I Stopped Simping and the Heroines Lost Their Minds

Arthur slept harder than he had in weeks.

By the time he woke the next morning, yesterday’s soreness was gone. Arthur got out of bed, stretched once, and only realized afterward that he hadn’t thought about the refinement at all.

He washed, dressed, ate enough breakfast to make Seraphina’s kitchen staff stare at him again, and wandered out toward the training yard mostly because he could hear Kael arguing with someone from halfway down the corridor.

Kael was already on the mat when Arthur arrived, stretching one shoulder while Adrian leaned against the nearby railing with the expression of someone who had already given up trying to reason with him.

Arthur stopped at the edge of the yard. "No."

Kael looked over, perfectly innocent. "I haven’t asked anything."

"You’re standing on a training mat before breakfast has fully settled."

"Father said no sparring yesterday."

Arthur stared at him.

Kael grinned. "It’s not yesterday."

Emily arrived a moment later carrying two cups of coffee. She took one look at her brother on the mat and sighed heavily.

Gareth was speaking with one of the senior instructors near the far end of the yard. He noticed Kael circling Arthur, looked at both of them for a moment, and apparently decided stopping them would require more effort than supervising them.

"No weapons," Gareth called across the yard.

Kael’s grin widened.

Arthur looked toward the far end. "You’re encouraging him."

"I’m limiting the damage," Gareth answered calmly.

Kael didn’t wait for another complaint and shoved Arthur hard. Arthur barely moved, and when Kael tried again with more effort, a smile started creeping across his face.

Kael saw it and changed tactics. A second later Arthur was flat on his back staring at the morning sky.

Kael offered him a hand. "Strength is useful."

Arthur took it. "I preferred yesterday when you looked worried."

"He absolutely looked worried," Emily said over her coffee.

They kept going for another few minutes. Arthur broke free when Kael grabbed him, stayed upright through another shove, and even forced Kael back a step once. That last success put the grin back on his face, and Kael put him on the ground again shortly afterward.

Gareth watched Arthur climb back to his feet. "You’re stronger."

Arthur waited for the rest.

"You still make the same mistakes," Gareth added.

"There it is," Arthur muttered.

Kael clapped him heavily on the shoulder and called him brother-in-law. Emily lifted her coffee threateningly, and Kael wisely moved out of range.

By late morning, Kael had finally run out of excuses to throw Arthur onto a mat, and Emily had errands waiting in town. Arthur changed his shirt, stole one last piece of food from the kitchen on the way out, and went with her.

For once, neither of them had anywhere they needed to rush afterward. Emily replaced the hairpins she’d broken during the tournament, collected a heavy parcel Seraphina had ordered, and stopped at a roasted food stall on the way back.

She gradually transferred wrapped packages and bags into Arthur’s arms as they walked. Arthur finally complained after she handed him the fourth heavy bundle.

"Testing," Emily told him simply.

Arthur looked down at the assortment of bags he was carrying. "You’ve found a very convenient definition of that word."

He shifted everything into one hand so he could use the other. Emily’s eyes followed the movement and lingered briefly on his forearm beneath the rolled sleeve.

Arthur caught her looking.

Emily looked toward the other side of the street.

"Still testing?" Arthur asked.

"Shut up."

A young martial trainee outside a weapon shop recognized Arthur as they passed. He stepped forward to congratulate him on the tournament. A moment later, the trainee noticed Emily standing right beside him. Now Emily got recognized too, and the young man bowed awkwardly before hurrying away.

Arthur chuckled as they continued down the street, enjoying finally being known in her hometown for once. Emily dryly reminded him that he had been locally famous for roughly twenty-four hours.

While they were eating on the slow walk back toward the compound, Emily casually asked where Arthur planned to go after leaving.

"The guild, first," Arthur said. "Maybe a dungeon or two while I still have the break. I’d rather get some field work in before heading back to the academy."

Emily didn’t look surprised. "So naturally you’re going into a dungeon."

"They’re useful."

"That is exactly the sort of sentence I expected from you," Emily replied. She bumped her shoulder against his. "Answer your messages."

Emily just looked at him. Arthur had ignored enough messages during previous jobs to know exactly what that look meant.

"I’ll answer them."

"You’d better."

Near the Thorne estate, another comment about Kael earned Arthur an elbow in the ribs. He barely shifted, which made Emily stop, step closer and put both hands against his shoulder for a proper shove.

That got half a step out of him. Arthur’s grin appeared immediately. "Scientific?"

Emily pointed down the road. "Walk."

By dinner, Kael had already started arguing about when their next rematch would happen, while Seraphina worked through a list of supplies Arthur apparently needed for a trip that was supposed to last only a few days.

Arthur told her she didn’t need to pack half the compound’s kitchen. Seraphina ignored him and continued listing provisions. Gareth told Arthur to ensure he kept practicing the dagger techniques, and Adrian asked whether Arthur intended to keep hunting solo once he reached the guild.

Seraphina left first with her papers, Gareth disappeared toward his study, and Kael was still arguing with Adrian when Arthur finally escaped the table.

He said his goodnights and headed down the quiet corridors toward the guest wing. He could hear Emily walking behind him.

After making the second turn, Arthur looked over his shoulder. "Your room is the other way."

Emily kept walking right behind him. "I know."

Arthur pushed the heavy door to his guest room open and stepped inside. Emily followed him in, pushing the door shut until the latch clicked.

She caught his shirt and kissed him before the door had fully settled, pushing him back one step before pressing forward again. Arthur’s second step never came.

Emily pushed harder and got nowhere. When she broke the kiss and looked up, Arthur was already grinning at her.

She shoved him again. Arthur caught her around the waist and turned them before she could try a third time, leaving Emily against the wall instead.

She stared at him for a second, then smiled. "Again."

Arthur kissed her instead.

Emily tried twice to turn them around while they kissed. Arthur caught her both times and put her back against the wall, while her hands kept returning to his shoulders and arms whenever she got the chance.

Arthur flexed beneath her grip just to annoy her.

Emily made a rough sound and bit his lower lip.

Arthur caught both of her wrists, pinning them against the wall on either side of her head. Emily’s breath hitched. The moment Arthur loosened his hold, she twisted free and tried to turn them around again.

Arthur caught her around the waist and pinned her right back against the wood.

Emily caught the hem of Arthur’s shirt while he was kissing her and dragged it upward. He broke away only long enough to pull it over his head before she caught him again, and the shirt landed somewhere near the door. One of the pins holding her hair disappeared a moment later when Arthur’s hand caught behind her head.

Arthur slid his hands down to her thighs and lifted her.

Emily made a sharp, surprised sound as she left the floor and immediately wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Do that again."

Instead, Emily dropped her legs, sliding down his body, and went to her knees.

She stripped away his remaining clothing, pulled his thick, hard cock free, and immediately took him deep into her mouth. She kept her eyes locked on his, lips wrapping tight around his shaft.

Arthur let her suck him for a while before his hand tightened in her hair. He started fucking her mouth harder, pushing deep enough to make her gag around him.

Emily gripped his thighs and kept taking it, her eyes watering as Arthur held her there.

Arthur didn’t last much longer.

His grip tightened fiercely in her hair, holding her head in place. "Emily—"

She didn’t pull back. She looked up at him, eyes watering, and took the climax straight down her throat. Arthur groaned roughly, jerking his hips forward as he shot a heavy load of cum deep into her mouth. Emily swallowed hard around his cock, taking every hot burst. When Arthur finally pulled back, thick strings of cum trailed from her lips, splattering messily across her chin and cheek.

She stayed on her knees for a second, breathing hard. Her hair was a wrecked halo around her flushed face.

She wiped the cum from her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at him.

"That all?"

Arthur caught her around the waist and lifted her off the floor. Emily laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her toward the bed.

At the edge of the mattress, Emily tried to shove Arthur down first and ended up on her back instead. She immediately grabbed him and tried to roll them over, but Arthur caught her and kept her down.

Emily pushed harder. When he still held her there, the laughter disappeared for a second before she slowly grinned up at him.

Arthur caught her by the waist and turned her face-down into the tangled sheets.

He pinned one wrist to the mattress and held her down at the hips. Emily twisted beneath him and pulled hard against his grip. Arthur kept her pinned, and the grin she threw over her shoulder only sharpened.

Her cheek was pressed into the sheets, her messy hair falling across her face.

"Getting confident?" she taunted breathlessly.

Arthur held her firmly in place. "You keep encouraging me."

"Maybe I want to see how bad it gets."

Arthur shoved his cock into her wet pussy from behind, burying himself balls-deep in one thrust.

Arthur held her hips while Emily pushed back against him, still finding enough breath to throw insults over her shoulder. When she reached back for him, he caught her wrist and held it against her lower back.

She kept talking shit for a while, mostly because every time she did, Arthur went harder.

Before long she tried another threat and moaned through half of it instead.

Arthur’s thumb drifted lower, sliding past her wet folds to drag deliberately over her tight asshole.

Emily froze for a fraction of a second, her breath catching, and looked back at him. "Don’t get ambitious."

Arthur stopped for a second and gave a slow, knowing smile to cross his face.

"Don’t."

"I didn’t say anything."

"You’re thinking it."

Arthur pushed the teasing a little further, his thumb pressing lightly against her tight entrance. Emily let out a sharp gasp, losing her train of thought completely. Arthur kept his thumb exactly there, driving his cock deep into her pussy.

Arthur loosened his hold when Emily stopped fighting him for a moment.

She had been waiting for it. Emily twisted hard, knocked him off balance, and sent him onto his back before he could catch her again.

Emily climbed over him, straddling his waist. Her chest was heaving, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, but she looked pleased with herself.

"Still learning," she told him, her eyes flashing.

Arthur settled back beneath her, still smiling.

Emily pinned his shoulders to the mattress and rode him hard, grinding her wet pussy down against his cock before leaning forward to kiss him.

Emily rode him until her breathing turned ragged and she finally slowed. When she paused with both hands on Arthur’s chest, he was smiling at her.

"No."

"I didn’t say anything," Arthur said.

"Your face did."

Emily immediately sped up again, but it didn’t last. When she slowed a second time, Arthur caught her around the waist and rolled them over.

Arthur pinned her wrists above her head. When Emily tried to crawl farther up the mattress, he grabbed her hips, pulled her back down and kept fucking her.

Emily kept mouthing off whenever she found enough breath. Before long Arthur had her face-down in the sheets again.

Sweat had stuck loose strands of hair across Emily’s flushed face. She started another insult, got through the first few words, and then lost the rest in a moan.

Arthur grinned when the insult died. Emily tried to glare back at him, but the next thrust ruined that too.

Arthur’s shirt was a crumpled mess near the door. Emily’s top was half under a chair. The sheets were hopelessly twisted, the blankets kicked off, and a pillow had been thrown onto the floor. Arthur’s back was marked with red scratches and bite marks.

Arthur drove into her with a heavy thrust, and the wooden bed frame hit the wall behind them.

THUMP.

Both of them froze instantly.

Emily’s eyes widened.

Arthur slowly turned his head to look at the wall. The guest wing was dead quiet. He looked back down at Emily.

"Don’t," Emily whispered frantically.

Arthur began laughing.

Emily slapped a hand over his mouth. "If Kael heard that—"

Arthur’s muffled laughter only got worse against her palm. Emily groaned and shoved his face into the mattress next to her head. Arthur’s shoulders were still shaking when Emily pulled him back toward her.

They lost track of how long they’d been at it. Every time one of them seemed ready to stop, the other found a reason to keep going.

Eventually, Emily collapsed face-down into the tangled sheets and stayed there, her chest heaving.

Arthur gave her a moment before reaching for her hips again.

Emily slowly looked back over her shoulder. "You’re joking."

He wasn’t.

By the time they finally stopped, Emily was shaking through another climax while Arthur buried himself to the hilt and came deep inside her pussy.

Arthur lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling.

Emily was sprawled beside him, thoroughly worn out. When she turned toward Arthur, his breathing was already beginning to settle.

Her eyes narrowed.

Arthur noticed the look. "Successful test?"

Emily didn’t answer. Instead, she reached over and squeezed his upper arm again.

Arthur started laughing. "Still?"

Emily closed her eyes, letting her hand drop. "Inconclusive."

Arthur laughed harder. She blindly reached up to grab a pillow to hit him with. It was on the floor.

She kicked his leg under the sheets instead.

"We could collect more data," Arthur suggested.

Emily opened one eye and glared at him. "Don’t."