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Steamy Movie Crossover Contest

Name of story: Holy Grail

Penname: haleyusf

Movie or TV Show: Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail

Main Character Pairing: E/B

POV: EPOV

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Contest ends February 5, 2009

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***EPOV***

I trudged through the dark night, braving the wind and the rain, without a thought for my own comfort. I was focused on one thing and one thing only; the grail. My quest was to serve my Lord, my country and my king by procuring the grail and returning it to its rightful home in King Arthur's castle. The needs of the flesh abandoned, I braved the storm.

All of a sudden, a light illuminated the sky; a beacon shone brightly into the night, projecting a grail amongst the thunderous clouds. It must be a sign from God that the grail is situated thusly at the source of the light. Like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, I knew that the grail in all its wondrous glory would be awaiting me. As I proceeded towards the source, I began to see the shadow of a tall structure. A flash of lightning revealed the shape of a large castle, and I could see the beacon originating from the top of the tallest tower.

Not knowing what I would encounter, I withdrew my mighty sword, prepared for the potential battle that lay ahead. Would I have to slaughter the masses to retrieve the grail? Would I have to fetch a shrubbery to appease nee-saying knights? Would the vicious Chicken of Bristol be anticipating my attack? Not knowing the answers to these questions and many more, I snuck towards the castle door. Sword at the ready, I banged on the door, and spoke in a most authoritative manner, "Hark, open this door in the name of the King!" Adrenaline was racing through my veins as I heard scurrying and voices behind the door, but still the door did not open.

My patience waning, I prepared to utter my command a second time. However, before the words escaped my lips, the door began to open, and I was met with a most unexpected sight. It seemed as if God was taunting me; placing the Grail in a location filled with such temptation. The figure before me was a vision in ethereal white lace, a veritable halo of blonde hair framing her delicate shoulders. A sultry smile graced her lips as she took in my weathered visage. How was I to remain focused on my quest in the presence of such beauty? How was I to maintain my virtue when the sweet scent of femininity so clearly permeated the air?

The angel grabbed my free hand – the other still clutching the hilt of my sword protectively – and pulled me inside out of the rain. "Good Sir knight, welcome to the Castle Twilight! It is a most pleasant surprise to find you at our door at such an hour. Please, do come in and allow us to make you more comfortable, Sir…" she implored.

"Edward. Sir Edward Cullen of King Arthur's Court. Fair maiden, while I do appreciate your most generous offer, I must make haste towards the sole object of my desires. The grail! It is here! Bring me to the Grail!" I felt guilty for rebuffing her kindness, but I knew that any lingering would only encourage such sinful activities as consuming lascivious libations and dancing. As luck would have it, it seemed that the masculine tenor my voice reverberating through the castle walls alerted the other occupants of the castle to my presence. No sooner had I concluded my introductions then I heard the pitter patter of girlish feet down the stairs of the adjacent tower. A flock of lovely ladies, in perfect formation arranged by height, arrived in the entry way, adorned in the same ethereal white of the angel. Long hair flowed over their shoulders, skimming the tops of their bosoms, gowns of lace flounced around their knees, and wide eyes and luscious lips awaited my next move.

The angel spoke, "Ooh… King Arthur's Court! Sir Edward, my name is Madame Rosalie, and these are my sisters, all between the ages of 16 and 19. We are alone here in this castle, and it is so very dreary! We would do anything to convince you to stay, and I do mean anything, Sir. Please, put down your sword lest ye poke an eye out, lay down your armor, and remove your wet clothing so that you do not catch cold. Our doctors can tend to the cut on your leg." I had to admit, he offer was sounding more and more intriguing by the minute, and the cut on my leg (sustained from a run in with a renegade rose bush) was beginning to smart. However, as I briefly reminisced over my journey, I was reminded of my purpose; the Grail! I must not lose sight of my quest!

"Madame, I must insist that you bring me to the Grail. It resides here; I know it to be true! If you do not show me where it is right now, I shall be made to take it by force." I could have sworn I heard a collective sigh at my dominant words, but I must have been mistaken.

Madame Rosalie seemed deep in thought as she pondered my request, and then her face lit up with realization. "Aah… Bella!" And with those three syllables, she once again grabbed my hand and began to pull me up the stairs. Not know what a Bella was or why it was important, I could only assume that I was being taken to the Grail and followed her obediently. At the top of the stairway, we approached a dimly lit room, and I was thrust inside.

"Madame Rosalie, where is the Grail? I do not see it in this room? Why have you not brought it to me?"

"Well," she stated timidly, "I have just realized that our beacon is grail shaped. We are so lonely most of the time that we sometimes use the beacon to attract nearby travelers to provide us with some company. Bella must have lit the beacon, although she knows better than to do so without permission. Bella!!! Get in here right this minute!" she hollered. A young girl hiding beneath a curtain of brunette tresses came forward, her shoulders hunched over and her face towards the floor. Her delicate frame shook in trepidation; it seemed that Rosalie's wrath was not something one wished to encounter.

"Sir Edward, this is my sister Bella. It seems that she is responsible for your mistaken belief regarding the grail's location. I am so sorry on her behalf for the trouble it has caused you; what would you have me do to her?" Rosalie inquired.

"Wh-wh-what? No G-grail?" I sputtered. I could not believe that after all this, that the elusive Grail would remain an enigma! That little wench before me had deliberately misled me into believing that the grail was here, and all for what? A little male company? Well, she was going to get it alright. While our God might be a forgiving and merciful God, there was nothing to say that one should not atone for sins committed. "What is the usual punishment then for such an offense?"

A decidedly evil smirk flashed across Rosalie's face, and she replied in a husky voice, "Spanking."

"Spanking?" I squeaked.

"Yes, spanking. She must be spanked for her transgressions! And after she is thoroughly spanked, you may do with her as you see fit. And then, since I was the one who bought the beacon in the first place, I should be punished as well. And the rest of my sister's condone the beacon's use on a regular basis and therefore are also culpable. You should spank us all!" Rosalie was panting by the end of her rant. Yes, I would have to spank them all. Spank them all, indeed. Surely, God would understand. After all, these sirens were interfering with his personal mission! I would have to put aside my own selfish ideals of virtue and morality in order to adequately inflict God's punishment on these sinners.

"Right then, I shall deal with Bella first. Everyone else out of the room; I will deal with you all later." I couldn't have them attempting to lessen her punishment, I surmised. The ladies exited the room single file, leaving Bella standing in the middle of floor still looking downward. I would have none of that; she would have to face the consequences of her actions head on. I took my finger under her chin and lifted it so that she could meet my eyes. As I caught her gaze with my own, I felt my breath catch in my throat. If Madame Rosalie was an angel, Bella was most assuredly the goddess Aphrodite herself. Her enormous chocolate eyes were drowning me in their depth; her flawless marble skin begged to be touched; and her full, pouty lips elicited thoughts about her that were illegal in seven boroughs. I let my assessment of her features trail downwards over the gentle slope of her shoulders, past her exquisite womanly curves, towards the shadow of the apex of her thighs visible through her lacy gown. She seemed to be conducting a similar assessment of my male form and did not appear to be disappointed. I could hear her breathing, rapid and shallow as my own. Oh, she was going to get it alright.

I had yet to speak to her directly, and I could tell the silence was suffocating her. Finally, she could bear it no longer and her apologies started to spew forth. "Sir Edward, good kind Sir, I am so sorry. I did not mean for you to believe that we possessed the grail; I was merely looking for some compa-" I cut her off mid-sentence with my lips on her own. Not only was her rant an unnecessary waste of breath, but it was also going to make no difference in my mind. She needed to atone, and she needed to do it now. I was devouring her lips hungrily in both an attempt to absorb her into my body and to ensure her continued silence. Breathing heavily through my nose, I continued my assault on her mouth. Abruptly, I released her, needing to communicate to her how things were going to go.

"Bella, I am going to say this one time and one time only: Be Quiet. As a man of the Lord and a man of King Arthur's Court, I am on a quest to seek the Holy Grail, and you have single handedly misled me and halted that quest, and you shall be punished." Her whimper was barely audible, but the flush that stained her cheeks was undeniable. Time to spread that flush to her nether-cheeks. Securing my arm around her tiny waist, I hoisted her across the room and onto a bed. I deposited her so that she was on her hands and knees, facing away from me. I did not wish for her to be able to anticipate my whim. She dutifully remained silent as I drew her gown up over her creamy thighs and over her delicious derriere. She was thankfully without knickers; I could only imagine the theoretical barrier's fate had it been present. Her pale behind glowing in the moonlight entering from the window served as my own personal beacon; drawing me into her.

Unable to resist any longer, I lay my hand – calloused from years of sword-play – on her backside, gave it a little rub, and then, SMACK. It was a light spank. Enough to leave a slight sting, but I was just getting started. Bella moaned loudly with the contact and arched her back, begging for more. I obliged. THWACK. Moan. SPANK. Ugghh. POP. Mmmmmhh. Her position on the bed displayed her obvious acceptance of this form of punishment. Her feminine juices began to seep out of her core, leaving a most alluring trail down the inside of her thighs.

I longed to continue her punishment, but could stave off my hunger no longer. I bent down and devoured her sex, inhaled her aroma, and gorged myself on her sweet nectar. Her moans were reaching seismic levels as I thrust my tongue into her womanhood. I wanted to see this dangerous creature come undone at my hand, so I reached under her and quickly found purchase at her nexus of pleasure. I rubbed. She writhed. I licked. She cried. I plunged. She convulsed. I culminated my assault in a frenzied, synchronized attack on her sex; licking, sucking, invading, and she came. Lord did she cum. I was more likely to be burned at the stake for being a witch than I was to have my fingers released from her constricted love canal.

Finally, she relinquished her hold on my digits, and I righted her to face me on the bed. She grasped my face in her hands and kissed my glistening lips greedily. Her tongue entered my mouth, engaging my own in an intricate tango. Her tiny hands grazed my scalp, gripping my hair, my jaw, my neck. They trailed down, massaging my shoulders, my spine, my chest. Still silent, save for the muted mewls and sighs escaping her lips as her touch ghosted across my body, she continued south as the swallow flies for the winter. (A/N: A European swallow… not an African one; African swallows are non-migratory.) It suddenly occurred to me that while I had been so focused on Bella's "punishment", I had ignored my own body's reaction to the night's turn of events. While I was accustomed to my fellow knight standing at the ready each morning, I had never indulged in this most sordid form of dueling. Surely I would explode from the tension caused by the war raging in my pants!

Bella seemed to sense my extreme discomfort and adeptly removed my breeches from my person. She grasped me in one of her hands and guided me towards her moist heat. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I speared her with my steely cockhead, slicing through her barrier in one foul swoop. Being the glutton for punishment that she is, Bella embraced the pain with a guttural moan. Rocking my hips, I thrust into her again and again, setting a quick, steady rhythm. Before long, we were both on the precipice of epic bliss, enraptured in each other's arms, panting nonsensical obscenities into the air. One strategically timed flick of her bundle of nerves and she sailed over the edge, the vice grip on my manhood bringing me down alongside her. I unsheathed myself and collapsed next to my goddess, thankful to God and all else holy that she chose tonight to shine the beacon, for I had found my grail in the depths of her slick folds and her beautiful heart.

"Sir Edward…" she gasped, "may I speak freely now?"

"Yes…"

"I take it back. I'm not sorry; not even the slightest bit! After what just occurred, I am quite certain I am in love with you. I knew what would happen if I lit the beacon tonight…" She loves me! Wait, what? How could she have known? I decided to voice my question aloud.

"Well… one of my sisters, Alice, is a famous oracle, and she saw the result of my actions, and I allowed her vision to come to fruition." While I had always been skeptical of oracles (after a sketchy reading about a flesh-eating rabbit and some goat man named Tim) I had heard of this Alice, and now had faith in her gift.

"Bella, my love, everyone in the kingdom knows better than to bet against Alice."

Now, how best to punish her sisters…

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