Cardeia: Thanks for reviewing! I wasn't sure I was going to post this story and I'm still wondering how I'm going to do my future chapters. Tristan is turning out kind of weird, maybe you can help me out with him. No, she's not going to be marrying any knights, but I would like to give her a happy ending. Well, happier anyway. I had thought to have her hang herself or something in the end but then I thought that would be too grim. The journal she is writing has her happier memories in it, so I'm going to steer away from the hardness so much until the end. Little touches throughout, but that's it. Her relationship with each knight is different, and she is different with each one as their needs dictate.She enjoys them as much as she might, but has no illusions that there is any sort of romance there. My idea is that she mainly keeps to the knights, tries not to be as "common" as some of the others. But the knights are not always there and one has to make a living. I think my vision of Dagonet is a little different from yours, but hopefully mine will work for you. I see him as sort of a straight-arrow type, but then I didn't pay all that much attention to him in the movie. Maybe I'll check it out again, with an eye out for any signs of kinkiness.;) His chapter isn't that long, frankly he doesn't inspire me all that much, but he had to be included. Also, on the "f" word. I'll see if I can find something else that works. It's such a great, descriptive word though. I actually use it on a daily basis, in many various forms. Yeah, I'm a trash mouth. :)

Disclaimer:Not making any money from this, so don't sue me.

Rating: M Nothing too hectic in this chapter, but she gets seriouslyjiggy with some of these guys sotheM will apply to later chapters.

Every knight has meant something different to me. Dagonet was one who always made me want to be better than I was. Not by anything he said or did, just by being himself. I always stood a little straighter around him, watched my language and behavior a little more. I did not want him to think of me as a slatternly wench, though why it mattered I had no idea.

Dagonet was a simple, straightforward lover, which I confess I very much appreciated at times. He was considerate, unlike some men who would bend you in any shape they could think of to get as much pleasure as possible. He was very aware of his great size and strength and was careful not to hurt the women he was with.

It also happened that he was not the type to use a woman and then want her to leave - he liked to talk afterwards. He would talk about home, what he wanted for the future, about the other knights and the things they did. It was what I imagined having a man of my own would be like, laying in bed and talking after making love.

Only it wasn't making love, it was simply rutting for pay. But I was there to comfort just as much as I was to spread my legs and I supposed that sometimes even the men needed the illusion that there was something more to it. I could help create those illusions but I could not afford to believe in them. Even so, sometimes it was nice to pretend, just for a little while. The illusions for Dagonet even extended to the payment he rendered, which he treated more as a gift, rather than payment. He would say, "Here is something for you," or "Buy yourself something nice with this."

Though many of the women considered Dagonet to be quite staid, he was no prude. Indeed he was a man with a healthy appetite for women, and enjoyed their company as much as any of the other knights did. And like Arthur, he was unfailingly decent about it. He just seemed to have very simple tastes, which was by no means bad, especially when compared with some I've had. Given the rather complicated tastes of some, Dagonet was a pleasure to lie with.

The other knights often teased him for his propriety where women were concerned. While it was not his usual way of things, I do remember one occasion that was particularly notable, though there may have been others. It happened that Dagonet was occupied with a whore and Lancelot paid another one to go into the room with them. We all noticed that she was not sent away, and when Dagonet emerged with both women he was met with much hooting and applause. Though he looked somewhat embarrassed, I imagine he enjoyed himself very much.

I loved the contradiction of Dagonet. His size, his brute strength, coupled with his tenderness. His hands amazed me – I knew he was fearsome on the battlefield, we all heard the tales the knights told after their battles. They all were fearsome. It was just so hard to imagine Dagonet, with his kindly nature, killing a man with his bare hands.

I would sometimes watch his hands on me and shiver at the thought that he could snap my neck like a chicken's if he were so inclined. What must it be like to have that kind of formidable strength at your command? But as deadly as I had heard Dagonet could be, I never knew him to be anything other than gentle and compassionate. On one occasion Dagonet noticed some bruising on my body as I removed my clothing in preparation to lay with him.

"Who put those bruises there?" he asked.

"Which bruises?" I asked.

"Those on your back," he said, coming over to take a closer look.

I turned around so that he could not see them. "It's nothing," I said. "I'm sorry if they displease you." Men didn't like their women marked up, but it happened. As long as I wasn't scarred permanently I was content enough.

He gently turned me back around so that he could examine me. My breath hissed as he probed the bruises. They were quite tender, and though he tried not to hurt me, there was some pain.

His voice was soft in my ear, and I felt a thrill going up my spine at the timbre of his voice. "These are not nothing. And what displeases me is that you have been ill-treated."

We were whores - being ill-treated came with the territory.

"You know you can come to me if anyone harms you," he said.

I knew, but I would never do so. I did wonder sometimes what Dagonet would have done to those who were careless with me or laid hands on me in anger. I might have been tempted to find out, but for the fact that retribution would be great once the knights were gone. And they were often gone.

He looked into my eyes. "You would come to me, wouldn't you?"

"Of course," I lied.

"Then why have you never done so?" He asked bluntly.

"Mayhaps what I consider to be harm and what you consider to be harm are two different things," I said. I leaned forward and kissed him. He really was a very dear man. "Please, think no more of it. I would rather concentrate on more pleasurable things."

My hand reached down to his trousers and then slipped inside. Dagonet's eyes closed and he sighed deeply.

"If your back pains you too much you should be above me tonight." Even in his arousal he thought about my comfort. How like Dagonet to be so considerate. The other knights would not have thought twice about so insignificant an injury.

"Whatever you desire, Dagonet," I murmured into his ear.

He spoke and his voice was husky. "Come see me later, and Iwill care for your injuries."

I would go to him and allow him to tend to me. Though he would refuse to take my body as payment for care, I might be able to seduce him if he did not feel I did it out of obligation. Which I didn't – I liked being with him, and with the ghost of how it might feel to be loved. Some nights I dreamed of my ideal husband and he always felt like Dagonet.

He pulled me into his arms and his mouth came down on mine. Softly, gently, as always. He sank down on the bed, onto his back, pulling me down on top of him. When I rode astride him I was never as gentle as he was when he rode me, but listening to the sounds he made I somehow don't think he minded.