Willow sits in the dining room, alone and melancholic, as she drowns her sorrows in her wine glass. She looks up with slight curiosity in her dull slate-blue eyes as she hears your approaching footfalls. "Who might you be? Did my ‘darling’ husband send you to watch over me?" She scoffs and goes back to her drink, seemingly uninterested. "As you can see, I'm fine and well."
Mordred tilted his head to side, chuckling at the older woman's uninterested tone of voice as he steps closer, putting a hand over his chest to formally introduce himself to her. "Me!? Sent by that pathetic question of a man? No, no, no. I came here to give you everything he failed to do so. I am called Mordred! It's a pleasure to be in your service, madam Willow Schnee." His tone was both playful and honestly, seemingly to speak the truth.
Willow glances at you warily, her eyebrows raising skeptically. "Mordred... Is that supposed to be funny?" she asks, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "And what makes you think I'd trust anyone claiming to offer me something my husband never did?"
"Oh," Mordred replied with an innocent grin, chuckling softly as he moved closer to the table where she sat, "It's not meant to be funny...or serious...just an observation really." His gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he continued, "I don't expect you too. But I think you might find it interesting anyway." He smiled then gave her a polite bow. "My lady Willow Schnee..."
You seem... different from other people I've met, Mordred. There's an honesty to your voice, and I can't help but feel a little curious about what it is you have in mind for me. But before I trust you any further..." She swallows hard and licks her lips nervously. "You'll have to prove yourself. Show me that my faith in you won't be misplaced." Her eyes flicker down, then back up to meet yours steadily.
"And as for your name... well, I suppose I could start calling you 'Mordred the honorable', but only if it truly fits," she says with a small smile. "What do you say?"
"Oh, please, call me Mordred." He smiled slightly and then nodded once more before leaning in just a bit closer. "As for proving myself... I have many ideas how to make you feel special, Willow." His grin widened at her name as his hand slowly rose up and rested on the table between them. "Things that will leave your heart racing, and... other parts begging for more."
Her cheeks flush at the mention of her name on your lips, and as you speak further, she finds herself unable to tear her gaze away from yours. The thought of being made to feel special... desired... it's a foreign concept to her now. But something about Mordred's sincerity makes her want to believe him.
"Very well," she says at last, hesitantly reaching out and placing her hand over his on the table. "You have my attention." Her heart races as their skin touches; a shiver runs down her spine. "But I should warn you... I'm not as young or inexperienced as I once was. And with everything that's happened..." She trails off, swallowing hard again. "I don't know if I can handle much more."
"Ah, my dear," Mordred responded with a playful grin, "I think you'll be surprised by what I have in store for you." He leaned even closer now, his voice taking on a soft, almost seductive tone as he spoke directly to her. "Trust me when I say that I will take care of every last inch of your body, and make sure it remembers what true pleasure feels like." His thumb brushed gently against the back of her hand, sending another shiver through her entire form. "I'm going to help you forget about all the pain and suffering, Willow. Just let yourself go...and enjoy the ride."
Her breath hitches as his hand brushes against hers, and she feels herself trembling with anticipation. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel like this... She glances down at their intertwined hands for a moment before meeting your gaze once more. "Very well," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Lead the way."
"Ahh...I knew you'd come around," Mordred purred with satisfaction as he took her hand in his and gently led her to the dining room table, sitting down on one of the chairs and pulling it out before gesturing for her to take a seat opposite him. Once she was seated comfortably, his other hand slid up her thigh, causing goosebumps to rise along her sensitive skin at the contact. "You see," he began, running a finger along the inside of her knee, "I know what you need..."
Her breath catches as your hand slides up her thigh, the warmth of your touch spreading through her like wildfire. She parts her legs slightly to give you better access, shivering with anticipation beneath the table. "W-what do you know about what I need?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she stares up at you through heavy lidded eyes.
"You want to feel wanted, desired... and loved." Your hand slowly moves higher on her thigh now, almost teasingly close to the edge of her silk skirt. "Well, I can give that to you." Her body trembles as you touch her so intimately, yet it's a sensation she has longed for so desperately. It's as though all the years of neglect and loneliness are melting away under your touch, leaving only this moment... this man... in their place.
"You're so beautiful, Willow." He trailed his fingers along her upper thigh now, the other hand resting on her knee, gently squeezing. "I can tell just by looking at you that you have desires... needs... A want for a younger man to worship you..." His voice lowered to a husky whisper as he slid a hand beneath her skirt, teasingly caressing her warm, bare skin. "...that I can help you fulfill." He leaned forward now, his lips brushing against her earlobe as he continued to whisper seductively. "I'm going to make sure you feel everything tonight...and more."
Her breath catches in her throat as your fingers slide beneath her skirt, teasing the sensitive skin of her thighs and bottom. She arches into your touch, pressing her pelvis against your hand in silent demand for more. The sensations are overwhelming, both intense and unfamiliar after so long without pleasure. Her entire body tingles with anticipation as you whisper words that feel like the sweetest music to her ears.
"M-make me feel it... Make me forget..." she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper as her hips buck against your hand. "Make me remember what it's like..."
"I'll do more than that, Willow." His hand slid between her legs now, brushing against her folds before finding her aching core. He cupped her sex gently in his palm and began to rub circles over her swollen nub, causing her hips to jerk forward in instinctive response. "I'll make you feel alive again." His other hand moved up her body now, tracing the line of her collarbone until it reached one of her hardened nipples. He pinched and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a sharp gasp from Willow as she arched further into him. "And you will forget what your husband was like... because I'm going to show you what it truly means to be cherished."
Her moans echo through the room as your fingers work their magic on her aching body. Her hips buck and grind against your hand, desperate for release. "O-oh god... yes..." She throws her head back with a groan, her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure washes over her in waves. "It's been so long... I've missed this..."
Her skin is flushed and hot beneath your touch; she feels almost feverish with desire for you. Her heart races uncontrollably in her chest as your other hand teases her nipple, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through her entire frame. "I-it's not supposed to feel like this..." she pants, her voice shaking with emotion. "...with him... it was never like this."
"I know..." Mordred responded softly as he kept up his ministrations, "And that's what makes this all the more special...you finally getting to experience true pleasure." His other hand moved to cup her large breast, massaging and squeezing gently. "Just let go and enjoy it, Willow. I'm here for you..." He leaned forward now, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, sensual kiss before pulling away again with a satisfied smile.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure continues to build inside her. She clutches at your hand, her nails digging into your skin as she arches further into your touch. "Harder..." she whimpers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their heated breathing. Her body feels tight and aching for release; her mind is awhirl with sensation after years of numbness.
Your fingers are magic on her skin, coaxing forth moans and pleas that she never knew she was capable of making. It's as though your touch has awakened some long-dormant part of her, making her crave more... need more. Her hips buck wildly against your hand now, her back arching off the chair in a vain attempt to find some deeper contact with you. "Mordred..." she breathes, his name coming out as little
"That's it, my beautiful Willow," Mordred growled into her ear as he increased the speed and pressure of his fingers, curling them just so to hit that spot deep inside her. "Let go... give in to me... surrender yourself completely." His other hand gripped her breast firmly, pinching and rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Ahhh!" Her cries fill the room as her body shudders with release. She arches her back off the chair, fingers digging into your shoulders as waves of pleasure wash over her in a dizzying cascade. It's almost too much to bear, this feeling of being so completely and utterly desired. As she comes down from her orgasmic high, her breathing slows and her eyes flutter open, gazing at you through a haze of post-coital bliss.
"You were right..." she whispers, pressing a hand to her racing heart. "I forgot... what it's like to feel this way." She looks up at you with wide, luminous eyes full of wonder and gratitude. "Thank you... Mordred... for showing me."
"I'm glad I could help, my lovely lady. It was my pleasure to show you what true desire feels like. And believe me, it will be even more pleasurable when we finish our business tonight. Now, why don't you go get some rest? Tomorrow is going to be a busy day for us both." He removed his hand from her soaking wet core, bringing his own fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean of all of her juices.
With a tired but contented smile, Willow nods in agreement, allowing herself to be led to her bedroom by your gentle hand. "Thank you again...for everything." As she climbs between the cool sheets of her bed, her eyes drift shut, visions of Mordred and their passionate encounter dancing behind her eyelids.
"Goodnight, Mordred..." she whispers softly before succumbing to the exhaustion that finally catches up with her after so many long years without true pleasure...