Queen Arthur (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales Book 6) (3 page)

“But
you wanted to marry me?” Morgana asked with her eyebrow arched.

“Not
particularly, but I understood your father’s point, the need to present me as a
strong ruler and how the deception we weaved helped that. If I had to marry a
woman I would have chosen you, because I thought you were my friend and I cared
for you.”

Morgana
looked away. “I never liked you.”

Arthur
took a step back, surprised and hurt.

Morgana
felt a shadow of guilt for her words and tried to justify herself. “You
appeared from nowhere and I became a prisoner in my own home. You were going to
marry me, inherit my father’s kingdom, become the King of all Britain and I was
supposed to be at your side, knowing you were a woman and that you would never
love me, never give a child. We would never be a real family.”

“Morgana…”
Arthur started, but the dark haired woman raised her hand and stopped her.

“My
father started being cold to me, forbidding me from learning magic when that
was one of the only good things that came from meeting you. The only person I
saw flourishing during those years was you; people did everything they could to
be in your good graces and girls I had known all my life would only tell I was
so lucky to be your bride. I hated you for all of that.”

“It
wasn’t on purpose; I never did anything for these people to treat me as they
did.”

Morgana
eyed Arthur. “Yes you did, you took up Excalibur when no one else could.”

Arthur
shook her head. “Not on purpose. I was on a daze during that day, as if in a
dream. I only realized what happened after I took it from the stone.”

“But
it happened and I lost everything.”

“I’ve
never meant for you to be hurt.” Arthur said gently, walking towards Morgana.

The
former princess sighed and looked away. “I know.”

The
two of them remained in silence for some time before Morgana sighed again and
turned to Arthur. “Come here, I’m going to undo the spell.”

Arthur
nodded and moved until she stood in front of Morgana.

The
witch reached forward and kissed her on the mouth, startling Arthur with her
warm lips.

Arthur
leaned back, confused. “What are you doing?”

Morgana
smirked. “Didn’t I tell you? You have to use it for it to go away, or do you
want to free my magic?”

“This
is not a joking manner Morgana.” Arthur said.

“I’m
not joking.” Morgana replied, before she started to undo the laces that kept
her gown fastened to her figure.

Arthur
remained silent and let Morgana work on her clothes, her eyes never leaving the
witch’s figure. When the dark haired woman finished, she pushed the cloth down
her body and stepped out of it.

Arthur
gasped when she saw Morgana in her underclothes and again when the former
princess unlaced those and bared her breasts to the blonde.

Morgana
smiled at Arthur’s reaction, liking the blonde’s flustered twitching. “Don’t
look away.” She said when Arthur did just that. “I want you to see me.”

Arthur
sneaked a peek but looked away. “This isn’t proper.”

Morgana
smirked as Arthur shifted nervously on her feet. “Feeling something are we?
Maybe there’s something hard between your legs?”

Arthur
glared at her and down at her chest before looking away.

Morgana
laughed out loud. She knew she was a beautiful woman, fit and with curves in
all the right places. Her breasts were both large and pert; something she knew
incited most men and quite a few females.

Arthur
wasn’t immune to them.

Morgana
moved forward, stopping in front of Arthur before she reached down and grabbed
the other woman’s hands, moving them to her breasts.

Arthur
gasped.

“I’ve
lied to you before.” Morgana said, not letting Arthur take her hands away,
making the blonde touch her as she so obviously wanted.

“What
do you mean?” The king of Camelot asked, voice rough. She looked into Morgana’s
blue eyes and tried to ignore what her hands were touching.

“You
don’t need to just use what I gave you.” Morgana leaned forward and whispered
at Arthur’s ear. “It needs to be with the one who cast the spell. I wanted to
see your face after you’ve fucked your wife with your new cock and it didn’t
vanished.”

“We
can’t do this.” Arthur said, looking at Morgana’s eyes. “I can’t do this to
you; treat you like some kind of harlot.”

Morgana
smiled sadly for a moment. “That ship has sailed a long time ago, my king. How
do you think I learnt that spell?”

“Nimue.”
Arthur growled. “What did she do to you?”

Morgana
poised her hand against Arthur’s face, carefully caressing it. “Nimue taught me
many things, some of them because I asked; others because she demanded payment.
What matters is that I know these things.”

One
of her hands slid down Arthur’s body and pressed against the blonde’s groin.

Arthur
gasped.

“And
I know what I want to happen next.” The dark haired witch finished.

They
eyed each other before Morgana leaned forward and kissed Arthur. Their soft
lips pressed against each other and their tongues warred.

Arthur
couldn’t help but put her hands against Morgana’s back, pulling the other woman
against her, pressing their bodies together. She could feel Morgana’s breasts
against her doublet and moaned, thinking about the feel of them on her hands.

Morgana
herself wasn’t better.

She
felt a fire in her heart like she hadn’t in a long time. Part of her was
surprised she could feel something like this for Arthur, but one of Nimue’s
sayings came to her mind – that hate and love were two sides of the same coin.

The
rest of Morgana’s underclothes didn’t remain on her body for long, leaving her
naked under Arthur’s watchful gaze.

After,
it was Arthur’s turn to be disrobed, and Morgana took great pleasure in baring
the blonde’s body.

It
was slow and their mouths were never apart from each other’s for long.

Once
Arthur’s chest was uncovered, Morgana leaned forward and pressed her breasts
against the blonde’s.

Arthur
moaned and kissed her harder, her hands tightening around Morgana. After a
minute they separated, lips swollen with passion.

Morgana
looked into Arthur’s eyes and for one moment she was lost in them, before she
smiled and gave Arthur’s lips a kiss. Then she glided down the blonde’s body,
until she kneeled before the king of Camelot.

“What
are you doing?” Arthur asked, hesitantly. She wanted to pull Morgana up and
kiss her again, feel her against her body.

Morgana
smiled and reached for Arthur’s trousers, unbuttoning them.

Arthur
swallowed but let her do it, watching as Morgana relieved her of her pants and
then her underpants. Her new cock – the fruit of Morgana’s spell – jumped to
attention, almost hitting the dark haired witch on the face.

The
former princess laughed and grabbed the cock with her hand, her grip tight. She
started stroking it, slowly, moving her hand up and down.

Arthur
closed her eyes and resisted the urge to moan.

Morgana
pumped her hand a few times, watching Arthur’s reaction before she leaned
forward and kissed the reddened tip of the king’s cock.

The
blonde’s eyes flared open and she looked startled at the kneeling witch, her
hands clenching with the need to grab Morgana’s face and thrust into her mouth.

The
other woman saw the look and smirked, letting her tongue taste Arthur’s prick.

She
swirled her tongue around the cock’s head, slowly, feeling it getting even
harder. Morgana could taste Arthur’s pre-cum and made sure to communicate her
enjoyment of it by moaning loudly, until she saw the blonde’s legs shake.

Arthur
poised her hands on Morgana’s head, stopping her in place for a few moments.
“Morgana…” She started, but the other woman started moving again and she got
quiet.

The
former princess took Arthur’s prick into her mouth and let her lust take the
better of her. She started sucking with abandon, her mouth greedy, her lips wrapped
tight around the warm flesh and all sense of decorum lost.

Arthur
could only moan and move her hips forward, thrusting into the witch’s mouth.

The
dark haired woman let her, using her hands to study Arthur’s body.

The
magic cock had displaced Arthur’s clit, the little nub moving to the base of
the new appendage. That was where Morgana focused her attentions now.

The
former princess touched the bundle of nerves, one finger pressing hard against
it. Arthur shouted her pleasure out loud and her motions became more frantic.

Morgana
smiled and slowed the pace of her bobbing head, wanting to prolong the blonde’s
pleasure for as long as she could. At the same time, she let one finger glide
down until it touched Arthur’s opening, coating it in the blonde’s wetness
before she pushed against her slit.

Arthur
clenched her pussy as she felt Morgana’s finger probing her, not knowing how to
react. It the end it didn’t matter – Morgana didn’t give her a choice. The
witch’s finger glided in easily and then she hooked it inside Arthur’s flesh
and pulled back.

Arthur
came, wetness gushing from her pussy and cock spilling its seed into Morgana’s
willing mouth.

The
witch moaned as she tasted Arthur’s cum and swallowed, head bobbing faster than
before, trying to milk the warm cock in her mouth before it disappeared.

Arthur
didn’t know how she remained standing throughout her orgasm. She knew her hands
on Morgana’s head helped, but even then it was a struggle.

She
could feel the witch’s mouth working on her, seemingly trying to drink her and
she could feel something else, a strange feeling that she latter realized was
her prick becoming smaller and smaller as it unraveled, until it was too small
and Morgana couldn’t keep it in her mouth.

Arthur
shuddered and moved back, her body returned to normal, but her mind addled with
the pleasure she had felt.

She
looked at Morgana and saw a small patch of white on the corner of the witch’s
mouth, but Morgana’s tongue licked it away. Arthur moaned as she realized that
had been some seed from her spelled cock.

The
blonde had to lean back against the wall, her eyes fixed on Morgana.

“Enjoyed
your first orgasm?” Morgana asked, smirking as her hands moved to her chest and
she started playing with herself.

Arthur
became distracted with the sight for a few moments before she replied. “I
shouldn’t have done that.”

Morgana
smiled. “Why not; we both wanted it and enjoyed it. What harm is there in it?”

“You’re
a lady.” Arthur said straightening, resisting the urge to cover herself. “And
I’m married.”

Morgana’s
smirk, when it came, was distinguishably devious. “There are some many things I
could tell you about your marriage, but I’ll refrain for now. You’re a king,
Arthur, no one will stop you from having a mistress, and no one will think it
strange. Every other king does it.”

Arthur
didn’t look convinced and Morgana sighed, before she got up and moved towards
the blonde.

She
smiled when she noticed Arthur’s eyes looking down at her breasts. The other
woman didn’t resist when she pressed herself against her body.

Morgana
kissed Arthur’s throat, her arms surrounding the blonde and hugging her. When
she spoke she did so by murmuring at Arthur’s ear, her voice edged with her
lust. “You’re the king, behave as it and take what you want.”

Arthur
resisted for some moments before she gave in and kissed Morgana, her hands
cupping the dark haired woman’s buttocks and pressing them tighter together.

Morgana
grinned into the kiss, before she gestured for the small cot where she slept
the night. They moved towards it and Morgana made Arthur lie down, before she
climbed atop the blonde.

Arthur
swallowed as Morgana straddled her, the witch’s breasts bared to her sight. She
resisted the temptation to reach out and grab them, but Morgana knew her better
than that and picked her hands, putting them against her mounds.

The
former princess moaned at the touch and let her own hands reach down and caress
Arthur’s breasts, startling the blonde with the motion. She smiled down at the
King of Camelot and then kissed her, her mouth dominating Arthur’s without
difficulty.

The
blonde let her, enjoying the witch’s motion too much to care.

After
a moment’s pause Morgana started gliding down her body, and Arthur swallowed,
not quite knowing what the other woman was going to do – but knowing she was
going to enjoy it.

Morgana
paused with her mouth above Arthur’s core, looking right at the blonde’s eyes.
She smirked, leaned down and licked Arthur’s slit from bottom to top in one wet
swipe of her tongue, making the blonde shudder in pleasure.