"Lady Oshun" two guards called as I answered the knock at my door. I look at them silently as they wait for me to speak.

I say nothing.

"The king is ready to see you" one man announced. I nodded silently, for I knew the time had come.

It was the silent hours of the night.

Any activity that should have been present was absent as they escorted me the the grand halls of Camelot. The castle was decorated nicely, each decoration increasing in prosperity the closer I came to his room.

"The king is beyond those doors" one guard suggested, pointing through the door of his room. I pulled up the sleeve of my robe as they stared me down. For they knew the reason for my late night visit?

What other business does a woman have meeting a king at this hour?

I cautiously stepped and into entered the light in the room, silently observing the scene before me.
I've never knew a room could be so bright but dark simultaneously. It was painted in an opulent grey palette with dark hues of black. Exotic

I heard the soft splashing of the waters and ventured into the portion where the basin was. The foamy waters reached the base of his neck as he lounged in the waters, resting inside the basin as I came into the bathroom.

He looks at me and frowns, pulling the hair from his face. "You took long" he revealed rather impatiently.

"I was lost" I lie through a frown. He chuckled at my fib and peered up to face me. "You became lost being escorted by two guards?" he reminded me.

Silence filled the damp room.

"Or was it hesitancy?" He hinted.

"No" was all I said, watching him as he leaned against the edge.

Arthur

She hovered a foot above the warmth of the bath, trailing a foot through the soapy foam. I could tell she was nervous for this whole meeting. All the whores usually did that the first time they met me.

She had no reason to be...she was absolutely stunning. I could tell she was experienced in this; she was the goddess of love no doubt?

She crosses her arms against her chest and walks around the bathroom, picking up items that rested against each part. "So, where is your beloved Guiness?" she asked, purposely butchering her name.

"She only comes when I call for her. She sleeps in her own quarters"

"Perks of a king I suppose?" she sighs, picking up and tossing a small vial of oil across each palm.

Oshun

He leans against the edge and watches me, raking over my nightgown in conquest.He stops at the edge of the bath and swam over, looking into my eyes. Behind them were greed...lust...and domination. He was ready for our heat.

He stands from the foamy waters, his body now on full display. It was obvious I was pleased as I took in his healthy physique. His stomach was toned, with rippling muscles to match. His identity was more than invasive, it hung shamelessly with no master. Shango had surely met his match.

"Take off your gown" he cursed, eager to start our arrangement. I stand still in my spot, not used to being subjected this way.

He walks over to me and softly rips off my gown, making it land to a pool around my ankles. Of course my breath hitches as he towers over me, his presence was invasive.

He took a step back and watched the blackeyes of my nipples rise and fall, carelessly running his eyes against my body.

He falls to his knees and starts caressing every inch of my body with his lips, sending chills against my core.

Arthur

She grabs my jaw and leads me to stand, pulling me to meet the bed. Her hips swing from side to side as she led me to the mattress. Impatient was I as she tested my temperance, standing to distance herself from me.

I pulled her arm so she could fall into my lap. She blushed as she felt my excitement; their was no barrier of clothes to separate our decency.  "I like it a certain way" I admit impatiently.

"With Shango...their was only one way?"

"And what way was that?" I entertain her story.

"On all fours of course?" she says innocently as she watches me curiously. I feel pity for what I am about to put her through.

"You sure you are the goddess of love?" I asked, my words slapping her ego. I knew she hated when people doubted her. She turned her eyes away but I forced them back within my gaze. "Look at me when I talk to you." I bellowed, "I still demand respect. I am a king"

"And I, a goddess" she answers. Even in the bedroom she still had her confidence. I would dwindle it quickly.

"What does your ruler advise when you are on an alternate realm?"I asked. She only remained silent.

"In this realm, on earth? I'm in control remember that." She slowly lifts her eyes and meets mine, they were now lighted with rage.

"Do you understand?" I grab her jaw, desperate to get her to agree. I did not take kindly to disrespect especially in my domain.

"I understand" she cursed, furrowing a brow.

"I understand what?"

"I understand my king" she cursed.

"Fast learner." I teased reveling in her submission. She peered into my eyes, still determined to not obey. Her skin was beautiful in the moonlight sky.

I pulled out my length and guided her hips so she mounted my lap. And slowly she slid down engulfing me slowly. I grabbed her perky butt as I steadied her. She was impatient as she moved, only wanting to fill her energy.

It was nothing more for her...for us.

But no... I would not let her get off that easy.

She continued riding me up and down and gasping, slowly regaining her strength.

We continued for a few more minutes, the steady rhythm of our bodies rocked the bed. She refused to open her eyes as she rode me, only facing forward as I rocked her behind. Just before I was about to release she gasped and threw her head back, pulling herself off collapsing into my chest with fatigue.

She flipped her ivory hair over an umber brown shoulder and pulled herself off the bed to run to the full-length mirror. She stopped and sat on the floor, turning her back to face the reflection. Her markings that resembled the white stars illuminated, our encounter filling only a quarter of her spatial designs.

She sighed a breath of sadness and slowly stood to face me. "I thought that would work" she pouted, returning to the bed.

I sat up behind her and watched her as she pondered, trying to determine what went wrong. "Do you have honey?" she asks curiously, still focusing on her back.

"I'm sure there is some we can get." I admitted.

"Please....I need some... Maybe that should be of aid?" she asks. I pinched the bridge of my nose but called a servant to retrieve some honey. What use did I have rejecting her request? Maybe it would work?

The servant ran back with a small jar and pushed it into my hand. She quickly snatched it from me and dipped her fingers into its thickness, smiling as the golden liquid tickled her lips.

"You truly favor that nectar?"

She nodded shamelessly," it is my favorite treat" she bragged, running an back to the mirror to check her markings, but still her energy did not change. She pouted once again and looked to the floor, embarrassed she had wasted her dignity on a guy like me.

"You said you were always on all fours with this Shango guy?" I sat up, rubbing my neck to contemplate another option.

"yes, he demanded it. This is the only way gods are taught to...you know " she whispered.

"So who's Shango?" I ask through a curious tone. Maybe it was he who she needed?

"No one...he's" she stuttered over her words, "no one" she looks away into the darkness of the room, "he was someone I loved... I mean...an old lover ..." she whispers, catching the end of her breath looking to face the air. "But....I don't love you and my spatial designs filled, not fully but they still filled."

"You are a godess of love. yes?"

She nodded.

"Maybe your body can sense when you don't enjoy it? You enjoyed sex with Shango?"

"Maybe I did?" she shrugged, realizing the weight of my words.

"This is a chore for you. You will never have your energy-filled if you see it as I chore. You have to make love....not just...fu**k." I announce, "You have to find the pleasure and truly release"

"But...I never have.. I don't know how to do that?" she stutters.

I thought of the man named Shango and scoffed. "So Shango had a beautiful being like you and couldn't even make you cum?" I asked her, annoyed at his impudence. He probably just wanted to get his rod wet and disposed of her like nothing!

"Shango never... really took the time to show me his love" she frowned, "i don't think he ever loved me though. He would only come to my room late at night, fu** me and leave" she pouted, embarrassed once she realized she let the man take advantage of her.

Oshun

I stand timidly watching him as he made me doubt everything I once knew true. He carried me to the bed once more and laid me down, placing soft kisses against my neck.

Carefully he kissed my lips and I deepened it, wrapping my arms around him. We fought for ownership as he ran his palm against my thigh, running the other one up a leg. His fingers finally reached my folds and lingered at its entrance.

"Relax" he curses, waiting for my heart rate to calm. Impatiently I obeyed until he slides two fingers within my core. I jumped at his contact, and closed my eyes, trying to concentrate as he explored.

A gentle thumb joins the others as he swirls it around my throbbing flower, pushing it repeatedly whilst causing me unbearable pleasure.

I hitched my breath as he performs, never feeling something as euphoric as this.

"Mmmm" I moaned, closing my eyes as I feel his fingers inside me.

"I need you to cum for me" he demanded. I arched my back and gasped as he hit a spot I never knew existed.

"I don't know what that means" I frowned, looking at him carefully. He instantly ceased once he heard my words and laughed.

"No wonder you were hesitant to do this" he sneered, his naked chest touching my side. I kiss his lips to encourage him to continue and he did. "Arthur" I moaned his name. He was now increasing his pace as I bit his neck.

I was shameful at the words he was making me say; indescribable phrases haunted me as they flew out my mouth, forcing me to cover my lips.

Was I actually... enjoying myself?

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Arthur

I let my arousal hover against her legs before I slid it in, her walls secreting with eagerness. She took it in eagerly, wrapping her arms around my neck for me to deepen. I let her tight walls adjust to my length before I increase my tempo.

Although we were more than acquainted she refused to look into my eyes. Immediately I stopped and forced her to open them.

"But...if I look you in the eyes... you might be under my spell"

"And you think I care" I snapped cupping the side of her face. I didn't need her warnings seeing I was already obsessed with her. The way she talked, the way her laugh lit up the room.

And her eyes....

She was the goddess who had entranced me. I would obsess over for the rest of my days.

I kissed her warmly, stopping her words as she tried to explain. Despite our arrangements, I couldn't help but feel pity on Guinevere. I was marrying her in a couple of weeks yet here I was, obsessing over a woman who would never be her.

I take a another moment to revel in her beauty. With Black skin that shined like the oils from exotic lands and  white hair that glistened like the bright side of the moon. She was bewitching.

I grabbed a perky breast and pulled it into my mouth, kissing it with respect; how full they were, bouncing with life as her hips moved to the rhythm of my hips. She continued to ride my rod, gently caressing my hair as I pulled her deeper.

I pull out, still not satisfied with the position, and flip her over, guiding her hips to take in my length from behind while letting her readjust.

"gods" she muttered finally enjoying the warmth. We continued for an hour and just before I came, I stopped midway, letting her hover above it. She tried to deepen but I pull her out and let her fall to the bed.

"W... why did you stop?" she sighed, weakly looking to me as I stood from the bed.

"Well... it seems like your back is filled." I lie; it was only partly filled. More than before but it was not completely filled.

"It's not!" she protested, resilient to continue. I stood to redress and pulled on a small robe. "Well I am done"

She took my word and started pulling her gown on. I knew she wanted more but I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of getting it freely. I wanted her to beg... beg for her to fill me.

"Arthur..." She hesitated and stared as I put my pants on.

"Beg" I advise her.

Silence was the only thing between us.

"You can have me if you beg." I assured her. If rage was an being, it would live behind her eyes. Oshun was the godess of love and beauty; she had everything she ever wanted given to her with no chase, no struggle. I knew a girl like her did not have to beg to get her way.

I knew it was taking a toll having to be humble and submissive. "Adding knew rules to our agreement?" she jeered. I simply nodded and shrugged. "It is you who needs your energy filled dear Oshun. How bad do you want it?" I mock her, running a finger against her lip.

She kneeled to the floor, looking up to me with her big white eyes.

Beautiful....

I almost stumbled back as she looked into my eyes, her innocence was making me weak. She furrowed her thick white brows and lifted her lips to my palm, gently kissing it with regard.

And this, is what ended me.

I lead her to stand, pulling her into the bed once more.
I ripped off her gown and pull her hips down, speeding up as her breasts wiggled free. The picture of her perky bottom bouncing with no care was pure bliss, finally something to grab onto!

I watched as her backlit up, her markings quickly filling up.

So she had to enjoy it for it to be fill?

She turned her head to face the mirror against the corner of the room, getting more turned on by our slapping bodies painted in the reflection.

I peeled open her folds as my member slid in and and out, her juices flowing down my palm.
"Cum for me" I snapped but she shook her head no.

"I cant" she gasped, as I pounded eagerly. She tried to stand but I pushed her deeper. Just as she clenched I pulled out and spilled against her back, making her gasp with pleasure.

She took a few moments to regain her breaths, her white excitement dropped down to her legs as she stared at the scene nervously.

I rest my head against her back, kissing it fondly and moving to paint her neck with heat. I gobbled her flesh hungrily, making sure to mark the skin against her throat. "Go look in the mirror" I muttered, whispering the command against her ear.

She stood and stumbled away, walking to the mirror to check her back. Her constellations now glowed brightly, her energy finally restored.

I came over to her and pulled her jaw into my palm, forcing her to face me. She bit her lip nervously and stared into my eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning?" I confirmed, reminding her about her end of the bargain.

"We'll see" she shrugged, taking the time to pull her gown over her body. I forcefully pull her arm and turn her to face me. "Remember you end of the deal?" I seethed. She frowns but snatches away from my reach.

"Of course my king! For I am only your humble whore here to serve you master," she says through a sneering bow. I could tell she was embarrassed about the arrangements but tried her best to not express it.

I grabbed her neck, trapping her against the wall,
"Thoust mock me?" I fumed, making sure I reminded her of her rank. She was the one so asked for this? Not me!

"I wouldn't dream of it my king" she whispered through a prideful smile. "May I leave now my king? Your whore is tired" her words pangs my ego.

I nodded and finally let her go, staring at her as she left the room. Then it was only me in the stillness of the night.

Author Note:
Why would Oshun be mad? She was the one who asked him to do her a favor 🤔