Queen Arthur (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales Book 6) (5 page)

Morgana
knew she was bothering Guinevere and was amused by it. “But her kiss had
something extra, something she enjoyed a great deal; something magical.”

Those
words were enough for Guinevere to waken from the almost trance Morgana had on
her.

She
moved backwards, trying to gain some distance from the other woman, never
taking her eyes of Morgana. “So you did use magic to seduce Arthur.”

“No.”
Morgana said, shaking her head. “What my magic did was allow her an easier way
to show her appreciation for me. It just gave her a cock for a bit.”

Guinevere
needed several seconds to understand the other woman’s words. “What?”

Morgana
nodded at the Queen’s stupefied look. “The only thing I did was give Arthur a
cock, the rest was on her.”

“This
is ridiculous.” Guinevere said, turning her back on the witch and moving
towards the door. “I’m not going to hear more of it.”

She
grasped the door’s knob and tried to open it, but it was looked.

Guinevere
turned to Morgana and found the other woman smirking. “Unlock it.”

Morgana
didn’t reply and started undressing.

Guinevere
looked away.

She
feared the witch’s intentions, knowing she wouldn’t be able to resist Morgana’s
magic if the other woman decided to use it. The young queen thought about running
towards the window and scream for help, but they were too high and people might
not hear her – and she didn’t want to see what Morgana would do to her then.

The
queen couldn’t help but shudder as she heard Morgana’s heavy dress fall to the
ground and her eyes flitted over the other woman, finding her completely naked.

Morgana
smiled at Guinevere and then, in front of the woman’s startled eyes, she
spelled herself, making a cock grow – much like the one Arthur had sported
previously.

Guinevere
opened her mouth and closed it without saying anything, confused. Had Morgana
been telling the truth before? She knew magic could do almost anything, but she
never imagined someone would use it for something like that.

When
the young queen realized she had spent the past half-minute with her eyes glued
to Morgana’s new appendage, she looked away, embarrassed.

Morgana
used the other woman’s consternation to deliver her point home. “This is how I
seduced her. I gave her a cock and then willingly let her sate her lust on me.”
The witch said, moving towards Arthur’s wife.

Guinevere
watched her come, Morgana’s cock swinging from side to side in an almost
hypnotic manner. When the witch stopped a foot away from her, Guinevere looked
up at Morgana’s amused face. She reddened.

Morgana
caressed Guinevere’s face once again. “There’s no reason for us to be enemies.”
She said with her voice low, inciting. “We can be the best of friends, the two
of us.”

Guinevere
hesitated. “Why should I be your friend?”

Morgana
smiled. “Because I’ll give you want you want. I’ll make Arthur capable of
making love to you as you always desired; because if we are friends, I don’t
have to tell Arthur about your dalliances with Lancelot. And because you’ll
enjoy it.” The witch finished, leaning forward and kissing Guinevere on the
mouth.

Her
lips barely touched the queen’s and then she leaned back.

Guinevere
looked uncertain. She wanted Arthur – she had always wanted the other woman,
even as she was right now, but the blonde had never let her near.

Morgana
was offering her deepest wish and Guinevere was tempted, but she was afraid it
was a trap, that the witch would use this to destroy her and assume her place
at Arthur’s side.

Morgana
saw her indecision and gave her a push, knowing anything could change the
outcome of this conversation. “Kneel.” She whispered, her voice making the
queen’s knees weak.

Guinevere
did as she said and knelt.

She
was tired of being afraid, of always risking being discovered with Lancelot
when she didn’t truly love him. All she wanted was Arthur and Morgana was
offering her on a plate.

She
would take a leap of faith and hope the witch wasn’t tricking her – she couldn’t
continue living like this.

Guinevere
opened her eyes and faced Morgana’s cock.

The
witch smiled, feeling her member hardening under Guinevere’s watchful eyes, and
with one hand she started caressing Guinevere’s hair, trying to soothe the
young queen at the same time she slowly guided her forward.

Guinevere
didn’t resist and found herself face to face with the witch’s hard prick. It
was large and thick, bigger than Lancelot’s, yet strangely smooth, its skin
soft and delicate.

The
kneeling woman tightened her hand around it and stroked, slowly, watching as
Morgana inhaled deeply at her touch. The witch was clearly enjoying the
attention and Guinevere found herself a little more confident.

Guinevere
licked her lips in anticipation and leaned forward, watching as more blood was
pumped into the hard flesh, before she engulfed it with her mouth.

She
loved the taste of cock – had since the first time she had kneeled in front of
Lancelot and taken him into her mouth – and she couldn’t help but hate herself for
it, especially when Morgana moaned and grasped unto her hair.

She
was the queen of Camelot, she should be the one in a position of strength and
yet she found herself on her knees sucking the cock of the woman that was
threatening to take over her life. She didn’t want Morgana to enjoy this as
much as she obviously was, but most of all Guinevere didn’t want to enjoy this
as much as she was.

She
could feel her thighs quivering, her pussy getting wet. When her tongue touched
the prick’s head she had to resist the urge to moan – the taste was too good.

Morgana
noticed it and smirked in reply, while trying to control her breath, her
breasts heaving with every inhalation, sweat adorning her body. Guinevere’s
mouth felt too good, the queen’s lips wrapped tightly around her cock as she
bobbed her head back and forth.

The
witch fisted her hands in Guinevere’s hair, controlling the other woman’s
motions, slowing down their rhythm. She wanted to prolong her pleasure for as
long as she could and she wanted to show the queen who was in charge.

Guinevere
had to stop herself from gagging when Morgana started to thrust her hips,
sinking her cock into the depths of her mouth.

The
witch was methodical, thrusting, never letting her prick linger for long in
Guinevere’s throat, careful not to stop the queen’s breathing, before she moved
back until the cock’s head reached Guinevere’s lips.

Guinevere
lost herself on the task of pleasing Morgana, her tongue swirling around the
woman’s member, her hands wandering over the witch’s body, her touch
light-feathered, caressing Morgana’s skin.

When
she realized that the witch still possessed a pussy beneath her cock, she
couldn’t help herself and explored it, her motions eager. She touched Morgana’s
nether lips and found them wet, slick, almost pulsing with the blood that
thundered trough them.

Her
fingers pushed against the other woman’s opening, easily sliding in, and
Morgana tightened her grip around the queen’s head.

When
the other woman didn’t do anything to stop her, Guinevere started moving the
fingers, in and out, slowly and faster, trying to keep a random rhythm,
something that Morgana couldn’t predict.

It
worked and after a minute Morgana’s motions had become erratic, her pleasure
obvious to all to see. Moans left her mouth and she couldn’t help but thrust
her hips forward, harshly, her prick sliding all the way into Guinevere’s
mouth.

The
young queen widened her eyes as she found her throat blocked by Morgana’s hard flesh,
but a moment after the witch came, her seed exploding from her cock. Guinevere
found herself swallowing the white cum.

Morgana
shuddered throughout her orgasm, resisting the urge to let her shaking legs
fold and fall to the ground.

When
her cock stopped twitching and it started to recede, she leaned back from
Guinevere, letting the young queen get her bearings.

Guinevere
could taste Morgana’s cock in her mouth and she looked up at the other woman,
ashamed and uncertain after how eagerly she had pleased the witch.

Morgana
smiled and the laughed out loud. “That was the best blowjob I’ve had in a good
while – ever since Nimue.”

The
other woman blushed and looked away.

Morgana
shook her head. “No, don’t do that. Come here.” She said, gesturing with her
hand for Guinevere to come forward.

The
young queen hesitated, but rose from her position and moved towards the witch.

“We
need to get you ready; we can’t make love like this.” Morgana said gently,
starting to undress Guinevere. The woman let her, and soon enough her clothes
hit the ground, much like Morgana’s had done earlier.

Guinevere
couldn’t help but shudder as the witch touched her, her body too tense, so
excited that a caress was enough to make her moan.

Morgana
smiled and positioned herself behind the other woman, carefully brushing
Guinevere’s hair aside and kissing her neck, seeing as goose bumps appeared on
the queen’s skin.

Guinevere
was docile and didn’t offer resistance to any of Morgana’s caresses, not when
the woman cupped her buttocks or when Morgana’s fingers grabbed her breasts and
squished them together.

The
young queen only reacted when Morgana’s hand stopped over her core and the
witch probed her nether lips, pushing a finger inside of her.

After
some moments, Morgana made Guinevere turn around, taking the queen into her
arms and kissing her, her mouth overpowering the other woman’s defenses,
claiming the queen’s mouth for her own.

Morgana
pushed the other woman until they fell atop the bed, Guinevere trembling with
need underneath Morgana’s body.

The
young queen moaned when Morgana kissed her, not hearing the sound of the room’s
door opening, or the steps, as Arthur entered the room.

The
blonde froze, her mind needing a couple of seconds to process the sight of the
two women on the bed.

Morgana
turned and looked right at her.

She
had felt the other woman come and was ready to receive her. With a touch to the
shoulder she called Guinevere’s attention to their spectator.

When
Guinevere saw Arthur at the door she froze, suddenly afraid of what was going
to happen. The blonde had never been harsh or cruel with her, but she didn’t
know if the other woman would forgive a betrayal like this.

Arthur
looked from one woman to the other, mouth opening and closing, nothing escaping
from it.

Morgana
smiled and got up from the bed, strutting towards the king of Camelot, her hips
calling for attention. When she reached the blonde she smiled and kissed her,
her tongue slipping into the king’s mouth, claiming it for her own.

She
used the opportunity spell Arthur, and the blonde reacted as she felt the
magical cock she used to play with Morgana grow between her thighs.

Arthur
knew Morgana was trying to distract her, incite her lust and make it easier to
accept what she was seeing. For one moment she was tempted to accept.

“What
is this?” She asked voice loud.

On
the bed, Guinevere flinched and tried to cover herself, but Morgana knew what
to do to defuse the situation. The witch wrapped her naked body around Arthur,
kissing the blonde’s throat, pressing her breasts against Arthur’s arm.

“Your
wife came to me,” Morgana started, her voice rough with the edge of lust. “She
was worried, saying you’ve never touched her and asking if I could help her
with that.”

Arthur
looked askance at Morgana, knowing the witch wasn’t telling the truth, but
letting her continue anyway.

“So
I decided to help her and we prepared a gift for you.” The witch continued,
indicating the bed and the naked woman atop of it. “But then we got lonely and
decided to play without you. Will you punish us for that?”

Morgana’s
voice got lower and she pressed her hand against Arthur’s groin, gripping the
blonde’s hard cock through her trousers.

Arthur
tried to resist but her lust got the better of her. She grabbed Morgana and
kissed the dark haired witch, feeling the woman’s hands roving over her chest,
starting to undress her.

Piece
by piece, Arthur’s clothes fell, until she stood as naked as the two other
women in the room, her cock hard and erect, calling for Morgana’s and
Guinevere’s attention.

Morgana
grabbed the member with her hand and used it to drag Arthur towards Guinevere.

Arthur’s
wife saw the two of them come and resisted the urge to swallow.

When
the two arrived near Guinevere, Morgana grasped the queen’s hair and forced her
to lean down and face Arthur’s prick.