Thread: In the Shadow of Camelot: A Femdom Arthurian Tale (Closed)

Arthur laughed at her absurd command. As Your Highness wishes, he answered with a bow. Let me tell you about the time Merlin transformed me into a fish... And so it went. Over the course of the next few hours, Arthur told the beautiful and regal woman dining with him tales of his lessons from Merlin, of Sir Pellinore and the Questing Beast, and more besides. All the while they two of them laughed and smiled. Morgana was dazzling delighting him with both her wit and her ethereal loveliness. He felt lighter, somehow, with her. In these joyful hours, the burden of England was lifted from his shoulders, though it hovered omnipresent just behind him. The wine helped as well, and the young monarch was imbibing a bit more than was wise. He wasn't quite drunk, but he was far from perfectly sober. He felt Morgana looking at him, which she had been all evening, but not like this. It was different somehow. Her stare was appraising and interested in a way that he was vaguely aware had nothing to do with the story he was telling. It made him feel good, in a way he was unfamiliar with. A way that made him feel warm with a heat radiating out from within him. Suddenly she moved, almost falling from her chair. Save that her hand fell on his thigh, steadying the dark haired queen. Arthur stiffened for a few moments when she touched him. Her hand was warm, the heat of it reaching him through his garb. It felt sweet, sure, erotic, that steady touch of her hand. His breath seemed to be coming a rougher for some reason, his mouth a bit dry, his heart thudding faster in his broad chest. Her face, that perfect porcelain glory, was so close to his. He could feel her breath on his cheeks, smell the faint hint of wine on her lips, those sweet lips. Then she kissed him his eyes widening before half-lidding. The kiss was sensuous and heated, sweet and soft, demanding and giving, and oh, how he loved it! Even as his mind shrieked at the sin of this, that very fact somehow made it all the more intense and real. She pulled away her expression hitting him like a bucket of cold water. Her hand had left him, grasping its mate and curling in her lap. Her eyes were wide and...afraid? Of him? Or of the feeling they had both shared, the want expressed between them in that forbidden kiss? I-yes. Yes, of course. Shame hit him now, as well as the lingering memory of that brief taste of her. I have kept you too long awake after so long and wearying a journey. Arthur stood quickly, almost upsetting his chair. ...This has been very...I enjoyed it as well, deeply, my dear sister. Damn all to hell that she was his sister. I will take my leave, Queen Morgana. He inclined his head, and walked to her door. Then he paused a moment. This was something he had considered earlier. But now...he still...he had to. Tomorrow, I will leave here. Many of the knights who ride forth will carry a token from a lady they hold in esteem and affection. An inspiration to them. He took a breath turning back to face her. His face was oddly shy, though his voice did not waver. It would give me great plea-, excuse me. Great satisfaction, if you would...give me a favor of yours to carry with me into the fire and steel I face. He took a half-step back into room. Will you, Your Highness? I can think of none other whose token I would wish to bear more than yours.