Page 17 of Queen Takes Camelot: Gwen
I smelled Mordred’s blood, the sweet, thick scent of honey that I recognized deep down in Guinevere’s memories. My golden eagle. He stroked bloody fingers down my crack to provide lubrication, but he didn’t stop there. He smeared his blood on Bors’ dick too, so that each of his slow thrusts carried Mordred’s blood inside me.
I swore I could feel it burning deep inside my core. I groaned against Bors’ throat, tightening my grip on him. I wanted them both inside me. I needed it. I needed to feel that connection with them. Their blood mingling with mine, as well as their semen seeping into me.
My power hungered for their release.
“She wants you to hurry, asshole,” Bors growled to the other knight, his voice tight with strain as he held back his desire.
Mordred smiled against my ear. “Oh? Is that true, my queen? I thought I’d just watch Bors for a while. He’s so pretty when he’s sweating and groaning to please you.”
In answer, I bumped my ass back against him demandingly, even though that meant I almost lost Bors inside me.
Mordred took the hint and slowly pressed inside me, taking his time so I could adjust. Oh fuck, it’d been a long time since I’d had two Blood at once. Never in this lifetime. While Guinevere remembered taking her Blood like this many times, it was a new sensation for me. Stretching, burning, it was almost too much. But Mordred was in no hurry. How, I had no idea. Urgency hammered inside me, even though I’d already had Lance. I wanted their release too. Desperately.
Yet Mordred didn’t rush me. Finally, my muscles loosened enough to let him slide balls deep in my ass. Bors pressed closer. Filling me completely. Pressure built inside me. I couldn’t lie still, not with so much dick inside me. Trembling, I shifted between them, which stirred a fresh wave of nerve endings.
I had to release Bors’ throat so I could breath and not choke myself on blood every time I gasped. Pressing my wrist to his mouth, I arched my neck to the side for Mordred.
Two sets of fangs pierced me. Two dicks stuffed inside me. Orgasm surged through me in a sudden wave that made me scream. Searing white power flooded me, pushing me higher. A blazing supernova, shining, pure light that could never be denied. This was the kind of power that rocked the foundations of the world and drove back all the demonic creatures preying in the night.
Even a vicious, undefeated dragon. Goddess, I hoped so.
My release pushed Bors over the edge. He bucked against me, driving me back more fully on Mordred’s cock. Gripping my throat in his mouth, Mordred flooded into me in a hot wave.
Panting, I slowly came back to awareness. Bors and Mordred both still fed on my blood. I didn’t feel drained or weakened, so Lance wasn’t worried about how much they were taking. Yet.
Tears burned in my eyes. My Blood. I could feel their bonds inside me, swelling and growing with power. The more blood they took, the stronger they would be. The more blood I took, the tighter our bond.
As soon as I thought it, Mordred wrapped his right arm around me and pressed his wrist to my lips. A not-so-subtle reminder that I hadn’t fed on him yet.
I sank my fangs in the tender flesh of his inner wrist, and his dick stirred to life against my buttocks. I made a low rumbling hum of hunger, both from the sweet taste of his blood and his desire. I’d make full use of them both, as many times as we could. Over and over and over.
I had almost four-hundred years of loneliness to make up for, and thousands of years of a miserable curse to break. They’d be hard pressed to find a moment where I didn’t have fangs or their dicks inside me. Preferably both.
All three of my Blood said in my head,:Sounds good to me.:
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Gwen
We’d done it. We’d finally lived long enough to find each other.
Lance and Mordred lay on either side of me, cuddling me between them. Bors lay deeper in the bed, wedged in on Lance’s side between our legs, his face pressed against my hip, his arm draped over my thighs.
“This is quite the nest you’ve claimed, my queen,” Mordred said. “How many stories is this tower?”
“One hundred, but it’s not mine. I merely hold it for House Isador.” I stroked my fingers over Bors’ buzz cut, enjoying the feel of the short hair against my skin. “It’s no Camelot.”
Lance hummed against my throat. “It’s better.”
I lifted my head so I could see his eyes. “Guinevere built those shining walls with her own blood. That’s why the legend persists, despite the way Arthur spoiled everything with his curse. Nothing will ever shine like Camelot ever again.”
“Camelot was never about the castle, my queen. It was always you.”
“I built nothing here.” Until I said the words, I didn’t realize that it bothered me. I was thankful to be alive. I was extremely grateful to Shara for everything she’d done for me, including making me her sibling. If she hadn’t been at my back today…
I wouldn’t have been able to hold Arthur off.
My knights would be dead before I could claim them. Instead of making love with my Blood, I’d have been fucked by the king. Or I would have been dead. I knew which I would prefer if given the choice.
