The Gallery by Megan Derr

Author:Megan Derr [Derr, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay, Poly, Bisexual, Urban Fantasy, Romance
Publisher: Less Than Three Press, LLC
Published: 2018-05-08T16:00:00+00:00

The Bastard Son

Mordred was swimming in the cool, jewel-blue waters of his lake when the familiar tingle of Silenus's power rippled through his domain. He merely kept swimming, turning neatly in the water as he hit the small cluster of rocks in the center and picking up speed as he headed back to the dock.

Since it was a swimming dock, rather than one intended for boats, it was relatively close to water level. Mordred reached up and hauled himself onto it, slowly standing as water sluiced down his naked body. He reached up to free his hair from the almost painfully-tight knot into which he'd put it while he swam, leaving the damp, heavy mass to fall around his shoulders and halfway down his back.

Bright morning sunlight warmed his brown skin and made his countless tattoos shimmer, save where the black ones drank in the sunlight as though parched.

"Good morning, Your Majesty," he finally greeted, bowing slightly as Silenus drew nearer.

Silenus chuckled softly and leaned in to kiss Mordred's cheeks and then brush a final kiss teasingly across his mouth. As always, Mordred smiled faintly, even though such an impertinent gesture would result in a cuff upside the head should anyone else try it. "Centuries you've been with me, Sir Mordred, and still so formal. Most people cease with the formalities when they're naked around me." He drew back and winked. "But you maintain a barrier even after all the times I've had you in my arms—and my cock in your mouth."

"I would never behave so improperly, Majesty," Mordred replied. He'd been foolish enough to drop formality once, and it had cost him everything.

"No, you wouldn't, sweet boy." Silenus brushed back a strand of hair. "Not yet, anyway. But sadly, I did not come to enjoy your company."

Mordred's curiosity stirred. Silenus had been so casual, he'd assumed this was simply one of his infrequent, idle visits. He certainly would not have minded passing a few hours in pleasure with Silenus. He'd never love Silenus the way he'd once loved… someone else, but that wasn't what Silenus expected anyway. Silenus loved many, and waited for the day he would also love one. "Is there trouble in your esteemed gallery?"

"It's not quite trouble yet, but there is definitely something prowling about that should not be. I came to see if you would mind dealing with it."

"I am always honored to serve." Mordred touched one of the tattoos on his chest, and in a burst of soft, shimmering light, he was dressed in dark clothes and lightweight leather armor. A touch to a tattoo at his wrist, and he held his sword.

As always, Excalibur thrummed in his hand, alive in its own peculiar way and saturated in magic. Arthur, that selfish, greedy, arrogant bastard, had not been able to bear it when his favorite killing tool had finally torn free—and offered itself instead to Arthur's bastard son.

Mordred had driven the sword through his chest and reduced him to ashes. The remnants of Camelot had carted off his ashes to be properly buried at Avalon, more out of peace of mind than respect.

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