I closed the door to my chambers with a soft click, leaning against it and letting out a heavy sigh. My heart raced in my chest, my breaths coming in short gasps. I couldn't believe everything that happened.

Lancelot... We kissed passionately, and more than that, we almost had... No, I couldn't even think about it. The thought made me shiver with both desire and dread. If Morgana had discovered us, or worse, if Arthur ever found out – Avalon would be destroyed, and it would all be my fault.

As I paced the room, the weight of my actions bore down upon me. The forbidden encounter replayed in my mind, our bodies pressing together, our breaths mingling as we pleasured each other. I could still feel the ghost of Lancelot's touch on my skin. Guilt and fear mixed with my desire as I contemplated the consequences of our reckless behaviour. How could I have allowed this to happen? Was it worth risking everything for one stolen moment with him?

"I'm a fool," I whispered to myself, my voice trembling. I couldn't let this happen again. And yet, part of me craved more of Lancelot's touch, his tender embrace, and the way his eyes seemed to search my very soul.

"Stop it!" I chastised myself, clenching my fists at my sides. "You cannot allow this to continue."

I knew I needed to bury these feelings, to focus on my duties as Queen and the peace I sought to bring to my people. But the thought of never experiencing Lancelot's touch again was almost unbearable.

"I must stay away from him," I muttered, trying to force myself to believe it. "For the sake of Avalon."

With a heavy heart, I began to undress. My fingers trembled as they unclasped the intricately embroidered crimson gown, letting it pool around my feet. As I stepped out of the fabric, I couldn't help but think of Lancelot's strong hands, his warm, expert fingers... I shook my head, trying to shake away the memories that threatened to consume me.

I stood there for a moment, completely exposed in front of the mirror, my naked form bathed in moonlight streaming through the window. My thoughts wandered to the forbidden, imagining how Lancelot's skilled hands would feel gliding over my breasts, teasing my nipples until they stood erect, desperate for more attention. The thought sent shivers down my spine, a flush of desire spreading through me.

"Stop," I told myself firmly as I slid onto the bed, trying to banish the sinful thoughts from my mind. But my body seemed to have a mind of its own, my hand roaming between my legs, feeling the dampness that had formed there, betraying my desires.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, causing my heart to leap into my throat. Panic coursed through me as I snatched up the sheets, covering my naked body. But when I saw Lancelot standing in the doorway, relief washed over me, quickly followed by a resurgence of the desire I'd been struggling to suppress. He looked strikingly handsome and utterly intoxicating, his muscular frame filling the doorway, his green eyes dark with lust.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" I stammered, my voice barely audible.

"My Queen, I've come to finish what we started," he replied, his voice low and seductive. "I can't stop thinking about you... ever since our dance at the wedding."

Fuck... me neither.

"Someone could find out..." I whispered, the fear of discovery warring with the desire that flooded my veins.

"Let them," Lancelot declared, his eyes locked on mine. "I don't care. I need you."

After a moment's hesitation, I caved into my desires. Who was I kidding? I was dying to fuck him.

"Close the door," I said quietly, my voice trembling with anticipation.

I hesitated for a moment before I discarded the sheets, baring my naked body to Lancelot's hungry gaze. His eyes devoured every inch of me, from my full breasts to the delicate curve of my hips and the softness of my thighs. With a boldness I didn't know I possessed, I gestured towards him. "Undress," I commanded, my voice filled with desire.

"As you wish, my Queen," he replied with a teasing grin.

Slowly, he began to remove his doublet, revealing the powerful muscles of his chest beneath. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him unbutton his shirt, each motion unveiling more of his chiselled torso and perfect abs. Biting my lip, I felt the wetness between my legs increase, the throbbing ache of desire intensifying.

Next, Lancelot removed his boots and then his pants, releasing his massive, beautiful erect cock. It stood proudly before me, and I couldn't help but think how much I longed to take it into my mouth, to taste him and bring him pleasure. At my command, Lancelot turned around slowly, allowing me to admire his round buttocks and muscular broad back. Some scars adorned his skin, hinting at his warrior nature, but they only served to make him even more enticing to me.

"May I approach, my Queen?" he asked playfully, a charming smile dancing on his lips.

"You may," I laughed, unable to contain my excitement any longer.

I spread my legs as he crawled onto the bed, his lean, powerful body pressing against mine and sending shivers down my spine. His touch was tender as he caressed my face and hair, a genuine warmth in his voice as he whispered, "I've been dreaming about this moment."

With that, he captured my lips in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together as if sharing a secret language of desire. My hands roamed across Lancelot's chest and back, finally reaching his firm ass, while he trailed kisses from my neck to my chest and down to my belly, leaving a fiery path in their wake.

"Please," I gasped, overcome by the intensity of my need for him. "Fuck me," I whispered, my voice quivering with desire.

The handsome knight smiled, his green eyes alight with a mix of tenderness and passion.

"Whatever may please my Queen," he replied, and I shivered at the raw sensuality in his voice.

He leaned down and took one of my hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently and sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. At the same time, his strong hand roamed over my other breast, teasing and caressing the sensitive flesh. My breaths grew ragged as Lancelot's other hand slipped between my thighs, parting my slick folds to stroke my throbbing clit.

"Ah, Lancelot," I moaned, gasping as his fingers worked their magic on my most sensitive spot. He looked up at me with a devilish grin, and I could see how much he enjoyed bringing me such pleasure.

His skilled touch soon had me writhing beneath him as he increased the pace of his ministrations. His fingers dipped inside my wetness, curling to reach my G-spot, while his thumb continued to rub circles around my clit. The sensation was indescribable, like a storm building within me, ready to unleash its full fury.

"Please... don't stop," I begged, my voice barely audible above my own moans. "Go faster!" I panted.

Lancelot only smirked and continued his relentless assault on my senses, driving me closer and closer to the edge of reason.

"Look at me, my Queen," he commanded, and I obeyed, locking my gaze onto his as my hips bucked against his hand. The intensity of his stare only fueled the fire that burned within me, and I felt my climax approaching like an unstoppable force.

"La-Lancelot! Yeees!" I cried out, gripping the sheets tightly as my orgasm washed over me. It was a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed through my body, leaving me breathless and trembling. My juices flowed down my thighs, evidence of the ecstasy he had brought me.

Lancelot's lips curled into a broad smile as he slowly licked off my sweet nectar from his fingers. He then softly kissed me on the forehead and gently ran his fingers through my hair while I recovered.

"You are truly beautiful," he whispered.

As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, Lancelot's eyes never left mine. The love and devotion I saw in them made my heart swell, and for a moment, I forgot about the danger our tryst posed.

Panting, I reached for Lancelot's throbbing cock, feeling the heat and strength of him beneath my fingers. "Now's your turn," I whispered seductively, stroking his length, delighting in the moan that escaped his lips.

He caught my hand, stilling it. "Not yet," he murmured into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "I'll make you cum again before my turn, my Queen."

The thought of experiencing such pleasure once more brought a smile to my face. As I searched into his eyes I noticed the intensity of his gaze – he would do anything to make me happy. "Call me Guinevere," I told him softly. "When we are alone... call me Guinevere."

"Guinevere." He repeated my name, his green eyes shining with emotion. The connection between us grew stronger, more intimate, as he warned me to brace myself before grabbing my ankles and pulling my legs apart. Then, without further ado, he buried his head between my thighs.

"Ah!" I gasped, feeling the warmth of his breath against my sensitive flesh. Lancelot began by showering gentle kisses upon my inner thighs, teasing me, leaving me aching for more. When his tongue finally made contact with my pussy, it elicited a whimper from deep within my chest.

Slowly, almost torturously, Lancelot licked across my swollen folds, each stroke setting my nerves alight. His pace quickened, and he focused on my clit, sucking it expertly as I writhed beneath him. My hands moved to my breasts, tugging at my nipples to heighten the sensations coursing through my body. Moans parted from my lips and I found myself drooling, dampening the silk sheets below me.

Lancelot licked his fingers before slipping them inside me, reigniting the fire that burned within. He held me in place with one hand on my hip, while the other worked its magic on my G-spot, rubbing it furiously, making me lose control. His tongue continued its relentless assault on my clit, hurtling me towards the edge of ecstasy.

"Please... La-Lancelot!" The name tore itself from my throat as pleasure threatened to consume me. He didn't relent, his fingers and tongue pushing me further and further until I could bear it no longer. His licks came faster and harder as I felt my impending climax coming closer with every pass of his expert tongue.

My orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, drowning me in ecstasy, leaving me trembling and spent beneath him. It was more potent than before, more intense, and as I lay there, struggling to catch my breath, I wondered if I would ever be able to resist this man again – or if I even wanted to.

With my body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure, I couldn't help but crave more. "Lancelot, please," I begged, looking into his hungry green eyes. "I need you inside me."

"Your wish is my command, Guinevere," he murmured, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

I reached out to take hold of his hard and veined shaft, guiding it to my lips and tasting the sweet pre-cum that had gathered at the tip. I moaned as I took him deeper into my mouth, enjoying the sensations of his hardness between my lips and the way his hips bucked ever so slightly.

"Guinevere," Lancelot gasped, pleasure etched across his handsome features.

I felt him swell within me, his breathing coming in ragged gasps as he fought for control. His thrusts became more frantic as I sucked his throbbing cock, drool coming out of the edges of my mouth. But soon, he gently pulled away, a devilish grin on his lips. "As much as I'm enjoying this, I want to give you what you asked for."

He manoeuvred me onto the bed, positioning me atop his muscular thighs, the heat of his erection pressing insistently against my dripping core. I steadied myself, one hand gripping his broad shoulder while the other guided him to my entrance. As he slowly pushed inside, the sensation of being filled by his impressive length sent waves of ecstasy coursing through me.

"Fuck, Lancelot," I breathed, my nails digging into his skin. Our eyes remained locked, unspoken words passing between us as I began to move, rising and falling in an enticing rhythm that had both of us panting and moaning with each sensual thrust.

His hands roamed my body, teasing my erect nipples and causing me to shudder with delight. In response, I let my fingers wander between my legs, finding my swollen clit and rubbing it fervently, adding to the overwhelming pleasure that engulfed me.

"Guinevere, you feel incredible," Lancelot groaned, his lips finding my nipple and suckling greedily, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my centre.

"Cum inside me," I gasped, our bodies slick with sweat as we moved together in perfect harmony. The room was filled with the sounds of our lovemaking and the knowledge that what we were doing was forbidden only heightened the intensity of my pleasure.

As our movements grew more frantic, our eyes remained locked on one another; unspoken words exchanged through the language of touch. I could feel the pressure building inside me, the familiar coil of pleasure tightening. Lancelot must have sensed it too, for his thrusts became deeper and more insistent, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Guinevere," he whispered, his voice strained with desire.

And with that, we both tumbled over the edge, our orgasms crashing through us like a tempestuous storm. Our cries of release mingled and echoed throughout the chamber, our bodies writhing together as we clung to each other. I felt Lancelot's seed releasing inside me, his warm semen running down my thighs.

As our breathing slowed and our heartbeats returned to normal, we lay entwined, our hands clasped together as if scared to let go. Although no words were spoken, I knew that our connection had been forever sealed.

 

While we remained in bed, my fingers traced gentle patterns across Lancelot's sweat-slicked skin, my heart still pounding from the intensity of our lovemaking. The lingering warmth of his touch provided a fragile comfort against the questions that had begun to gnaw at the edges of my mind. But I couldn't keep them to myself any longer.

"Who are you, Lancelot?" I asked hesitantly, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I heard you speaking with Morgana... You were helping the fae of Broceliande Forest."

Lancelot's face took on an unfathomable expression as he disentangled himself from our embrace and sat up on the bed. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, taking a deep breath before responding.

"Do you really want to know?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

I nodded, eager for the truth but also afraid of what it might reveal.

"Very well," he sighed, a tremor running through his powerful frame. "I am not the son of Lord Benoic and Lady Elaine. I am a fae... from Llyn. I'm the son of the Lady of the Lake."

My heart caught in my throat as his words sank in. A mix of surprise and pity washed over me, for I knew all too well what Arthur had done to the Lady of the Lake and her kingdom.