The Union of Avalon and Briton 12
The spells in the story aren't all mine. Some I got off a story from another author here called Calliann. Some spells are from Earth, Air, Fire, and Water: More Techniques of Natural Magic by Scott Cunningham and Everyday Magic by Dorothy Morrison. Other spells I borrowed from the writer Patricia C. Wrede, and still others are from a videogame-I don't know the game's name, but I got it from some sort of game. Some rewritten spells are from Green Magic: The Sacred Connection to Nature by Ann Moura. A few ARE mine though! Part of a chant is from Lady Alexia V and her story Dark Red. Some of the Dark Gods are from a web page Beltane information comes from and , the main web page, a few words are from Harry Potter, and the web page Temple of the Sacred Spiral. As always, King Arthur isn't mine and none of the characters belong to me either. They are all apart of the Arthurian Legends. I am only using these characters as a fun activity in my spare time so please, don't sue me!
The Knights listed are TRUE Knights of the Round Table-I found the names of all the Knights listed on different websites!
The God, housed in the First Knight's strong, youthful, and virile body, unerringly guided the Goddess, safely ensconced in Arthur's little sister's body, towards their consummation bed. As he pulled her towards the bed, he guided her up to his body and wrapped her up in his arms protectively. When her arms wrapped around his shoulders to return the affection, he lowered his head and gave her a soft sensual kiss.
Elaine as the Goddess moaned in euphoric approval. As her mouth opened to her consort's warm probing, the God spun them around and shoved her softly onto the goose feather filled bed. She squealed in surprise and pleasure as she landed with her arms and legs spread openly, enticingly towards her lover.
She eyed him hungrily as she eagerly removed the gown from her body and positioned herself, so her avatar's body would entice her lover's avatar to join her on the bed more quickly.
He simply smirked and slowly started to remove his avatar's leathers and black cotton tunic top. He nearly grinned with pride as his lover-to-be groaned in sexual frustration because he was teasing her to the heavens above and taking way to long to disrobe.
So with confidence born from millennia, she leapt at him knocking them onto the floor and straddling his waist. She kissed him with wild abandon pulling his black tunic from his pants and slipping her hands under the fabric. She felt as his arms enveloped around her; crushing her body to his in a feverish pitch. She pulled away with a saucy grin, and he sat up following her with a naughty grin of his own.
She attempted to lift his arms so she could pull his tunic up over his head, but he stopped her with an earth shattering kiss. When she got her bearings once more, Lancelot, her consort's avatar, had disrobed under Herne's influence and had placed her gently on the bed. She was amazed! She hadn't even felt him lifting her up!
She ran her fingers across his smooth, creamy parchment toned skinned chest. She leaned in and kissed his neck, trailing kisses and soft bites across his collar bone. She licked her way down to his nipple and bit it hard.
Lancelot, Herne, was in heaven! Her warm hands and hot mouth on his skin were driving him crazy with desire.When she bit his nipple he roared in ecstasy. "My love, I can't take much more of this."
He growled as she smiled and continued to slowly torture him with nips and sensual licks of her tongue.
She lifted off him and kneeled at the end if the bed. This time Herne was ready for her. He quickly pulled her up so he could plunder her mouth with his own, and flipped them so that she was underneath him.
"My turn, my pet." Lancelot said throatily as he kissed her slowly but thoroughly. He kissed his way across her jaw to her ear. He sucked on her lobe and slowly trailed his fingers across her heaving breasts and down to her erect nipples. Then he trailed soft kisses down the smooth column of her throat. He worked his way to her breasts taking one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth and then the other as his fingers tweaked and teased the other plump mound of heated flesh.
Elaine (Goddess) moaned in approval for his technique. She wrapped her long legs around his middle and undulated against his rising manhood. She moaned as her heated core sent shock waves throughout her body.
He moaned and nearly burst then and there when her impassioned core touched his hardened sex. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, let his hands skim down her flat tummy, and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of each thigh. He chuckled as she growled. Her frustration was very evident. He blew across her soft curls before taking her clit in his mouth and sucking on it lightly.
It was enough to peak her arousal but not enough to bring her release.
He lowered his mouth and thrust his tongue into her. As she writhed desperately, he moved up quickly taking her mouth with his as he thrust himself inside her.
She broke free of the kiss and yelled out. "Herne! Oh yes! Oh my love! Faster!"
He complied with her wishes picking up the pace. He only hoped he could hold out long enough for her to find completion. He felt her inner muscles start to quiver around his manhood.
"Herne! Harder! Herne!" She yelled as she came to completion under his skill.
"My Goddess!" He growled against her neck as he released his seed deep within her womb.
They lay in each others arms. Both of them were delightedly tired and deliciously sedated.
They smiled loving at one another as their divine auras started to trickle out of their chosen avatars.
As they left Elaine and Lancelot's bodies to their thankful rest, the Goddess took her consort's hand and said as they lifted up into the air for all to see,
"It is He who comes to Me,
In dreams filled with strange desire.
It is He who beckons Me to leave My throne,
For a grassy bed of forest green.
It is He who stands naked before Me,
Clothed only in the mists of morning.
Wandering along meandering water-tracks of brook and stream,
Stepping softly through feathery whisperings of meadowy fields,
Searching out the sturdy groves of sacred oak,
I call for Him,
Yet He answers not.
But lo!
In fevered vision,
While lost in shadowed woods,
I hear the music of His pipes,
Haunting Me,
Calling to the depths of My untamed stirrings!
Weak unto fainting,
Enraptured am I
As before Me, He appears!
I am overcome by obsession.
I am driven by yearning in My inmost parts.
I am stung by the impulsive arrows of Eros.
I see the draping curl upon His forehead with sprouted horns,
Like the two points of the crescent Moon,
Emerging from His tousled locks.
I wonder at His massive chest,
A sea of pale smooth skin,
The tips of His firm-formed nipples adrift upon its waves.
I lust for the embrace of His animal legs, tangled with hair;
Muscular, strong;
And between them,
The gift of my consort, God;
Ever-resilient,
His hardened horn-of-plenty!
Come, My goat-footed Satyr,
For I have a private chamber
Of which My young maids share no knowledge.
Let Me take You there,
For its window is open wide that you may enter in at will.
Pierce Me through with love as I die a little death
In the cradle of Your arms,
Carried along upon raging currents of ecstasy!"
The golden light of the God, right before Morgana, Hale, Morgawse, and Arlec's eyes, took humanoid shape and said in a deep thunderous voice full of harsh vocals, "I chose the Sarmatian of the Wall because he truly loves my Lady's avatar. Plus, he is deserving of such praise. He is an honorable man who is loyal and trustworthy. The child conceived this night, will be blessed with his love and Elaine's love too. Speak not of the child though…fare thee well Priestesses of Avalon, Daughters of Igraine."
Then the two lights simply rose into the air in a glorious, fast-paced, trickle of silvery-golden light.
Inside the consummation chambers, Lancelot sighed and held the warmth beside him closer. He was undeniably exhausted, but he had never felt better or more content. He cuddled into the soft, pliable, form and muttered softly, "I love you, Elaine…"
Tristan nearly ran to Isolde and threw her over his shoulder. As they vanished into the forest, he felt Isolde's pleasure and desire for him as she shuddered against him.He threw her to the ground where his senses told him the ferns were thickest, and he saw that the landing had knocked the wind from her and for a second for she was still. His body was quivering with a savage desire he had never felt before, but not for the satisfaction of his spent body would he perform a savage penetration; he wished to explore, to smell, to feel and to taste.
Tristan remembered the momentary feel of her skin against his; she felt like rose petals, velvety, silken, and fragrant. Above all he desired to drink her substance. She gazed at him with heavily lidded eyes, and he felt his own manhood quake in excitement. He buried his face in her neck and breathed in heavily to control his growing excitement.
Isolde groaned and rolled her hips into his own with all the wild abandon in her body. Her arms reached around him and ripped the tunic harshly from his body. Her legs wrapped around his middle and pulled him down to her with a savage kiss of her own. She knew that he was confused by his irregular behavior, but it was her fault. Her attraction to him was based off his animalistic characteristics. Since her own powers and soul were animalistic in nature as well, her powers had subtly influenced him. Her powers didn't control him, they did remove any inhibitions he might have had-like Arthur's judgment for one.
His exploration her body found a small nub, something else to suck on, when he pushed her transparent white gown up and around her hips. His lips curled around it and he sucked, hard. She cried out now with a mixture of moans, howls, and gasps interspersed with wild laughter, giving voice to such noises that would shame any who heard them.
The length of her body, that he had so admired, vaulted up towards the spotted sky, the silky globes of her buttocks pounded against their bed of ferns. He had a sudden desire to drink her dry; using his tongue and lips he licked and sucked harder and firmer than before in an attempted to do just that.
Her core was wet and swollen, and he felt a swelling of pure male pride as he gazed down upon her. He could hear the rapid drumming of her heart, feel the rush of blood as it flowed through her. It grew stronger and stronger, continuing on and on, till her body almost vibrated beneath his ministrations.
Suddenly she reared up, releasing his head, and cried, "Fill me! Quench me! Please, do it now! Now!"
He knew what she wanted but he also knew of the pain that it would cause.
"God below!" Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him to her, her nails digging into the hard flesh of his back, drawing blood in her need to have him closer. He could feel the silky skin of her body pressing itself against him and the tremulous want of the flesh beneath. "Right now I don't give a damn about pain! I need it! Please! Now!"
Pushing her spread legs further apart he all but ripped his breeches from his body, grabbed his man-sex, turgid since he had seen the dance; it was now solid due to his banquet and the intense mixture of aromas that fogged the air around her femininity. He positioned himself at her weeping entrance and, releasing his rod, thrust forward, pushing the large gland into her.
As he slowly pushed his admission into her most intimate area she fell back amongst the ferns. Her hand that had been clutching at his back was now pressed against his shoulders clinging to him as the desire rocked through their joined loins. As their passion was so great and animalistic in nature, both of them came to completion in a matter of minutes.
When he pulled out of her, Isolde moaned in sadness. When he made to move off of her, Isolde, once again, wrapped her legs around him and said breathlessly, "No, stay right there. If I can't have you inside me, I want to feel your powerful body over mine."
Tristan simply smiled lightly at her and laid his head in exhaustion on her bosom. Within seconds he was asleep as Isolde ran her fingers through his shaggy brown hair.
Aithne was having more fun than she thought she would have. This was her first Beltane celebration as a Priestess, and her first time to dance with the older women in her order. As she danced and twirled around the large Bel-Fire, her eyes caught those of Galahad's grass green ones. She blushed as Galahad's eyes roamed over her body.
She edged closer to him and gulped. She really wanted to have his touch upon her skin, but she was shy. But this is the Beltane…I can do and act how I want! She gathered her courage and danced up to Galahad.
As she dragged her fingers down his bare arm, she said in an innocent tone, "Will you join with me this night, Sir Knight?"
Galahad gulped and nodded. He couldn't help it. She was so beautiful. Her hair shimmered in the firelight, and her skin glowed. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought that Aithne was the Goddess reborn.
He pulled her to him and kissed her softly as he said, "I would like nothing less, My Lady Priestess."
As he pulled her into the forest's dense protection, she felt a shiver of fear run down her back. She didn't want to disappoint him. She was a virgin after all and he was an experienced Knight of Sarmatia. Their tales of valor and war-fare, are as legendary as their skills in the bedchambers.
He smiled at her in an attempt to calm her down and said soothingly as he pulled her in close to him, "I'll go as slow as you wish, My Lady. I have no want to hurt you or make you fear me."
She smiled softly at him and gathered her courage. She took a step closer to him and said, "Make me a woman…make me yours, my knight."
She sighed as her bare skin brushed against the soft nature greens of the forest floor. Galahad captured her gasp of breath in his mouth as he kissed her lovingly. He ran his tongue over her lips and she opened them so he could plunder her mouth passionately. He stroked the inside of her mouth gently as her hands roamed over his brown leathered chest. She flicked her thumb over his nipple. She breathed hotly on his neck and unbuckled his leather tunic and pulled it over his head.
Galahad arched his straining erection into her hip. A low groan came from throat as Aithne, once again, gathered her courage and deepened the kiss and dug her short nails into his back. His hands slid along her sides to cup her silky breasts. Pulling his mouth from hers, Galahad kissed along her jaw and neck. He licked the swell of her creamy breast.
She arched off the bed as his warm tongue danced its way over her breasts and pulled her hard nipple into his mouth. He laved the pebble of flesh and teased the other with his fingers. He bit down gently. Aithne dug her nails deeper into his arms as a deep seated groan emerged from her mouth. When his hand slid down her flat tummy she stopped. "Wait. Galahad, stop," she panted.
He paused. "What's wrong?" he asked. Please, don't change your mind.
Aithne smiled and rolled on top of him. As she pushed her hair away from her face, she leaned down and gave him another hot kiss and ran her hands down his chest once more. Her fingers, as she gained more confidence, rolled his nipples between her fingers and rocked her hips into his pelvis.
Galahad groaned as she smiled at him and unbuckled his trousers. When he was a bare as she was, she pressed her body up tightly against his and threaded her fingers through his short chestnut-black hair, pulling his face towards her. As she thrust her tongue into his mouth, he thrust into her by grabbing her hips and rotating himself into her. Her head fell back as his length filled her.
Galahad closed his eyes for a second as he tried to remain still. She was so tight. He looked down at her exposed throat. Lowering his mouth he sucked at the delicate skin. Slowly he began to move within her hot, virginal womb.
As he moved inside her, Aithne could feel the sensation his suckling was creating in her lower body. Aithne knew she was just on the brink.
"Damn it, Galahad. Harder!" She growled. When he obeyed, her body exploded into the very first orgasm she'd ever had. "Oh, Goddess! Galahad!"
Galahad thrust into her faster as her body quivered and rocked around his manhood. He reached down between their joined bodies and rubbed her clit. When her body arched into another climax, he poured his seed into her hot body.
He sighed as she smiled and pulled him down on top of her. She smiled brightly up at him and said sweetly, "I don't want you to leave me. Just stay right here, with me."
As Morgawse and the others sat back in awe, for the God had never spoken to them in person before, Branwen, who was sleeping silently in her tent, whimpered softly and whispered loudly in terror, "DARKNESS! DARKNESS ON AVALON!"
Elaine, deep within the comforts and warmth of Lancelot's arms, shuddered as a dark, powerful, commanding voice echoed throughout her mind...DESTROY…DESTROY…DESTROY!
The next morning, Elaine awoke and smiled. Beside her was the man she had wished for with all her might. She thanked the Goddess and God with all her being that Lancelot had been chosen as her consort. With a soft giggle she placed a hand on her flat womb and thought happily my child, you shall want for nothing…now I just have to gain the courage to tell your father…
She smile grew as Lancelot's deep, warming, and loving brown eyes fluttered open and he smiled softly up at her.
Then her face went blank.
Lancelot frowned, placed a hand on her shoulder, and asked as he shook her lightly, "Elaine, what's wrong, My Love?"
As she woke up from her dark sleep, Branwen's cries reached all new levels as she continued to cry out, "DARKNESS! Please, take it away! PLEASE!"
Her eyes rolled up into her head and said collapsed. Her face was screwed up in intense pain, and Morgawse, who was still cradling her baby cousin, could only hold her closer and ordered out sharply to the Priestesses gathered, "All those who have the skill! Search out for this darkness…NOW!"
Morgana nodded and took command as the Priestesses that had vanished last night with lovers reappeared from the forest-the Knights' lovers included, "Isolde, Emogen, Aithne, Lunete, Amarante, Diamante, Marlene, Moira, Shina, Nirvana, Aderes, Evelina, Kaylyn, Radella, and I will search this island stem to stern in our attempt to find, locate, and destroy this evil that has attacked us on this holy celebration!"
Arthur, as he walked around Priestess Ariel, stated in a commanding tone, "My Knights shall help by escorting these wonderful Priestesses around the island."
At his sister's look of protest, Arthur held up a hand and continued, "I know the Priestesses of Avalon are trained in warfare as well a healing and magic sister, but I'd feel better if they had more protection."
Morgana sighed and nodded. Arthur could be as stubborn as a mule, and she didn't have the time to argue with him.
As the inhabitants of Avalon spread out, Arthur, who had stayed behind with Morgana since she wanted to scan the immediate are she and the others were standing in, tilted his head and wondered out loud, "Where is Elaine and Lancelot?"
Inside the protection of their consummation tent, Lancelot was growing more worried by the minute. Elaine had yet to answer him and he had been waiting for her to come out of her dazed state for over fifteen minutes now. As he made to get up and summon Arthur, Elaine's body grew stiff and her eyes rolled back into her head. He rushed to her side to catch her, but she did not fall. Instead she simply stood there-her body rocking back and forth like she was drunk. Her eyes were pure white, and Lancelot couldn't help but shiver.
She looked-dark.
Elaine was scared. She didn't understand what was happening to her. One minute she was smiling happily and lovingly at Lancelot, and the next she's here locked up tightly inside a dark cage. She tried to remain calm, but it was getting harder and harder for her to remain in control. This place, whe rever it was, was dark and gruesome. All around her shadows and bloody images of times and people long past flew around her moaning in pain.
Then from the shadows, a dark image appeared. It looked a little like herself-only older and with redder hair.
"Ganieda!" she shouted out in horror and anger.
"Yes, child, it is I." cracked her banished mentor and once Lady Mother.
Elaine withheld a shiver of revulsion as she demanded with clenched fists, "What do you want with me!"
Ganieda clucked her tongue at her and shook her finger at her as she said as the shadows over took her once more, "Now that would be telling, daughter. All I will say is that Fate is about to change dearest…for the worst!"
Elaine, now alone in her cage, wrapped her arms around her knees and wept. She wasn't sure what Ganieda's words meant, but she knew that it wouldn't be good for her or her family.
Then her head shot up in alarm, FAMILY! Ganieda has always been after Arthur! She wants him dead so he can't become King! She couldn't…not with MY BODY!
She closed her eyes and willed with all her might and soul, "ARTHUR!"
When she had wasted all her strength, she collapsed to the ground and held her body close to her heart. When her head touched her knees, she tried to understand just how Ganieda had gained control of her body and mind. Ever since she was a child, she had been in perfect control of her abilities. Her mother, Igraine, had made sure of that early on in her life.
Then her eyes widened in understanding. Of course! The rite of claiming! When the God left my body, he left me raw and vulnerable! And then, when the Goddess claimed me last night, she soothed me and gave me the skill and strength to control my growing powers, but…the damage has been done. Ganieda had taken control when the God left my body…
Elaine started to cry once more. Now that Ganieda had control of her body, Arthur was sure to die and there was nothing she could do about it.
Then her body convulsed and she slipped into merciful blackness.
Lancelot couldn't believe his eyes. The woman he loved was crackling and her white, blank eyes were swirling with eerie black swirls. What frightened him the most was that the darkness was quickly gaining ground within the pure white orbs.
As Elaine's body started to move away from him, he tried to grab her hand, but he missed. Elaine's mouth opened and said the one thing that froze everything within his body-mind and heart included as she materialized a very elaborate bejeweled dagger, "ARTHUR MUST DIE!"
