The bones in the corners whispered warnings. But this need within me burned hotter. I had to find this Guinevere. I had to know what she was—what power she possessed that allowed her to pull Excalibur, and what she meant for Logres and Camelot. I had to understand the threat she posed to my kingdom.
"But fear of losing your kingdom is not what is truly driving you in this mad need to find her, is it?"
"Of course—"
"—no. It is yourcockthat will not be silenced," she continued, looking down at my braies. "What consumes you isthe desire to slake yourself within her. To know you are the first and only man who will ever fuck her."
As she spoke, I could feel my prick getting harder, straining against the fabric, long and demanding.
"Stop—" I started as I glanced down and noticed I was now nearly fully erect. "Whatever you're doing to me—stop it at—"
"—you want topossessher. You want toconsumeher." She came closer.
"No," I answered, breathless by this point. "She is a threat—"
"—a threat to your desire." She stood directly in front of me now, and I suddenly felt light-headed—as if all the blood were rushing to my cock, which was now harder than I ever remembered it being. "You can and have had any woman you wanted, have you not, handsome kingling? And yet, the one woman for whom you burn… she spurns you."
"She… didn't spurn me."
She reached out then, ran her weathered, gnarled hand across the swell of my cock, making me clench my eyes shut as my breath stopped.
"She hides from you. Does not want you to find her," the witch continued as she reached her hand around my cock and squeezed. "She spurns you, Arthur Pendragon. She refuses you."
"No."
"What if—at this very moment—another man is rutting her? Another man is taking that treasure you desire for yourself? She is moaning his name as she takes his cock, and he rips through that barrier upon which you place so much importance."
No man can have her! She is ours!
"No."
"You could find her. You could ensure that no man ever fucks her but you. You alone hold that power, Arthur Pendragon."
“If I do this,” I started, my jaw clenched, “if I bed you… you’ll tell meeverything? Where she is. What she is. How I can find her?”
The witch's smile revealed teeth like shattered gravestones. “Everything,my sweet king. I shall tell you everything. But first, you must feed the hunger of ages.”
My hands trembled as I reached for the clasp of my cloak. The candlelight guttered, shadows shivering on the walls. Her eyes gleamed with ancient satisfaction.
The heavy fabric fell to the dirt floor with a softthudthat echoed louder than it should have. I stood there—Arthur Pendragon, King of Logres—on the verge of surrendering my cock to the foulest of beasts, not by force… but bychoice.
Fingers—cold, skeletal—worked at the laces of my braies. I should have stopped her. Should have pulled away.
But I couldn't move.
My cock sprang free, heavy and throbbing. The air hit it like ice, but then—warmth. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking slowly.
"There," she murmured. "See how easily you surrender?" It wasn't the voice of the hag. It was…hervoice.
I opened my eyes and looked down.
And froze.
Guinevereknelt before me.
Not the witch. Not that rotted hag with her serpent tongue and grave-smelling breath.
It was Her.
