship. I had other priorities, and all day, all I thought about was every mistake I've made with her. What I could have done differently." He looked at Gwyn directly. "But then you distracted me from these thoughts, you made me feel like I can be loved and I can do this right."
"I'm glad I could help," Gwyn said sweetly.
"But when you called me… that… it sort of sucked me back into that… darkness."
The Prince spoke slowly, and his voice cracked under the weight of his emotion.
She lay on his chest, listening to the drum of his heart. It was beating so fast.
"You don't have to choose, Artero," Gwyn said plainly.
"I just don't know how to do this."
He felt as though his mind was everywhere at once.
"We can figure it out. Together."
Gwyn gave him a kiss before nuzzling into his chest and falling asleep, exhausted from a long and arduous day.
He stared at the sleeping Chosen One. She looked so beautiful as she rested on top of him.
He wondered what she meant by "Figuring it out together."
He was starting to piece the situation together.
Artero just didn't know if he deserved either of these women.
Would they be happier together if he weren't in the picture?