Victory Party
Flush from the battle, and wine and the victory party, Arthur strode through the camp and back to his tent. Opening the flap, he was surprised not to see his page Tadhg, but her.
She waited for him on his bed, green eyes hot and sultry, red hair cascading down, draping creamy white shoulders, half cloaking firm white breasts with their rosebud nipples, but her legs were covered by the coverlet of fine scarlet wool draped over his bed.
"You came," he said, dropping his cloak onto a chair. He swayed slightly in his intoxication.
"I promised to help you celebrate," she replied, smiling. "Did you think I wouldn't?"
He unfastened his belt, and lay his sword on the table. "I didn't know, my mysterious lady. Where's my page?"
She stood up, letting the red cloth fall away from her. "I sent him away. I thought you'd prefer some privacy for this."
His mouth went dry as she walked lithely towards him. He collapsed into his chair, sitting on his cloak, and kicked his boots off. "So when will you tell me your name?" he asked.
She bent over him slightly. "After you give me what you promised me," she said, letting her arms wrap around his neck. He stood up, and she pressed her body invitingly against his. Her lips kissed the base of his throat, and then she dragged her tongue up from there to the tip of his chin. "As for me, I always deliver what I promise, my liege."
It was enough. His mouth crushed hers as his hands wrapped into her flame-colored hair. With a moan, he carried her to the bed, and lost himself in her taste, her breasts, and the warm inviting wetness he found as she wrapped her legs around him.
In the morning, he awoke alone. Tucked in his hand was a slip of paper. Sitting up he unfurled it. "My name is Morgause," he read. "Daughter of Ygraine and Gorlois of Cornwall. Thank you for a pleasant evening, brother. As I told you, I always deliver."
Suddenly he grew cold, and his victory seemed very far away.
A/N This is when Mordred, the son of Arthur, and one of his sisters was conceived. All variations say he didn't know the woman was his sister, although the sister did. Some versions of the legend say it was Morgan Le Faye, but I went with the variation that had Morgause, queen of Lothian and mother of Gawain and wife of King Lot as the woman.)