Keywords: Camelot, 02, Ch.,

*Camelot Ch. 2 Anal Queen Triad *

The first chapter of "Camelot" was published earlier.

"When Mordred sat his trap, the greatest champion of Camelot had to fight his fellow knights to escape with his life. Guinevere was found guilty of treason. Brokenhearted Arthur had to condemn his Queen to burn at the stake. On the eve of the execution, however, one man rode to Guinevere"s salvation: Lancelot. The Queen"s rescue shattered the fellowship of the round table. In the chaos that ensued, armies were formed to clash in battle. Guinevere decided to take the veil, but before that Arthur, Guinevere and Lancelot met secretly…"

Arthur rode through the forest in a hurry. Wrapped in a simple attire and carefully keeping to the shadowy paths, nobody would suspect the horseman to be no less than King Arthur, King of Britain, about to meet his Queen and his First Knight. Even his sword, the renowned Excalibur, was carefully hidden in a simple scabbard, the hilt provisionally wrapped in linen. Through the long ride his thoughts inevitably roamed though the past, evoking shredded memories.

They were so young when he and Guinevere were wedded, a wedding of convenience, bringing a reluctant Kingdom into the United Family of Kingdoms. The wedding created a situation benefiting both parties and strengthening Britain against foreign invaders. They were so young and inexperienced. He was only recently sexually inaugurated by a country lass and tested by a young widow of a fallen knight, both with warm hearts for the youth-king, almost performing sex like a patriotic contribution. Guinevere was totally inexperienced and only at their wedding night had Arthur clumsily taken her virginity.

Despite all these handicaps, it seemed a miracle they actually fell in love. Guinevere admired his ideals, his honesty and his ambitious plans. She loved to listen to him, fascinated by his dreams. When differences of opinions appeared, Guinevere made herself quite useful. Some rough knights softened up considerably hearing his arguments, decorated by her charm. Arthur loved just to look at her, to enjoy her gracious movements. She had blossomed from a cute young lady to a woman of exquisite beauty. Although there was never really passion in the bedroom, there was warmth, tenderness and lots of laughter. When Arthur went to war, women regularly visited his tent as was the contemporary custom, but Guinevere never sought another companion, until the passion arrived...

The minute Arthur and Lancelot met, they developed a great friendship. Lancelot had a great passion for swordsmanship and warfare and eagerly absorbed Arthur"s ideas on battle tactics. Arthur"s knowledge of metal alloys, learned from Merlin, combined with Lancelot"s creativity in the development of new weapons, made for a formidable partnership. Their friendship was forged even more during a couple of military campaigns they fought together. For everyone it was clear Lancelot was the First Knight of the King.

Arthur soon also detected his friend"s admiration for his wife. It took him some longer to realize his Queen, in return, was developing feelings for his First Knight. It created an awkward situation, especially Lancelot participating in many tournaments and being without a consort, often was riding (and winning) as the Queen"s champion. Although worried and disappointed, Arthur as King and symbol for unity, couldn"t bring himself to a hard confrontation. Until Mordred saw to it the civilized, discrete solution snapped and forced him to follow the unwanted consequences. Initially Arthur succeeded in delaying the decision process, but when the start of spring eased the communication with the northern kingdoms, armies were formed to clash in battle. Now Arthur hurried to have a last meeting with the two people nearest to him.

In their absence Sir Aelfrith, one of his most dedicated knights, died and his widow Lady Oruale had sought refuge in Camelot against the threat from the Saxons. Oruale was of Irish origin. The daughter of Erin was not only strikingly beautiful, but also independent and a nonconformist both in her opinions and her behavior. One day Arthur saw her walking in the garden and approached her to ask how she handled her loss. She had looked at him with her mysterious green eyes and told him quite frankly she felt lonely. Not only that, she had trouble handling her natural urges. In the following moment of silence she had continued and asked him if she could visit his bedroom at night. There was no cuteness in her eyes and Arthur, not unaccustomed to ladies sharing his tent during a campaign, reacted as might be expected from a King trying to be helpful.

Arthur was surprised Oruale was so fiercely passionate when she fulfilled her urges. She almost drowned him in his juices and even urged him to fill her tiniest orifice, howling out the joy and ecstasy this gave her. She was eager to have him repeat this exotic penetration, showing him her gratitude by smothering his flesh with her mouth the moment he let it slip from her darkest channel. Arthur never thought he would engage a woman in sexual jousting with such ardor and vitality, but he did. Oruale confided she learned all those exotic ways to pleasure a man from Lancelot some years ago when her husband was severely wounded and bedridden for months. When she left Camelot because the threat of the Saxons had been lifted, they left as good friends who helped each other in difficult times. For Arthur, Guinevere remained his great love but now he rode his horse through the forest and thought of her, he felt eagerness in his loins he hadn"t felt for years.

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They met in a remote inn, far from the main throughway. Arthur immediately was led to the spacious bedroom, reserved for important guests. After about ten minutes Guinevere and Lancelot entered the room and the innkeeper discretely disappeared. They both knelt down as soon as they were alone.

"My Lord."

"My King."

Arthur looked at Guinevere. He almost forgot how beautiful she was. She had been grown older, but her age and simple attire couldn"t hide the natural beauty of her skin and the regality of her posture. Why his familiar feelings of warmth and affection this time mingled with feelings of passion and lust? The sight of her feet, barely visible between the long folds of her dress, and the modest onset of her breasts was enough to stir the flesh in his loins. Was it their long separation? Was it his experience with Lady Oruale who had introduced him to lewd acts of sexuality he never experienced before? Or was it the realization he had lost her and she now seemed a challenge to be re-captured? How he longed to embrace her, to feel her body.

"I missed you... both!"

With all emotions he had gone through, Arthur felt no more words needed to be said. They knew him better than himself and automatically would fill in the rest. Guinevere heard the anguish in his voice, the hesitation in his body. Overwhelmed by feelings of guilt, she felt to her knees, gripping his leg guards.

"It is all my fault! I was weak and visited him at night... Please, my Lord, forgive me..."

"If someone is to blame, it"s me, my King. I should have left but I couldn"t find the right moment. There seemed always a battle we had to win and the Queen…." Lancelot didn"t finish and merely bowed his head.

"Sir Lancelot, I am grateful you saved the Queen"s life. Please rise, my Knight and friend. Please rise too, my Queen, I could and can never remain at anger with you. You know I will always love you!"

Sobbing Guinevere threw herself in his open arms. Resting her head familiarly on his shoulder, wild emotions swirling through her head, she released her emotions in fragments of words.

"Arthur, I love you too... even when I betrayed you... I kept my secret chamber only for you... for my love and King... but I love him too... he is your right hand and your force... I love you both... I wish I could make love to you both..."

One of the virtues of a King is the ability to evaluate a situation swiftly and make decisions accordingly. The three of them could lament their situation the whole evening or...

"If that"s your real wish, my Queen, it could be arranged!"

Even Guinevere, always so quick-witted, needed a couple of minutes to read into the double entendre of his words. Could it be? Not her serious Arthur! But then she looked at his face, his scrutinizing look, and there was more. Yes, there had been a passion in his voice, a passion she felt from him such a long time ago she couldn"t even remember. When did he exchange his usual tenderness for passion? Something must be happened the last months, the last weeks...

And then, with the intuition of a loving spouse, Guinevere knew... Oruale, of course, it must be Oruale! In one of her last talks with Arthur he mentioned her husband was dying and his concerns about the Saxon threat and the necessity to move the women and children to Camelot temporarily. Inside she smiled. How fortunate Arthur found just the right woman to console him through these gruesome times. She should be grateful to Oruale. It seemed Arthur had a revived passion for her, just now, just at this impossible moment. Guinevere had secretly watched Oruale in the past; she knew how passionate her lady in waiting was in her surrender. Arthur would have acquired new desires, wicked desires. Guinevere blushed and rose.

"I wish it my King, allow me to leave and prepare myself for your pleasure..."

Lancelot looked bewildered, feeling an outsider in this spousal exchange of thoughts he couldn"t comprehend. Arthur came to his help.

"You can retire too, sir Lancelot, and present the Queen as she wants to."

When they had left Arthur undressed and waited comfortably in a simple housecoat.

He didn"t have to wait too long before Guinevere and Lancelot entered the room. They both had changed to comfortable housecoats. Only Guinevere had applied the creams, lady"s of the court used to apply to beautify themselves.

Keywords: Camelot, 02, Ch.,

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