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Lancelot brought the fingers that had been inside Arthur to his mouth and sucked on the slick digits with relish, making Arthur’s breath hitch and eyes flare. Unbelievably, his spent cock twitched with life.
“You’re mine, Arthur,” the warrior husked.
“I’ll never choose another.”
Arthur didn’t say anything. For the past however long they rutted together, he didn’t think anything.
And it had been glorious. To lose himself to pain and pleasure.
To forget.
Thankfully, Lancelot didn’t seem to need words from him. Somehow, they ended on the bed, tangled together.
As if they’d done it their whole lives, Lancelot tucked himself behind Arthur, lifted his thigh and stuffed his cock back inside. He wrapped one arm possessively around Arthur’s chest, the other tucked under Arthur’s head as a pillow, buried his nose against Arthur’s nape and promptly fell asleep.
Arthur stayed awake for a while, simply listening to Lancelot breathe. He was used to the connection of their bodies now. Craved it.
He welcomed the throbbing ache and soreness as much as he reveled in the ecstasy and fullness. He wondered whether the other man would let him do the same. He was almost certain he would.
But Arthur didn’t know whetherhewanted to.
Taking another, being inside another…it was a proclamation of ownership. A claiming. At least, it was with Lancelot. And while Arthur had never hesitated to take what he wanted before and even after Guinevere (though after had been sporadic and devoid of real desire), he hesitated with the knight.
Who was he to claim a man like Lance?
He was no one.
He didn’t understand why Lancelot wanted him. Perhaps it was only physical and…habit. Perhaps the best thing for Lance was to release him, if he refused to free himself.
Because Arthur…caredenough to let him go.
It was with these thoughts that he finally entered a world of dreams…
“Arthur Pendragon, the once and future king.”
The voice came to him through a fog. For some moments, Arthur could see nothing around him but a thick white smoke, as if he was stuck in a cloud.
Then, the mist began to part, and he found himself at the edge of a lake. A woman—no, a creature of magic—walked toward him. Walked on water, her bare feet barely touching the surface of the lake, as if she were gliding.
“Who are you?” he asked. He’d never met her before.
“I am the Lady of the Lake,” she said when she was but a few feet away, standing on water while he stood on ground.
“I am Lancelot’s…guardian.”
“His guardian?” Arthur echoed dumbly.
If he hadn’t been in awe of the female already, he certainly was now. This woman was the closest to Lancelot’s kin that Arthur had ever encountered.
She wasimportant.
“It is time Lancelot came back to me,” she said, stunning Arthur on top of the dumbness he hadn’t yet recovered from.
“He has been away too long.”
“I don’t understand,” Arthur said.
Lancelot was a grown man. He possessed free will. He didn’t have to go anywhere or do anything he didn’t want to.
