Lancelot Part 14

The Queen and her Knight.

Arthur returned victorious from his war, and he see to it that all who had served him would be rewarded. His first reward was to his Queen with the treasures that he had gathered, and she was to be received his pent up loads inside of him. He said to her, that he is sure this time, she would borne him a heir and that would complete their union. Once he had done his lover commitment, Arthur was at his Round Table with his knights. Every one had a share of his loot and  soon he was ears to listen to them on their news. As soon as the King opened up, Lancelot raised the issue of his father's land. He asked for Arthur to lend him an army to re-take back his land from the pretender to that land. Arthur in his joyous mood, assigned a column of army to Lancelot. The battle was successful and Lancelot reclaimed his father's land while King Claudas was killed.

That also took Lancelot away from Camelot and he was happy at that. Since he reclaimed his rights, he was also hounded by many well wishers and Kings' who felt that Lancelot is a worthy ally if not potential lover for their daughters. One of them was King Fisher' daughter, Elaine of Corbenic; a fair lady with an eye for the man she loved must be gallant and famous. She was always in the company of Morgana, as flocks of man comes to worship Morgana although she flirt with some and denied the other of her attention. Elaine was not one to pick the leftovers or discarded, but she favors the rivalry with Morgana. That was how they became good friends.

"Lady Morgana, tell me about this Lancelot. I hear he is ...jousting with the Queen. Does the King knows?" Elaine was sitting with Morgana at the private corner of the castle of King Fisher. She invited Morgana over once she heard that Lancelot is now a master of vast lands.

"A rumor, my dear. One that was fanned by someone, picked up by anyone, and everyone now hears it, but no one would owned up on it." Lady Morgana looked at the younger lady. "Have you seen Lancelot?"

"No, I have not." Elaine lied as her father just visited Lancelot with her in tow. "Not up close anyway."

They both laughed but Morgana taunt her.

"You are like the dove to his hawkish feature. How else can he had noticed of you?" Morgan said to Elaine. "Lancelot is the finest among the finest. He won many battles and was never defeated."

"But I hear he does not mixed well with the ladies.....he may be....uh, you know.... " Morgana smiled at Elaine. "However he does have a long one. Like a horse."

They laughed at their snide remarks but then Elaine was intrigued by this knight. She met him casually then as she was dragged by her father when she was to be visited by another Lord Brannigan whom she had flirted on several occasions. The last was only last week at the creek when he wanted to take on her modesty but she playfully refused him initially on the reason that she prefer it intact for her wedding. He had been insistent and she had kicked him in the groin. That day, he was coming back to grovel at her feet again but her father had to chaperoned her to see the new Lord of Benwick. Her first glance was that he looked old, and he is as the years that separate them was almost five then. He does have the looks of a Lord with his tall frame and frame muscular body, but then again, he talks naught of love but of battles and foes. Such a bore, she said to herself. But now with Lady Morgana expressing that he is a fine catch and the possibility that he could be preferring the Queen, makes her more determined to know him.

"Elaine, how about you come over to Camelot this weekend? I am arranging a feast for the safe return of Arthur and you can meet Lancelot there." Lady Morgana expressed her invitation to Elaine.

"Wouldn't the Queen be upset if she sees me with him? After all, she is in love with him." Elaine mocked back to her friend.

"You vile creature, how can you be compared to the Queen? She is not as pure as you are. And if I guessed right, Lancelot may also be pure too in there too."

"You meant he has not done to a lady before....." They both laughed.

"May I present Lady Elaine of Corbenic." Morgana introduced her friend to Lancelot during the feast. He was standing there all alone when the two ladies approached him. Elaine did a low curtsy in her silvery yellow off shoulder gown. She is beautiful in that gown which accentuate all her finer curves and roundness to the delight of many who stood afar to see her.

"We met before, my Lady. Your father was in my estate the other week." Lancelot gracefully accepted her bow, and offered her his hand. "Today, you made me regret not having spend time talking to you then. My sincere apologies."

"I am pleased to meet you again, Sir Lancelot. Please do not apologies as that day, my father was most keen to speak to you. He did not even allowed me to interrupt as he knows your time is very precious and there are few occasions for him to see you. I am his daughter and I understand his needs and urgency."

"Then be it, I shall devote my time to you tonight." Lancelot took up the hands of the young lady and offered her a dance. He excused himself from Morgana and took to the dance floor with his new companion.

"Lady Morgana, I can see that you have created a new gossip for the ladies. Surely, Lancelot is too old for her." Merlin who slipped up to the lady and whispered in her ears.

"I care for my half brother and does want to see him disappointed in knowing that his Queen may not be sharing only his bedding." Morgana whispered back to Merlin. He was taken aback, and then he smiled.

"I think your plan could be working. She is upset from the looks of here." Merlin motioned to Morgana to look at the Queen who is sitting next to the King and holding her goblet of wine at her lips while her eyes are on the couple at the dance floor. She stared at them as they strut their moves, and then she looked at Arthur who is so busy with his wine and swapping battle tales with his knights. He cares not to asked even his love for a dance. She then looked at Merlin who is whispering at Morgana; most likely on her or Arthur. Merlin had never liked her and even once protested against their union as he felt she was not to his requirement.

The more she thinks of her love or her failure at it, was causing her the anger. She called on more wine to be served to her as she tried to watch the other people in the Hall but her eyes keep on coming back to Lancelot. Now he is taking the young lady to the open yard and possibility the garden. She excused herself and went up the flooring to her chamber which over looked the garden. She walked out the wall opening and looked for the couple should they be there. They were at the daffodils bed, and have a good chat.

Lancelot was asked by Elaine to take a walk outside as she felt the air in the Hall too much for her. He obliged as he felt it was a good opportunity to get away from Guinevere. He has been catching glances of her as she sat there by like a proper Queen, and waiting on her King. He wanted so much to walked up to her but he had to hold himself back as he fears the rumors would come more vividly if he does that. He has been avoiding her since Arthur's return going on his own battles but he finds his lonely time are on the her in her image that night when he saw her stepped outside of Arthur's chamber. He knows she belongs to Arthur but yet she is so lonely and in need of love.

"Lancelot? Are you with me?" Elaine asked of him as they stood at the garden.

"Yes, Elaine. I was admiring the flowers. What are they called?" Lancelot tried to create a subject so they can talk. He has been doing it from wine to her gown, with each subject only to last a sentence or a few questions.

"Daffodils; its the flower of honesty. One of them signify truth in the bloom. Are you an honest man, Lancelot?" Elaine asked of him.

"Me? Honest? Yes, I am." Lancelot stammered back. He was rather taken aback by her question.

"Then tell me the truth. Why are you without a lady love?" That question caused Lancelot to blush but he paused to think of an answer.

"Who said I am not? I am in love with a lady, but she does not know it as yet. Or maybe she knows but she won't tell."

"May I know who that lucky lady may be?" Elaine asked back keenly.

"Oh, its you, my Lady. I am in love with you." Lancelot mocked at her as he thought she was just pulling a fast one on him. He leaned over to give her a kiss on her cheek. Elaine blushed at the gesture and pulled at his hand to return back to the Hall.

Guinevere saw the kiss and then the hands pulling of Lancelot back to the Hall. She sighed as she relented inside her, that she is fated to live her life in misery with a man who does not know love but battle. Speaking of which, that man has just walked in to her chamber. He is drunk and looked uncomfortable to her. She knows his mood now but she is just not in sync.

"Guinevere, did you enjoyed yourself?" He walked up to her and embraced her smelling of meat and wine on him. He kissed her on the lips and rubbed his hands on her back.

"I am telling you the tales of conquest makes me a very bad man." He laughed at his own joke. "How bad am I? I would show you."

Arthur reached down and drew down the front of his legging. He shove his pelvis forth at her. She pushed him away as she was not in the mood for his joust at this time but he was beyond the grounds of saying no. He pushed back to the bedding and topple her over on it. He reached for the hem of her gown and pulled them up before he climbed onto her. He pushed and pulled until he had his way. She just lie there with her hands covering her mouth from the discomfort she is having.

Suddenly, he rolled over and sat up.

"What's wrong with you, woman?" Arthur shouted out. "Am I not good enough for you? You are dry as a wash stone on a sunny day. And more to it, you smelled like rotten fish."

Guinevere got up and smoothen her gown before she apologies.

"I am unwell, my Lord. Please forgive me." She reached out to him with her hand but he brushed her off.

"Since our wedding, have I not served you? But what have I got; nothing for me to hold and declare as my heir." Arthur glared at her. "Are you barren in the womb? Or am I not doing it right?"

He did not wait for her reply. He just put on his legging and left the chamber. Guinevere saw him leave and she dropped back on her bed crying her tears. She felt so hurt in her heart and also in her body, that he had rejected her. She had tried to hard and yet he felt no sympathy to her needs. Her mind then move to the one person she felt could had offered her that but he is with another lady now. Guinevere placed her hand on her breast and pressed down hard on it. She wants to hear the beat of her own heart as someone would had if he had loved her to be listen to it.

"Lancelot...."She spoke out in the soft tone. "Why can't you be mine? Where is my gallant knight when his Queen needs him?"

There was no reply as she let her tears flowed. There would be no answer from her heart but she can get that answer if she had a change of her heart.

Elaine asked the servant to place Lancelot on the bedding in the spare bedroom at Camelot. They are trusted servants of Morgana and their discretion can be arranged. Once they have left the chamber, she latched the door, and walked to the bedding where Lancelot lay asleep. She stood there to stared at him although this is not her first time, she is in a chamber with a man but this time, its her in the command. She had resisted advances from others before when they thought that she can be easily swayed by their charms or looks, but she fought hard and loud to denounce her amorous admirers. Once, one of them was forced to fight her father's champion for her honor, and he was mortally wounded in the bout but he still declared his desire for her.

She smiled at herself that why would so many would want her and yet she declined them. She saw a polished metal plate nearby which reflect her image. She there a young woman not of beauty but of the desirable nature; many would had said she is vixen to be bedded. She laughed at her own vile thoughts and then looked back to the one man she had actually found desire. It was not before but this evening as they danced and speak, she felt her heart flutter every time he looks at her.

But why? He is older than her, and above it all, he desires another; a Queen which is above her in the social ranking. She is just a noble man' daughter, or one that can be considered a simple girl compared to the other well endowed ladies with rubies that garlanded on their neck.

"Elaine....Elaine....you are humbling yourself." She said to herself. He is the greatest and even the Queen could not get him for he is beyond her reach, but maybe not for me. Maybe he needs a bait to hold his attention.

He is desirable; a gallant knight and wonderful gentleman. His hands were at their rightful places during our dance, and yet he held out the glass for me first.

She stared at him again; looking at the man breathing in deep and loud. Then he moved in his sleep ever slightly and mumbled some words she could not hear. She thinks he may need to wipe off his sweat, so she took to leaned on the bed and dab at his head with her long wide sleeves of the gown. He reached up and grabbed her hand.

"Guinevere, do not leave me. ..........I know I been away but I .....can't bear to see with him. He does not....." Lancelot mumbled in his dream. "love you like I do."

In his dream, he was lying next to Guinevere at the creek hidden from the any passerby, and he had held her right hand to confess his feelings. He leaned over as he pulled her up to be kissed on the lips. He did not just kissed her, but he opened his mouth to used his tongue to rolled over her lips. She responded back and their tongues were in contact.

Elaine tried to pulled away from the hold that Lancelot had grabbed on her, but she find herself more engaging to the kiss on her lips. She wanted to tell him to stop but when she opened her mouth, he had invaded her with his tongue. She gave up on her resistance and forced her lips onto his. Then she felt herself being pushed over and he was over her. His lips are over her mouth and then at her cheeks before it was sealed at her eyes. She dare not open her eyes for she fear she would scream or run in fright. Part of her tells her to maintain her sanity; her virtue; and also above all, this man does not love her. But part of her, is reckless to commit the one thing she had save in her; to him and only him I shall devote.

"Urghh!" She moaned out as his lips have trailed down to her lower neck. He has been gentle and yet rough on certain areas; nibbling at her earlobes, and now nudging deep into her upper bosom. She reached with her hands to pulled him but she find herself holding him down more. She arched her back to received his lips while her hands went up to grabbed his head. She felt him getting more adventurous; she smiled at her own thoughts, but not for long.

Lancelot laid a trail of his kisses to her bosom and now he finds it restraint by the gown. He does not know why, but he wanted to go beyond. In his drunken state, he knows not of any code or boundaries of his action, as he reached for her shoulder sleeves to pulled it down. He dragged it down to her elbow to free her bosom of the restraint. He laid his lips on her protruded teats and suckle on them like a baby on the mother. He pulled as he suckle and then he enveloped it with the width of his mouth.

"Oh....." But no, he should not be doing that. She wants him to stop but yet she can't. She grabbed hold of him and she can feel herself surrendering to him. She can feel his legs getting in between hers as she let it spread out like the butterfly wings on its flight. His legs are pushing and pulling above him causing her gown to be raised to her knees. She know what she wants now as she raised up her knees to let the hem dropped further down. She cares not for the improper looks she may be seen now, but she just wants him.

Lancelot while his lips were attached to the bosom, he finds his hands groping lower and then he was rustling at the layers of cloth that covers her there. He managed to dig in and then he felt her flesh on his fingertips. He let it trailed until he finds himself onto her nectar of love.

"No.... Yes....." She is in a state of confusion. No man have ever gone so far with her. Not even her lady in waiting are allowed to even touch her there. She once did on a lonely day, and she finds it very naughty but enjoyable. She kept at it and then she felt the sensation of elation in herself. She could not stop but to continue until she burst out in a form unknown to her. Since then, she had kept this incident to herself, but on some nights, she had re-visit those moments again. Like now, as she reached down with her hand to hold his hand there. It was then she felt something more warm on contact with her's. Its warm and yet its throbbing like the heart. It can't be, she told herself. She seen some, but that was when she was younger, and they looked so fragile. She smiled in her thoughts, and then she rubbed the back of her hand against it.

"Guinevere, I can't help it. Please forgive me."

Lancelot raised himself up and pulled at his leggings to his knees. He freed his manhood and climbed back on her. He knows not what but he wants to get in there. Its the finer sanctum of his lust, and he must have it today. For his love, for her, and to hell with Arthur. He thrusted in without any care, and he grunted on top of her. He pictured himself impaled on Guinevere as they both faced Arthur. He thrust and never was he without any care then but his own.

She gasped out loud on his thrust and then she felt his movements as they moved the virgin flesh inside to accommodate him. The initial pain was soon over and then the tender flesh inflamed with her bodily fluids invites his every movement inside of her. She feels now more of pleasure that she once felt when she was alone with her body.

Lancelot could not find more pleasure than the one which he is experiencing now. He find himself moving in unison to her and soon the most pleasant feeling came to him. He could feel it coming and he knows he cannot hold it back.

"I am there, my Queen....." He let it all out before he sank on top of her. She also lay there unmoving with her hands and legs still clasped around him. He knows not what but he must had felt asleep then.

"Morgana? How can this be?" Arthur jumped out of the bed. He noticed that he is nude, and more to that he is Morgana' chamber. He saw his tunic on the floor and grabbed at it. He put it on with his back to his half sister.

"Arthur? Good morning." Morgana called him from the bed. Arthur turned around to see her and was more shocked that she had sat up with the bedcovers covering only part of her. More to it, she was nude like him.

"Did we.....Oh, I am so sorry." Arthur apologies to his half sister. "Did I do the foul deed onto you? I deserved to die."

Arthur broke out in tears, but Morgana rushed over to console him. She held him in her arms with head at her bosom like when it was last night. He came barging in and screamed that she does not love him. Morgana was then about to retire to her bedding dressed in her slinky night dress. She walked up to her half brother who was still drunk and consoled him as siblings do. She held onto him as he complained of his lover and Queen. She kept on rubbing his back and then his head while soothing his anger. She could find that he had grown since she last held him when he was said to be Utter bastard son and then heir to the throne. She find herself now holding the one person she truly desired; the King himself. Not in person but in name. If he is the King, then I am the Queen. The night before was a whirlwind of feelings and soon she find him laying next to her asleep unaware of what he had done. Till now at this hour of the morning, Arthur finds it easier to run out without a word, leaving his half sister standing there smiling.

"You may run, my King but I have you in me now." Morgana speaks out as she place her hand on her womb. 

Hagar's Adventure

"Lucky Eddie, I ought to had you thrown overboard." Hagar the Horrible screams at his lieutenant and at times best friend. "How in the name of Odin, did you ever offered voyage to others?"

Hagar was looking at the group of non-Vikings sitting at the stern of his lovely boat, now battling the high waves of the sea. They just returned from a raid to the nearby continent, and barely escaped with their life, although it pay off with some silks and silverwares. All was fine until he stepped back into his boat to find the new boarders. Their combined weight at the stern have raised the boat helm up by a steep gradient giving it an impression of a wheelie on a twin mounted bike.

"Hagar, they paid for their voyage." Lucky Eddie produced the gold coins from his pouch. "More to it, they even offered us a barrel of wine that can warmed our bodies. They said its French."

"Wine! Eddie, we are Vikings. We drink rum and not wine." Hagar turned his back to the group sitting forlorn at the stern. Its not often a land lubber gets to be tossed like salads in a boat over these raging waves. "And looked my ship. Its a total disgrace to have her skirting raised so high in the front. Even Thor would shudder if he comes to face with her in that manner. By Odin, she looked like me when I was younger."

"Eddie, you insult my ship with your deed. I pray Helga never gets to hear of this or she would had me sleeping with the duck soon." Hagar placed his jaw on the side of the boat to hide his shame. Its not that his success at the raids are dipping but so was his ego on his performance at home.

"Eddie, who are they? Normandy? Saxon? Or Gauls?" Hagar asked of his companion. "I recognised not their dressing, and they smell too nice to be even Vikings."

Lucky Eddie in his jubilant mood now that Hagar had accepted the new 'fares', pulled his leader to meet them.

"This is Dwindle; she's an Elf from the Blue Forest." Mintor does not look like one from the blue ancestry as she is all green blue in her facial looks now as she tries to hold back her last meal. She is dressed in a blue tunic complete with a short v cut in the front, which unfortunately does nothing to her frontal looks as there are nothing to project there. Her legs are in a matching blue set of tight breeches tucked into a set of knee high leather boots. She carries a bow and quiver filled with some arrows.

Hagar frown at her looks and doubt she can even sharpen a needle on her chest unlike Helga who can reduce a battering ram to a sliver of wood shaving. He shook his head as he wonders what does the elves do in their free time. No wonder the world of the pixies and elves are dwindling, like even their name.

"Aye, and who may he be?" Hagar asked of the other.

"The gentleman over there is Captain Smith; previously of the Guards. Now attached to the Federation of Independent Caribbeans Pirates" A pompous looking man with a ugly curled wig over on his head, tucked beneath a goose feather wide brimmed hat, with a matching coat of fine silk and frilled design tunic buttoned to his neckline. His breeches are a darker shade and tucked into a set of flapped leather boots with a rapier sheathed inside the scabbard at his waist belt. All would had been perfect except Captain Smith does not need to be seated; his body shape was designed to be rolled around with a midriff that wide, even corners would be easily traversed with little efforts of spinning the mass.

Captain Smith tried to stand up and offer a curtsy bow but his land locked legs are not responding to his wishes. Or was it his body mass. The other two passengers were of flesh and blood, but came with set of wings.on the side of their body.

"Those are the mounts; Pete the Dragon and Percy the Horse."

Pete the Dragon seemed to be worried on the sea condition than the horrible looking Viking in front it. So was Percy who was fidgeting with the hoofs scratching the keel of the ship.

"Captain, do you mind controlling your horse. At the rate its hitting at the keel, we would all be swimming in the sea soon." Hagar told the human who looked at him in surprised.

"Excuse, you sea faring oaf. Who do you think you are asking to be controlled?"

Hagar was taken aback as the it was the flying horse who spoke to him.

"Yes, you oaf. I do speak and also proficient in five other languages, but Viking is not of my learned one. I did picked up a few from the stables, but I doubt they would be appropriate to used here." The horse addressed Hagar. "Since you are here, I am in need to make a request. Its a private matter though. One of discretion. May 1?"

Percy leaned over and whispered to Hagar' ears.

"Aye, its not an issue. We just do it over the sides and let the sea do the cleaning up." Hagar smiled. "Viking style."

"I am deplored by your manners, Sir." Percy protested, but continued on. "I am afraid as the said if before, when in France, do as the French. Oui, I shall persists, but I required some privacy."

"Not an issue." Hagar turned to his men on the oars. "Eyes in front and no peeking."

"Thor strikes me if I am ever to learned from a horse." One of the oarsmen sounded out. Unfortunately for him, a lightning bolt did struck him then.

"Eddie, look at what you did." Hagar walked over to his barbecue warrior who is now a frigging darkened dead mass. "You should not had brought him on this trip. He got struck on the last raid and you know that lighting do strike twice."

"I am sorry, Hagar but he did fake his sign up form." Eddie produced the log. Next to the name of the dead warrior was the box un-ticked 'lightning prone'.

The two of them reached for the dead body to give it the ceremonial sent off when the mermaids appeared on the surface.

"Hagar the Horrible, you do not discard that horrid looking body mass here or we would called on the Sirens to sink your boat." The mermaids came up to the side and complained. "The last load of rotten eggs was too much; we all had stomach upsets for days."

"Rotten eggs? I though they were century old eggs from the Far East." Hagar exclaimed back in surprise. "Eddie, you been conned again. We paid good silver for those eggs."

Poor Eddie looked at Hagar in disbelieved as he was sure those were quail eggs that were rotten. But who is to argue with the Captain.

"Excuse me, Hagar." Hagar turned to look and almost fell overboard but he was saved by the mermaids. They did not want his unwashed body in their sea. The one who spoke to him was Pete the Dragon.

"Can I have the barbecue body? I like them well done on the side, and this one perfect."

Hagar was too stunned to respond and the dragon took up the meal as being given consent. He did extract out a worm that was not cooked in the body. Pete threw the worm over as he was afraid of eating raw worms. Hagar composed himself and walked back to the helm but Eddie stopped him.

"We have one more guest." Eddie motioned to him to see the last guest as it was impolite if he did not go over to say hello. The last guest was standing at the far end of the stern looking up to the dark skies with his left arm resting on his waist while his right arm was pointing upwards. There was one peculiar thing about the statue; it height was only three feet high and dressed in a white three piece suit with a red cravat at the neckline. It can be considered a dwarf impression by Hagar' perception.

"I can see that the metal statue would one day be a majestic figure on some public square but where is the guest?" Hagar asked.

"That is the guest." Eddie walked up to the so called metal statue and knocked on the left arm. "Iron Man, my captain is here to wished you a good voyage."

"Hello, Captain Hagar. I am designated Iron Man Series 2012; a cyborg from Nude IV. I am taking this voyage to seek out the constellation of my system from the view of this boat." The cyborg speaks in a squeaky voice also offered his right hand as a gesture of friendship but Hagar was too dumb struck to reply.

"Captain, I have lived on this planet for over two hundred years and travelled widely; swamps, woodlands, mountains, caves and even ocean, but never on a Viking boat. So you can understand this is an interesting trip for me. Thank you for the opportunity to be on Hagar' Cruise to nowhere. We never had that on Fantasy Island where I stayed for sometime offering many varieties of fantasy deals."

"Hagar' Cruise?" Hagar looked to Eddie who gave him a sheepish smile back.

"We had to improvise or no one would come aboard us." Eddie replied. "We even made pendants for them to take back."

Eddie showed him the pendant design of Hagar holding his sword and shield. That made Hagar smiled. As Hagar was admiring his pendant, there were the sound of the drums.

"What the.....?" Hagar looked to the helm where four of his oarsmen are assembled holding musical instrument including the lute and gongs. On their head was the viking hairstyle later known as the mop cut. The mermaids was on the side offering to be back up singers or doing the chorus.

"Oh, its entertainment time. Boat offerings of the Fabulous Four Vikings with the New Sirens." The foursome group went into their repertoire of songs like "We come a-raiding", "Plunder on" and the infamous "Horrid ain't my Captain". The final piece was when Eddie came on with another group in scantily dressed grass skirts and vikings caps over their chest, doing the pom pom routine.

"My good man, what is that number called?" Captain Smith asked Hagar.

"I don't know. Maybe we can just called it the GAGA dance." Hagar replied as he danced his way around the ship. Then he heard the cyborg shouting.

"Its the spaceship! Its the spaceship." Iron Man was shouting and then he removed his suit and threw it over board. The mermaids went berserk on the display of his ironic look, especially that light saber he was seen with, but Eddie was upset.

"During concerts, they are supposed to jumped off stage but why is it standing there looking at the sky." Eddie then looked up and saw the large saucer hovering the boat.

"Its a frigging space station!" Eddie shouted out. But Hagar corrected him.

"Nope, its a star ship. Did you not see the twin over sized exhaust at the rear on the top. I betcha they would beam the cyborg soon."

"How do you know?" Eddie asked.

"Well, its said on the side there, 'Nudity Allowed'. So that's where its going." Hagar completed his explantation and then he saw Eddie throwing off his tunic to run to join Iron Man. The mermaids on seeing the new spectacle went down on the side to hide their embarrassment. Soon Eddie and Iron Man was beamed up and the boat appeared as before but no music was on this time. Everyone was still stumped at the sight of the star ship leaving the place.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Eddie have left the building but the fun would go on. On our next agenda is the carnival at the Rock.We would be docking soon, so get your money worth of the fun." Hagar have taken over from Eddie as the organizer.

When everyone was off the boat to the carnival, Hagar looked up the sky and smiled.

"Thank you, Eddie." Hagar said to himself, and then he heard the horrendous sound of a horse farting. Percy trod up and neighed.

"Couldn't do it on a rocking boat just now." Percy smiled and gallop off to joined in the carnival.

Lancelot Part 13

I live to serve my Queen

Castle Dolorus is with a new Lord but its Lord is hardly in the castle. The new Lord of the newly renamed Castle Joyous find himself spending more time in Camelot. Its not his own doing but that of the King, who needs him there for tasks that never seem to end. It could be a joust with some challenger from afar, or to drive the brigands from the borders. Lancelot does not shrink from these tasks but the person he had to laid his eyes on is what driving his fear.

Its the Queen Guinevere that he wants to avoid. He dare not see her directly as he fear he would reveal his true own feelings. He find when he view at her, he think of her in the improper manner. Lancelot still recalled the image of the Queen when he saw her at the corridor that night.

It was a difficult time for Lancelot when Arthur took his army to battle the Saxons at the border but he asked Lancelot to guard his castle and also his Queen. The rationale given by Arthur for he is the greatest knight next to Arthur; therefore he is most adequate to perform this task without Arthur's concern,

"I trust you, Lancelot with my Queen." Arthur told him before he was to leave. "I know you do your best to defend her honor and mine, should the need arise."

"I am here to served you and Queen Guinevere. None shall harm her unless they have killed me first."

"I hope not as I intend to see when I returned here." Arthur told Lancelot. Soon Lancelot see the King's departure, and he turned back to look for the Queen. She is standing there still waving and then she turned to walked back inside. Lancelot was relieved that she may be going back to her chamber to rest, but he heard her calling his name. He ran inside for fear she could be in trouble but he find her walking into her chamber. He followed suit and stood by the door.

"Lancelot, I need your help with the lace on the back. My lady in waiting is sick today." She motioned to the back of her dress. Lancelot hesitate at that as he feel that work should be done by a lady.

"Hurry up. We are wasting time." She is struggling at her gown and Lancelot rushed in to pull at the lace. It came undone and he stepped back. Then he should not be here, and was to walk out when she stopped him.

"Please allow me." She turned around and slipped out the gown to the embarrassment of Lancelot, but she is not naked as expected. She had on a tunic inside her gown.

"Surely, you are not my inner friends, so I would preserve my modesty in front of you." She stepped out of the gown, and Lancelot can find she is all dressed also in leggings.

"Excuse me, but this time you have to leave."

He saw her later outside the chamber, with her hair bundled inside the back of her tunic and wearing a head cover that tied the hair firm to her scalp.

"Shall we?" The queen motioned to Lancelot. "We are going riding."

"How come, when man rides, they don't have sores like mine?" Guinevere was sitting on a wet grass by the stream to ease the sore pain on her buttocks. She has been riding the horse like a man would and now regret her action. Lancelot was standing nearby with his eyes on the horizon, as he fear for her safety as they are some distance away from the castle. His left hand is holding at the hilt of his sword and his mind is working out the possibility.

"My Queen, we may have to leave soon." Lancelot called on her. He saw them coming from two directions. Lancelot pulled up the Queen, and pushed her to her horse.

"Bounce on it. Don't sit tight." Lancelot told her when she mounted the horse. Lancelot hit at the rump of the horse as it ran back to the castle. He himself took out his sword and mount up his own. He looked at the two group and reckon the one on the left is likely to reach her first. So he rode to intercept them and there are three of them. He cut into their path swinging his sword. The first rider tried to parry the swing but Lancelot drove his horse on to the rider's horse.

The contact threw the rider off his horse but Lancelot had taken the second rider with a low thrust at the right thigh and then he used his leg to kick at the horse ribs with his shoe. That spurred the horse to panic and rode with the rider trying to manage it. The third rider who had ridden ahead turned back to confront Lancelot. He is charging holding a spear in his hands which Lancelot move his body on his saddle to avoid the thrust. He swing downwards with his sword to slash at the rider's right wrist holding the sword. He cut off the hand and the spear dropped. Lancelot followed through with a kick on the horse rump to alarmed it.

Lancelot then looked to the second group who was chasing the queen now decided to confront Lancelot. Instead of running off, Lancelot gallop his horse straight on at the second group of four riders and slashed his way through them. Lancelot rode hard to catch up with the queen and took the lead to guide her into the woods where they hid while seeing the pursuer off.

"Thank you, Lancelot." The Queen said to him. "I am glad that it was you who with me."

She dropped off from the saddle onto the ground, and Lancelot immediately attended to her. She started crying and reached out to hold him by the neck.

"Hold me please. I am afraid...." Lancelot reached for her back and held her close to him as she let go of her fear. She buried her face into his right shoulder and held on tight while Lancelot looked around for fear that the brigands may come back. Soon she was quiet and breathing deeply, and that was when Lancelot pulled her away ever gently to let her lie down on the soft grass to rest. She laid back and raised her right arm over her eyes to block from the sunlight, and her left arm was on her thigh.

It was that moment when Lancelot find himself staring at his Queen; admiring her beauty from near with no fear of anyone noticing. He stared at her from her nose to her toes and admired every part of her. She is a beautiful lady, and truly one deserving to be a Queen.

"Arthur, please don't....please don't...I am not a whore...." Guinevere muttered in her sleep as she tossed her head from one side to another. Lancelot on seeing her went to place his hands on her shoulder.

"Hold me..... Or please....." She moaned out in her sleep as she reached up to pull him onto her body. Lancelot ended up falling on top of her as her hands went around his neck to push his head towards the nape of her neck.

"Love me, Arthur.....I am yours to love.....don't discard me..." She moaned out as she rubbed his face into her neck. For some reason, Lancelot find his hands initially trying to raised himself up but now reaching out to cradle her head as they tossed from side to side. Then it hit him the truth and he immediately pulled himself up. That also woke up the Queen who was confused as to what had transpired.

"My Queen, you were in state of delusion. I think its time I take you back to your castle to rest." Lancelot reached out to pull his Queen to ger feet. She avoided his stare as she mount her horse and trot off without waiting for him.

That was one of the few events that he had to be close to his Queen. The other was when he escorted her to the nearby place of worship for prayers. He was part of the guards detail which comprise of twelve calvary riders alongside with Bran. The Queen was with her lady in waiting and she took the time to speak to the caretakers. Lancelot patrol the grounds for any signs of intruders, when he spied her walking by herself in the garden.

"My Queen, I thought you are in the inner Chamber with the caretakers." Lancelot asked of her when he walked up to her.

"I was but now I am going over to see the ponies. I gave them a pair last year so that they can have a stable full of it soon for the children to ride on." Guinevere walked towards the nearby stables, and when she reached there, she stopped at the doorway. Lancelot who was following behind her almost collided into her. He looked over her shoulder and saw the scene that stopped her. It was the ponies and the stud had mounted the mare. Guinevere had never seen one like these before, as she was raised a protected child, even to her marriage to Arthur; she kept her chastity intact. Now that her sexuality is opened, she had been feeling the need to know more. She looked on despite the knight that stood behind her and was transfixed by the sight.

Lancelot on seeing her looking, slowly moved himself back to a safer distance and kept a lookout for any who may come there. He was blushing in himself as he too had not seen such an act before, but he must keep his curiosity to himself. He felt more embarrassed seeing that he had been aroused by the scene and more so when its his Queen who is the voyeur.

"I think we should be leaving." Queen Guinevere walked past him in a huff and he had to adjust his waist belt to followed her in strides.

On their way back to the castle, both of them were in their own thoughts; one of wonderment of this scene, and the other what would it feel like to be the stud. But that was not the only scene we should focus on. There was another which Bran met an old acquaintance of his, Pierre from the Order.

"Hello, Pierre. We meet again." Bran greet his old friend and then they retired to speak at the nearby pavilion. Bran told him of their recent fortunes and now they served the King himself. Pierre asked of Bran' and he said he feels good. He confessed to Pierre that he finds the ritual taught to him by Pierre helped him to ease his concerns and pains.

"Pierre, I have a confession to make. Would you be able to hear me out?" Bran asked of him.

"Bran, I am not one who are capable, and you should looked up the parish or a priest at least." Pierre declined politely.

"Pierre, my confession are too ..... Hard for anyone to accept but maybe I have my faith in you to do so, that is why I come for you. It could be our fate to meet here today on this ground."

"So be it then. Tell me your sins and I would try to appeal to the Holy Ones for their forgiveness." Pierre reluctantly accepted the task.

"Pierre, to me its a not a sin, but a preference of mine. Let me tell you on my ....preference. I like man to the woman, and I am in their eyes; a woman." Bran confessed with a lowly tone as he admits to his sin. Both of them paused in their words as their thoughts works on those that was spoken. In Bran' was his hope that Pierre can see his preference and not condemned him to the Underworld with it. In the mind of Pierre, only words can expressed his thoughts.

"Bran, you have not sinned. You are a victim of public perception based on a set of conditions that they had set themselves. In the context of writings that even pre-date to the older years, the preference of one's desire have been well documented. It not sanctioned or prohibited by all but by some in their mind those pre-acceptance of the normal ways. But is there a normal way, when the desire shield the mind and your lust speaks for your body. Its the same when they do with a woman when their desire prevailed, do they speak with their mind or their lust. Man has been an animal of lust more so when they are in the throes of it. They would do anything; man, woman, or child, or even the living creatures among them. Sure is the level of our lust."

Pierre held out his hand to hold Bran's; and he continued, "You are a man too. But you find your role-play as a woman satiate your lust so that is nothing wrong. You did not force the act on another but they partake on willingly. So there is no wrong on it."

Bran looked at the hand holding his and he felt reassured. It was then Pierre reached for his carrying pouch and brought out a lash from it.

"This is my gift to you. When you are in pain, use it, and remember my words."

There was one other event that Lancelot was to find that his Queen had more needs of him. Since that riding incident, Guinevere asked of him to teach her more on how to ride like a man. She said she finds it more faster and she would one day race the others in some contest. Lancelot was not one to declined his Queen' wishes so he taught her well and hard at it.

Initially, it was hard to see her fall from her mount due to clumsy moves or just exhausted from the rides, but soon Lancelot find himself pleased with her riding skills. She galloped her horse like a man would and her horse respond well to her. It was one of these days, when he watched her do her galloping at the field, when he noticed another rider coming towards him. It was Lady Morgana, and she is astride her horse too like a man. She trot up to his and he acknowledged her presence.

"I see that your apprentice is doing well." Lady Morgana points to the Queen doing her galloping out there. "It would be good for her when she is in bed with my half brother. She would know how to hump to his movements."

"Pardon me, my Lady. I must be going." Lancelot excused himself on hearing such lewd remarks from her but she stopped him in his move.

"Surely, Lancelot; you are not offended by my words. I may be a lady but I am still a woman." Morgana taunt at him. "Although I am not a Queen to command who to get in between my legs."

That was clearly an insult to Lancelot as he had heard some rumors himself that the others think he is in an affair with Guinevere. He had defended his honor twice with some guards, but the words are still ringing in his ears.

"Lady Morgana, I can assure you that my relationship with my Queen..." Lancelot was interrupted by the lady.

"A matter between yourself and her. I am surprised that you would be offended to the idle words of mongers who just want to create a gossip among themselves. I have my faith in you, Lancelot. You would do all you can to protect the King and Queen."

Lady Morgana trot off to see to the Queen. They raced that day and Morgana lost by a long stride. She praised the knight that taught her well.

Later that day, Guinevere met Lancelot in the garden at Camelot after the hour of dusk. He was getting ready to retire to his chamber when he met the Queen sitting on a long bench at the garden. He walked up to her and bid his nightly greetings.

"Do sit down, Lancelot. I have words to asked of you." Guinevere spoke to Lancelot. He took his place on the bench at the other end, but she stopped him. "Its wet there, Here, sit closer. I won't bite at you."

So he did and he kept his hands to his lap. It was not intentionally, but it was precautionary. He could smell in her the scent of wine and she may had one too many. The Queen spoke of a few general issues and then she spoke out on the rumors. She heard them too and she thinks its malicious of the mongers to say such things. Immediately, Lancelot stood up and apologies if the rumors had alarmed the Queen.

"No, Lancelot. It did not. I am used to it. When I was younger, there was one that I am admiring my cousin, Maert when I actually dislike that slobbering fool. When I was to be betrothed to Arthur, there was one rumor that I was with his child." She paused at that. Then she continued. "It was all fake and meant to excite the others. We never did make love until..... That night after we were wedded. I was a virgin till then."

She looked down at her hands, and then she continued on.

"He was not, for that I am sure....." Lancelot cut in to avoid further discomfort.

"My Queen, its getting late. Perhaps you may want to retire to the castle."

"No, Lancelot. I want you to her me out." She glared at him. "No one listens to me. Not even Arthur himself. He only cares for himself and only himself...... Even at night."

"My Queen, it may not be appropriate for me to ...." Lancelot begged of her, and Guinevere stood up.

"Sir Lancelot, do you swear to serve me and only me?" The Queen Guinevere asked of him. Immediately Lancelot went on his knees and swore to her.

"I swear to server only you, my Queen. And ....only you." Lancelot spoke out. He did not why he did it but he already given his words.

"Sir Lancelot, I shall hold on your words for that." Queen Guinevere walked back to the castle without looking back. She did not hear him whispered to himself.

"My Queen, I swear and I duly do for I may had love you in my heart."

"The sins of lovers are that its never can be explained why and how it happened when it did. That is because the sins of lovers is also known as lust; one of the deadly seven sins of Man." Lancelot hear the words from Morgana as she still next to him in the private chambers of her's. He was invited to her chamber that evening on the pretext of discussing some matters regarding Merlin. Lancelot soon find himself in the company of Morgana dressed in a seductive low cut red silky sleeveless gown with a matching red ruby that holds the seams together at her bosom.

She did said, that if she wore this at the Hall, she would be ravaged by the others even before they had their drink of wine. Lancelot wanted to excused himself but she had insisted that he stayed. He had prepared a table full of dishes that she said would enhanced his appetite. She did start on a sober note on the issues that she would like Lancelot to attend to like some cases of missing stocks and of course the limping of a horse that belong to Arthur.

Lancelot protested that these are the matters under the purview of the Guards and his duty is to protect the castle from intruders. She then protested on the unfair treatment of herself by Merlin in the absence of Arthur. Lancelot offered to look into the matter with Merlin. Then she spoke on love affairs that was going on like she was into a gossip here.

It was then he finds his focus on the chamber was becoming hazy.

"My Lady, did you poisoned my wine?" Lancelot asked of her but she denied it. She claimed that the wine is a new one and may be too strong for him. She admit herself that she felt hazy too.

Lancelot pushed himself up and offered to excuse himself. Morgana tried to hold him back but he managed to make it to the door and opened it. There standing at the door was Merlin.

"Merlin, could you assist me please to my chamber. I think I drank one too many." Lancelot asked of the sorcerer. Merlin offered his shoulder but he did glare at the lady in red who had now slam the door shut. That sound rivet across the corridor to Queen Guinevere' chamber. She asked the lady in waiting to check on the cause.

"Its Lancelot, my Queen. He is unwell. Merlin is attending to him now." Guinevere dismissed her lady in waiting and then waited for a while before she went to the knight' chamber. He was laying on his bed still dressed in his tunic and leggings, with his sword still on his waist belt. She had seen that many times in Arthur, and she leaned down to remove his belt. It was then she had a peek at his manhood outlined on the leggings.

Guinevere was curious yet afraid, as the only other person she had seen was Arthur's. She looked around her and could see no one was there, but the two of them. She reached out to touch it gently and then moved her finger over the length. He stirred in his sleep and the legging appeared to be tighten. She took up her finger and gasped at the increase in the bump that was there. It began to tent up on the legging and she felt embarrassed. She took her leave of him then in a hurry.

Unknown to her, there was another in the chamber. It was Bran who was in the corner; he came in after Merlin left Lancelot here. Bran was attending to his Sire and he went to behind a screen to retrieve his strewn clothes when the Queen came in. Bran hid there for fear or curiosity to see what does the Queen wants to do here.

Now he steps up and walked over to the bedding. He can see Lancelot still lying there, and he also noticed the tented legging. Bran reached down and pulled at the leggings as to had it changed for a fresh one, but then he stopped when he saw the upright part. He remember seeing the Queen having touched it so he did the same. It was wet to his touch and he could not help but marvel at it. He then placed his fingers around it and stroked it like what he saw some of the lads did in the sleeping quarters. He finds Lancelot have squirmed but he is not waking up as Bran continued his ministration.

"My Queen, please ....... Don't..... " Lancelot in his sleep had reached down with his hand over Bran's to continue the strokes. His body went taut and then he released all of his energy to the strokes. Bran slowly pulled his hand off Lancelot and then wiped it against the legging cloth.

So he desires the Queen. That was on Bran' thought and he did not feel disappointed but was glad that his Sire desires a woman like the Queen. This would be his secret to keep for his Sire.