Sorry this is a week late, I was away last week. To make up for it, this chapter has all the sexiness chapter 2 missed out on. We also finally get to the stuff that makes this series 'fantasy'.
There's 4 characters in this chapter that aren't obvious as their names aren't just straight up modern ports or you don't know their full names. If you want to guess who they are in the comments, please do!
Content Warning: Cheating, Mind Control.
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Lancelot waited behind one of the pillars until he heard the footsteps retreat from the hall, then he waited some more. Finally when he was sure there would be no more intrusions into the chamber today, he stepped out.
"Come, Ser Lancelot. Kneel before your queen."
The knight strode purposefully forwards, not taking his eyes off the beautiful, green-robed woman before him. That same wolfish smile lit up her face, as it always did when she saw him. She sat demurely on the smaller throne to the left of her husband's. He pushed those thoughts from his mind as he reached the foot of the dais and knelt on one knee, unbuckling his blade and laying it to his side. He waited for her majesty to speak.
"So far away, lover. It's been a long day... come closer." As Guinevere spoke, she shifted on her throne and spread her legs.
Lancelot swallowed his immediate reaction. "My queen, we are in the throne room." Despite his words, he did not take his eyes off the small part of her calves that was visible beneath her skirts.
The queen pulled her skirt up ever so slightly. "Lancelot, no one will enter without my permission." She edged forwards on the throne, only the tops of her thighs and her perfect, pert ass remaining atop it. "And I need you."
He couldn't help himself. He never could. The young knight walked purposefully up the steps of the dais, discarding a gauntlet with each long stride. Then he was there, staring into her eyes.
"Oh I love it when you get that look, lover."
He knelt on both knees this time, between her legs. He reached out, running his hands up the inside of those calves, pushing her skirts up to reveal her most hidden garments. Then up her thighs, gripping the edge of those garments and slowly pulling them down. The queen lifted her wonderful ass as he pulled. He leaned forwards, feeling the hand on the back of his head like always, as he kissed the very top of her slit where her precious button was. Guinevere sighed.
"Don't tease me, Lancelot. It's been a long, boring day running the kingdom while my husband plays at being a holy man and I need a release."
He hated it when she mentioned the King. It sent pangs of guilt through him. He loved the man like a brother. But he loved her more. Lancelot's tongue snaked out and curled upwards across her entire opening and she groaned. Then again but deeper, getting a proper taste of her. Tangy. Salty. Divine. The hand on his head clenched and gripped his hair, applying pressure to pull him in. As ever, Lancelot obeyed. He pushed his tongue in and out like it was a small member and he heard her gasp. Soon she stopped reacting vocally to that so he switched back to licks, occasionally kissing and flicking her button with his tongue. The knight knew well by now what his queen liked and didn't like, so he didn't keep his method the same for more than a minute at a time.
"My loyal knight. My protector. My love. Don't stop. Oh by all the gods please don't stop."
A pack of Gauls could not stop him if they wanted to. He continued to please her with everything he had, cursing his decision to wear his armour today and trap his cock away. He used one hand to reach up and cup her breasts, more for his own pleasure than hers beneath all the layers that hid them. With his other hand he replaced his tongue, slipping two fingers into Guinevere's hot depths as he took some much-needed breaths.
The queen arched her back and would have slipped off the chair if he had not pressed her back into it with the hand resting on her chest. "Make me cum, Lancelot."
He kept his hand moving, pistoning in and out, and leaned in. The traitorous knight knew that she liked it vigorous at the end, so he kissed her clit and then flicked it rapidly with his tongue before leaning in and sucking on it. He felt it before he saw it, the queen clenching up, the walls of her pussy contracting around his fingers and pulsing. Then her back arched further before she folded in half with a groan that sounded as if it contained all the air in her lungs. There were no words above him as he continued, only noises. Grunts and moans. He flicked again and felt her shudder atop him, her hands slapped at the sides of the throne and thrashed around at the over-stimulation, until they came to a rest on the sides of his head and pushed at him.
"Please, my love. No more."
Lancelot pulled back and stood up, leaning in for a kiss. As always, the Queen leaned in and hugged him close, his kiss landing on her cheek. "My queen, I-"
"Shh, Ser Knight. Throw away your guilt. It will do you no good, and only bring you ill." He sagged into her arms, the words heavy on him. Squeezing her tightly once more he stepped backwards and nodded solemnly. The queen only laughed. "You get so serious all the time Lancelot." She smoothed out her skirts and pulled a small rope next to the throne. Lancelot quickly stepped off the dais and picked up his gauntlets and sword, holding them as if he had taken them off for an audience, then he knelt again. One knee only. Proper.
"Yes, my queen?" One of the queen's handmaids walked out from a side door, hidden behind one of the pillars so you could not see it. "What can I assist you with?" The handmaid spoke with her eyes lowered from the queen, but she peered up at Lancelot. Her dress was shapeless so it was hard to tell what she looked like underneath, but she had a pleasant, rounded face and her eyes... they were so blue. Like a clear day's sky.
Gwen's voice broke through the moment. "Please draw me up a bath, my dear. And have some wine ready for me." She waved a hand dismissively toward him and Lancelot suppressed a jolt of anger.
She needed to keep up appearances in front of everyone, especially gossiping maids.
"That will be all, Ser Lancelot. Thank you for your report. And as always, thank you for your service."
Lancelot bowed deeply and strode from the hall, the lingering smell of his queen on his lips. But he paused at the large doors, suddenly frowning, confused at his own impertinence.
Gwen? Not a proper name for a queen.
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Lance sat in the empty lecture hall, twenty minutes early for his class, trying to work out what the fuck was going on. When he came to, the tattoo was back in its original spot, staring at him. He could have sworn he had seen the thing move, but that was ridiculous. Not to mention he had another dream. The details were fuzzy, but this time he was certain Gwen was in it. Maybe Morgana was right. Maybe he had taken something last night, or someone had spiked his drink and he was hallucinating. That was easily the most logical explanation. Of course, the other explanation was that he was losing it. So for now, drugs was the preferred reason.
The door to the lecture hall opened, and people started filing in. Lance was sat up the back where he could hide and think, but it didn't take long for the hall to begin filling up. The hope that everyone would crowd the bottom of the hall almost won out, until one person stepped into the back row. A tall and slim red-headed girl walked her way down the row and promptly sat down a seat over from Lance. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, and her shirt bore the album art of a My Chemical Romance album. With her pale skin and heavy, dark makeup completing the look, she could have come straight out of the mid-2000s. She looked over at him. "Hiding away from everyone as well?"
Lance nodded. "We don't always get what we want."
The girl smirked and leaned over, reaching her hand out, still looking at him. Lance sighed inwardly but returned the smile. He took her hand in his own and a cold feeling shot down his arm to his fingertips, then they were both shocked with a zap. The girl jerked back and shook her hand. "Fuck!"
"Language, Miss Lewis. That's your warning for today."
"Sorry Ms. Shelby."
The girl shook her hand again and leaned across, whispering. "I'm Sian. Thanks for that."
"Lance. Sorry."
They both pulled out their laptops and settled into the presentation as Ms Shelby started giving the lecture and the lights dimmed. Some business classes weren't so bad, but this was not one of those. The dullest of contract law variations were laid out for them. Case precedence and legislation continued for the first half hour until Lance's eyes blurred. Even the distracting curves of Ms Shelby under her dangerously tight business suit couldn't make him pay more attention. Lance didn't think he had picked up on any of the last ten points that she had explained. Something about signs not meaning shit. Lance complained quietly to himself, leaning back and stretching before rubbing his neck.
"Too tough for you?" A voice teased. Lance looked over and saw Sian smirking, still staring at her screen. Her fingers were flying across her keyboard.
"Oh blow me," he said before turning back to the front.
He heard Sian shift next to him and watched as the lithe red-head slid off her chair onto the ground. It looked like she had dropped something and was looking for it. Whatever it was, she couldn't seem to find it and moved her bench out of the way to get more room. Then the bench next to his moved as well. Lance refocused, attempting to catch back up to the point and ignore the distraction, when he felt the hands on his crotch.
"Wha-" He almost yelled, catching the attention of Ms Shelby. He tried to repress a moan as a hand rubbed him through his jeans. He could feel the lecturer's eyes boring into him.
"Mr. Lake, do you have a question?" There was a soft clipping sound as the button hiding his zipper was released. Reaching under the table, he tried to push the hands away with one of his own nonchalantly, but it was captured and covered in something warm and wet. He felt a tongue swirl around it. Then his hand was released and the hands moved back to his jeans. "Mr. Lake, you can't just shout out in the middle of your naps and distract the rest of the class. Keep it down." There was a smattering of laugher at his expense and Ms Shelby turned back to the presentation. Those who had been distracted and were looking back at Lance were again captured by the juicy behind of their teacher, turning back to the front.
The zipping sound was deafening to Lance, but no one else seemed to hear it. He pushed his laptop aside and pulled back the half-desk to reveal Sian. It was very dark in the lecture hall, but her red hair was visible in the glow of the presentation screen. She used the extra room from the desk being moved to reach an arm up and pull Lance's cock free. He was rock hard, and the light touch of Sian caused a jerk of his legs. He saw her grin with hunger, but Lance grabbed the girl's hands.
"What are you doing?" He whispered. When she replied, she barely sounded herself. Luckily, she still whispered.
"Trying to give you a blowjob, what does it look like I'm doing?" One of her hands was down her pants and and it was slowly moving up and down. Without waiting for an answer, she leaned forwards and pulled Lance's member deep into her mouth. Immediately he let go of her hands and grabbed the back of her head as he felt her tongue flick against the sensitive spot right under his cock head. One of her hands moved to his balls and began softly fondling as Sian pushed herself further down. Lance felt the point of her throat and she paused, holding him there for a moment. He stifled a groan as she swallowed and pushed even further, popping past that dangerous gag-reflex point and truly into her throat. Quickly she pulled back and with an ever-so-soft gasp he watched as she shuddered in place.
Did she just have an orgasm? From blowing me for like 5 seconds? What the hell?
The girl sat for a moment, catching her breath and letting the tremors subside. While she did so, she wrapped her other hand around her prize and began pumping rapidly. Then she leaned forwards and licked the tip before wrapping her lips around the head and suckling gently. She stared up into his eyes and he felt her tongue teasing against his slit. The danger and eroticism of the moment had Lance already on the edge, and couple with the devoted look in her eyes he couldn't hold back any longer. He tensed up, trying to delay the inevitable.
"Fuck. I'm going to cum." He whispered.
Sian's eyes shot open and she leaned forwards again, swallowing his cock deeper while continuing to pump. He felt his cock swell and she pulled back again and opened her mouth, resting his cock on her tongue as her hand flew up and down his length. The combined sensations brought the desired response, and Lance's legs straightened, pushing against the backs of the chairs in the row in front of them. His vision went white and he groaned, long and softly. Pulse after pulse of cum shot out into Sian's open mouth and still she kept pumping. Only when he grabbed her hand and stopped her did her pumping stop. She closed her mouth while staring into his eyes and swallowed, and Lance shuddered again. The haze of horniness was now gone, and Lance looked around with a panic. A plump, mousy girl in front of them looked away with a blush, but no one else seemed to have noticed.
Refocusing on the girl in front of him, Lance watched as Sian leaned back against the chair behind her with a dazed smile on her face. He reached forward and grabbed her arm, softly shaking her. Her eyes fluttered open.
