The whip cracked again adding yet another
bleeding scarlet scar acrossed the wiry muscular back of the
bound man. Blood now had began to accumulated upon the expensive
Celtic knot rug at the feet of the naked man as his punisher, his
Lord, his sheild mate, his friend, and his love came around in
front of him.
“She was .. MY....WIFE! I trusted you. You were my best...
my finest...Why?! I trusted ...” Suddenly the great Bear of
Britain, the most beloved King of Camelot fell to his knees
before the bound and fallen knight.
The man had been silent except for his anguished cries throughout
the torture. Loving and hating the man openly weeping before him,
he stared down at him unable to reply.
“Why? “ screamed the golden Arthur as he lunged to
his feet grabbing his one true Knight’s raven silky hair
pulling it back leaning close to him.
“Because.. She was yours and I was not”
“You have always been mine. You are the
finest...”
“Knight?” Lancelot spit cutting him off. “ Your
are a fool Arthur. I wanted you to see me not as your Knight but
as....Dammit Arthur.” The man cried feeling unable to
continue, to express something he keep locked away for so
long.
“I don’t understand Lancelot what does our
relationship have to do with you fucking my WIFE?” the
stocky King shouted as he pushed himself away from the slender
wiry Knight. His eyes racked over the fallen Knight in anger, he
was shocked to see that the tortured man now sported the
beginnings of an erection. Suddenly the anger drained away from
the now confused King.
“Do you get it now? Lancelot asked in anger and
embarrassment.
“Yo...you wanted...?”
“Yes, I wanted you not your wife, “ shouted Lancelot
as though he could drive the point home with the volume of his
deep voice.
“I love you, have loved you since I first became your
Knight. Your beautiful, strong and golden. The perfect king. The
perfect man. How could I not want you? I was content to be just
your knight to be close to you as a sheild mate. Then she came,
beautiful, but my enemy all the same. You were always with her ,
your time with me faded. So I took her away as she took you away
from me.”
“I... Lancelot. I didn’t know. There were
times...” Arthur shook his head.
“Arthur, there were times what? Tell me!” the
man’s green eyes flared at the King’s unexpected
words.
“I needed a wife. Lancelot, not even Merlin could have made
you capable, with all of his great power, of bearing me a son. I
needed her if I didn’t I would have chosen you. I left what
I felt unsaid and pushed you away. It wouldn’t have been
fair to her or to you otherwise.”
“Untie me please”
Arthur looked up at the sweaty bleeding man who he loved but had
never admitted until now. Slowly he cut the ropes to the
man’s arms to feel them come around him and the man’s
weight pressing against him.
“It is to late to be fair Arthur. It was to late along time
ago” Lancelot whispered in Arthur’s ear as the King
gently picked the man up. He carried the wounded Knight to the
enormous bed that he had only a few hours before found the knight
in, enthusiastically taking his wife from behind. Putting the man
down he kissed him for the first time savoring the hot lips.
Gently he let his hand drift over the man’s body carful to
avoid his back. Lowering his head he took the red tinged nipple
in his mouth licking and sucking it to hardness.
“Arthur get undressed. I want to see you, please” The
raven haired man moaned.
Arthur stood up undressing for his Knight. His large erection
springing free only to be eagerly seized by the lust filled man.
Soon his entire member was sliding down the young Knight’s
throat as the King thrust his hips at the his willing
partner.
“Yes.. That’s it. Oh God Lancelot you are perfect, my
Knight”
Pulling out of the hot mouth with some reluctance the burly king
crawled into the bed pushing the Knight back. Lancelot winced at
the pain of the bloody wounds meeting the bed but eagerly spread
his leg for his horny King. The anxious King began to lick his
gorgeous Knight enjoying the sweaty flavor of his man. Looking up
he brought his finger to the Knight’s carmine lips
demanding entrance. Lancelot grab the King’s thick fingers
sucking them into his mouth. Getting up and turning around on all
fours the Knight presented himself to his King. Arthur groaned
with lust spreading the nice round checks he buried first his
tongue and then thick fingers into the tight portal so
deliciously offered to him.
“Yes, Arthur yes, fuck me now. Please I can’t take it
any more. “
Arthur quickly position himself behind his lover and slowly sank
into his hot depths. Lancelot bucked back against him taking the
man’s entire length with a groan of satisfaction.
“You are enjoying this? You don’t know how many times
I have wanted to do this to you. When I saw you naked on this bed
with my wife all I could think about was you.” Arthur
growled thrusting hard and fast into the prostrate knight.
“Yes, Arthur take me. Make me yours, claim me. Spill you
seeds into me love, so no one can doubt I belong to you and no
other.”
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Arthur reached around grabbing the Knight’s twitching organ
and began to stroking it in time with his thrusting hips.
Lancelot spilled his seeds into his Liege’s hand as Arthur
reached his accent at he sound of his lover’s cries.
Both fell into the bed spent. Arthur pulled the wiry man on top
of him slowly and gently kissing him enjoying the smell and
warmth of the man.
After a time Lancelot buried his face into Arthur’s immense
chest resting. Arthur sighed softly.
“What are we going to do?”
“Merlin might not be able to make me give birth, but he can
connect my room and yours secretly with his power.”
Lancelot said quietly.
“What about Guinevere.”
“What about her? She loves up both. “
”Yes, it doesn’t matter whether her child is yours or
mine as long as I have you by my side, my finest
Knight.”
