Queen Arthur (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales Book 6) by Julie Law

Author:Julie Law [Law, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-08-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

Morgana couldn’t help but think it was amusing how someone’s life could change so quickly.

In less than a month she went from being a wanted criminal, a dangerous sorceress ruthlessly pursued by the Kingdom of Camelot, to the mistress of the king of said kingdom and being treated like a queen.

Citizens nodded their heads at her wherever she went; she had two knights always accompanying her, serving as her guides and bodyguards.

People respected her.

Or at least they feared her enough it seemed like it – both for her magic and her proximity to Arthur.

Her relationship with the blonde had turned out to be different from what Morgana might have thought. She believed Arthur would regret what she had done and try to end their affair, but the blonde surprised her and acknowledged her publicly.

Everyone on Camelot knew Morgana was their king’s mistress.

The dark haired witch sighed as she looked around.

She was standing in one of Camelot’s gardens, a place of savage beauty with flowers and fruit trees all around her, her guards standing some distance away, letting her gaze around one of her preferred places as a child.

She missed Arthur.

It was ironic in a way; they had been together that same morning, but Morgana missed her all the same. She was starting to realize she felt more than just lust for the blonde.

Morgana had to resign herself to seat down and wait for Arthur to come to her; she didn’t know anyone she could call her friend in the city – it was lonely in a way, but then that was the life she chose.

A commotion some time later forced to pay attention to her surroundings, and Morgana watched as a dark haired woman, dressed in an impressive golden dress passed by her guards without a glance, leaving her own attendants with them.

Morgana smirked.

It seemed that after some weeks, Arthur’s wife had finally decided to confront her.

Guinevere stopped a few feet away from Morgana and glared at the witch.

The other woman replied by letting her gaze take in Guinevere’s figure, eyes slowly roving over the queen’s body.

Guinevere was beautiful, with long dark curly hair and a pale complexion. Her lips were ruby red and her eyes green, her figure fit and curvaceous.

Morgana figured Arthur’s wife was about her age and once she really focused on it, she realized that wasn’t where their similarities ended – the two of them could almost be mistaken for sisters; their faces had similar cuts to it, only their eyes and forms were different.

The witch prided herself in the fact she was taller than Guinevere.

When the silence stretched between them, she smirked. “Is there something I can do for you, my queen?”

Guinevere’s mouth tightened. “You can leave my husband alone, sorceress.”

Morgana laughed. “You must be mistaken, my lady, Arthur is the one who comes to me, not the opposite.”

The witch could see Guinevere clenching her fists and resisted the urge to gloat. Arthur’s wife couldn’t harm her in anyway and it might be fun to play with her, or at least it was certainly better than being bored out of her mind.

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