Page 37 of The White Knight

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched this video of you. It’s the one I took of you the night before you left to hunt the dragon.” As I press play, I snuggle close to Lance, listening to our conversation from nearly ten years ago. Lance promising that he will return to me. My protests that his promises won’t mean anything until he returns to me. But he doesn’t accept defeat. Instead, video Lance paints an erotic picture of what will occur when we reunite.

“You will likely not be happy with the stench and filth I will bring home with me. When you catch sight of me in the distance, you prepare a scolding bath for my arrival. Dismounting Gringolet, I make haste to our bed chambers where you then grant me a chaste kiss on the cheek.”

“Just a kiss?” Video me asks.

“You will want to scrub my hair and skin before you do anything more than kiss me.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. And so you peel the damp, dirty clothing from my body until I stand before you naked. I chance a kiss, but you will not let me get close enough. Rather, you guide me into the hot bath where you proceed to scrub every inch of my filthy body.”

“Hmmm, and then what?”

“Then you drop your dress to the ground, revealing your delicious naked body to me. I pull you toward the bath, but you slip from my grasp. ‘I am not getting into that filthy water’ is what you say.”

“Just because I wouldn’t bathe in the sea with you that one time when you were covered in shit doesn’t mean I am afraid of dirty bath water. It was cold outside, and I wanted pizza.”

“Even so. I get out of the bath. You have a warm cloth ready to dry me off.”

“What a thoughtful wife I am.” Video me smiles, leaning in to give Lancelot a kiss. The camera view shifts to the wall for a couple of seconds. As video Lance lets out a moan, the camera moves back to our faces.

“As I was saying. You start at my feet, drying me slowly, torturously slow. By the time you reach my knees, I am so hard, one more touch would finish me. I step away from you, taking in your beauty. Your nipples, hard and covered in gooseflesh, pointing toward your desire as my desire points to you.”

Video Lance moves toward video me. The camera points up to the ceiling and all we can hear are suggestive noises and groans. After a few more seconds, video me repositions the camera so it shows both our faces.

“I would like to know what will happen next,” video me whispers, gazing up into Lance’s eyes.

“You, my beautiful wife, take my cock into your hands and—“

Video me interrupts Lance with a giggle. “You really love using that word for your dick. What did you call it before I taught you the word ‘cock’?”

“I cannot recall. Do you wish to know what you will do with my cock?”

“Hmm, I suppose I wrap my lips around it and roll my tongue down until I reach the root of your cock. Sucking and licking until you reach ecstasy. But I will stop and release you from my possession before you finish.”

“Sounds like blissful torture. I will not be happy if you deny me though. So I take you in my arms, throw you down onto the bed, and give you some of your own blissful torture. I think Iwill start at the sweet flesh between your legs. Just a kiss. Then I need to give attention to the silky smooth skin of your thighs. And your breasts. I need to taste those delicate peaks.”

Video Lance pinches my nipples, making me squeal and roll off his chest. The camera angles up to the ceiling again. “I can’t take any more of this. I need you to—“

The video cuts off. I turn my phone back off and look at Lance. “I have watched this video countless times. My emotions were always so unpredictable after each time. Sometimes I would pleasure myself. Other times I would cry myself to sleep or scream into my pillow.”

“What do you feel now?” Lance asks, lightly caressing my cheek with his fingers.

“Desire. Passion. My blood is boiling. Lance, I need you inside me. Now.”

His light caress turns to urgency, pulling me against his body. “I am intrigued to see how you pleasure yourself. But tonight, I will be the one performing such pleasures on every curve of your flesh.”

With our newly formed pact, Arthur suggests we tour the entire country, visiting all the kingdoms in the realm. Those who are loyal to Arthur, those who are still uncertain of his ambitions, and even those opposed to his dream of one unified country. I am hesitant about the tour, mainly visiting the kings who do not believe in Arthur.

Flashbacks of Melwas still haunt me. The smell of his sweaty body pressed against mine, his lips seeking entry into my unwilling mouth, the deep slash of a knife on my thigh. He meant to take me by force and make me his wife and queen. ButElnaril saved me, and barbecued Melwas for taking what was not his. Those memories are faint now, though I still remember the pain and fear. Melwas hated Arthur. There would have been nothing Arthur could do to convince Melwas to join him. I’m certain others feel the same. They don’t want to give away their power, their kingdoms. They fear what Arthur could do if he had control of the entire realm.

I don’t blame them. The Romans terrorized these lands. Their search for power to expand their empire and take over the world ultimately destroyed them. World domination caused them to neglect the protection of their homelands.

Arthur doesn’t want that kind of power. He only wants the kingdoms to be of one mind. To sign a treaty of peace. Assist each other when they have need of an army. To fight off the Vikings, the Saxons, and anyone who attempts to invade this beautiful, fragile land. Arthur hopes to convince the opposing kings of the realm during this tour, but I fear if we travel to those kingdoms, we will never see Camelot again.

“I think the tour is a marvelous idea, Arthur. Truly. It will be a wonderful experience for Galahad and introduce him to all the kings of the realm. But Arthur,” I plead, “we shouldn’t visit those who see you as an enemy.”

“If I do not include everyone in this tour, what will that say of me? Won’t people taunt me for being afraid?”

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