Cardeia: Thanks so much for reviewing - you have the greatest reviews! You know, I have known men before that for what ever reason I didn't want to be aware of certain things about me. I wanted to be better, more upstanding, what-have-you. And I sort of saw Dagonet that way and brought that into his character. Because I could really see him inspiring someone that way. Not because he was judgemental, or disapproving of certain behaviors, but because he was just decent and led by example. You are right in that the whore (who has no name, or physical description, which I felt necessary for some reason) does not worship Dagonet as she does Arthur. Dagonet she wants to be able to live up to, Arthur she knows she never could. She feels unworthy being around him, while she wants to be worthy around Dagonet.

Anyway, on to Lancelot, and I hope you like my perception of him, as relates to her.I know you are keenly aware of how Lancelot is supposed to be and I hope this does not disappoint you.

Rating: M

WARNING: The following contains material of a sexual nature. If you are offended by such, please do not read any further.

Another knight that I would speak of is Lancelot, for you cannot relate tales of what it's like to be a woman at Hadrian's Wall without mentioning the dark knight. He is a great favorite of all the women, and many vie for his attentions. Being with him is thought to be such a great privilege that many of the whores do not insist upon payment, to the consternation of the other men. Indeed, I think he has grownto almost expect such treatment, for he sometimes forgets to even offer payment. I do not believe this lapse of memory is by design - he is generous to a fault. However, I do have to make a living and find that chasing down my coin is tiresome. That is why I prefer to leave him to the girls who are happy with only his affections for payment.

I must confess to having a special place in my heart for Lancelot, though I am well content to let the other women compete for his attentions. Gawain, who I will speak of at length later, recommended Lancelot to me when I was newly arrived here. The dark knight is a man of great experience, and had many lovers; good, bad and somewhere in between. He was well qualified to show me what men liked and what they didn't. Gawain also tutored me and indeed I think he was better suited to it. But the idea intrigued Lancelot and he consented to take me under his wing for a time.

Lancelot prefers variety and is always looking for new and different ways to be stimulated. It is difficult to keep his attention, and he is easily distracted by another pretty face. I have seen many women lose their hearts to the dark knight and while I have affection for him, I would never consider him to be a good mate for a woman. There are many that attempt to tame him, no matter his reputation. He is fickle and while he does not wish to break a woman's heart it is almost against his nature not to.

I do, from time to time, go to him for the pleasure of it, but not nearly as much as I did when I was younger. We are well acquainted with each other's bodies and it is very comfortable and warming to be together.

At times all the knights have a darkness that comes upon them and Lancelot is no exception.At those times, he needs the simple comfort of a familiar woman. Though generally gregarious, when Lancelot is silent and deep in thought, he has no patience for flirtatious banter or jealous behavior. He does not wish to be asked what is wrong, or for a well-meaning woman to attempt to cajole him from his mood. At those times, he asks for me, because I will take him in my arms and hold him. I comfort his body with my own and ask nothing of him, nor do I speak. I will watch over him until he falls asleep and then silently slip away to seek my own bed.

I know there are deep feelings within him, but he does not share them. One only gets the merest glimpse from time to time, of his deeper nature under the surface. To us women he shows only his blithe, charming, devil-may-care side, and one could easily get the impression that there is very little of substance to him. But I remember how tender he was with me when I was new here and I know that he is at heart a decent man, if sometimes a little selfish.

I still remember the first time he came to me. Though I had some familiarity with men by this point, these lessons were something entirely new.

"Are you frightened of me?" he asked.

I was, a little. Trying to be brave, I answered, "no."

He saw through me, and smiled, his eyes dancing with merriment. "Very well, since you say so. Let's get started."

He stood up. "Undress me."

I looked at him. Where to start - the trousers? But then that left the problem of pulling them off over the footware. So, start at the bottom?

Seeing my confusion, he said kindly, "You may want to start with my shirt."

Trembling, hands shaking, I did as he bade me. As I fumbled with his clothing, he talked to me, telling me why I would remove this piece of clothing before that one, and under which circumstances I might forego the niceties and just pull his trousers down. While this was only my first lesson, in the future we would work on the way in which I removed the clothes. He would show me how to slowly take them off, lingering here, kissing there, so as to bring a man to a fever pitch as I undressed him.

There was so much to learn, and this was only taking off the clothes! I thought all that would be required of me would be to lay down and let a man have his way with me - with the exception of my experience with Gawain, this had been the case so far. I said as much to Lancelot.

He eyes twinkled, and he chuckled warmly. "A lot of the women think that. Sometimes that is all that is required, but if you learn how to please a man well you'll be much more sought after than the others."

I wasn't exactly sure I wanted to be sought after. I had liked being with Gawain, and while I hadn't yet been with Lancelot I liked him well enough. He was pleasing to the eye. But most of the men at The Wall were old enough to be my father, my grandfather even, and they were not nearly so nice. Mostly I wished to be left alone.

I tugged Lancelot's trousers down, over his feet, and tossed them to the floor with the rest of his clothing. Suddenly I was shy again. The other men had just leaped on me - Lancelot seemed to expect something.

I could hear the smile in Lancelot's voice. "Are you frightened now?"

I shook my head, looking at the ground.

"Well then, look at it," he said softly.

I did. It was hardly fearsome at all, soft and pale as it was, curled up in a nest of dark hair.

"It looks tame enough now, does it not? But once you bring it to life…a mighty weapon!" he said with a laugh.

I looked at him. What did he expect me to do?

"Touch it," he said. "Softly, mind you. A rough grasp will send a man to someone else the next time."

I reached for it hesitantly and stroked it lightly with my fingers.

I felt it twitch and Lancelot groaned.

I snatched my hand away, and I heard Lancelot chuckle. "It's all right. It's not going to bite you. Yet."

I reached for it again, and Lancelot said, "You can also use your mouth, which is especially helpful when a man has difficulties." He added with a grin, "Or so I've heard."

Did he want me to use my mouth? I looked at him and then went to my knees. I hesitated and then I gingerly took him between my lips. I remembered what he said about not being rough, so I sucked very lightly on it, as lightly as I could.

I heard his quick intake of breath hiss between his teeth and I stopped what I was doing.

"No…no…" he groaned. "Don't stop."

As I continued, I felt him expand in my mouth and it was an indescribably wonderful feeling. As he began to grow, his hand went to my head, gently guiding it back and forth. His other hand joined the first, urging me on just a little faster. I heard him moaning, a low sound that woke up something deep within me, and though my jaws were beginning to ache I didn't mind. Suddenlyhe pulled himself out of my mouth and said, "I think that's enough of that for now."

I looked up at him. "Was that all right?"

He looked down at me and chuckled. "Did you hear the noises I was making?"

I nodded my head.

"That means you were doing just fine," he smiled.

Remembering he was supposed to be teaching me, he added, "Just be sure to be very careful with your teeth at all times. I was unmanned for a week because a woman accidentally cut me with one of her teeth. It was awful." He looked slightly distressed, as if the mere memory was causing him pain.

He shook himself free of his thoughts and brought himself back to the present. He bade me remove my clothing, and instructed me how to do so in such a way as to enhance his enjoyment. He lay on the bed observing me, and when I was bereft of my clothing he instructed me how to ride him. I was only a few weeks rid of my virginity so I was hesitant, but he was patient with me.

He taught me how to hold back, to tease a man, and when to stop teasing. He taught me how to obtain pleasure, for many men regarded a woman's pleasure as a testament to their masculinity.

"Slide down on it, very slowly, but only a little way. The man's need is to bury himself in you, but if you don't let him it will drive him wild." Lancelot said.

I did as he asked, only taking him in a little, and very slowly. As I rode him, I watched Lancelot's eyes, heavy-lidded with desire. His face was flushed and the tip of his tongue stole out to to moisten his lips. I wondered what he would look like were I to give him what he wanted. So I took him in, suddenly and deeply, and then just as suddenly rose up again almost before he knew what was happening.

His eyes closed in ecstasy and he groaned aloud. "That was wicked of you," he said, for I was back to riding him very slowly .

"Was that bad?" I asked. I had a feeling he had liked it very much, but could not be sure.

He bucked his hips, attempting to deepen his thrusts, but I rose up with him, not allowing him what he craved. He nodded, eyes closed. "Yes, very bad. Torturous. You're doing well," he said.

His hands went to my hips and he held me in place as he thrust upwards. I tried to prevent him, but the feeling was becoming too strong, and I did not want to tease him, and myself, any longer. I began riding him in earnest, no longer caring about his pleasure but about finding my own. His fingers moved to the juncture of my legs and began expertly stroking me, and within moments I threw my head back and cried out my ecstasy.

I had barely come down from that when I was suddenly on my back, with Lancelot thrusting himself into me. I sobbed and cried out, for the sensations were almost too much to bear. Then his voice mingled with mine as he stiffened against me and reached his own peak

We lay there for a few moments, dripping with sweat and panting heavily. I thought that if only it was like this every time, with every man, I would pay for the privilege of bedding them, rather the other way around. Unfortunately, it seemed that it would be like this all too infrequently if my experiences up to that point were any indication.

But that was the moment I realized that even if I did not receive pleasure in the act, I could be capable of bringing a man to a state of near frenzy, and the idea of that intrigued me.

I was fascinated by what Lancelot was teaching me and grew more aware of the mastery that a woman could hold over a man. I learned to enjoy pleasuring a man, not so much for itself, but for the power that it made me feel. Pleasure brought forth all manner of sounds from a man's mouth and I reveled in them. It was the only power I had, and the discovery spurred me to expand my knowledge. Lancelot was a very willing partner in that endeavor of mine.

While patient he may have been, the lessons often frustrated him in the beginning and he would go to more experienced women after and take his pleasure with them. I satisfied him, but not always completely and he would to go women who did not have to be told how to bring him to his peak.I vowed to learn quickly, for my pride was wounded at not being able to satisfy him entirely. Learn I did, and Lancelot proved to be well pleased with me.

We were together for several weeks under the guise of his tutoring me in the ways of love. Of course, there was also Gawain, who has been a constant since the beginning but for a while I was with Lancelot almost every night. Eventually I could feel that he was losing interest – Lancelot always lost interest. I had fallen a little bit in love with him and had my heart broken, for I was young and foolish. I remember crying myself to sleep some nights, knowing he had moved on to a new interest and would not be coming to me. But I observed him and learned from him. Be charming, be alluring, make them think they're special. And try not to hurt them too much if they have the bad luck to develop feelings for you.

I have no illusion that I was very special to Lancelot, to have held his interest for the weeks we were together. I was merely something new and different, and it pleased him to mold me as he would. But I do not believe that I am wrong when I say that he regards me with a certain amount of affection.