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Chapter Thirty

�Oi� OI! Lapdog!�

Emiya heard the Irish king yelling at him. He�d been hearing him try to get his attention now for the past couple of minutes.

�LAPDOG! Get in here or I start shouting even LOUDER!�

Emiya stood up and walked to his queen�s bedchamber door. He opened it slowly and peered in. Cuchulainn was still chained to the wall and angrily glaring at Emiya. �What took you so long, eh? Aren�t you supposed to check up on your queen?�

Emiya eyed Cuchulainn with disgust and went over to Arturia. As much as he despised the man, he had done aright in getting his attention. Arturia liked to sleep, but it was almost eleven o�clock. He nudged her and she grumbled. He pulled her covers off her slowly to see if the chill would wake her. She was, as usual, naked under her blankets and sheets; however, he noticed a stain on her leg. He moved the covers more and saw a bit of blood and something else coming from between her legs. It wasn�t much blood, but it was enough to cause a bit of concern for him. However, he also remembered the noises coming from the room during the night. He sighed and covered her and walked over to a wash basin and warmed the water with a small spell. He wasn�t a great wizard when it came to spells, but he could make potions decently enough. His specialty was image magic and that was what he generally focused on.

Cuchulainn watched him walked over to Arturia�s bed and gently pull the covers back again. She was fast asleep until the cold hit her again. She groaned and curled up, hugging her tummy. �Mmmmm hurts,� she mumbled. She mumbled again as Emiya gently opened her legs and began washing her carefully. �Emiya?�

�Yes, my queen. You seem unwell so I�m giving you a small wash,� he said softly, not looking at her.

Arturia didn�t budge anymore while he washed her down. When he was done, he covered her with the sheets again and poured out the water out the window. She shivered and curled up again as he picked up the chamberpot and tossed the contents out the window as well. He looked over to Cuchulainn for a moment. �Do you need to use the chamberpot?�

�Aye, badly, but I wanted you to make sure she was allright first,� said Cuchulainn, shifting uncomfortably. �Since I doubt you�ll actually let me go, at least slacken the chains, for pity�s sake. I can�t reach my cock with my hands locked up like this and I doubt you�ll want to do this yourself.�

Emiya grunted and went over to Cuchulainn. He slackened the chains and put the chamberpot next to him before leaving the room. �Just set it aside and I�ll empty it when I come back with breakfast,� said Emiya softly.

Cuchulainn found Emiya very unnerving. He had never seen a man so completely devoted to a woman to the point of being almost seen as a little pet pooch that women seemed to be fond of. What�s more, Emiya clearly despised him greatly. When he was done, he lay down on the carpet and stretched, doing sit ups and push ups as well. With the chains slackened, he could almost stand, but he was still only able to get onto his knees or into a crouch.

He looked over to the bed and watched Arturia sleep. From the look of how she acted when Emiya washed her down, she looked as though she were in pain or at least confused about her discomfort. Her eyes opened a little and looked at him.

�Why did you do that?� said Cuchulainn as he went back to sitting against his wall. �Why did you do what you did last night?�

Arturia didn�t speak. She simply stared at him through her pale gold hair. Cuchulainn frowned and pulled the blanket up around him. �Why did you prevent me from touching you? Why did you keep shoving me away when I wanted to pleasure you as you seemed to want?�

Arturia once more remained silent. Cuchulainn was getting frustrated. What madness had caused this woman he had revered to act so strangely?!

�Is it not what men like to boast about? To be given a woman�s virginity is a great gift and whatnot?� she said softly.

�You didn�t so much as give it to me as you did force me to take it with a sword to my gullet.� Cuchulainn watched her through his lashes as she turned away and curled up on her side. �Was it pleasant?�

He smirked faintly when he saw the ear he could see turn pink. �I will not speak of such things,� she said hurriedly.

�We are alone, little queen, and I am you �captive�. What else do I have to do aside from speak about what has transpired between you and I?� Cuchulainn smirked deviously when Arturia sat up suddenly. Her nipples stood on end once more in the chilled air, drawing his attention to them without meaning to. �You caught and chained the great hound of Ulster, little queen, because you wanted to have your urges off on me, correct?�

Arturia�s expression went back into the mask that she always wore as she gazed at him silently. Something was amiss in her attitude. It was as though what he had said had made her angry. �If you think something so little�.� She shook her head and got out of bed slowly, rubbing her tummy. �I hurt.�

�Emer hurt there as well when I took her maidenhead. She said it was as though I had ripped something inside her to shreds, but that afterward felt good enough. It hadn�t been the best of first nights, but she doesn�t hurt anymore when I take her in bed,� he said softly. He leaned forward and picked up the metal ring he used to keep his hair back and started pulling his hair up into a ponytail. �She said she hurt for a few days afterward and attempted to keep me away, but I�m hard to keep away. I never pushed myself into her body again until she asked me to. I didn�t like the pained look on her face when I took her the first time and didn�t want her to feel pain when I did it again, but that didn�t mean I couldn�t pleasure her in other ways until she felt up to it again.� He grinned roguishly at Arturia as he leaned back against his wall again and got comfortable.

�She would lay down on her stomach and just rest like that for a while when she felt bad there. I�d suggest the same of you.�

Arturia looked even colder than she usually did. He really had angered her! What had he said that could possibly anger her when he was simply telling her how to make herself comfortable?!

�Thank you for your advice, Cuchulainn,� she said softly. He blinked at her in surprise. �I will try that. Resting feels better than moving,� she said.

She lay down on her stomach and continued to watch him, the covers once more over her naked body. How he wanted to be in the bed, which he was certain was far warmer than the stone he leaned against. Anything would be better than laying on the blasted rock underneath him!

�It is comfortable,� she said.

Cuchulainn looked over and smiled faintly. �Ahh, good, I thought it might help. You might want to stay like that for a while and eat something,� he said, grinning at her.

It was a pleasant morning after that. Emiya came in with breakfast and emptied the chamberpot that Cuchulainn used before leaving to the sitting room where his pallet sat. Cuchulainn continued to talk, mostly about growing up and hearing about her as a boy in the boy corps before going to the warrior witch Sgatha and learning from her. He spoke of Aife and his short time with her, the deal he had made and whatnot. He had not seen the boy yet, for he was certain he wasn�t of age yet to leave. Arturia remained silent through his tales and remained so after he finished talking.

It was a pleasant feeling to be able to talk so much, but it unnerved him how she never said a word to him about herself. He only knew so much and that she kept herself so completely cut off made him feel very odd feelings toward her. He didn�t like a woman keeping herself so separated from him when he was opening himself up to her.

When Emiya came in and collected the trays, he asked if she liked music. Maybe singing a song to her would make her feel like opening up. �What sort of songs do you like? Adventure ones? Tales? Or maybe the kind from the old days when music was far more prevalent among humans?� he said.

Arturia simply watched him from her bed as she lay on her stomach. He leaned back and thought a moment. When he was bored, he tended to either write very cheesy poetry or look up old songs. He had heard many folk songs from one of his foster fathers when he was a boy and remembered them even now.

�Son of the dragon, a knight of the slaughter,

His wisdom his unshaven youth will belie,

Will wake from her slumber the lake�s only daughter,

to answer a calling she cannot deny!�

�The kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite,

The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky,

A rumor explained by the one who began it,

A boy�s hand will grasp it, a man�s raise it high!�

Arturia looked very interested now and had pulled her blanket around her and walked over to sit in front of him like a child would to his father. He remembered the song from the days when he was a child. His foster father would sing it as he would attempt to restring his harp.

�Brought by a queen for the hand of the chosen,

From fish scale and currents and winter�s reply,

Brought from the deep by a prophet who knows

In the arms of the water again it will lie.�

�Where have you heard this tale?�

Cuchulainn was taken out of his reverie by Arturia�s voice interrupting him. He looked down at her and smiled faintly. She really was very cute sometimes. �I heard it when I was a child. I had at least four or five foster fathers, but one was a poet and liked to keep the old traditions alive. He would sing such old tales to me. He said that one was alive before the Great War.�

Arturia gazed at him for a moment and then moved toward him. Cuchulainn thought she wasn�t prepared for whatever she had in mind and winced away from her for a moment before he realized that she had maneuvered to reach his mouth. There, she placed a gentle kiss upon his lips. When she pulled away, Cuchulainn simply stared at her in curiosity.

When she stood up, he watched her walk away and dressed herself. She pulled a lace shift on that hardly left anything to the imagination, though it wasn�t meant to cover anything. He watched her as she closed the front of the shift and saw the small triangle of hair between her legs through the shift and watched her pull her stockings on carefully, tying them off with black ribbon garters. She pulled on a black dress with red lines on it over the lace shift and tied the bodice in front before pulling a third piece on over her head that covered her bare shoulders and neck.

�I always did enjoy watching women dress. There�s something very pretty in the way women clothe themselves,� he said softly, knowing full well she was listening. He grinned when he saw her cheeks darken slightly before she turned around swiftly and pulled on a pair of boots.

When she was dressed, Emiya walked in and dressed her hair carefully. When she left, Emiya walked over toward him and crouched down. Cuchulainn eyed him carefully, not liking the look of him. �Yes?� he asked.

�I am her servant, not yours. Remember that, hound,� said Emiya, glaring coldly at him. With a sudden jerk, Cuchulainn�s chains were once more tightened back to an almost painful level. Cuchulainn gritted his teeth and glared angrily at Emiya as he watched him forge a sword from nothing in his hand and point it toward his face.

�You hurt me, mutt, and your queen will be very very displeased with you,� growled Cuchulainn.

Emiya made the sword disappear and stood up, tossing the blanket on him. He snorted and moved away. �Pathetic little dogs should not act so bravely toward a meaner one than them, Cuchulainn of Ulster,� said Emiya, �I�m not what I appear to be and never have been.�

Cuchulainn snorted derisively before leaning his head back against the wall behind him. He watched as Emiya smirked at him and waved before walking out of the room and closing the door shut. Cuchulainn�s hands and feet were bound once more in a most uncomfortable position and it was because that slave was jealous of Cuchulainn having the queen�s attention! When he decided he could not move any further than he had, he went back to reciting old poetry and thinking. When he stopped thinking, he went to sleep and dreamed until he was woken up to eat and then he was allowed to move once more.

However, she still refrained from trying to send anyone over aside from messengers. Too many years of waiting for Cuchulainn to come back to her had taught her a great deal of patience.

She seemed to have a fascination with touching his cock and seemed to like the way it felt, for she liked to touch it. He gritted his teeth when she licked the head and pushed it past her lips.

He grunted and jerked on his chains. She snapped a look up at him and jerked the leash she had on him, forcing his head back into the wall. �Woman! What in whatever god�s name that you people believe in are you doing to me?!�

�This is how men liked to be pleasured, correct?� she said. She didn�t even blink or look embarrassed, though he did note a faint blush in her cheeks.

Cuchulainn was dumbfounded. She had been a virgin when she forced herself on him, but she was attempting something most virgins cringed at. �Why, then, are you doing this?�

�Because I heard my men say they liked it and thought you would like it,� she said. �Because� it draws my attention. It�.� She turned bright pink as she spoke and looked away. �It is pretty to me for some reason.�

Cuchulainn�s eyebrows shot up. �Pretty?�

Arturia nodded and looked to him. �I have only seen one and it looked pretty to me too,� she said.

Well, one thing was for certain, the woman liked men. He had heard that she had ripped off the tallywhacker of a man who she had killed for treason and impaled it on a pike beneath the head of the man and stuck it out for the other traitors to see. By that thought, he would have guessed she hated men.

�Why do you think it�s� pretty?� He felt strange speaking about his manhood like this and was getting very uncomfortable with it. Especially the word she used to describe it!

�I don�t know. It has a � beauty to it,� she said softly as she gazed at his cock and stroked it with her fingers idly. He shivered and groaned. �It is what God gave to men to pleasure women so that man and woman could be one and create a child. It is a part of the man and what makes him a man.�

�I�m your sex partner until you get tired of me, right? So why are you wanting to pleasure me when it�s my job to pleasure you?� Cuchulainn was getting a bit testy with the way the conversation was heading and she kept stroking him while she was talking which caused him even more grief than he needed!

She jerked the chain and forced his head into the wall behind him once again. He grunted in pain and glared down at her. �That hurts.�

Her face was a doll�s face, unfeeling and showing nothing of what she thought. �Then, stop talking and don�t move.�

For once, Cuchulainn was uncertain as to whether he liked what this woman did to him. It was as though she were trying to make him into a pet like that lapdog of hers! However, his thoughts disappeared when she started licking his cock once more. She took it into her mouth and he groaned loudly, hitting his head against the wall behind him hard enough to make his head hurt again. He bucked his hips as well as he could, panting hard as his heart beat raced. His mind was a mess as all he could do was focus on her mouth enveloping his manhood. He shouted when he shot his seed into her mouth. She coughed and jerked on his leash in irritation.

�OI! It�s your own fault, so don�t go blaming me.. guh� for the mess you�ve got,� snarled Cuchulainn as he panted heavily. He watched her spit his seed out into her hand and then wipe her hand off with a black handkerchief. He leaned his head back against the wall behind him and groaned as he stretched his body in any way he could. Despite his irritation toward Arturia, she had done a good job and he felt good enough. He had never truly liked it when a woman sucked on his cock, for he liked sex more as he got to watch how he pleasured a woman rather than her pleasuring him. However, he wasn�t one to stop a woman from doing what she wanted when she wanted to do it. It was the control the woman had over him when she sucked him off that put him off on it. He preferred having the control, making the woman squeal and squirm with every charm he had and enjoyed himself immensely when she finally came.

He opened his eyes finally after a little while and gazed at her. She was undressing and taking off her stockings. There was something very sensual about watching her take them off, though they were fairly thick. The ones the ladies wore in Ireland were far more sheer and showed a little of their skin through them. These showed nothing. He didn�t think they�d show anything even if they were a lighter color. They had to be made from wool or something just as thick to be so covering.

�Are you going to try my lap again?� he said, shifting a little. His arms and legs hurt a bit from the stiff positions they were forced into.

She lay down in her bed and pulled her covers up over her before she settled on her stomach. It was as good as her saying �Most definitely not� to him. He sighed and settled underneath the blanket she had pulled over him. For once, he would like to be able to have his way with her, for this was getting very irritating and frustrating!