A/N: One lovely reviewer asked that I continue this, which is all the encouragement I needed, so here is another chapter. A little plot, a lot of smut.
Chapter 2 – The Hunger Within
One week. It had been one week since her late night tryst in the forest with the dark knight. One week since she had felt his warm lips against hers, his hard body pressed so tightly to hers, his aching passion throbbing inside her. One desperately long week, and just as she had feared, the hunger had returned, and was even more intense now than before. She was actually most surprised that she had been able to contain it for so long; she surely thought her burning desire would have overpowered her much sooner than now.
Each and every day since their late-night encounter, she would see him. Sometimes alone, sometimes with Arthur, sometimes with his wife. Gods how she utterly despised that woman, and for no reason at all, except for the simple fact that she was married to him. If Elaine went even but a few hours without being in his presence, she would always run and embrace him as if it had been centuries since she last saw his face. "Lancelot, I missed you terribly," Elaine would call out, in the most annoying sweet voice that grated against Guinevere's ears like fingernails scraping on a slate stone.
It was sham, their marriage. Lancelot did not love her. Elaine, however, was completely enamored with him, and it was Arthur who had convinced his first knight to marry the young lady. Arthur would feel so much more at ease, knowing that all his knights were married and would have heirs who would inherit their land and their authority. How could the first knight refuse his King? So Lancelot did the only thing he could - he pretended to be utterly happy with his new bride, and Arthur was content. Of course, only Lancelot and the queen knew of his true feelings, but such was Lancelot's lot in life. Nobody ever said life was fair, and oh how well the queen knew the truth of those words.
Each encounter she had with the dark knight in the castle only added fuel to her already raging fire. Even just simply passing by him in one of the corridors, would cause her heart to race. And forget about the hours spent in the great hall at dinner - she could barely look at him, for each each time their gazes locked, she found herself suddenly having trouble breathing, as she felt the hunger building deep within her soul. One long week passed, until finally the queen realized that she could control her hidden passions no longer. She felt as if her body was on fire, and would soon burst into a thousand flaming sparks.
Last night, she was in bed with her husband, and she had done something most terrible. Something she had never done before, something she did not ever think herself capable of doing. She had closed her eyes and imagined it was someone else making love to her. It was such a despicable thing to do, but she had done it nonetheless. Not that her tryst was not as equally horrid an action, but for some reason this seemed so much worse. And that was the moment in which she knew her agonizing hunger had overwhelmed her, and there was only one way in which she could be satiated.
That evening the queen accompanied her husband into the hall for dinner. They were the last to arrive; all the other knights were already seated at the table, laughing and joking amongst themselves. She allowed herself a secret glance at Lancelot as she and her husband moved to seat themselves. His dark eyes captured hers for just an instant, but it was more than enough to send her heart into a frenzy.
Once the king and queen were seated, the servants immediately brought out the enormous spread of food and wine.
The queen attempted to enjoy her dinner, while every so often stealing hidden glances at Lancelot and his wife. Elaine seemed unable to stop touching her husband – lovingly caressing his arm, tightly grabbing his hand in hers, constantly smiling at him with such love shining in her bright blue eyes. Guinevere had to refrain herself a few times, for she wanted nothing more than to walk over and slap that silly little grin off Elaine's face. They were wretched thoughts for the queen to be having, she knew, but she could not stop her mind from thinking them. Guinevere reached for her glass of wine, and almost choked on the first sip, when Elaine started insisting that she cut up her husband's meat for him. That was too much for even Lancelot, and he dissuaded her as gently as possible. He knew he would never hear the end of it from the knights if he allowed her wish.
Once the main course was finished, the queen took a bright red apple from the fruit bowl and proceeded to slice it into large wedges. She glanced out of the corner of her eye to make sure he was watching her, before she proceeded to slowly wrap her lips around the delectable fruit, taking altogether more time than was necessary to bite into the sweet flesh of the apple. She could see his lips parting just in the slightest and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and she knew she had accomplished her task.
"Delicious fruit," she turned to address her husband, "though I must admit, apple trees are not my favorite tree of the forest."
"No my queen? Myself, I quite like apple trees. Which do you prefer?" Arthur asked.
"I much prefer an immensely tall, strong oak," she replied with a coy smile on her lips, before turning to Lancelot.
"Lancelot, and which do you prefer?"
The dark knight swallowed hard, before responding, "My queen, I believe you and I share a liking, for I too find the oak tree to be the most pleasing."
She had to bite her bottom lip hard to stop the immense grin that was forming, and simply nodded her head at the first knight's reply.
"And I as well!" Elaine excitedly added her thoughts without having been asked. But of course she would agree with whatever her husband fancied.
This time Guinevere could not stop herself from rolling her eyes at the woman's utterly pathetic worship of her husband. Luckily no one had seen the queen's reaction, except for Lancelot, who bit back a laugh and turned to smile warmly at his wife, playing his proper role of the doting spouse. Elaine's attitude was bordering on obscene, constantly giggling like a young girl at every little word Lancelot uttered, but Guinevere paid no further notice to the young lady, for her thoughts were elsewhere. Throughout the rest of dinner, the queen had the faintest of smiles painted upon her lips, though only she and one other knew the reason.
Guinevere stood waiting next to the oak tree with her arms wrapped around her for warmth. She had half-expected him to already be here when she arrived; surely he had understood her hidden invitation during their conversation at dinner. She looked up into the clear night sky, searching for the stars that formed the shape of the great hunter. She had always loved that particular formation, ever since she was a little girl. The bright hunter in the dark sky - it reminded her so much of her dark knight. Suddenly she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and she gasped with fear. But only for an instant, for she just as soon caught his familiar scent of leather and cinnamony musk and let out a soft sigh.
"Did I startle you my queen?" his hot breath whispered into her ear, causing her stomach to dance.
She pushed her back tightly against his chest, savouring the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her slight frame. He placed his warm lips to her neck, gently bathing her skin with his tongue.
"I was beginning to fear you would not come," she whispered into the cool night air.
"And I was beginning to fear you would not ask me to," he replied softly, his head buried in her neck.
She turned around in his arms to face him, and took a moment just to enjoy gazing into his deep brown eyes. Their lips met softly at first, before deepening into a more heated kiss. Their tongues lapped at each other in desperation, sending her blood rushing between her legs with an aching throb. He entwined his hands in her dark curls, pushing her lips harder against his ravenous mouth. He had learned his lesson quite well from their last encounter, and knew that he had no need to fear unleashing his deep passion for her. She finally broke the kiss, softly panting for air, and gripped his hand tightly pulling him to their tree. She lay her dark red cloak on the ground, and made him sit with his back against the strong oak. She sat down on top of him, straddling his legs with hers, and she could feel his hard arousal pressed against her most sensitive area.
He pulled her even tighter against him, crushing his lips against hers, as he slowly traced his fingers down the curve of her neck, and lightly brushed them against one hard nipple poking out from beneath her nightdress. She moaned softly into his mouth before moving her lips to suck at his neck, teasingly nibbling on his sensitive skin. He had both hands on her chest now, cupping her small perky breasts and pinching her taut nipples tightly between his thumb and forefinger, causing her hips to rock roughly against him.
"You enjoyed teasing me at dinner, didn't you?" He murmured into her neck.
She stopped her exploration of his throat and pulled back to look into his eyes. "Why, whatever do you mean?" she replied coyly, feigning complete innocence. Innocence that they both knew so well she did not possess.
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a grin, "That scene of yours with the apple."
"I was just practicing," she replied, licking at his lips.
She reached her hand down to unbutton his black leather trousers, and with a devilish smile moved her head down into his lap. Her soft lips tightly wrapped around his hard flesh, swallowing him deep into her throat. Letting out a hiss, he buried his fingers in her long dark hair, moaning at the feel of her warm mouth sucking his sensitive flesh. She continued her loving ministrations, licking his swollen cock up and down until he let out a deep groan signaling his climax was soon approaching.
She moved her head back up to suck on his lips and tongue with the same ferocity she had shown in his lap.
"You, my queen, are a devil disguised as an angel." He panted between their fierce kisses.
"Why whatever do you mean, my knight? She replied with the same coy smile as before, and swung her hips up to capture his hardness between her legs, and then down again, pushing him deep inside her.
Whatever witty reply had been on his lips, was lost and instead a loud moan erupted from his throat.
Finally! What she had been desperately hungering for all week long, was finally hers.
It was even more exquisite than last time. She took immense pleasure in being in command, in bending him to her will. Her hips undulated, crashing into his and pulling them both along the path to ecstasy. Faster, then slower, then faster again; they both moved together as one. One body, one soul, one heart; both seeking pleasure and other forbidden things they were not allowed. But here and now they were together and he filled her completely. Their bodies joined so tightly together, their lips never parting – breathing each other's hot breath, drinking from each other's mouths as if it were the sweetest nectar from heaven.
She felt that sweet sensation building deep inside of her now, and locked her eyes with his, wanting nothing more than to watch him, to show him the pleasure he gave her, to see the pleasure she gave him in return. Breathing as one, moving as one, hearts beating frantically as one. Her moaning grew louder and his panting increased in pitch to perfectly match her rhythm, until they both cried out with the waves of pure pleasure that arched trough their bodies.
He would have stayed there all night, sleeping against the rough bark with her wrapped tightly in his arms. But they both knew they could never be allowed such a pleasure. Standing, she offered her hand to help him to his feet. And just as before, she gave him one last kiss, one last smile, and one last gaze before heading back to the castle.
He knew that this was all they could ever hope to have together. A few stolen hours of pleasure, a few nights here and there, meeting in secret in the deep of the forest, and as many kisses, caresses, and embraces they could share in that short of a time. Well, he supposed, it was better than nothing at all.
The queen walked slowly back to the castle - back to her chambers, back to her husband. She could still feel a tingle on her lips for her lover's kisses, still smell his sweet musky scent, still hear his soft whispers tickling in her ear. She did not trouble herself with wondering how long it would be this time, until the hunger overtook her again. For now she simply basked in the afterglow of her most delicious and forbidden rendezvous with her lover.
A/N: Oh the queen and her wicked ways! evil grin Sorry if my treatment of Elaine seemed overly harsh ... Well ok I'm not that sorry about it.
Not exactly sure where this is going. You all keep reviewing and I'll keep writing ;)