Kink Me! #2
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She does say “Please” when she pulls him down to the bed with her, afraid he’ll change his mind at the last minute, but he kisses her and she tastes salt, licks herself off his lips. He touches her breasts, her stomach, her hips, and she smooths her hands down his back and pulls him to her, rubbing against his cock and shivering as heat runs through her again.
When Lancelot pushes into her she’s too distracted by the stretch and the rightness of it to remember to cry out as if in pain. It’s smooth and slow, her body opening around him-he’s being careful, too careful, really-so she pushes her hips up, wraps her legs around his, and he sinks into her. He’s hot and solid and perfect, and after a breathless moment he starts moving, careful as ever but each stroke building the want inside her back up.
She runs her hands over all of him she can reach, trying to learn everything at once. He loses his breath on a laugh when she touches his sides, but when she rubs her thumbs over his nipples his perfect rhythm falters and he rocks harder into her. She takes it, arches against him and shudders at the brush of his chest hair against her breasts.
“Please,” Morgana says again, not even knowing what she’s asking for, and he slides his hand between them, strokes over her clit, around where they’re joined, and back up, and she shakes apart, clenching around him, holding onto him as if she’ll die if she lets go.
He’s still hard when she’s done, feeling as if she’s been melted, her whole body tingling with pleasure, but when she smiles dreamily up at him he only manages a few more ragged thrusts before he’s coming too.
There’s silence for a moment or two. Then Lancelot brushes a lock of hair out of her face and says, softly, “I apologize. I will wed you, of course, my lady.”
Morgana had expected-had told herself-to feel a rush of triumph at that. She doesn’t. She kisses him so he can’t see her expression.
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Lancelot broke my heart on Morgana's behalf at the end, though. Noooooo, don't apologize!
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Perhaps he was just apologizing because he is Lancelot and takes the blame for everything, whether or not it is necessary, and he just feels guilty because he didn't have enough self-control to Do The Responsible Thing and allow Morgana to marry someone appropriate! Perhaps everything will be all right! (I do not in fact know, myself.)
Anyway, thank you for reading! ♥
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It is currently a stand-alone story, but you're the second person within the past week to leave me a comment wondering/asking what happens afterward, so it's possible I may end up writing a sequel. If I do I'll leave a link here at the original fill, and I can also reply specifically to your comment if you'd like to make sure you see it.
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