by Julie Law
Morgana kissed Arthur’s throat, her arms surrounding the blonde and hugging her. When she spoke she did so by murmuring at Arthur’s ear, her voice edged with her lust. “You’re the king, behave as it and take what you want.”
Arthur resisted for some moments before she gave in and kissed Morgana, her hands cupping the dark haired woman’s buttocks and pressing them tighter together.
Morgana grinned into the kiss, before she gestured for the small cot where she slept the night. They moved towards it and Morgana made Arthur lie down, before she climbed atop the blonde.
Arthur swallowed as Morgana straddled her, the witch’s breasts bared to her sight. She resisted the temptation to reach out and grab them, but Morgana knew her better than that and picked her hands, putting them against her mounds.
The former princess moaned at the touch and let her own hands reach down and caress Arthur’s breasts, startling the blonde with the motion. She smiled down at the King of Camelot and then kissed her, her mouth dominating Arthur’s without difficulty.
The blonde let her, enjoying the witch’s motion too much to care.
After a moment’s pause Morgana started gliding down her body, and Arthur swallowed, not quite knowing what the other woman was going to do – but knowing she was going to enjoy it.
Morgana paused with her mouth above Arthur’s core, looking right at the blonde’s eyes. She smirked, leaned down and licked Arthur’s slit from bottom to top in one wet swipe of her tongue, making the blonde shudder in pleasure.
Arthur couldn’t resist.
She moaned as the former princess licked her, the other woman’s tongue entering her and tasting, while fingers teased her clit and nether lips.
She put her hands on Morgana’s head, pushing the woman down. She wanted to come, to feel the same pleasure she had felt when Morgana’s mouth had brought her to orgasm a few minutes before.
Morgana knew it and let the pressure build, reaching down and letting her tongue enter Arthur as far as it could, until she felt like she could taste Arthur’s pleasure. Then she withdrew, slowly, hearing Arthur’s moans of complaint.
“Don’t worry.” She said, meeting Arthur’s eyes. She shook the bracelet Arthur put on her pulse the day before, the one that blocked her powers. “Take it off; I want to spell you again.”
Even through the maze of pleasure Morgana had put her in, Arthur hesitated, but then she grabbed the bracelet and took it off.
For one moment Morgana felt like the most powerful person in the world. Arthur didn’t have Excalibur with her and Morgana had her full powers back; the King of Camelot was at her complete mercy.
She smirked and moved up Arthur’s body, until she stood face to face with the blonde. Then she kissed her, spelling her again.
The two of them watched as Arthur slowly grew a cock once again, the appendage standing tall and erect.
Morgana smirked at the woman beneath her and then passed one of her legs over Arthur’s body, positioning herself so that her sex was above the hard prick.
Arthur looked at Morgana’s eyes, simply watching as the dark haired witch let herself slowly move down. She moaned when Morgana’s nether lips touched the head of her cock.
The former princess grabbed Arthur’s member and steadied it, before she let herself sink down, feeling great pleasure as the hard flesh passed through her nether lips and entered her.
Bit by bit, Arthur’s prick advanced through her depths, until she felt her inner thighs hitting the blonde’s body.
Morgana moaned, almost pained.
This cock was bigger than the one she had spelled before, almost too big, yet Morgana loved it anyway and her eyes fluttered close as she started to move up and down.
Arthur moaned as Morgana started riding her, seeing her cock disappear into the witch’s body and reappear when the dark haired woman moved.
Once she got used to the sensations she reached up and grabbed Morgana’s waist, steading their bodies, making their motions faster and more controlled.
Morgana would move up until only the tip of Arthur’s prick remained inside of her and then she would sink down, filling her cunt once again.
Sweat adorned their bodies and moans escaped from their mouths. Morgana grabbed her breasts and crushed them together, trying to feel one more smitten of pleasure, something that made it possibly for her to reach that peak and orgasm.
Soon enough Morgana started to feel it, as Arthur started to thrust her hips against her, fucking her with all her strength.
They came at the same time, Morgana’s pussy tightening painfully around Arthur’s appendage and the blonde moaning as she was engulfed by Morgana’s warmth. Arthur’s cock exploded, releasing its seed inside the dark haired woman.
The two of them laid against one another afterwards, their breasts pressed together, Morgana’s mouth close to Arthur’s throat. They stayed still for the most part, enjoying their afterglow.
Eventually Morgana started kissing Arthur, starting with a peck on the lips and moving to kiss the woman’s throat and collarbone, making the blonde moan in pleasure.
Morgana felt sore, her pussy raw from Arthur’s thrusts, but she didn’t care about it – she wanted to keep kissing the woman beneath her, to take her in her arms and own her.
Arthur kissed her back, putting her arms around Morgana and pressing their bodies together, until the dark haired witch settled back, once again, on her place atop Arthur’s body.
“Did you like it?” Morgana asked her tone mischievous.
Arthur laughed – something she hadn’t done in a long time. She looked at Morgana’s eyes, her joy shinning through. “Yes, I’ve never felt something so amazing.”
“Good.” Morgana said, before she settled her head atop Arthur’s chest, looking so much like a bedraggled cat that Arthur laughed again.
Arthur stayed like that until the sun was shining on her face. She tried to move but Morgana’s dead weight didn’t let her.
When she focused on the other woman’s face she realized Morgana was sleeping and after some thought she decided to let her and remained like that.
People would speak, once it was known that she had spent the morning with Morgana, and she wouldn’t fool herself – people would find out, especially seeing as the two of them were startling loud.
But right then, in that moment, Arthur didn’t care and she left herself fall asleep with her lover’s body atop of her.
Chapter 3
Morgana couldn’t help but think it was amusing how someone’s life could change so quickly.
In less than a month she went from being a wanted criminal, a dangerous sorceress ruthlessly pursued by the Kingdom of Camelot, to the mistress of the king of said kingdom and being treated like a queen.
Citizens nodded their heads at her wherever she went; she had two knights always accompanying her, serving as her guides and bodyguards.
People respected her.
Or at least they feared her enough it seemed like it – both for her magic and her proximity to Arthur.
Her relationship with the blonde had turned out to be different from what Morgana might have thought. She believed Arthur would regret what she had done and try to end their affair, but the blonde surprised her and acknowledged her publicly.
Everyone on Camelot knew Morgana was their king’s mistress.
The dark haired witch sighed as she looked around.
She was standing in one of Camelot’s gardens, a place of savage beauty with flowers and fruit trees all around her, her guards standing some distance away, letting her gaze around one of her preferred places as a child.
She missed Arthur.
It was ironic in a way; they had been together that same morning, but Morgana missed her all the same. She was starting to realize she felt more than just lust for the blonde.
Morgana had to resign herself to seat down and wait for Arthur to come to her; she didn’t know anyone she could call her friend in the city – it was lonely in a way
, but then that was the life she chose.
A commotion some time later forced to pay attention to her surroundings, and Morgana watched as a dark haired woman, dressed in an impressive golden dress passed by her guards without a glance, leaving her own attendants with them.
Morgana smirked.
It seemed that after some weeks, Arthur’s wife had finally decided to confront her.
Guinevere stopped a few feet away from Morgana and glared at the witch.
The other woman replied by letting her gaze take in Guinevere’s figure, eyes slowly roving over the queen’s body.
Guinevere was beautiful, with long dark curly hair and a pale complexion. Her lips were ruby red and her eyes green, her figure fit and curvaceous.
Morgana figured Arthur’s wife was about her age and once she really focused on it, she realized that wasn’t where their similarities ended – the two of them could almost be mistaken for sisters; their faces had similar cuts to it, only their eyes and forms were different.
The witch prided herself in the fact she was taller than Guinevere.
When the silence stretched between them, she smirked. “Is there something I can do for you, my queen?”
Guinevere’s mouth tightened. “You can leave my husband alone, sorceress.”
Morgana laughed. “You must be mistaken, my lady, Arthur is the one who comes to me, not the opposite.”
The witch could see Guinevere clenching her fists and resisted the urge to gloat. Arthur’s wife couldn’t harm her in anyway and it might be fun to play with her, or at least it was certainly better than being bored out of her mind.
“She only goes to you because you did something to her, somehow enchanted her with your powers.” The queen of Camelot said, her tone calmer than her words would suggest. “Undo it, or when Merlin returns he will destroy you.”
Morgana’s answering smirk was cruel. “I didn’t have to use my magic to seduce Arthur. She was quite willing to play with me once I showed her I wanted to; almost as if she had never done that before.”
Guinevere reddened, anger coloring her face.
“I wonder why that was.” Morgana continued, knowing she had the other woman on the ropes. “Maybe her wife isn’t paying her any attention?”
“You have no right to interfere with my relationship with Arthur. It’s none of your business.” Guinevere said through her gritted teeth.
“Or maybe…” Morgana continued, as if the other woman hadn’t spoken. “It’s because you spent all your time with that dashing knight. What is his name?”
Guinevere paled.
“Lancelot, isn’t it?” Morgana finished, smiling cruelly.
“How…” Guinevere started, her voice fading away before she finished.
“How do you think I managed to run for so long?” Morgana asked, turning her back on the other woman and starting to walk. Guinevere followed her reluctantly. “I have spies in your kingdom, people who always warned me when Arthur was close to me. She must have realized it, because I had no warning this time.”
“You can’t tell her.” Guinevere said, almost pleading.
The dark haired witch smirked. “I won’t … if you behave. I was quite surprised when my spies told me of your activities; I figured Arthur would have a prude for a wife and not someone who would fuck her knights.”
Morgana moved towards her quarters – she was living in one of the towers of Camelot’s main castle – and Guinevere followed, hesitant and afraid of what was to come.
Their guards stopped at the entrance to the tower, Morgana ordering them to stand down. When they hesitated, Guinevere nodded and they followed the witch’s orders.
Guinevere followed Morgana up the stairs and into the woman’s bedroom, her steps light and insecure. She was afraid, knowing the other woman could destroy her with a few words in Arthur’s ear, and afraid of whatever Morgana had planned for her.
“I think it’s amusing you came to warn me away from Arthur when you’re having an affair as well. Why was that?” Morgana asked, seating herself on her bed and looking at Guinevere.
The Queen of Camelot remained standing, fidgeting under Morgana’s blue eyes, and shrugged.
Morgana’s eyes narrowed and she leaned forward, and then laughed. “You’re jealous.”
Her voice was amused and Guinevere couldn’t help but bristling at it. “Of course I am. Arthur’s my spouse.”
“And yet, you’re cheating on her.” Morgana pointed out.
Guinevere looked away.
She wasn’t proud of her betrayal, but Lancelot had comforted her when she was alone and confused. It was easy to love him, unlike Arthur whose heart, most often than not, was as hard as a rock.
Morgana’s eyes widened and she laughed again. “You love Arthur, but she doesn’t touch you, does she? She leaves you alone at night, cold and unfulfilled. You wanted more and Lancelot gave it to you.”
Guinevere opened her mouth to deny it, but then closed it, knowing Morgana was right. She bit her lip, thinking about some way to make the other woman keep quiet about her discovery.
Morgana looked at Guinevere with pity, startling herself for one moment.
The other woman made her remember the months before her wedding, when Morgana believed she would live a loveless and lonely life with a person that did not care for her.
Almost without thinking about it, she moved and faced the queen of Camelot.
Guinevere startled as Morgana caressed her face, her hand soft and gentle.
“Do you want to know how I seduced Arthur?” Morgana asked her voice barely more than a whisper.
Guinevere nodded shyly, unnerved by the other woman’s attitude.
“I did it with a kiss.” Morgana continued, leaning forward and giving a peck on Guinevere’s lips. “Kind of like this.”
The young queen resisted the urge to lean back from the witch’s grasp, afraid of how Morgana would react to it. She didn’t know what to do.
Morgana knew she was bothering Guinevere and was amused by it. “But her kiss had something extra, something she enjoyed a great deal; something magical.”
Those words were enough for Guinevere to waken from the almost trance Morgana had on her.
She moved backwards, trying to gain some distance from the other woman, never taking her eyes of Morgana. “So you did use magic to seduce Arthur.”
“No.” Morgana said, shaking her head. “What my magic did was allow her an easier way to show her appreciation for me. It just gave her a cock for a bit.”
Guinevere needed several seconds to understand the other woman’s words. “What?”
Morgana nodded at the Queen’s stupefied look. “The only thing I did was give Arthur a cock, the rest was on her.”
“This is ridiculous.” Guinevere said, turning her back on the witch and moving towards the door. “I’m not going to hear more of it.”
She grasped the door’s knob and tried to open it, but it was looked.
Guinevere turned to Morgana and found the other woman smirking. “Unlock it.”
Morgana didn’t reply and started undressing.
Guinevere looked away.
She feared the witch’s intentions, knowing she wouldn’t be able to resist Morgana’s magic if the other woman decided to use it. The young queen thought about running towards the window and scream for help, but they were too high and people might not hear her – and she didn’t want to see what Morgana would do to her then.
The queen couldn’t help but shudder as she heard Morgana’s heavy dress fall to the ground and her eyes flitted over the other woman, finding her completely naked.
Morgana smiled at Guinevere and then, in front of the woman’s startled eyes, she spelled herself, making a cock grow – much like the one Arthur had sported previously.
Guinevere opened her mouth and closed it without saying anything, confused. Had Morgana been telling the truth before? She knew magic could do almost anything, but she never imagined someone would use it fo
r something like that.
When the young queen realized she had spent the past half-minute with her eyes glued to Morgana’s new appendage, she looked away, embarrassed.
Morgana used the other woman’s consternation to deliver her point home. “This is how I seduced her. I gave her a cock and then willingly let her sate her lust on me.” The witch said, moving towards Arthur’s wife.
Guinevere watched her come, Morgana’s cock swinging from side to side in an almost hypnotic manner. When the witch stopped a foot away from her, Guinevere looked up at Morgana’s amused face. She reddened.
Morgana caressed Guinevere’s face once again. “There’s no reason for us to be enemies.” She said with her voice low, inciting. “We can be the best of friends, the two of us.”
Guinevere hesitated. “Why should I be your friend?”
Morgana smiled. “Because I’ll give you want you want. I’ll make Arthur capable of making love to you as you always desired; because if we are friends, I don’t have to tell Arthur about your dalliances with Lancelot. And because you’ll enjoy it.” The witch finished, leaning forward and kissing Guinevere on the mouth.
Her lips barely touched the queen’s and then she leaned back.
Guinevere looked uncertain. She wanted Arthur – she had always wanted the other woman, even as she was right now, but the blonde had never let her near.
Morgana was offering her deepest wish and Guinevere was tempted, but she was afraid it was a trap, that the witch would use this to destroy her and assume her place at Arthur’s side.
Morgana saw her indecision and gave her a push, knowing anything could change the outcome of this conversation. “Kneel.” She whispered, her voice making the queen’s knees weak.
Guinevere did as she said and knelt.
She was tired of being afraid, of always risking being discovered with Lancelot when she didn’t truly love him. All she wanted was Arthur and Morgana was offering her on a plate.
She would take a leap of faith and hope the witch wasn’t tricking her – she couldn’t continue living like this.
Guinevere opened her eyes and faced Morgana’s cock.
