Page 33 of The White Knight

I look to Lance, who gives me a shy, crooked smile that melts my heart. How the hell am I supposed to turn him away? I feel giddy in his drunken gaze. His defenses are down and his love for me shines a spotlight onto my shattered heart.

“Yeah, why not.” I can’t say no to either of them.

“Lead the way, Lancelot.” Arthur takes my hand, pulling me along toward Lance’s room, and spins me through the door. “The lady needs to catch up, Lancelot. Give her a drink!”

Lancelot concentrates on pouring a generous amount of golden liquid into a large mug. He stumbles toward me, offering the drink to my hands. Taking a sniff, I guess it’s some kind of cider, a strong one. I take a large sip, letting it burn the insides of my mouth before swallowing.

“Keep drinking, Guinevere!” Arthur shouts.

“This is pure alcohol. What did you give me?” The men burst into laughter and I can’t help but join in. Their joy is contagious. “Well, are we celebrating something or just getting drunk together?”

“A little of both.” Arthur slumps down on the chair by the fireplace. The same chair where I had jumped Lancelot the night before. “Sit down, both of you.”

My nerves are swirling out of control like loose hoses in a cartoon, so I take a deep drink and sit on the bench closest to Arthur. Lance takes position next to me, sitting so close that our thighs touch.

“What is it you waawant to sppeeak to us abouuuut?” Lance slurs. He is so wasted.

Arthur clears his throat, sobering himself up enough to speak without a slur. “I want to propose something. As our situation is unlikely to be resolved, I want us to devise a solution of our own.”

“What is, uh arre you tuttalking about, Arthuurr?” Lance struggles to get his words out, but I can tell he, too, is attempting to sober up, wanting a clear head for this conversation.

“Guinevere is your wife, Lancelot. I want you to resume your marital vows. When she is here, at your castle, she will be your wife. The people here are loyal to you. They will not judge your union as they have witnessed your blessed wedding day and blooming marriage. When she is at Camelot, she will take her place as my queen.”

Lance and I stare at Arthur, unable to form a response. I take another drink.

“What do you think?” Arthur asks. “All three of us get what we want. What we need.”

I turn to Lance, his gaze already fixed on me. Flames of desire and tears of longing mix together in his eyes. He turns back to Arthur. “What are the terrrms? What…does it mmmean to haveGuin as my…as my wife when we are home and yo…your queen when she is at Camelot?”

“We are both married to Guinevere. Our marriages can be what we want them to be. We choose the terms. All I ask is that I have my queen and my son. For the kingdom, not necessarily for my own needs. Though if I am honest, I would like to enjoy intimacy from my wife as well.”

“Would I…be allowed to indulge in the flesh of my wife?” Lance asks darkly, the waves of drunkenness crashing softly against his eyes. Both of them turn to me, making my heart beat at a pace that will surely kill me.

“I don’t like the idea of my body as a timeshare. But I am open to the idea of a joint partnership. I think we need to lay out the details. All the details. The three of us need to be honest with each other and understand what we want from this.”

Arthur sets down his mug of ale on the floor next to his seat. “What I want right now is to lift your skirts and wet your sweet cunt for Lance to enjoy.”

A gasp escapes my mouth at Arthur’s bluntness. I feel Lance’s body stiffen beside me, the both of us breathless, at a loss for words. Did Arthur just ask us to have a threesome? More than that, to share me as a wife. I’m not opposed to the idea, especially if it means I can have Lance.

My rational mind tells me this is a bad idea, that agreeing will ensure ruin. But I want oblivion. I want to throw myself into the fire.

Arthur stands up from his seat, moving toward me in slow motion. “Do I have your permission?” He looks to Lance and then to me. I nod, taking Lance’s hand in mine. Arthur kneels before me, pushing the skirts of my dress up over my knees. My entire body vibrates in anticipation as Arthur’s hand glides up my thighs. “Kiss her on the mouth while I kiss her down here. I will get her nice and wet for you, Lance.”

Chapter 21

Lancelot

I hesitate for amoment, watching Arthur kiss Guin’s intimate lips below. Jealousy, anger, desire flood my body. I am free to touch my wife, but do I accept the terms? I do not wish to share her. I am selfish, for I want Guin to myself.

Her moans of pleasure draw me closer to her, my tongue salivating with need. I cover her mouth with mine, capturing her next moan, and turn her attention to me. My lips trace a pathway down her jaw and over that sensitive dimple of her throat. I brush my tongue lightly over her skin while dipping my hand into the bodice of her dress.

As I free a breast, my mouth finds its target, licking her already-hardened nipple. Screams of passion and delight echo in my ears. Guin places a hand on my head, grasping my hair and pulling me in deeper.

Then I hear Arthur’s voice from under Guin’s dress. “Take her, Lance, take her now. She is yours.”

I guide Guin over my lap, pulling out my hardened cock and securing her to the root of me. Our breath mingles, sighing in relief as our flesh finally becomes one again. In the distance,I hear the closing of a door. A quick look behind me confirms Arthur has left us. Arthur has given me back my Guin. Though it might only be temporary, I will not take a single second for granted.

Guin must have read my mind. She becomes wild in her movements, bouncing up and down with such vigor I know I will finish too quickly if she does not slow down. I am past the point of no return, so I let her ride me. The night is young. I will have her in a hundred different ways before sunrise.

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