Page 47 of The White Knight

My head answers for me, nodding my consent as I clear my throat to speak, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I make eye contact with Guin as she walks to where Arthur and I stand. She is beautiful. Magnificent. Mine. No matter what happens tonight, Guin is mine. She always will be.

A light touch from Guin soothes my scorching skin and clenching chest. She moves her hand up from my chest, caressing my cheek, and pulls me to her lips. She tastes of stale ale and honey. Heaven. I focus on her tongue as Arthur joins us. My eyes cannot help but open, seeing Arthur’s lips on Guin’s shoulder. He tugs her dress down, letting it fall to the ground with his clothes. Those delicate lips release mine and travel to Arthur’s as if she has hungered for his touch.

I pull my shirt over my head and kneel behind Guin, kissing every curve, dimple, and perfect imperfection. As I devour her skin, I slip my right hand up her thigh and a finger into her tight cunt. A feeling of pride consumes me as I picture Guin’s moan spilling into Arthur’s mouth.That moan is mine.Her moan turns into a delightful melody of panting as I slide two fingers in and out of her. She might be kissing Arthur, touching him even, but I have her at my mercy and I do not intend to let her go yet.

In one swift motion, I have Guin flat on her back in the middle of the bed, my face between her legs. My desire for her explodes as I taste hers. As I look over Guin’s delicate mound of flesh, I see Arthur has taken his place beside Guin on the bed. His mouth devours hers, muting the moans from the pleasure I am giving her with my tongue. I slide three fingers inside Guin while firmlypushing my tongue onto her button of flesh. I am instantly rewarded with a cry of pleasure.Her pleasure is mine.

I am on my knees and deep inside Guin before she can take a breath. It is rare that I would take her so suddenly, but I am crazed. When I see Arthur’s hands and tongue on Guin’s breasts, I thrust harder into her, making her scream. But she has not yet uttered the ‘safe words,’ so I keep my pace. Every thrust is a brand, letting her body know that she is mine and I am hers. Arthur will never take this away from us. Only our two bodies together can create the ecstasy I feel. I know she feels it too.

After her body clenches around my cock a second time, I release her. A smile spreads across my face at the sad sigh that escapes Guin. She does not want me to stop. I climb up the bed, avoiding Arthur, whose cock is in Guin’s delicate hand, and plant kisses along her neck, making my way up her jaw before dipping my tongue inside her mouth, giving her a taste of herself.

I steal a glance at Arthur, who is lost in ecstasy at the touch of Guin’s hand on his cock. He is larger than me. Yet I know he cannot do what I do with mine. I help Guin off her back and guide her onto Arthur’s eager cock. She instinctively wraps her legs around his hips. As she makes to move her arms around Arthur’s neck, I grab her hands and bring them backward around my neck so that she is leaning into my chest as she grinds Arthur’s cock deeper inside her.

“Lance,” she whispers, her head leans back so that her breath falls against my lips. My name, not his. Such a simple thing makes my heart swell with love, pride, and lust. I slide my right hand between their bodies, massaging the slick folds of Guin’s intimate skin while my other hand pinches her nipple. I am rewarded with a sound between a whimper and a sigh.

“Lance, what are you doing to Guinevere? Her cunt is going wild.”

All I can do is smile wickedly at Arthur. Deep inside my core, I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that Arthur could not give Guin the same pleasures I give her body. Guin might be riding Arthur’s enormous cock, but it is me who makes her skin shiver, her body quake, and her insides explode.

“We need to be inside her together, Lance. I need to feel her when you are inside her.”

Guin chokes on her moans. “What? There is only one hole you may enter.”

I cannot help but chuckle against Guin’s neck, slick with sweat. “We only need one hole, Guin.”

Her body quivers between Arthur and me. I look into Arthur’s eyes for the first time since he entered Guin’s bed chambers. Understanding, love, devotion, and desire pass through our eyes.

“Lie down on the bed, Lance.” Arthur orders. I do as he commands. A moment later, Arthur places Guin onto my hardened cock. Her mouth instantly captures the groan that escapes mine at our sudden connection.

Arthur kneels behind Guin, placing his cock at her entrance. “Guinevere, is this all right?” Arthur asks softly.

“Mmm hmmm,” she groans against my mouth.

“That is not good enough. I need to know this is what you want.”

“Yes. Arthur. Fuck me with Lance’s dick inside my pussy.”

Without hesitating, Arthur guides his cock into Guin, sliding along my cock. The sensation sends a powerful shock through every inch of my skin. Being inside Guin is enough to finish me. Feeling her all around me, consuming me, is the closest I will ever get to divinity. Now, with Arthur’s cock rubbing up against mine, pushing me deeper into Guin, my senses are heightened. I can hear every breath, feel every drop of sweat falling from Guin and Arthur’s bodies, and taste the desire in the air.

I move with Arthur. Both of us thrust into our wife with urgency. As Guin’s moans turn to screams, our thrusts become almost violent. We cannot stop. The three of us are fighting to reach the peak of an unseen mountain. We cannot see where we are going, but we race to get there anyway. Faster and faster we climb. Three bodies moving as one.

There are no empty seats in the great hall tonight as we celebrate the first day of our unity tournament. Nearly all the kingdoms have answered our invitation. Even some kings who oppose Arthur’s claim. They all have been arriving in droves for the past few weeks, but tonight is the first banquet with all the kings under one roof sitting around Arthur’s round table. He had it placed in the middle of the great hall, replacing the head table. An idea Guin came up with. Though she said the round table was meant for the knights of Camelot, it fits all of Arthur’s honored guests, kings, and their queens.

Sitting in my usual seat on Arthur’s right, I scan the tables surrounding us. Folk from all around the realm are eating, drinking, and laughing with one another. I spot Mordred lurking at the entrance, a scowl sculpted on his face. Following his gaze, my eyes land on Arthur’s hand caressing Guin’s as she eats supper with her other hand. I no longer feel a pang of jealousy when I catch these moments between my king and queen. Since the night of our coupling a few weeks ago, the three of us have reached a better understanding. Our relationship has grown stronger for it.

When I look back at Mordred, his gaze is now fixed on me. I smile, showing him I am unbothered. Since arriving back in Camelot, Mordred has been a constant shadow. I know he iswaiting for me to break. He is especially hard on Guin. We will never let him see our love though. We will never give him what he needs to start a coup. Guin, Arthur, Galahad, and I are a family. Not the family I imagined with Guin, but I love the family we have become. I will not let Mordred take them away from me.

I lean toward Arthur and whisper in his ear, “Should we make room for Mordred?” Arthur follows my nod to where Mordred leans against the wall.

“No. He can sit with the men if he wishes to join in the festivities.”

“He can sit next to me,” Guin smirks. “I’ve got a lot of ammo if he starts up some drama.”

Arthur gives Guin a warning look. We have both been ordered to keep our distance from Mordred. This has been an easy task. But he has a way of sneaking up on us when we least expect it. Which is why Guin and I are so careful in Camelot. We barely look at each other outside the royal apartments.

“I’m only joking, Arthur.” Guin places a kiss on Arthur’s forehead, then leans over to look at me. “Are you enjoying your pizza, Lance?”

“It is not as good as the pies Faina makes back home, but very good. Still, I require more meat.”

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