Warning: Mature Content Ahead.
Barging into Morgana's bedchamber unannounced, Arthur takes the two ladies by surprise with his sudden appearance. There was no call for him to be in there so early or to look for anything in particular.
"Do you knock? I could have been indecent, Arthur," Morgana asks, slightly perturbed.
"No more indecent than you usually are," Arthur eyes Morgana up and down, snapping harshly back at her.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know. What did you want it to mean?"
"What did you want exactly, Arthur, you can go if it isn't important," Morgana answers tartly.
"Father asked me to pick up Gwen. Apparently, he needs to talk to her."
Morgana raises an eyebrow skeptically.
Watching the scene between Arthur and Morgana for long enough, Gwen puts in, "What does Uther want with me?"
"I don't know, but we better get a move on." Arthur's face is picture of seriousness. He motions with his hand towards the door. Gwen leaves the room first; Arthur follows and closes the door behind him.
It wasn't until they rounded the corner from Morgana's bedchamber that Arthur reaches out to grab Gwen's hand, pulling her into an empty guest room. Once they are both in the room, Arthur closes the door behind them and starts kissing Gwen on the lips. His hands feeling along her stomach, tickling her sides, as he hungrily deepens the kiss. Gwen gasps and moans, "I thought we were going to see your father."
Trailing kisses down Gwen's neck, Arthur huskily answers, "Don't worry, Guinevere, you'll be seeing the father eventually." Nibbling down from her earlobe, he left a little bite mark along her jaw line. Gwen runs her fingers through Arthur's hair, grazing them over his firm chest, down to his abdomen and the already protruding member poking at her through his pants.
The bed was inviting to the two enthralled young people. Arthur drags Gwen over to it, strips her down, and throws her face down into the soft bed. He removes his clothes as well, getting on top of her, feeling the soft firmness of her ass. Grabbing her hips, Arthur positions himself between her legs and plunges himself into her slippery depths. The thrusting back and forth causes Gwen to moan loudly into the pillow that was under her head. Arthur reached around to cup one of her breasts in his hand as he thrust her forward. He squeezes her breast softly as he rocks into her.
"Oh Guinevere! I'm going to come. I don't think I can hold back longer."
Gwen, on the verge of coming herself, whimpers, "Do it with me. I'm about to cum." Thrusting even harder, the orgasm both experienced, one right after the other would have been loud enough to alert the whole castle to their presence in that room.
Collapsing on top of Gwen, Arthur kissed her shoulder blade affectionately. Even though, it was morning, the activity caused both of them to fall asleep in each other's arms.