Chapter Sixteen: In Our Passion I Was Lost (R-18)

"𝐒𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭,"

 - 𝐌𝐫.𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲

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Alaric POV

After getting checked out from the medic, Gaheris and I left the castle heading into the town. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the cobblestone streets, the sounds of merchants haggling and children playing filling the air. 

"There's a tavern just down the street," I said pointing to a quaint building with a sign depicting a frothing mug.

Gaheris nodded, still nursing his pride after the defeat "well then let's head in, shall we Sir Alaric?" he said gesturing to the entrance

As we entered the tavern, the smell of roasted meat and freshly baked bread wafted towards us. The atmosphere was lively, with knights, townsfolk, and travelers mingling and sharing stories. We found a table near the hearth, the warmth of the fire chasing away the lingering chill from the arena.

I ordered two tankards of ale and as the serving girl brought them over, I raised my mug to Gaheris "to a worthy dual."

He clinked his mug against mine a small smile playing on his lips "and to an eventual rematch," he declared causing me to smirk.

We drank deeply the ale cool and refreshing the tension from our battle began to ease replaced by the comfort of shared stories and laughter. Gaheris spoke of his training and the pressures of living up to his family's expectations while I shared what little I could about myself.

"You know when my mother told me that Camelot's Bravest Knight would be participating in the tournament, I was nervous yet excited to meet you since I heard of your story. 

Then when we combated one another today I was embarrassed thinking about how quickly I went out against someone who probably had more of challenge against someone from the round table," Gaheris said with a somber smile leaning back in his chair "now here we are drinking and talking with one another and now I see your just as normal as I," he continued.

I was silent for a while before replying "I am flattered that you thought so highly of me, but it is as you said I am nothing like you expected me to be if you really wanted to meet someone like that you should see my King." 

As the day went on our conversation drifted to lighter topics. We exchanged jokes, talked about the latest stories, and debated the best strategies for various combat scenarios I raise my hand gesturing for more drinks.

At some point though our voices grew so loud that it started drawing the attention of the other patrons. A group of burly men at a nearby table eyed us with increasing irritation one of them a stocky fellow with a scar across his cheek finally stood up and lumbered over.

"You two are making quite a racket," he growled "some of us are trying to enjoy our drinks in peace," he continued.

I squinted up at him my vision slightly blurred "and who are you to tell us what to do?" I question getting up closer to his face.

The man bristled his face reddening "watch your mouth knight or I'll shut it for you."

Before I could respond, Gaheris stood up unsteadily "gentlemen we don't want any trouble. Just having a bit of fun that's all," he said trying to be diplomatic.

"Fun, huh?" The man sneered glancing back at his companions "maybe we should teach these knights a lesson."

The first punch came out of nowhere, but my reflexes kicked in just in time I dodged the blow, the man's fist sailing past my ear. I retaliated with a swift jab to his ribs feeling the satisfying crunch of impact. The bar soon erupted into chaos after that.

Gaheris and I found ourselves surrounded but we moved in sync our fighting instincts taking over despite the alcohol coursing through our veins. I grabbed a tankard and smashed it over the head of the nearest attacker the ceramic shards scattering as he crumpled to the floor.

Gaheris ducked under a wild swing using the momentum to drive his shoulder into another man's stomach sending him sprawling. I spun around using a chair to block a punch before driving the chair's leg into my attacker's knee he howled in pain dropping to the ground.

I parried an incoming blow with my forearm then followed up with a series of rapid punches each one finding its mark with precision. 

A bottle flew towards me I caught it mid-air and hurled it back hitting its thrower square in the face which made him dropped down unconscious. I vaulted over a table landing a solid kick to another man's chest sending him crashing into a nearby wall.

Gaheris and I fought back-to-back our movements almost choreographed he ducked as I swung a broken chair leg over his head catching another attacker in the temple. Gaheris swept low, knocking another off his feet and I followed up with a downward strike to the man's chest, knocking the wind out of him.

Just as I disarmed another attacker slamming his hand into the bar to make him drop his knife, a familiar voice rang out, cutting through the din "that's enough Sir Alaric!" causing me to instinctively freeze with sudden dread

The room fell silent as Artoria stormed into the now messy tavern her presence was commanding, her glare fierce enough to quell even the unruliest fighters. Artoria's cold disappointed eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a wave of fear and shame wash over me.

Before I could even try to say anything, she grabbed me by the ear pulling me out of the tavern with surprising strength. Gaheris was left behind looking stunned and slightly relieved that Morgan wasn't here with my King. 

Artoria didn't speak until we were back within the castle itself, she finally released my ear turning to face me with a look of utter disappointment.

"Do you have any idea how reckless and irresponsible that was?" she demanded "starting a bar fight reflects poorly not just on you, but on me as your king,"

I hung my head, feeling a deep sense of remorse "I apologize, my lady I didn't mean for things to get out of hand," I said making sure no one was around to hear which thankfully there wasn't

Her expression softened slightly though her tone remained stern "I understand that you were under influence of your drinking, but you must control yourself. This is the only warning you will get. Do not let it happen again."

I nodded feeling chastened "I won't. I promise."

Artoria sighed reaching out to pat my head gently "just be more mindful in the future, Alaric I expect better from you."

With that she left me standing in the corridor, a mix of relief and guilt churning in my stomach. The drinks I had at the bar left my vision cloudy causing me to hold the walls on the way back to my personal chambers along the way though I bumped into someone.

"Alaric?" a familiar voice called out. I blinked trying to focus it was Eliza her concerned eyes searching my face "are you alright?" she asked. 

"Eliza," I mumbled my speech slurred "I... I'm fine. Just... a bit too much to drink."

She sighed shaking her head "Come on let's get you to your room."

Supporting me with a firm grip Eliza guided me down the dimly lit corridor I leaned heavily on her grateful for her steady presence. Her touch was gentle but strong and it helped me through the haze of alcohol.

"Thank you," I muttered my words barely coherent.

"Don't mention it," she replied softly "just hold on we're almost there."

We finally reached my chambers and Eliza pushed the door open with her shoulder. She led me inside helping me sit on the edge of the bed. I felt the room spin around me as I tried to focus on her face.

"Let's get this armor off," she said her tone firm yet caring she began to undo the straps and buckles her fingers working deftly to remove the heavy pieces. As each piece of armor fell away, I felt a sense of relief the weight of my armor no longer holding me down.

"Eliza," I murmured my head drooping "you don't have to help me with getting into my bed."

"Nonsense," she replied her voice softening "just relax."

Once the armor was off, she turned her attention to my clothes her hands were gentle as she helped me out of my tunic and undershirt her touch careful and respectful. As she pulled the fabric away, I saw her eyes widen slightly at the sight of my bare chest, covered in scars most I received from my time as a slave. 

Her fingers traced one of the longer scars across my torso her touch light as a feather "you've been through so much haven't you," she whispered her voice filled with sadness.

I shivered at her touch warmth spreading through my body. 

Her eyes met mine and for a moment time seemed to stand still her fingers continued to trace the lines of my scars each touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I leaned into her hand, craving the gentle care she offered.

-𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊-

"Alaric," she whispered looking deep into my eyes "Eliza," I murmured back my voice raw with emotion and something more.

She leaned in closer her breath warm against my skin her fingers trailed up to my jaw and she gently cupped my face with her thumb brushing against my cheek.

Without thinking I closed the distance between us capturing her lips in a tender kiss. She responded immediately her arms wrapping around my neck as she pressed herself against me the kiss deepened fueled by a mix of longing and desire that had been building up since we met.

We broke apart both of us breathing heavily Eliza's eyes were dark with passion, and she bit her lip as she looked at me "Alaric," she whispered her voice husky "I want this... I want you."

That was all I needed without hesitation I passionately pressed my lips against hers. Eliza gave a soft sigh of contentment parting her lips slightly which let my tongue enter her mouth it was my first time doing something like this.

I pulled my lips away to undo the ties restricting her dress which exposed her delicate undergarments she in response pulled down my pants tossing it to the side.

Eliza's hands gently roamed over my torso tracing over my scars as I began to nuzzle my lips against her jawline. Planting a trail of light kisses down her neckline eliciting a couple of involuntary moans from Eliza whose right hand moved across my body until they reached a certain region. 

This was a sensation that beyond anything I ever felt I thought as Eliza hand continued to stoke my member. A grunt escapes from my lips as her speed increased if that's the way it was then I would do the same I thought trailing a hand to her surprisingly wet nether region. 

Eliza eyes widen at the contact from my hand she proceeded to wriggle and moan as I continued rubbing her lower entrance in a slow but leisure manner before accelerating. 

It didn't take long until the both of us released in synch semen covered her stomach while my fingers became drench our soft pants filled the room. 

Suddenly I lifted her into my arms bringing her to the bed "do you want this, Eliza?" I ask making sure if she really wanted this "yes I do," she said with a determined voice. 

Nodding I reached out spreading her legs and with a nervous swallow of saliva I guided my sword to her sheath then I pushed causing us to both moan if I thought the feeling of her hand was good then this was on a level that far surpassed that. 

Slowly I began to thrust forward maintaining a steady pace her legs come up wrapping around my back causing me to force more pressure onto her sopping opening. 

Getting lost in our combined lust I increased my speed "ahhh Alaric...s-so good oh lord," Eliza moaned I massaged her left boob while kissing the other increasing her pleasure. 

The grip around my member tightened down it was probably only a matter of seconds later until we reached our climax. As the rhythm of my thrusting hit the apex, she clamped down hard on me and we both reached blessed release. Slowly the tempo of my thrusts came to a stop and so too did the rocking of her hips dying out together with the orgasm. 

I pulled out from her slowly moving over to the left side of the bed Eliza moved her head on top of my chest as we rested from our 'activity'

"Well that was...something," I whispered out in a tired voice Eliza's eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a tender smile.

"Yeah, it certainly was something" she said as her fingers lightly traced patterns on my chest.

We lay there in comfortable silence our bodies tangled together my eyes stare at the ceiling until I finally fell into blissful sleep. 

-end of chapter sixteen- 

So...that was that let me know what you guys thought of the lemon it was my first time writing one out. 

Also no there will no relationship with Eliza it was just a one-night fling that happened out of lust that was it.