A/N: This is a work of erotica. The Arthurian legends have always held great fascination for me, and I liked how the STARZ series "Camelot" and miniseries adaptation of "The Mists of Avalon" (I will have to re-read the novel one day soon) retold the story-especially the love triangle between Arthur, Lancelot, and Guinevere. I had the idea to write a fanfic for them as part of my return to FFN.
Hope you enjoy this standalone story, and I will write more for both fandoms soon. Reviews are welcome and appreciated. Thanks for reading! "Camelot" belongs to Michael Hirst and "Mists of Avalon" to Marion Zimmer Bradley.
Arthur was feeling particularly excited because tonight was the night that the young king was going to sleep with his beloved queen Guinevere again. They slowed down significantly in the bedchamber ever since they had their most recent victory against the Saxon invaders, and it was heralded with great praise. But tonight, he promised that they would come what may.
Arthur was exuberant up until the point that he said his closest friend and confidant, Lancelot, was singing praises of his king at the evening's banquet. Beneath his pride, Arthur nursed the wounds of anticipated bliss snuffed out like a flame. Lancelot, while a handsome young man with a bewitching personality, could get his wife to laugh and talk till sunrise.
So, they feasted among the knights in the Great Hall, the court retired to bed, and as predicted Lancelot and Guinevere were lively laughing and chatting away on the bed. Arthur was full of drink and was feeling dizzy, so he decided to retire before his legs gave way beneath him. God or the Goddess would know, maybe his queen would keep her promise when Lancelot left. Unlikely. What do they even speak about anyway? Arthur knew that his queen shares a little too much information with those in her confidence. Lancelot was the first person she talked to after they consummated their union for the first time, and she told him some of the most intimate details. Thankfully the acolytes of Avalon's High Priestess were aware of what took place in the bedchamber.
After preparing retire for bed, the golden-haired king turned in direction of the balcony to inhale the free British air, to calm his mind and climbed under the linen sheets. It was barely an hour before sleep arrived to bring him quiet.
A while later Arthur stirred a little as he heard the oaken door slowly creak open. Fortuitous time he thought about half asleep. As Arthur started to submit to exhaustion again, he could feel the sheets ruffle a little before going still. He was almost asleep again when Arthur felt a hand touch his hip. Hmm... maybe she was keeping her promise after all. Guinevere was still for a while. Curses, she fell asleep. Yet hopefully tomorrow night goes bet... her hand began to slide up his hip slowly. The king's heart started to race as a charging cavalry down a hill.
Reaching his crimson robe where his cock laid underneath, she began to slowly stroke him up and down. Arthur could not refrain in growing erect fast. Arthur however didn't want to appear too flustered, so I pretended to still be fully asleep.
The eager exploratory hand slipped into his undergarments and untied the straps. In seconds her hand was inside the king's underclothes and caressing his cock. Her hand felt cold as moor water, and the sensation made Arthur nearly shudder.
Drawing his cock out, she began to rub the seed forming at the tip all over the head of his cock with the palm of her hand. This did cause the king to gasp, yet Arthur valiantly tried to remain stoic. How was she so skilled at this?
Stopping, Arthur felt the sheets move more as she shifted between his legs under the warm fur covers. She began to tease the head of his cock again with the palm of her hand, pulling out his balls with her other hand and running a thumb over them as though they were peaches. Arthur's back started tensing up as his heart palpitated.
She paused again. Then Arthur felt something warm and wet consume him. She was now licking his shaft up and down. It proved too much for the king. Arthur was just about to grab her flowing blonde hair when she swallowed his spear tip whole. The king could only bite his lower lip and thrust his hips in the hair. Guinevere began bobbing on his cock like a thirst-mad person desperate for water.
Arthur was about to collapse. As rich seed began to swell in his balls, he grabbed her hair. There was a perturbance however, but it failed to dissuade the king. As Arthur blew his load into her throat, the queen squeezed his balls until Arthur was about to be entirely spent.
Relinquishing her hold, she began sucking her lord's manhood until the king was hard again. Dazed, Arthur swung the sheets from her head and froze in disbelief. It was not the queen, but Lancelot!
"Lancelot!" Arthur quietly hissed, "Holy Christ what are you doing?"
"Shh be still!" was all he said as he started to climb on top of the king. Arthur looked towards the door in a panic expecting Guinevere to walk in at any moment. The king turned distracted as he felt the heat from Lancelot's warm cavern suspended over his cock. Lancelot wore nothing beneath his dark blue tunic!
"You must leave!" Ignoring the king's command, Lancelot dropped onto the king's cock and slid upon it without reluctance. Arthur's mind spiraled into a maelstrom as a feeling of euphoria circled round him. Totally mute without nerve to protest the action, the brunette champion rode the king's cock sending swift drafts of pleasure across his body.
Arthur briefly regained his senses for a moment and reached for him. Lancelot quickly grabbed him by the wrists and pinned his lord's arms to the bed. The knight's rhythm became more possessive as his tight walls slid up and down the king's cock. He leaned down and started to open mouth kiss his friend and monarch. Some of the spellbound lord's seed was still in his mouth now mixing into his own, but Arthur welcomed it in that moment of unchained pleasure crashing through his head as stormy waves. Strangely it was iron-hot as his encompassing entrance sucked on the king's sword.
Beyond the point of regrettable guilt, his bear-like ferocity kicked in and Arthur flipped his friend onto his back. Hips swerved madly as Arthur plowed into him as though the world would be swallowed by darkness. Reaching the edge of release, Arthur started to spill his seed into Lancelot as deep as he could. Even so, this proved not enough for him because he turned the king back over and began to ride him again in earnest.
The weakness at the head of the king's cock was goading him to madness. As Arthur shuddered, he began feeling like he needed to relieve himself. Lancelot quickly bolted off and started to stroke the head of the king's dick with his palm again. The king's back arched as he found the sensation to powerful to hold back.
Next, he started to lightly tease the king's balls with his free hand. Guinevere does tell him everything! This was one of those unusual pleasures Arthur enjoyed, and by the heavenly father and mother goddess was he reveling in it now.
Playing with the head of his cock, the knight gripped the head twice. Milky warm bolts shot out from between his firm fingers as Arthur had the most strength-sapping orgasm of his life. Did I find release in my blood brother's hand?
Lancelot kissed his king once more, slipped out of the bed and left the chamber without a word. Arthur could not stop him nor follow because he found that his lips and legs were too weak to give objections.
Once he had recovered, Arthur arose and took a bath. He needed to purge the stale lingering aftertaste from his mouth well.
With his mind clearing, Arthur started to wonder what happened to his queen, so he went down the passageway. Lancelot was gone, but to his alarm Guinevere was passed out spread eagle on the bed. Her blue gown was on the floor and her womanhood just sat there as the gateway to Avalon itself, inviting. Heavens above! Lancelot must have laid with his wife after having his fill of the king. That Fox! The king lifted the amphora of wine from the table and found contained not so much as a swig.
Two options laid before him as far as Arthur could tell; allow his queen to wake up on her own in the morning humiliated or feast upon her and stage it as though he was the one who sowed the seeds. Arthur was still maddingly aroused, and his queen did still owe him a robbed night's passion regardless of the sin they partook in.
Upon his knees between her legs and felt the hear coming off her womanhood. Guinevere was still wet as a rain-drenched tree in her sleep. Arthur breathed warm air onto her folds and the faintest moan escaped her lips. Arthur was ravenous and she was craving her husband. Delightedly he dove in and immediately started ravaging her with his tongue.
The queen slowly stirred. Her body tensed up as a bow drawn. Arthur felt her hand grab the back of his head and guide him against her gates.
Then she released him, "M-my love?" Arthur's gaze turned upward, and she had a cross look on her face. "Forgive me."
Arthur stood up and began to walk away when she grabbed his wrist. "Oh no little bear." She pulled him towards her and grabbed at his trousers, pulling them to the stone floor. Quickly grabbed his hard prick, she began to covetously suck on it. She took him down deep to the base past the back of her throat and into her neck. Great Mother she was insatiable!
Guinevere began to tease the king's balls affectionately and Arthur grew harder in her mouth. She stopped to take a breath.
"Are you well?" Arthur asked.
Panting she pointed to the bed, "We shall return to this." Arthur took his place on it, and she quickly straddled him, her wet crevice sliding right onto his cock. She began to jostle on him as the mysterious beauty who filled his dreams. Loud moans passed her lips.
Arthur started to panic as a cornered stag, "You will cause the guards to barge in here!"
"Silence," she said between breaths.
The kings balls started to tense up as a front line of shields, but Arthur would not let this be the end of it. He pushed her off and flipped the queen over. As she grabbed the back of the bed, the king thrust his cock into her gates and fucked her into the frame.
"Stop." Guinevere spoke as her brown eyes widened.
Arthur's face became heavy with concern, "Am I causing you pain?"
"Heaven, I wish you would. Thrust your blade inside me."
"You mean this?" Arthur asked in a spark of amusement.
"I will see the price repaid later."
Not one to pass up on an opportunity, Arthur pulled out and placed the head of his cock on her rosebud. It tensed up at the attention. "Ready?"
The queen pushed her ass against his presence, "Tease me no more, please!"
Slowly, Arthur applied pressure on her entrance. It resisted as she tensed up. Then Guinevere forced herself to relax and Arthur slid right in about an inch before her legs arched up again. The king waited. Once the queen calmed, he continued with his assault ever deeper. Twice more she steeled herself and in turn the king pushed in further until she had taken all of him. Her cunt was stimulating and caressing his cock as she fought to quiet her nerves.
"Tell me when you are ready."
The queen turned around to look at her husband, "I wait on you, my lord."
Arthur shrugged his shoulders and slowly started to pull back out of her tight cove. Guinevere closed in tighter as he pulled out. Almost spent she relaxed, and Arthur shoved his cock back in. The queen moaned with pleasure. Arthur began this process and repeatedly employed it until he was ploughing her field unrestrained.
The king's balls hit against her womanhood causing her to moan unashamedly. The queen was close. Gripping the carved bedframe, she began to twitch as her orgasm began. Her vaginal walls clenched around the king's cock repeatedly as Arthur took her devotedly causing a wave of pleasure.
Guinevere collapsed on the bed as Arthur continued. "Stay I pray you-I am close," Arthur said. He wanted to fill her deep with what seed he had to spare. But the queen had ulterior motives. She shoved him off and cast him onto the bed. Seizing his ankles, she placed his feet over her shoulders and began to engulf Arthur once more.
Looking at her with his knees suspended in the air, it seemed as though the queen was playing with her flower. Then she brought her hand up and touched her husband's crevice with one slender finger. Arthur gasped and tried to backtrack but found that he was pinned as a subdued bull in this position.
Swallowing deeply on his throbbing cock, Arthur felt her finger slowly enter him. Mouth gaping as he immediately began to groan and tense. It was difficult to think clearly, deeper she pushed every time he did thus.
Guinevere fingered him fully, she began to batter on his gates with a conqueror's intent, pushing up to massage his ever-hardening prostate. Teeth bared as he was about to cum. Feeling his jewels ready to burst as a falling dam, she put extra pressure on his groin and took his whole member into her throat. The king started spewing his seed as a horse gone wild. It felt like a never-ending stream was shooting down her throat. Arthur was out of breath and almost about to fall unconscious.
His blue eyes shot open as Arthur saw her swallow, not that it was necessary of her, and climbed up beside him. In truth, Lancelot had taught her effective moves... All Arthur could give speech to was, "beautiful..."
Intimacy became more endearing between Guinevere and Arthur afterwards. Yet as with every marriage-common or royal- it cooled from time to time. Whenever it arose, Lancelot seemed to be present as well. One day the queen came to Arthur at night following the celebration of a recent Saxon defeat and asked innocently, "Do you wish for Lancelot to join us tonight?"