White hair cascading over bare shoulders. Violet eyes gazing up at me through dark lashes. Full lips parted, pink and perfect. A smile curved across her mouth—soft, seductive, hungry.
"My king," she whispered.
Our treasure.
Then she released my cock and leaned back, bracing herself on her palms, as she slowly spread her thighs.
My breath caught.
There—pink and glistening, already wet—was the cunt I'd dreamed of. Perfect. Untouched.Mine.
"Is this what you want?" Her voice was velvet and sin. "What you've been lusting for, my king?"
"Yes," I rasped, unable to look away.
Her hand drifted down, fingers trailing over the swell of her breasts, down her belly, until they reached that slick heat between her legs. She circled her nub slowly, her head falling back as a soft moan escaped her lips.
Take her. Now.
I watched, transfixed, as she touched herself—teasing, stroking. Her fingers slid through her folds, glistening with her arousal.
"You want to taste me?" she whispered, her voice breathy. "Do you want to feel how wet I am for you?"
My cock throbbed painfully.
"Yes," I growled.
She smiled—wicked and knowing—and spread herself wider.
"Then come closer, Arthur," she purred. "Bury your cock in my cunt and take what is yours, what no other man will ever experience." She looked up at me and smiled. "Or perhaps I should taste you first?"
Then she leaned forward, tongue darting out to taste the head of my cock.
"Gods—" The word tore from my throat.
She opened her lips wider, taking me into the wet heat of her mouth. Her lips sealed around my shaft as she began to suck, slow and deliberate. Every pull sent fire racing up my spine. Her tongue worked along the underside, teasing, tasting.
Yes. Ours. Take her.
I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. My hands tangled in that silken white hair as my hips began to move of their own accord. I thrust forward, pushing deeper into her mouth. She moaned around me—a sound that vibrated through my cock and nearly unmade me completely.
"Guinevere," I groaned, pumping faster now, desperate for more. "Take it. Take all of me."
She obeyed, relaxing her throat as I drove deeper still. Her hands gripped my thighs, nails digging in as if anchoring herself against my rhythm. The wet sounds of her mouth working me echoed obscenely in the small space.
I threw my head back in ecstasy, eyes clenched shut, lost to the sensation.
Closer. Harder. Fill her.
My release built like a storm gathering strength. Just a few more thrusts and I would—
I opened my eyes.
Blodeuwynstared back at me from her knees.
Yellowed teeth. Blackened gums. That serpentine tongue wrapped around my shaft like a vise. Her withered lips stretched wide, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.
Horror slammed into me.
