Queen Arthur (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales Book 6) (4 page)

Arthur
couldn’t resist.

She
moaned as the former princess licked her, the other woman’s tongue entering her
and tasting, while fingers teased her clit and nether lips.

She
put her hands on Morgana’s head, pushing the woman down. She wanted to come, to
feel the same pleasure she had felt when Morgana’s mouth had brought her to
orgasm a few minutes before.

Morgana
knew it and let the pressure build, reaching down and letting her tongue enter
Arthur as far as it could, until she felt like she could taste Arthur’s
pleasure. Then she withdrew, slowly, hearing Arthur’s moans of complaint.

“Don’t
worry.” She said, meeting Arthur’s eyes.  She shook the bracelet Arthur put on
her pulse the day before, the one that blocked her powers. “Take it off; I want
to spell you again.”

Even
through the maze of pleasure Morgana had put her in, Arthur hesitated, but then
she grabbed the bracelet and took it off.

For
one moment Morgana felt like the most powerful person in the world. Arthur
didn’t have Excalibur with her and Morgana had her full powers back; the King
of Camelot was at her complete mercy.

She
smirked and moved up Arthur’s body, until she stood face to face with the
blonde. Then she kissed her, spelling her again.

The
two of them watched as Arthur slowly grew a cock once again, the appendage
standing tall and erect.

Morgana
smirked at the woman beneath her and then passed one of her legs over Arthur’s
body, positioning herself so that her sex was above the hard prick.

Arthur
looked at Morgana’s eyes, simply watching as the dark haired witch let herself
slowly move down. She moaned when Morgana’s nether lips touched the head of her
cock.

The
former princess grabbed Arthur’s member and steadied it, before she let herself
sink down, feeling great pleasure as the hard flesh passed through her nether
lips and entered her.

Bit
by bit, Arthur’s prick advanced through her depths, until she felt her inner
thighs hitting the blonde’s body.

Morgana
moaned, almost pained.

This
cock was bigger than the one she had spelled before, almost too big, yet
Morgana loved it anyway and her eyes fluttered close as she started to move up
and down.

Arthur
moaned as Morgana started riding her, seeing her cock disappear into the
witch’s body and reappear when the dark haired woman moved.

Once
she got used to the sensations she reached up and grabbed Morgana’s waist,
steading their bodies, making their motions faster and more controlled.

Morgana
would move up until only the tip of Arthur’s prick remained inside of her and
then she would sink down, filling her cunt once again.

Sweat
adorned their bodies and moans escaped from their mouths. Morgana grabbed her
breasts and crushed them together, trying to feel one more smitten of pleasure,
something that made it possibly for her to reach that peak and orgasm.

Soon
enough Morgana started to feel it, as Arthur started to thrust her hips against
her, fucking her with all her strength.

They
came at the same time, Morgana’s pussy tightening painfully around Arthur’s
appendage and the blonde moaning as she was engulfed by Morgana’s warmth.
Arthur’s cock exploded, releasing its seed inside the dark haired woman.

The
two of them laid against one another afterwards, their breasts pressed
together, Morgana’s mouth close to Arthur’s throat. They stayed still for the
most part, enjoying their afterglow.

Eventually
Morgana started kissing Arthur, starting with a peck on the lips and moving to
kiss the woman’s throat and collarbone, making the blonde moan in pleasure.

Morgana
felt sore, her pussy raw from Arthur’s thrusts, but she didn’t care about it –
she wanted to keep kissing the woman beneath her, to take her in her arms and
own
her.

Arthur
kissed her back, putting her arms around Morgana and pressing their bodies together,
until the dark haired witch settled back, once again, on her place atop
Arthur’s body.

“Did
you like it?” Morgana asked her tone mischievous.

Arthur
laughed – something she hadn’t done in a long time. She looked at Morgana’s
eyes, her joy shinning through. “Yes, I’ve never felt something so amazing.”

“Good.”
Morgana said, before she settled her head atop Arthur’s chest, looking so much
like a bedraggled cat that Arthur laughed again.

Arthur
stayed like that until the sun was shining on her face. She tried to move but
Morgana’s dead weight didn’t let her.

When
she focused on the other woman’s face she realized Morgana was sleeping and
after some thought she decided to let her and remained like that.

People
would speak, once it was known that she had spent the morning with Morgana, and
she wouldn’t fool herself – people would find out, especially seeing as the two
of them were startling loud.

But
right then, in that moment, Arthur didn’t care and she left herself fall asleep
with her lover’s body atop of her.

Morgana
couldn’t help but think it was amusing how someone’s life could change so
quickly.

In
less than a month she went from being a wanted criminal, a dangerous sorceress
ruthlessly pursued by the Kingdom of Camelot, to the mistress of the king of
said kingdom and being treated like a queen.

Citizens
nodded their heads at her wherever she went; she had two knights always
accompanying her, serving as her guides and bodyguards.

People
respected her.

Or
at least they feared her enough it seemed like it – both for her magic and her proximity
to Arthur.

Her
relationship with the blonde had turned out to be different from what Morgana
might have thought. She believed Arthur would regret what she had done and try
to end their affair, but the blonde surprised her and acknowledged her
publicly.

Everyone
on Camelot knew Morgana was their king’s mistress.

The
dark haired witch sighed as she looked around.

She
was standing in one of Camelot’s gardens, a place of savage beauty with flowers
and fruit trees all around her, her guards standing some distance away, letting
her gaze around one of her preferred places as a child.

She
missed Arthur.

It
was ironic in a way; they had been together that same morning, but Morgana
missed her all the same. She was starting to realize she felt more than just
lust for the blonde.

Morgana
had to resign herself to seat down and wait for Arthur to come to her; she
didn’t know anyone she could call her friend in the city – it was lonely in a
way, but then that was the life she chose.

A
commotion some time later forced to pay attention to her surroundings, and
Morgana watched as a dark haired woman, dressed in an impressive golden dress
passed by her guards without a glance, leaving her own attendants with them.

Morgana
smirked.

It
seemed that after some weeks, Arthur’s wife had finally decided to confront
her.

Guinevere
stopped a few feet away from Morgana and glared at the witch.

The
other woman replied by letting her gaze take in Guinevere’s figure, eyes slowly
roving over the queen’s body.

Guinevere
was beautiful, with long dark curly hair and a pale complexion. Her lips were
ruby red and her eyes green, her figure fit and curvaceous.

Morgana
figured Arthur’s wife was about her age and once she really focused on it, she
realized that wasn’t where their similarities ended – the two of them could
almost be mistaken for sisters; their faces had similar cuts to it, only their
eyes and forms were different.

The
witch prided herself in the fact she was taller than Guinevere.

When
the silence stretched between them, she smirked. “Is there something I can do
for you, my queen?”

Guinevere’s
mouth tightened. “You can leave my husband alone, sorceress.”

Morgana
laughed. “You must be mistaken, my lady, Arthur is the one who comes to me, not
the opposite.”

The
witch could see Guinevere clenching her fists and resisted the urge to gloat.
Arthur’s wife couldn’t harm her in anyway and it might be fun to play with her,
or at least it was certainly better than being bored out of her mind.

“She
only goes to you because you did something to her, somehow enchanted her with
your powers.” The queen of Camelot said, her tone calmer than her words would
suggest. “Undo it, or when Merlin returns he will destroy you.”

Morgana’s
answering smirk was cruel. “I didn’t have to use my magic to seduce Arthur. She
was quite willing to play with me once I showed her I wanted to; almost as if
she had never done that before.”

Guinevere
reddened, anger coloring her face.

“I
wonder why that was.” Morgana continued, knowing she had the other woman on the
ropes. “Maybe her wife isn’t paying her any attention?”

“You
have no right to interfere with my relationship with Arthur. It’s none of your
business.” Guinevere said through her gritted teeth.

“Or
maybe…” Morgana continued, as if the other woman hadn’t spoken. “It’s because
you spent all your time with that dashing knight. What is his name?”

Guinevere
paled.

“Lancelot,
isn’t it?” Morgana finished, smiling cruelly.

“How…”
Guinevere started, her voice fading away before she finished.

“How
do you think I managed to run for so long?” Morgana asked, turning her back on
the other woman and starting to walk. Guinevere followed her reluctantly. “I
have spies in your kingdom, people who always warned me when Arthur was close
to me. She must have realized it, because I had no warning this time.”

“You
can’t tell her.” Guinevere said, almost pleading.

The
dark haired witch smirked. “I won’t … if you behave. I was quite surprised when
my spies told me of your activities; I figured Arthur would have a prude for a
wife and not someone who would fuck her knights.”

Morgana
moved towards her quarters – she was living in one of the towers of Camelot’s
main castle – and Guinevere followed, hesitant and afraid of what was to come.

Their
guards stopped at the entrance to the tower, Morgana ordering them to stand
down. When they hesitated, Guinevere nodded and they followed the witch’s
orders.

Guinevere
followed Morgana up the stairs and into the woman’s bedroom, her steps light
and insecure. She was afraid, knowing the other woman could destroy her with a
few words in Arthur’s ear, and afraid of whatever Morgana had planned for her.

“I
think it’s amusing you came to warn me away from Arthur when you’re having an
affair as well. Why was that?” Morgana asked, seating herself on her bed and
looking at Guinevere.

The
Queen of Camelot remained standing, fidgeting under Morgana’s blue eyes, and
shrugged.

Morgana’s
eyes narrowed and she leaned forward, and then laughed. “You’re jealous.”

Her
voice was amused and Guinevere couldn’t help but bristling at it. “Of course I
am. Arthur’s my spouse.”

“And
yet, you’re cheating on her.” Morgana pointed out.

Guinevere
looked away.

She
wasn’t proud of her betrayal, but Lancelot had comforted her when she was alone
and confused. It was easy to love him, unlike Arthur whose heart, most often
than not, was as hard as a rock.

Morgana’s
eyes widened and she laughed again. “You love Arthur, but she doesn’t touch
you, does she? She leaves you alone at night, cold and unfulfilled. You wanted
more and Lancelot gave it to you.”

Guinevere
opened her mouth to deny it, but then closed it, knowing Morgana was right. She
bit her lip, thinking about some way to make the other woman keep quiet about
her discovery.

Morgana
looked at Guinevere with pity, startling herself for one moment.

The
other woman made her remember the months before her wedding, when Morgana
believed she would live a loveless and lonely life with a person that did not
care for her.

Almost
without thinking about it, she moved and faced the queen of Camelot.

Guinevere
startled as Morgana caressed her face, her hand soft and gentle.

“Do
you want to know how I seduced Arthur?” Morgana asked her voice barely more than
a whisper.

Guinevere
nodded shyly, unnerved by the other woman’s attitude.

“I
did it with a kiss.” Morgana continued, leaning forward and giving a peck on
Guinevere’s lips. “Kind of like this.”

The
young queen resisted the urge to lean back from the witch’s grasp, afraid of
how Morgana would react to it. She didn’t know what to do.