Cardeia: I do think of movie Lancelot as a bit of a ho. Women love him, and he gets around. My character wasn't immune to those charms, especially when she was younger, and hadn't yet built up her defenses. It's intoxicating when a man pays attention to you, as a younger woman, and then when they stop, it's devastating. He gave her that first lesson as well. I will touch more upon the bad stuff, but more towards the end. Obviously the real stuff would be very grim. Diseases that couldn't be cured being only one of the hazards. Pregnancy being another, though I will touch on that one later. The reality of Tristan would probably not be worth writing about either, as I see him as someone uncaring and sort of a jump on, jump off type of guy, especially with a whore. He's paying after all, why would she need to enjoy it? And the sadness and the loneliness of it, I'll touch on that as well. After all, it's a horrible life. It's not Pretty Woman, and writing it is horribly depressing. You start to delve into those emotions and frankly it puts me into a bit of a deep blue funk. But I'll go there later on in the story. I'm working on my Gawain chapter right now, but not altogether certain I will post my Galahad chapter here as it is more than a bit slashy. Might not be appreciated. ;) I enjoyed very much writing this chapter, and I think it's pretty true to the character. I hope you'll agree. Bors doesn't get all that much attention, really. He deserves some too.

dellis: Thanks so much for reviewing. I know that Tristan strikes a chord with a lot of people, and that's why I'm sort of hesitant about him. How real to make him? I actually think he'd be sort of brutal and rough, and fairly quick about it, especially with a prostitute.Not all that much fun to write, probably not much more fun to read. So I'm working on him. This whole thing isn't too realistic, but I don't want it to be TOO fairy tale. It's a work in progress.Hopefully whatever I decide on works, somewhat anyway. :)

WARNING: The following contains mature subject matter. If raunchy material offends you, please do not read any further It's very crude, but I think it's also very Bors.

Bors is not a knight I would have sought out on my own. Not that he doesn't stray from Vanora from time to time, but my own sense of loyalty dictated that I should not be one that he would stray with.

When they are together they seem to be faithful, but there have been times when they are on the outs with each other. At those times Bors would be with whomever he pleased, with no thought to Vanora's sensibilities. It was always a bad idea to encroach on another woman's territory, especially Vanora's, and Bors could not offer enough coin to tempt me into that folly. Besides, Vanora was my friend and I would not have hurt her for any amount of money.

That being said, what do you do when your friend asks you to sleep with her man?

They were once again on the outs and one woman, who Vanora particularly hated, had been sniffing around Bors. Now, Vanora could put up with the occasional meaningless indiscretion, but this woman was a different matter.

Vanora watched Annag as she planted herself on Bors' lap and made a big show of kissing him. Her display received an enthusiastic welcome from Bors and hoots of approval from the surrounding knights.

"I hate that silly cow," Vanora hissed. "Bors is making a complete fool of himself over her."

"Now love, don't worry," I said. "He'll forget her soon and come back to you. He always does." I would have given her a hug, but I knew that she did not want to appear concerned in any way about what Bors was doing. I contented myself with discreetly patting her hand.

"It's not only that. It's the way she puts on airs and sneers at me, talking about 'her' knight. I swear I'm tempted to scratch her eyes out." Vanora's temper was flaring and her hands were curled into little fists as if preparing to march over and do battle.

"And wouldn't Bors just enjoy that?" I reminded her. "Two women fighting over him – he would never let you forget it!"

Vanora sagged. "I know. I just wish I didn't care so much."

I remembered the pain I had felt when Lancelot dropped me so long ago. That had only been the disappointment of an infatuated girl – the pain Vanora was feeling must be nigh unbearable. It was times like these that I was glad I had always taken care to guard my heart. It had become such second nature to me that I wondered if it hadn't shriveled away due to lack of use.

I saw the tears brightening her eyes and in a stern voice I said, "Bear up! You can cry later, but right now you need to show them both that you couldn't care less!"

Vanora inhaled deeply and nodded her head. "What I wouldn't give to see him drop her flat!"

"He will drop her flat – for you," I told her.

"Aye, I know," she said. "But it can't be soon enough for me." Suddenly she gave me a shrewd, appraising glance.

"What?" I asked, uneasily.

"You could take him from her," she said.

I raised my eyebrows at her. "Me?" I said in surprise.

"He's never had you and I know he fancies you," she said.

This was making me uncomfortable. "I don't think he does, Vanora," I said. He'd jokingly made advances to me before but he flirted with all the women. It hadn't meant anything.

"Oh, pish!" she exclaimed. "He comes home with stories the other men tell about you and I know he wonders."

"I don't want to sleep with him," I said. "You're my friend."

"Well you wouldn't be taking him away from me, you'd be taking him away from her! And wouldn't I just love to see that!" Vanora was gloating at the thought of it. Seeing my stricken face, she sought to reason with me. "He's going to sleep with someone tonight. Either that poxy cow, or you. Who do you think I'd rather he be with?"

I considered the matter. I slept with men all the time and it never meant a thing. Why should this be any different? Except that this man belonged to my friend.

"Have you been drinking?" I asked.

Vanora looked insulted. "Nary a drop!" she exclaimed.

"Well, if you're not drunk and you're absolutely sure, I guess I'll do it," I said.

"Now?" she asked.

I heaved a big sigh and nodded. Why not? "How do I look?" I asked her.

"Better than she does," Vanora answered.

"Well, that's not saying much," I said nastily. I didn't care for Annag either, so I would get some enjoyment out of this. "Well," I said to Vanora, "I'm off."

I sauntered over to the table where the knights sat, and where Annag was holding court. When I was younger I would not have had the confidence to attempt this, but I knew my way around a man now and was supremely confident in my allure.

"Bors," I purred, "May I have a word with you?"

"Depends on what it's about," Bors rumbled.

"It's…private business," I said, looking into his eyes.

"Hold on slag, he's with me tonight!" Annag glared at me from her place on Bors' lap.

I ignored her as if she was of no consequence. Instead, using Vanora's words, I spoke directly to Bors. "If you'll get this poxy cow off your lap, you and I can talk. If not, I suppose I'll have to find another lover for the evening." To make my point I sat down on Gawain's available lap, squirming against him slightly as I did so.

Annag leaped to her feet. "Poxy cow, am I?" She began to lunge for me, but was held back by a very amused Lancelot. I gave her a contemptuous glance and turned my gaze back to Bors.

Gawain laughed heartily. "I'll be indebted to you if you say no, Bors, for I'll be a lucky man this night!" To shut him up I squirmed against him even more. Gawain groaned. "Gods, wench – stop doing that or I won't be able to stand up."

I grinned wickedly. "That's the idea," I said in a low voice.

Speaking louder, I addressed Vanora's lover. "Well, Bors, what do you say?" Since his lap was currently unoccupied I stood up and languidly went over to him. Lifting my skirts, I straddled him and wrapped my arms loosely around his neck. "Are you interested?" I could feel him hardening against me, and I rubbed myself against him ever so slightly. "Or should I just go with Gawain?"

Bors swallowed. Not taking his eyes from me, he addressed Annag. "Annag love – I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

Annag shrieked in outrage. "Don't you go anywhere with that cheap slag or I'm done with you!"

I leaned forward and purred in Bors' ear. "Her or me, Bors. I'll only offer this once, and never again." For good measure, I lightly nipped his earlobe and again rubbed myself against him.

Bors groaned and then stood, with my legs wrapped around his hips. "Well boys, I'm about to ruin her for the rest of you!" he shouted. He carried me away to the sounds of whistles, hooting and applause. I spared a glance for Vanora but she was looking with satisfaction at Annag's livid face.

Bors took me to my room and set me down once inside the door. He bent down and kissed me passionately, pulling at my clothing.

"Slow down, now," I said. "Let me do that before you tear something."

He sat in a chair and regarded me while I undressed for him.

"You know, I think about you sometimes when I…" he made a crude stroking motion by his crotch.

'Well, isn't that nice,' I thought to myself. Aloud I said, "And what kinds of things do you think about?"

"You, on all fours with that pretty white ass in the air, for one," he said.

His eyes were all over me, but I was taking my time undressing. "Is that the only thing you think about?" I asked him.

"I think about you gobbling my knob," he said. "And there was this one time when you dropped something and bent over. I think about you just like that, naked and showing me your goods." He swallowed heavily. "I'd like to see that."

Well, he certainly had a vivid imagination. I had always wondered what Vanora saw in this big, loud, crude man. I was starting to see what the appeal might be.

Now completely nude, I walked up to him. I turned and touched the floor, showing him what he desired to see. Bors reaction was enthusiastic, to say the least. I felt two hands grab my hips and then suddenly Bors' face was there, lips and tongue all over me. It was quite breathtaking, actually.

I hadn't thought to enjoy my time with Bors, but he was a master with his tongue. Quite simply, he seemed to enjoy the act very much, and it showed. My knees were about to give way with the pleasure he was giving me, and then he stopped. I heard the familiar rumble of his laugh. "Got your juices flowing there, didn't I?" he said proudly.

I had to admit, he had.

He stood up and quickly shed his clothing. He could move quickly for a big man. And as I looked down I could see that he was indeed a very big man.

He saw me looking and laughed. "That's why I've got to get the ladies ready – can't get it in if I don't."

He sat back down on the chair patted his thighs. "Come here, little girl. Sit on my lap."

I went to him and straddled his legs, with my back to him. Slowly I lowered myself on his massive hardness, taking him in a little at a time. I could hear his moans as I slid down, and at the sound of his voice I found could not contain my own. Meaningless utterances came from my throat as I began pumping up and down on him. The pleasure I was feeling was incredible. But it was about to get even better.

My legs were spread wide and his hand slid around between them. For such a big man, his touch was surprisingly delicate. His fingers slid through my wetness, gently and slowly at first. As my cries quickened, so did the speed of his strokes. Soon I threw my head back and cried out, for I was on the verge of climax. He felt me beginning to spasm against him and bade me stop moving lest I cause him to finish too soon.

It was sweet torture for both of us, me sitting there motionless, impaled on the sweet cock that I could feel throbbing inside me. I wanted so badly to ride him, to grind myself against him, but I just sat there, holding my breath, waiting for him to release me to do as I wished. Finally, in a voice more husky than normal, he said, "Turn around. I want some titties in my face."

I did as he asked. My almost-climax had receded, but it would be merely pleasure delayed, not pleasure denied. I once again slid up and down his manhood while he played with my breasts, stopping me every now and then to tongue my nipples.

My pleasure was increasing, and I began to ride him faster than ever before. I sobbed and moaned, for I was again on the verge and I wanted it, needed it badly. I almost screamed in frustration when he once again stopped me, but he was not denying us this time. He stood up and while I remained impaled on him, carried me to the bed. He spread my legs wide and slammed into me while I cried out with the incredible sensation of having that much man inside me. He came with a roar of pleasure, my screams mingling with his raspy cries, and then he collapsed against me.

Panting and spent, we lay there together for a time. Finally he spoke. "Vanora sent you to me?"

Not certain what to say, I simply opted for the truth. "Aye, she did."

"I thought so," he said. "You would not have come to me otherwise."

"No," I said. "She loves you very much." After a moment's thought I added. "You should go see her tomorrow."

Bors sighed. "You're right, I should. It's been long enough and I'm tiring of Annag anyway." Then he grinned. "But that's tomorrow. I still have the rest of the night, right?"

I nodded to him. I was fair worn out – what in the world did he have in mind?

He laughed, a pleased sounding chuckle. "There is something else I've always wanted to do with you…"