Gwen

She'd always wondered what it would be like to kiss another woman. The contrast to her experience with men intrigued her. She wanted to know what it would be like to be pressed against soft curving flesh, instead of the hardness of sinew muscles.

It wasn't long after her experience with Arthur that her eyes strayed to Gwen. She'd been with Morgana for a few years, ever since she was old enough to work in the castle. She was Morgana's only real friend and even then she questioned if things would be different if Gwen didn't work for Uther. Nonetheless, Gwen was the only girl in the castle that was Morgana's age and she wasn't exactly hard on the eyes.

Toying with the idea in her head, Morgana set a very subtle plan in motion. She managed to stay undressed much longer than she needed before and after baths and while changing. She loved the blush it elicited from Gwen. Once she was sure she had Gwen's attention, the rest was simple.

They snuck away for a picnic one afternoon and ended up staying the whole night. Morgana had never made love anywhere except her own bed, but there was something magical about being out in the grass under the stars. She made Gwen come several times before she let Gwen have her way.

It was wonderful in a sinful kind of way, but Gwen was her friend. Those weren't the kind of feelings that would support a long term relationship. It was nice, but it left Morgana hungry and wanting for more.