Page 95 of The Sword & the Stone

Gawain's fingers trailed along my bare arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "So soft," he murmured. "Like silk and starlight."

Lancelot stepped behind me, his warm breath fanning across my neck. "I can smell your need," he growled softly. "It's intoxicating."

Tristan's hand cupped my cheek, tilting my face up to meet his eyes. "My beautiful mate," he said reverently. "Tonight you'll bear all our marks.”

And not only that, but when we were fully mated, and I sipped from the Grail, my immortality would transfer to them, and I’d know that they’d be protected.

Galahad's fingers tangled in my hair, gently tugging my head back. His hot breath hit the shell of my ear. “We’re going to fuck you the way a goddess deserves to be fucked.”

I sucked in a breath, barely containing a moan. Gentle hands caressed my skin as lips pressed heated kisses along my neck and shoulders. I trembled with anticipation as they slowly undressed me, the sheer red fabric falling away to pool at my feet.

Tristan lifted me in his strong arms, carrying me to the bed. The others followed, shedding their own clothing as they went. My breath caught at the sight of their magnificent bodies, hardened warriors built for battle and taking lives.

They laid me out on the silken sheets, six pairs of eyes roaming hungrily over my naked form. Gawain was the first to claim my lips in a searing kiss that left me breathless. His tongueswept into my mouth as his hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over sensitive nipples.

Lancelot's golden head dipped between my thighs, his talented tongue exploring my wet heat. I gasped and arched into his touch as waves of pleasure washed over me. Galahad captured my lips next, swallowing my moans as Lancelot's licks and sucks intensified.

Percival's shadows caressed my skin like living silk while Tristan's silver eyes blazed with hunger as he watched. Merlin's magic danced over my flesh, heightening every sensation.

Lancelot's tongue worked magic between my thighs as the others caressed and kissed every inch of my skin. Waves of pleasure coursed through me, building higher and higher. Just as I was about to crest that peak, Lancelot pulled away with a wicked grin.

"Not yet, my queen," he purred. "We've only just begun."

Gawain's frost-kissed lips trailed along my collarbone as Galahad's gentle hands massaged my breasts. Merlin’s fingers traced intricate patterns on my skin, leaving trails of tingling heat in their wake. When he leaned down to capture my lips in a searing kiss, I tasted lightning and starlight on his tongue.

Merlin slid beneath me, lifting me into his lap as he leaned against the headboard of the bed, and magic tingled at his fingertips. His cock pushed at my entrance, and the kisses he peppered across my shoulders had me relaxing enough to let him in. Finally, Lancelot positioned himself between my thighs, the tip of his cock brushing against my wet heat. "Are you ready for us, little faerie?”

I nodded, my body trembling with need. Completely in sync, they slowly pushed inside, stretching and filling me exquisitely. I gasped at the delicious fullness, my back arching off the bed. Lancelot groaned and cursed, his whole body shuddering as his eyes rolled back in his head.

They fucked me together, moving both too slow and too fast at the same time. It was too much and not enough. I writhed as cruses dripped from my lips. Galahad and Percy took turns strumming my clit.

Then, Lancelot pulled free, and I nearly whined, but he was replaced with Galahad, thrusting himself to the hilt. My hips moved on their own, seeking out more, more, more. Lancelot moved to kneel by my head, sinking his fingers into my hair and turning my face in the opposite direction. “Suck him,” he ordered, his voice a guttural rasp.

Gawain was kneeling on my other side, and I wasted no time swallowing his throbbing cock. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. Galahad and Merlin continued thrusting into me, their cocks sliding against each other inside me. The dual sensation was exquisite, the pleasure building higher and higher.

They took turns fucking me in every position imaginable. At one point, I was on my hands and knees, Lancelot pounding into me from behind while I sucked Merlin's cock. Percy’s shadows bound my wrists, holding me in place.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me as they brought me to climax again and again. My cries of ecstasy echoed off the stone walls. As the night wore on, their touches grew more urgent, more possessive. There wasn’t a spot on my body that hadn’t been kissed, licked, or fucked.

My body glistened with sweat, flushed and trembling from countless orgasms. But still, they weren't done with me.

"On your knees," Tristan growled, his eyes blazing. I was helpless to resist a direct command from my mate. My body was moving before I was aware of it.

They positioned me in the middle of the bed, surrounding me on all sides. I was caged in, helpless and at their mercy. But I trusted these men with my life. With my soul.

Tristan knelt behind me, his cock nudging at my entrance. Gawain and Lancelot flanked me on either side while Galahad and Percival knelt before me. Merlin stood at the edge of the bed, his blue eyes glowing with arcane power.

"Are you ready to be claimed?" Tristan purred in my ear.

I nodded, utterly beyond words at this point. In one smooth thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me. I cried out at the exquisite fullness, my inner walls clenching around him. The others pressed close, their hands roaming my sweat-slicked skin. Gawain's frost-kissed fingers teased my nipples while Lancelot's fiery touch branded my hips.

Tristan set a punishing pace, each thrust pushing me higher. The others' touches grew more urgent, more possessive.

"Now," Tristan growled.

In perfect synchronization, they each leaned in. Sharp fangs pricked my skin as they bit down. Tristan at the nape of my neck, Gawain and Lancelot on either side of my throat, Galahad and Percival each claiming a breast.

At the same moment, Merlin grasped both my hands in his. Golden light flared between our palms as an intricate runic pattern etched itself into our skin.

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