Page 73 of The Sword & the Stone

Percival shifted beneath me, his powerful body stretching out along the silk sheets. I settled atop him, straddling his hips as his thick length nestled against me. A broken moan fell from my lips at the delicious friction, my hips rocking instinctively to coat him in my wetness.

"That's it," he purred, his large hands gripping my waist, guiding my movements. “Such a good little faerie…”

Suddenly, tendrils of shadows surrounded us like tentacles of the night. Two of them wrapped around my thighs and ankles, holding me utterly immovable. I was completely at their mercy, and salivating for more.

Slowly, reverently, Gawain ran his hands up the backs of my thighs, over the swell of my ass, leaving trails of icy sensation in his wake. I shivered, my skin pebbling with goosebumps despite the fever raging in my blood.

Gawain gripped the base of his cock, positioning the thick head at my dripping entrance. He teased me with shallow thrusts, barely breaching me before pulling back out. Iwhimpered, trying to rock my hips to take him deeper, but Percival's shadows held me firmly in place.

"Please—" I panted, my voice ragged with need. I’d never sounded so desperate in my life.

Gawain's eyes flashed with primal hunger as he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful stroke. At the same time, Percival lifted my hips, and with a slow, steady pressure, he pushed inside.

I threw my head back, a guttural moan tearing from my throat as they filled me so completely. The burn of the stretch morphed into exquisite pleasure. They stilled for a moment, letting me adjust to the intense sensation of being so utterly claimed.

Gawain leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss as he began to move. Long, deep strokes had my eyes flutter shut. The runes etched into his shaft created delicious friction against my inner walls as they tingled with magic. Percival matched his rhythm, his hips rolling languidly as he savored every inch.

They fucked me with a leisurely, sensual rhythm, their cocks sliding against each other inside my tight heat. Gawain's hands roamed my body, trailing icy patterns across my flushed skin as he rolled his hips, stroking deep. Percival's shadows caressed my thighs and my breasts. The dark tendrils of sensation that had me shivering and moaning.

"You take us so well," Gawain purred, his voice rough with pleasure. "Your pretty cunt is so tight, so perfect."

I could only whimper in response, my body singing with ecstasy as they moved within me. The obscene, wet sounds of their cocks pumping into my dripping core filled the grotto, mingling with our ragged breaths and bitten off groans.

Percival's teeth scraped along the column of my throat, his tongue laving the reddened skin. "Our beautiful faerie queen," he rumbled, punctuating his words with a particularly deepthrust that had me seeing stars. "You were made for this, made to be worshipped."

I arched into their touch, my head falling back against Percival's shoulder as Gawain leaned down to capture one of my nipples between his lips. He suckled the hardened peak, grazing it with his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue. Pleasure sparked through me, my inner walls fluttering around them.

My world narrowed down to pure sensation. Through the haze of pleasure, I looked up to see Merlin standing at the edge of the bed, his hand wrapped around his thick length as he stroked himself slowly. His blue eyes were molten with desire, the runes on his skin pulsing with an otherworldly light.

I whimpered, my body clenching around Gawain and Percival. They groaned in unison, their thrusts growing more urgent, more demanding. Gawain's fingers dug into my hips as he slammed into me.

Percival's shadows tightened their grip, holding me open, exposing me completely to their onslaught. One tendril snaked between my legs, circling my aching clit with maddening pressure. I cried out, my back arching as the coil in my belly pulled taut.

Merlin's strokes grew faster. Gawain cursed long and low, his body going rigid as my pulsing heat pushed him over the edge. I felt the hot spurts of his cum dripping down my pussy. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, muffling his groans against my sweat-dampened skin.

Percival followed soon after, a harsh, guttural sound ripping from his chest as his hips snapped forward one final time.

Sparks danced behind my eyelids, the runes on my skin flaring to life with a brilliant golden glow. The air crackled with energy, the very earth seeming to tremble beneath us as my magic swelled and surged. Merlin's low groan drew myattention, and I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he came with a broken curse.

Chapter Twenty-Five

ARTHUR

Never in mylife have I been so utterly sated.

I drifted in and out of consciousness, my body languid and exhausted in the most delicious way possible. The silk sheets were cool against my heated skin, the plush mattress cradling my aching muscles.

Around me, my knights and sorcerer lounged in various states of undress, their skin glistening with the sheen of sweat. Galahad lay stretched out beside me, his fingers idly tracing patterns on my stomach. I loved looking at him. His body was a work of art. He wasn’t overly hard and muscular, but he was powerful, thick, and massive. I’d never felt so safe as I did in his arms.

Tristan sat at the edge of the bed, his silver hair mussed and his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. Lancelot leaned against one of the crumbling stone walls as he watched me with a strange, contemplative look that I couldn’t decipher. Gawain and Percival were sprawled on the soft, mossy floor, passing the nearly empty bottle of faerie wine back and forth.

Merlin stood by the arched window, the twilight filtering in and casting his face in a glow. As if sensing my gaze, he turned to me, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "As much as I'd love to just stay here forever, we should probably head back to the palace. The celebration will be winding down soon, and we wouldn't want to cause a panic.”

I moved, stretching languidly as I made my way to where my dress lay pooled on the floor. But before I could reach for it, Merlin intercepted me. "Allow me," he purred, his fingers dancing through the air.

Tendrils of golden magic swirled around me. In the blink of an eye, I was fully dressed in my gown, and my body felt fresh and clean, not even the slightest hint of what we’d just done left on my skin.

With a wave of his hand, Merlin conjured a shimmering portal that swirled with golden light. It pulsed and hummed with magic, cutting the room in half. On the other side, I could barely make out a long corridor. I gaped at him, then narrowed my eyes. “You’ve been able to portal this entire time, and we’ve been on horseback instead?”

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