“And the others tried to kill you?” I walked over to a large portrait that appeared to be of Arthur and the witch, but the faces had been ripped out.
“Aye...” He sighed deeply. “It didn’t make sense for me to show myself to the beasts she sent to torment me. Once they realized it was my castle, they were ready to lay the blame at my feet. It was well placed, but I grew weary of being a butcher.”
“Is that...” I tilted my head and looked into the side room where a large block of stone rested with a beautiful sword extending up out of it.
“That is Excalibur.” He nodded and walked to where it was resting. “It took me nearly two years to carve the stone around from the ground and bring it up here. For a while, I checked it every day—just hoping that it would finally forgive me. I think that is a fool’s quest now.”
“The legend say it was bound to your bloodline.” I walked over to it and put my hand on the hilt. “Only a Pendragon could pull it free.”
“I wish. There is more to it than that. It isn’t my bloodline that allowed me to pull it free, it was the purity inside me. It responds to those who intend to use it for the best of intentions.” He gave it a tug. “Which isn’t me anymore.”
“Yeah.” I gripped the sword and pulled on it—perhaps it was a foolish thought. I wasn’t surprised when it didn’t respond to my touch.
“I wish I could be that man again.” He let out a sigh and started to walk away.
“Wait...” I walked up behind him and took his hand. “You’re a beast because of the curse. I helped the others in this castle remember the men they used to be. Maybe I could do the same for you and it would somehow reunite you with it. It could be the key to saving us all.”
“I know what you did for the others. Don’t think that I haven’t thought about it. You’re the first woman I’ve laid eyes on since the curse put me here, but I know I don’t deserve you.” He turned towards me. “I don’t deserve anything but the purgatory I was cursed to endure.”
“It isn’t about what you deserve.” I looked up into his shimmering blue eyes. “I’m face to face with King Arthur, a literal legend come to life, and I can’t imagine any woman on earth that wouldn’t be thinking the things going through my head. I have six men who have come back from their beastly ways in my arms—you could be number seven.”
Everyone knew where we were headed when I walked back into the main part of the castle holding hands with Arthur. They nodded in approval as we walked towards the room I had discovered. Arthur hesitated when we got to the room. He took a step in and his eyes started to scan it with a bit of concern. It started to make sense in my head—it was Guinevere’s room. He finally relented to my touch and let me start to remove his armor. He assisted with the heavy pieces until he was nothing but a mass of muscles underneath an old tunic and a pair of pants. I pulled his shirt over his head and felt my body getting warm at the sight of his gorgeous body. I couldn’t imagine any woman giving that up for someone else. The others brought water into the room and filled the tub, which Arthur climbed into once his pants were removed. His beard and hair were the worst of any of them. They practically engulfed his face like a vine and was thick around his ears. I had to spend a considerable amount of time just cutting it away before I could start shaving him, but when it was gone, the legendary face was so handsome it was almost breathtaking.
“This feels good. I never really enjoyed baths much—they just took time that could be devoted to strategy and war. After being without one for so long, it’s like a slice of heaven.” A long sigh slid from his throat as I started washing what remained of his hair.
“This night belongs to us. I know that what you witnessed between Lancelot and Guinevere was heartbreaking, but in order for this to work, you have to be willing to accept that a woman can care for more than one man.” I ran my hand across his chest and into the water, lathering his torso as I did.
“I’ve thought about that a million times and questioned how I could have handled it differently. I was possessive and cruel. I believed that by taking Lancelot’s head, I could put my family back together, but I was wrong. I should have just let them both go.” He looked to me. “Maybe if you would have been in Camelot then, there would have never been a Guinevere.”
“Let’s not dwell on that.” I ran my hand down his torso again and started stroking his cock under the water.
I finished Arthur’s bath and when he stepped out of the tub, his cock was already hard from the attention I had given it. Arthur was no longer a beast. He was the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on with a body that was so delicious I could practically feel the heat radiating from my pussy as I watched him dry off. The others would have a place in my life no matter what, but Arthur would be part of the group. He needed his humanity back more than any of them did. He needed to remember himself as the strong king that toppled tyrants and led Camelot into a golden age.
When he was finished drying off, he approached me and I felt myself melt in his gaze. He put his arms around me and pulled our bodies together as our lips colliding. There was passion and heat between us before I felt his kiss, but his lips were like embers and his kiss was like liquid fire. His tongue ravaged my mouth as he started to kiss me and I practically boiling with my desire for his embrace. We crashed into the bed with our bodies intertwined and his lips continued to build up my desires as he let them linger against mine. They paused for a brief moment as we both caught our breath and then he pressed them to mine again, only breaking the seal to draw more breath into his lungs.
“I never thought I would feel this again.” His hands ran along my body and squeezed my breasts. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”
“Show me how much you want me.” I looked into his eyes and let my hands rest on his shoulders.
Arthur’s hands moved down to my hips and he lifted my legs as he slid between my thighs. His cock pressed against my pussy and I was so wet with my desire that it didn’t have to linger there for long. A gasp rushed from his lips as he started to push himself inside of me and I reacted with one of my own when his cock passed my labia. He pulled back briefly and then plunged himself inside of me, going a little deeper than he did the first time. My pussy was still tight even if I wasn’t a virgin, and it took him some time to get me to the point where he could slide into my wetness with ease. He leaned forward and kissed my neck while he worked his cock further into my pussy. I wanted to feel him deep inside of me where we would both feel the ultimate form of pleasure.
He pulled back and pushed deeper, each thrust getting him a little further into my pussy. I shifted my hips as much as I could but the burning tease of his kiss was keeping me entranced in the fury of his lust. I turned my head and kissed his neck as well,
running my tongue along his ear and sucking on it when I got the lobe. He shuddered for a moment and then started to pick up the pace of his thrusts, finally reaching the point where our hips became connected.
“You’re waking up desires I thought were dead.” He slowly pulled back and pushed his cock into me again.
“They were never dead—they were just forgotten due to the curse.” I kissed his ear again. “Show me how bad you want me.”
His muscled hips kept my legs pushed far apart and he started to pound himself into me. The gasps of pleasure seemed to flow from him each time he went deep and my g-spot roared when he started to massage it as he chased the excitement of our embrace. The heat between us was almost intoxicating as it simmered across our bodies. Despite being without a woman’s touch for longer than I could even comprehend in my thoughts, he didn’t rush towards the release his body was craving. He took his slow, with steady thrusts that never missed their target. He was never distracted from showing my body attention with his hands and his lips, which made the feeling inside of me even more intense as he stimulated every inch of my pussy. I felt like I was tangled in his arms with our bodies fueling the sweltering passion. He got a little faster as the minutes passed, but it was still a steady rhythm that stoked the orgasm to life. His body satisfied an ache I didn’t even know I had—the sensuality of lovemaking with a man that wanted me to feel his need as he brought mine to the surface. It was different with him. He was tender while he created pleasure for the both of us, but the thirst was clearly in his eyes.
“You’re amazing, Anabelle. You give yourself so freely—in a different time I would have coveted you and never let you out of my sight.” He leaned against my ear and kissed my neck. “I’m going to make you feel pleasure you didn’t even know was possible.”
“Show me the man who made kingdoms crumble and lesser kings fall to their knees. Don’t hold back—I want to satisfy all of your desires.” I squeezed him tight and felt his hips start to move a little faster.
His cock started to move against my g-spot without stopping or even moving from it. The incredible girth and remarkable length kept him buried deep while he moaned with pleasure. My orgasm had been on the edge of an explosion for so long that the feeling made it feel like a bubble that just needed to be popped. My muscles started to ache with the need for a release. My breathing picked up and I could feel my heart beating against my chest and it matched his. It felt like they were connected as our bodies were pressed together. His lips pressed to mine again and his tongue ran between them. The fury of his kiss combined with the speed of his thrusts pushed me past that point of no return and I felt my body reacting. My pussy started to spasm as my muscles released and I moaned louder against his lips. He kept his thrusts pounding into my body erupted in his embrace. My pussy squeezed his cock and if his lips weren’t silencing me, I would have screamed with pleasure. Even as I massaged his dick with the spasms of my orgasm, he still continued his steady thrusts. I could feel his cock throbbing, but he didn’t show any sign of slowing down. The instant my orgasm ended, I felt another one building up against him.
I’m not even going to get a break!