Queen Arthur (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales Book 6) (2 page)

“It’s
over Morgana.” She said after a few moments.

Morgana
blinked again, still surprised, but shook her head. “No it isn’t. What are you
doing here Arthur?”

Behind
the blonde king, Morgana could see Camelot’s soldiers move hesitantly from side
to side, unsure if they could protect Arthur from Morgana.

The
dark haired woman shook her head.

She
hated Arthur, but she only wanted to be left alone – she knew she would never
have peace again if she harmed Camelot’s king.

Focusing
on Arthur herself, Morgana realized the blonde woman had changed over the
years.

There
was still an aura around her that indicated that Merlin’s spells were active,
hiding her true face and figure, but that figure wasn’t as androgynous as it
once had been.

Arthur
was clearly more feminine now, her cheeks rounder and her lips fuller. She was
actually quite fetching.

Morgana
shook her head again.

Nimue
had made her notice the beauty women had, maybe even appreciate it, but she
would not think that way about Arthur, she wouldn’t sink that low.

“I’m
taking you back.” Arthur replied, voice solemn. “You’re going back home.”

Morgana
simply raised an eyebrow. “Camelot hasn’t been my home in a long time; I think
I’ll pass on your invitation.”

Arthur
took a step forward and Morgana one backwards, making the blonde stop in her
tracks, sighing.

“You
need to return.”

“Why?”
Morgana replied sarcastically. “Last I’ve heard you have a wife, so you don’t need
to marry me – I don’t get why you’re still pursuing me. I want nothing to do
with you or your kingdom.”

“You
followed Nimue for years, a sworn enemy of Camelot.” Arthur pointed out. “Some
could say you haven’t paid for that and demand your incarceration.”

Morgana’s
lips tightened in her fury. “It’s not like I had a lot of choice where Nimue
was concerned.”

“Perhaps
you’re right.” Arthur conceded with a nod. “But you’ve learned from her, you
gained powers that make most men afraid. People have to know they can trust
you. Come with us.”

“I
will not.” Morgana said rigidly. “I’ll fight you if I have too.”

Not
that she could defeat Arthur.

Excalibur
protected the blonde from all hostile magic. Morgana would never be able to
affect the other woman with her spells.

Arthur
sighed and looked away from her for a moment. “You have to come.” She said.

“Why?”
Morgana hissed. “Why should I, when I only want to be free of you? I won’t
attack you or yours, if that is what makes you afraid.”

Arthur’s
reply was barely more than a whisper, but Morgana could still hear it clearly as
if it was a shout.

“It
was your father’s last wish.”

The
dark haired woman blinked, trying to process the words for a few moments. Her
mouth opened and closed twice without a sound, her heart thundering in her
chest.

Arthur’s
arms closed around her and Morgana startled, only then realizing she had been
hyperventilating. She could only think about the blonde’s words repeating
themselves in her mind. 

It
couldn’t be; her father couldn’t be dead.

“You’re
lying.” She accused, looking at Arthur.

Arthur’s
eyes were sad and full of pity, her hold on Morgana increasing, becoming
tighter, almost comforting.

Morgana
couldn’t take it. She shook herself from Arthur’s embrace and pushed the other
woman. “You’re lying.” She repeated.

“I’m
sorry.” Arthur replied.

Morgana
turned away from the blonde and leaned against the wall. She needed to breathe
and think, to hide herself from the world and not face the fact her father was
dead.

Her
relationship with Uther had always been fraught with difficulties. Her mother
had died when she was still a baby and Uther was not a gentle man, too worried
about his kingdom and his subjects to pay more than a smidge of attention to
his daughter.

Morgana
had still loved him and hearing he died hurt, especially after years without
contact.

Arthur
poised a hand on Morgana’s shoulder and suddenly the dark haired woman could
think clearly, her anger for the blonde king clearing her thoughts.

She
shrugged, releasing herself from Arthur’s touch. “You tell me my father is dead
and you hope that will make me return? That just makes it even more unlikely.”

Arthur
sighed and breathed deeply. “At this point I don’t really care about what you
want.”

The
bluntness made Morgana’s eyes widen and she stepped back from Arthur,
surprised.

The
blonde was always courteous, even to her enemies – it wasn’t like Arthur to act
so directly, without taking into consideration the wants of others.

“I’m
going to do what your father wanted and keep you safe in Camelot.” Arthur
continued. “You need to see his grave and pay your respects, at the very
least.”

Morgana
felt her anger starting to simmer – she hated being told what to do, and for
Arthur to do it again made it unbearable.

The
first flash of magic, as a small fireball impacted against the blonde’s chest,
made everyone stop and stare, silence reigning for some moments.

The
attack didn’t harm Arthur, her armor unblemished, one of the perks Excalibur
granted her, making her immune to hostile magic, but it made the two knights
behind the blonde tighten their holds on their swords and, far more importantly
to Morgana, it made Arthur frown, lips drawn tight in distaste.

“You’re
just like him and Merlin.” Morgana hissed at the blonde. “You’re always trying
to command me, always giving orders.”

Arthur
didn’t like that; Morgana could see how her blue eyes got cold, and the way the
blonde breathed before replying.

“Unfortunately,
you behave like a child, so I have to command you as one.” Arthur spoke back,
her voice apparently serene.

Morgana
knew better – the calmer Arthur appeared, the angrier she was.

“And
what misbehavior have I engaged in exactly?”

“Do
you really need me to answer that?” Arthur’s eyebrow rose steadily as she
replied with a question.

Morgana
smiled, but it wasn’t a warm smile. “I think it would be best, seeing as the
last time we interacted personally was on the day I fled from our wedding. Or
is all of this because of that?”

Arthur
glared, but Morgana didn’t give her a choice to reply.

“I
thought you had a new wife now, no reason for you to be after me.”

Arthur
shook her head and smiled tightly. “I’m afraid I’ll have to dash your hopes
Morgana, but that’s not why I’m here. Maybe one day you’ll tell me why you
fled, but now I just want to take you home.”

The
blonde moved forward, intent on grabbing the other woman. Morgana panicked and
attacked again, but her spells were repelled by the power of Excalibur.

Arthur
grabbed the witch’s arm and didn’t let go, disrupting the transportation spell
Morgana had been preparing to flee.

The
dark haired woman pulled with all her strength, trying to get free, but failed.
“Release me.” She said, cursing under her breath when she wasn’t obeyed.

Morgana
got angry and struggled.

She
was afraid; she didn’t want to go back to Camelot, to be a prisoner once again,
but she couldn’t escape Arthur – and that made her hate the blonde even more.

She
wanted to hurt Arthur as much as she could, but Excalibur would protect her
from any kind of offensive magic … and as she pondered on that, Morgana had
what she considered a brilliant idea.

Without
warning she reached forward and kissed Arthur on the lips, seeing as the
blonde’s eyes widened, a blush adorning her cheeks.

Morgana
cast a spell, one which wasn’t designed to hurt anyone, couldn’t be considered
offensive in any way.

Arthur
noticed it – she was too used to deal with magic not to realize what happened –
but by then it was too late. The blonde pushed Morgana away and used a hand to
wipe her face.

“What
did you do?” Arthur asked, her voice laden with surprise.

Morgana
smiled and it wasn’t nice. “You’ll see.”

“Morgana
…”

The
dark haired woman laughed, loudly and amused. “You wanted me to go to Camelot,
didn’t you? I’ll go – I wouldn’t lose what’s going to happen for anything in
the world.”

Morgana
sighed and looked at her cell’s ceiling, bored out of her mind.

She
hadn’t had a chance to escape since she had been captured – Arthur used some
kind of magic-inhibiting amulet that Merlin had given her to neutralize
Morgana’s powers. The former princess looked down at the small bracelet around
her wrist with distaste.

Not
that Morgana would want to leave so soon, not after at she did to little
Arthur. She wanted to see the blonde’s face first … and she was sure it
wouldn’t take long for it to happen – by now her surprise should have already
appeared.

She
looked out of the window, seeing the sun starting to appear on the horizon.

Sunrise.

It
didn’t take long for the sound of hurried steps to confirm her earlier
thoughts. She had no doubt it was Arthur.

“Morgana.”
The blonde screamed from outside her door, making the dark haired woman smiled
widely. A moment later the cell’s door opened and Camelot’s king faced her.

“Sleep
well?” Morgana asked before the other woman could say anything.

Arthur
glared but didn’t reply, gesturing for her guards to leave them alone. The two
men hesitated before obeying, worried for their king.

The
dark haired woman snorted – as if they would be able to do anything if it came
to a fight between her and Arthur.

“Undo
it.” Arthur demanded.

“Undo
what?” Morgana asked, her smirk making it obvious she knew what the other woman
was talking about.

“The
spell you’ve cast.” Arthur snapped. “Your pranks haven’t gotten any better
since you were a child.”

Morgana
laughed until tears threatened to escape from her eyes. “I would say my pranks
have gotten better, I’ve never seen you this angry before. I suppose magic
makes things easier.”

Arthur
made to move forward but stopped, remembering what had happened the last time
she got near Morgana.

The
dark haired witch saw her hesitation and laughed again.

“Undo
it.” Arthur ordered again.

Morgana
shook her new bracelet in Arthur’s face. “I can’t do magic right one, remember?
You’ll have to take it off.”

Arthur
shook her head. “There is always a way to undo an enchantment without magic,
tell me how.”

“Why
should I?” Morgana questioned, brow arched.

Arthur
remained silent and Morgana smiled coldly, for once cherishing the power she
had over the other woman.

“I’ll
tell you,” Morgana said at last, once Arthur stopped squirming. “The way to get
rid of your new appendage … is to use it.”

Arthur
looked horrified and Morgana laughed again.

“Why
are you so surprised?” She continued once she realized the blonde wouldn’t say
anything. “Or is it afraid? I don’t know why you’re so worried – you have a
wife. Go to her and give her a good tumble, she might even enjoy the changes.”

Arthur
opened her mouth and closed it, looking away from the dark haired woman.

Morgana
frowned at the blonde’s reaction, before her eyes widened in realization. Her
voice, when it came, was mirthful and a smirk tugged at her lips. “Don’t tell
me you’ve never …”

When
Arthur blushed, Morgana knew she was right.

She
laughed. She couldn’t help it – it was just too funny.

Arthur
looked away and didn’t say anything, letting Morgana’s amusement fade.

“This
is too good to be true.” The witch said at last.

“I
don’t find this amusing in anyway.” Arthur replied through gritted teeth.

Morgana
shrugged. “I do, especially the fact you haven’t touched your wife since your marriage.
What’s her name? Guinevere?”

Arthur
nodded.

Morgana’s
smile petered off. “Does she even know you’re a woman?”

Arthur
looked offended. “Of course, do you really think I would have married someone
without telling them the truth? Do you really think so little of me?”

“You
didn’t care for the fact I didn’t want to marry you.” Morgana said in reply.
“Why would you care for what your new wife wanted or knew?”

“Morgana…”
Arthur started, taking a couple of steps towards the former princess before she
stopped. “I never knew you didn’t want to marry me – I never realized Uther
forced you into it before you escaped.”