chpt 4



Grey Mouser looked at Guinivere's unhappy face, the only way out of this was to

make her even more unhappy, he sighed and then smiled as she turned around and

looked at him.



 "My Lady, I may have found a way out of this, now wait until I finish" he

silenced her as she started to ask questions, "I'm pleased that you have made

your blood offering, but did you ever stop to wonder why Lancelot was so

reluctant to do his duty, perhaps this might help"



He opened his hands and then brought them together in a mighty clap, a

small sphere of mist filled his cupped hands, Guinivere blinked, he

beckoned her to look closely into the mist, she felt as if she was

falling,falling, then slowly a picture formed in the mist, she jumped as she

recognised Lancelot, and with him, his equerry Vincent, obviously they had just

finished some vigourous activity, fighting practice perhaps, Vincent was helping

Lancelot off with his with gambeson and under tunic, sweat stained the

underarms, soon Lancelot was standing there naked



Guinivere stared, he was magnificent, his shoulders rippled with muscles and his

chest was smooth and hairless, narrow waist to narrow hips and long legs, but

Guiniveres eyes were drawn to his cock, it was not as if she hadnt seen naked

men before, but none as magnificent as Lancelot, without realising she leaned

closer and her hand reached out, as if to touch his flesh.



Mouser coughed and Guinivere looked around guiltily and then resumed her

watching, this was strange, Vincent should have drawn Lancelot a bath by now,

and he certainly shouldnt be staring at Lancelot in that fashion, Guinivere

stared, Lancelot gestured and Vincent dropped to his knees before Lancelot, half

horrified half enthralled Guinivere watched as Vincent ran his hands up the side

of Lancelots thighs, around his arse and buried his face in Lancelots crotch,

his cock quiescent at first began to respond to Vincent's attentions.



Guinivere wanted to shut her eyes, block out this scene, but she had to admit to

herself that she was aroused by what she was seeing, she watched as Vincent

grasped the semi erect cock in his hands, using a pumping motion he began to

stroke up and down. Lancelot threw his head back in pleasure as his cock

responded, soon it was standing stiffly erect, an even more magnificent sight,

Vincent pressed his thumb into the tip of the hard head gathering up the sticky

pre cum he spread it around the head and down the shaft, looking up at Lancelot

he grinned then slowly lowered his head.



Guinivere gasped as Vincent opened his mouth and slowy engulfed

Lancelot's stiff cock, his tongue licking up the sides and down again, dipping

into the tip to gather more leaking cum, spreading a mixture of saliva and cum

over the cock, from the look on Lancelot's face he was enjoying this, and

guiltily Guinivere realised that she was also enjoying the show, she wondered

what Lancelot's cock would taste like, her mouth was suddenly dry, and she

swallowed convulsively, her fists clenched and unclenched as she watched Vincent

pleasure Lancelot, she could feel deep inside of her that same warm feeling she

experienced when she had been presented on the Altar, as she shifted she

realised that her own cunny was wet and felt hot.



Mouser smiled knowingly as he looked at Guinivere, he also had to admit to

himself that the sight of Vincent sucking on Lancelot's magnificent cock was

very arousing, but more arousing was Guinivere's own obvious arousal,

unknowingly she was stroking her own breast through the fabric of her dress as

she watched, Mouser felt his own cock give a little jump of excitement as she

rubbed her thighs together, eyes glued to the mist bubble in Mouser's hands.



As she looked Lancelot spilled his seed into Vincent's mouth, she watched as

some dribbled out the corner, slowly Lancelot withdrew his cock from Vincent's

mouth, it was still hard and covered with a glistening coat of saliva and cum,

Lancelot leaned down and kissed Vincent hard, his tongue licking up the spilled

seed from the corner of his mouth. Lancelot pulled Vincent up and quickly

undressed him, Vincent was also a magnificent specimen Guinivere looked at his

erect cock and wondered what he would taste like.



Lancelot led Vincent to the couch and laid him down on his side, then he lay

down beside him and hugged him, Guinivere couldnt beleive her eyes, as she

watched, Lancelot grasped the cheeks of Vincent's arse exposing his hole,

wetting his finger, he thrust it in and out of the puckered hole, Vincent rolled

over onto his knees, his arse in the air, Lancelot held his cock between two

fingers and slowly pressed his entire length into Vincent's hole Guinivere was

horrified, but she was also very aroused, her thighs rubbing together, she was

suddenly aware that she was caressing her own breast, she looked up and caught

the knowing eye of The Grey Mouser upon her, guiltily she blushed, then unable

to help herself continued watching.



The sight of Lancelot thrusting his hard cock in and out of Vincent's

arse was almost to much for Guinivere to bear, even though she was technically

no longer a virgin, because of who she was, there had been none of the usual

"experimenting" that other people her age had experienced, of course she had

heard the servants talk, but nothing else, she watched Lancelot with an

intensity born of extreme sexual frustration, now she knew why he had resisted

all her advances, he was a man lover, no wonder he had been reluctant to perform

the Altar ritual on her, she felt a twinge of compassion for him, obviously her

Guardian knew about Lancelot, which was why he hadnt been to worried about her

stated avowal of love for him, he knew it wouldnt be returned and the Guinivere

was in no danger from Lancelot.