Excalibur (Marvel Comics) - Seducing the queen (historical)
mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:
EN-US;mso-fareast-language:IT">Author: Little Firestar
Rating: T+
Fandom: Excalibur (Marvel Universe)
Characters: Pete Wisdom
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EN-US;mso-fareast-language:IT">Summary: it wasn’t just Lancelot who caused the fall of Camelot…
mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:
EN-US;mso-fareast-language:IT">Spoilers: None
Genre: Historical
Notes: you may not know it, but in the marvel Universe, Camelot did actually exist, as well as Arthur and company. So, technically speaking, this is an historical fic…
The lady told not to interfere with history, but then again, the lady told them many things, and in the majority of the cases, she tended to be wrong.
He was a lady’s man. It wasn’t just that he was full of himself, even if he was and he knew it, it was a fact, and just because he was out of his own time, it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try something funny.
Besides, the kingdom was already doomed to fall, and she was already sleeping with a man who wasn’t her king, so, what the hell, what was a little of sex with him?
He had seen her longing while they were having dinner at the castle, Guinevere’s eyes never leaving his frame, blushing slightly, in the same hue of pink of her long dress. It was almost hilarious, he thought, not giving a damn about how funny he looked with his 3 pieces, hos she was still shy about all of this, even if she was cheating on her own husband, the king himself.
He knocked at her door, and she immediately opened, carefully looking around, making sure no one was there to see the stranger entering in her room at such an unholy hour of the night. “My Queen, I think I heard you screaming and I come here to provide some help…” he teased her, and she blushed furthermore as she allowed him inside - it was a lie, and they both know it, but they needed it in case someone was listening to them.
He soft, white, nightgown fall on the floor, and he forgot immediately everything about saving history and all those things the lady told them. Did she talk at all? He didn’t know, wasn’t sure. Didn’t care, mostly.
He reached for her, his hands busy mapping the skin of her back, his lips biting the skin of her neck and collarbone and breasts; she was trying to get rid of those strange clothes, but didn’t know how to unbutton his shirt, or unfasten his best, and the thought make him smile. Deep down in his mind, he wondered if all the things they did in his own time were general knowledge in the Middle age as well, and if not… well, he couldn’t wait to teach the queen a couple of dirty, sex games.
He was ready to free his member when he heard something outside the door, such a commotion he couldn’t understand what was going on, and before he could ask her to re-dress, just to be sure, the door was on the floor, and Lancelot was standing in front of them, in silence, while the Queen just cried all of her tears, like she had been the one… like she had been raped, forced into something, and not a seducer, or a willingly participant; he didn’t have time to think how wrong it was, that the guard entered as well, but for every one of them, it was like he wasn’t there. the guard, and the king, were looking just at the Queen, embraced by the knight.
Arthur threw some clothes ta her, and ordered her to be imprisoned with disgust in his voice, while tears were running free while he asked Lancelot to leave the realm once and for all.
He kept repeating himself he hadn’t caused Camelot’s fall. And he wondered for many centuries about it.
EN-US;mso-fareast-language:IT">Author: Little Firestar
Rating: T+
Fandom: Excalibur (Marvel Universe)
Characters: Pete Wisdom
mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:
EN-US;mso-fareast-language:IT">Summary: it wasn’t just Lancelot who caused the fall of Camelot…
mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:
EN-US;mso-fareast-language:IT">Spoilers: None
Genre: Historical
Notes: you may not know it, but in the marvel Universe, Camelot did actually exist, as well as Arthur and company. So, technically speaking, this is an historical fic…
The lady told not to interfere with history, but then again, the lady told them many things, and in the majority of the cases, she tended to be wrong.
He was a lady’s man. It wasn’t just that he was full of himself, even if he was and he knew it, it was a fact, and just because he was out of his own time, it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try something funny.
Besides, the kingdom was already doomed to fall, and she was already sleeping with a man who wasn’t her king, so, what the hell, what was a little of sex with him?
He had seen her longing while they were having dinner at the castle, Guinevere’s eyes never leaving his frame, blushing slightly, in the same hue of pink of her long dress. It was almost hilarious, he thought, not giving a damn about how funny he looked with his 3 pieces, hos she was still shy about all of this, even if she was cheating on her own husband, the king himself.
He knocked at her door, and she immediately opened, carefully looking around, making sure no one was there to see the stranger entering in her room at such an unholy hour of the night. “My Queen, I think I heard you screaming and I come here to provide some help…” he teased her, and she blushed furthermore as she allowed him inside - it was a lie, and they both know it, but they needed it in case someone was listening to them.
He soft, white, nightgown fall on the floor, and he forgot immediately everything about saving history and all those things the lady told them. Did she talk at all? He didn’t know, wasn’t sure. Didn’t care, mostly.
He reached for her, his hands busy mapping the skin of her back, his lips biting the skin of her neck and collarbone and breasts; she was trying to get rid of those strange clothes, but didn’t know how to unbutton his shirt, or unfasten his best, and the thought make him smile. Deep down in his mind, he wondered if all the things they did in his own time were general knowledge in the Middle age as well, and if not… well, he couldn’t wait to teach the queen a couple of dirty, sex games.
He was ready to free his member when he heard something outside the door, such a commotion he couldn’t understand what was going on, and before he could ask her to re-dress, just to be sure, the door was on the floor, and Lancelot was standing in front of them, in silence, while the Queen just cried all of her tears, like she had been the one… like she had been raped, forced into something, and not a seducer, or a willingly participant; he didn’t have time to think how wrong it was, that the guard entered as well, but for every one of them, it was like he wasn’t there. the guard, and the king, were looking just at the Queen, embraced by the knight.
Arthur threw some clothes ta her, and ordered her to be imprisoned with disgust in his voice, while tears were running free while he asked Lancelot to leave the realm once and for all.
He kept repeating himself he hadn’t caused Camelot’s fall. And he wondered for many centuries about it.