Relationship Between Arthur And Guinevere

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he landed on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and respective climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a different sensuality that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. He'd kicked his boxers completely off, and with his satiated cock pressed into the warm flesh of her thigh and their abdomens melded together as he gently prised her legs apart, he parted his lips to express something of his feelings to Elena. However, before he could speak, her comment pulled him back down to Earth.

She smiled and kissed him square on the mouth and then whispered in his ear, "You know you’re the only man I’ll ever want in my bed, Henry Elijah Gullege." Turning every shade of red imaginable, Henry blushed.

"Well, I'm afraid this time is partly my fault – I asked Merlin to make some deliveries for me a few days ago and he's not had any time. Even though I told him it was fine, you know what he's like. He was obviously feeling guilty for not getting them done … in fact, he almost said me as much this afternoon. And I'm sure the cold he caught didn't help any. It wouldn't have allowed him to slip into the deep, restful sleep that he so needs."

It all seemed so surreal, as if Guinevere watched the scene from outside her body. She sat on the throne in the Great Hall as her knights and subjects filtered in, their heads bowed, looks of either defeat or terror etched on their faces.

They stood facing each other for a few moments, and then, so abruptly Eliza didn’t know what was happening until it was happening, Gregory lurched forward and grabbed the back of her head. He pressed his lips against hers, and to her surprise she found herself responding to him. She breathed deeply as they kissed, and his hands moved through her hair and his hard body pressed against hers.

Perceval leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Joan’s forehead. “Thank you, love. I’ll treasure it always.” He wiggled the fingers on his ring hand. “It feels perfect.”

Arthur was sitting at his desk mindlessly looking of the grain stores for the coming winter. His mind strays as his eyes blurred. An unconscious thought slips into his mind, “I wish Merlin was here.”

"Very well than, now the next time you want something a bit rough ask for it. I girls much more suited for that sort of thing." the queen waved her hand and released the spell, "though something tells me you would do better for a bit of punishment yourself." she laughed as the man scrambled for his clothes and gasped for some much needed air.

Merlin paused. His hands stilled as they pulled down the bedcovers. He quirked his eyebrow up in a manner that remind Arthur of Gaius. The manservant’s eyes shifted back and forth trying to make sense of Arthur’s abrupt input to what had been a one-sided conversation. “Well, Gwaine already did get the girl and the mead,” he said, referring to the story he’d been retelling. “Are you saying you don’t think he’d be able to do it again?”

"Indeed. Agravaine informed me that you were banished; I suppose that was a small enough victory for a time. But not as much as when Arthur sought another not long after you were gone. A princess, in fact. That was….well, absolutely delectable knowing that it didn't take long for him to get over a lowly peasant. She was beautiful, I heard, a better match for the fool than you'll ever be." She snickered mischievously, thrusting her venomous dagger as deep as she could drive it and then twisting it for added measure. "They spent a lot of time together, too…in his chambers. They said his bed sheets needed to be changed every day, did you know that?" Morgana laughed again at the delicious scandal a few deceitful words could

She had no shame in her desires, or fear of the man standing at perfect full attention before her. She could already feel the dampness between her thighs growing as their play continued. "Only a night. Well if that is all you have in you Atticus than I should think we would both make good use of it." she reached up and ran her hand up his chest, "Such confidence for a man that hasn't even begun to understand the demand of my needs.' Alcmene smiled and closed the small distance between them as her free hand moved to grip his cock gently through his coverings.

So he lent forwards, heedless to his own wounds, and pressed a tender kiss to each of her pearlescent eyelids. "If this is a dream then do not wake. But I will be waiting right here until you do."

Audra leaned tilted her head up and kissed the king’s cheek. “Yes, I could do with

“Damian, this is the sixth time you’ve been hurt. You’re supposed to evade my attack, not stand there and stare at the sky.” Juliet took some cloth and wrapped it around his injured hand. “You’re too soft. Feeble. Meek. How are you going to be king?” She scoffed as she continued bandaging him.

Guinevere started and spun around to face the king. “You don’t have to say anything.” She was tearful and her lower lip trembled.