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the queen’s breathing, before she moved
back until the cock’s head reached Guinevere’s lips.
    Guinevere
lost herself on the task of pleasing Morgana, her tongue swirling around the
woman’s member, her hands wandering over the witch’s body, her touch
light-feathered, caressing Morgana’s skin.
    When
she realized that the witch still possessed a pussy beneath her cock, she
couldn’t help herself and explored it, her motions eager. She touched Morgana’s
nether lips and found them wet, slick, almost pulsing with the blood that
thundered trough them.
    Her
fingers pushed against the other woman’s opening, easily sliding in, and
Morgana tightened her grip around the queen’s head.
    When
the other woman didn’t do anything to stop her, Guinevere started moving the
fingers, in and out, slowly and faster, trying to keep a random rhythm,
something that Morgana couldn’t predict.
    It
worked and after a minute Morgana’s motions had become erratic, her pleasure
obvious to all to see. Moans left her mouth and she couldn’t help but thrust
her hips forward, harshly, her prick sliding all the way into Guinevere’s
mouth.
    The
young queen widened her eyes as she found her throat blocked by Morgana’s hard flesh,
but a moment after the witch came, her seed exploding from her cock. Guinevere
found herself swallowing the white cum.
    Morgana
shuddered throughout her orgasm, resisting the urge to let her shaking legs
fold and fall to the ground.
    When
her cock stopped twitching and it started to recede, she leaned back from
Guinevere, letting the young queen get her bearings.
    Guinevere
could taste Morgana’s cock in her mouth and she looked up at the other woman,
ashamed and uncertain after how eagerly she had pleased the witch.
    Morgana
smiled and the laughed out loud. “That was the best blowjob I’ve had in a good
while – ever since Nimue.”
    The
other woman blushed and looked away.
    Morgana
shook her head. “No, don’t do that. Come here.” She said, gesturing with her
hand for Guinevere to come forward.
    The
young queen hesitated, but rose from her position and moved towards the witch.
    “We
need to get you ready; we can’t make love like this.” Morgana said gently,
starting to undress Guinevere. The woman let her, and soon enough her clothes
hit the ground, much like Morgana’s had done earlier.
    Guinevere
couldn’t help but shudder as the witch touched her, her body too tense, so
excited that a caress was enough to make her moan.
    Morgana
smiled and positioned herself behind the other woman, carefully brushing
Guinevere’s hair aside and kissing her neck, seeing as goose bumps appeared on
the queen’s skin.
    Guinevere
was docile and didn’t offer resistance to any of Morgana’s caresses, not when
the woman cupped her buttocks or when Morgana’s fingers grabbed her breasts and
squished them together.
    The
young queen only reacted when Morgana’s hand stopped over her core and the
witch probed her nether lips, pushing a finger inside of her.
    After
some moments, Morgana made Guinevere turn around, taking the queen into her
arms and kissing her, her mouth overpowering the other woman’s defenses,
claiming the queen’s mouth for her own.
    Morgana
pushed the other woman until they fell atop the bed, Guinevere trembling with
need underneath Morgana’s body.
    The
young queen moaned when Morgana kissed her, not hearing the sound of the room’s
door opening, or the steps, as Arthur entered the room.
    The
blonde froze, her mind needing a couple of seconds to process the sight of the
two women on the bed.
    Morgana
turned and looked right at her.
    She
had felt the other woman come and was ready to receive her. With a touch to the
shoulder she called Guinevere’s attention to their spectator.
    When
Guinevere saw Arthur at the door she froze, suddenly afraid of what was going
to happen. The blonde had never been harsh or cruel with her, but she didn’t
know if the other woman would forgive a betrayal like