<span style="font-style: italic">"And...should you lose control?"</span><br/><br/>Motto paused in his activity.<span style="color: #00BF40">“I have done so before…” </span>His palm grazed a taut area and Motto’s breath hitched before groaning the remainder of his answer,<span style="color: #00BF40"> “but never have I harmed someone outside of the battlefield.” </span>He caressed her body; pressing his face to her heart and closing his eyes.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I...know it has only been but a few days,but I think..I think I'm beginning to..," </span><br/><br/>Motto descended to explore her bosom in it’s entirety.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"To develop..strong emotions for you."</span><br/><br/>He answered with a soft moan.  Her knew of those emotions..  the dear Princess had already bathed him in her sweetness several times over.    No one ever told him that breasts were so heavenly and perfect.  Perhaps it was because only Genevieve’s were.  Her small body..he would warm her.  A weak grunt sounded in his throat as he obediently lifted his head.  Motto’s eyes were glowing and yet still hazed with ecstasy.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Is..is this alright?" </span><br/><br/>Motto nodded and sat there staring at her face..it was a private wish to see how she liked his qualities.  He hoped to be very pleasing.   He smiled and cocked his head a little.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “At first I wished Hector was here to stop me, but I am glad for this.  I ...have loved you for some time, Genevieve.  I quake at feeling your love for me.”</span><br/><br/>He wouldn't last very long under her beautiful gaze.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Hector sat alone in his quarters looking down at the stone in his hands.  He was full of sorrow and quite exhausted.  He could let it be known in the privacy of his room, but only in the privacy of his room.  It was his duty to be strong and composed for the young King.  Ah what was to become of poor Motto now that he had used the stone again.  Each exposure seemed to fuel Motto's extraordinary traits; his might becoming more and more fearsome to behold as a result.  "Please let this be the last time."  He closed his eyes and held the stone to his chest.  He would honor the late Queen’s request until his dying day and keep the stone hidden.  Few knew about it including Sir Pike but now the lovely Lady Genevieve had seen.  It was likely that she was become it's keeper one day.  He pitied the girl and vowed to protect her.