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Pains Of The Heart	By : queenofthediamonddogs Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 1731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5: Celebration
Camelot was preparing itself for the celebration of defeating Marcus' renegade army. The people of Camelot were recovering from the battle. It was a relief to know that the leader of the army was dead and the Kingdom was once again safe from threat. With the threat over, the people of Camelot could return to their lives peacefully and enjoy the peace and tranquillity of the Kingdom.

Uther knew that Elaine could not continue wearing Morgana's dresses, so immediately he had many many gowns made for her and he had some Knights go to Corbenic and try to recover any of her possessions if possible and to see the situation of the castle and Kingdom. Elaine knew that Uther would spoil her to try and help her ease the pain of losing her father. But the pain was constantly there for the young woman. She was now an orphan and living off the kindness of her uncle. The pain increased when the private funeral of her father took place two days after the victory of the battle.

As the funeral took place, Elaine stood next to her uncle and continuous tears fell down her cheeks. Towards the end of the ceremony, her whole body was shaking with silent sobs and both her uncle and cousin had to hold her up when her legs could not hold her up any longer. Her heart was breaking. Never in her entire life had she ever felt so alone at that very moment. When her mother died Elaine had her father to comfort her but now she felt like she had no one. Even though two members of her family helped her to her chambers. When she could walk no further, Arthur lifted her into his arms and carried her the remainder of the way. Her body shivered in her cousin's arms but it was not from the cold but from the continuous sobs that escaped her body.

Arthur carried her to her chambers and lay her on the bed gently. Instead of leaving her, he sat on her bed next to her and gently soothed her to sleep, still wearing her black mourning gown. Uther did not stay with them as he was emotional from his brother's funeral. Growing up, Uther and Pelles had the normal brother rivalry but they loved each other dearly. With Uther being the eldest, he would always be the one to inherit from his father and Pelles was going to go into the Knights to be close with his older brother. But it did not happen. Uther and Pelles' uncle died in his own Kingdom of Corbenic and he named Pelles as his heir. Ultimately Uther was happy for his brother but he did not understand why his uncle did not give him Corbenic to Uther because he was the eldest son.

Within 2 years of inheriting Corbenic, Pelles was married and happy but Uther was still unmarried and unhappy with his position in life. He wanted to be happily married to a beautiful noblewoman and soon with an heir to secure his position in his own Kingdom. Not long after he inherited his father's title, he met Ygraine and instantly fell in love with her. Everything went wrong when he excepted magic into his Kingdom and magic killed his wife. Something he will always despise.

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Arthur remained with his mourning cousin even as she slept. Despite the sibling rivalry that they shared, Arthur and Elaine still had the greatest respect for each other. Arthur would lay down his life for his cousin before he saw her hurt or killed. The two had a special bond which grew over the many years they were children especially when Elaine's mother died when she was only a girl. As he watched her sleep, he realised that she looked so frail and innocent. Arthur had now decided that he would take great care of her even after his father had died and Arthur was King. He now vowed that he would protect her. “I will always protect you Elaine. I promise you.” Squeezing her hand gently and brushing his lips against her knuckles.

Elaine stirred in her sleep and slowly awoke to see her cousin holding her hand in between his own. “Arthur.” She whispered softly as he gave her hand another squeeze and pressed his lips against her knuckles once more. “Thank you for caring for me.”

“I felt like I had to. You are family, Elaine. No one can ever take that away from you.” Holding her hand tightly in his own. “I promise you.”

Elaine gave a wryly laugh and moved to sit up straight. “Oh Arthur. I wish it were not like this, that we were reunited after so long apart.” Silent tears continued to fall down her cheeks. “I miss father.” Her silent tears fell faster down her pale cheeks. “I miss him so much.” Sitting up straighter and wrapping her arms around her cousin, who held her tight against him. “I need him Arthur.” She sobbed harder against his leather jerkin. “I don't want to live without him.”

“Oh my dear cousin.” Arthur whispered in her ear as he held her tightly to his chest, not caring that his jerkin was being stained by her tears. “Your father will always be with you in your heart and mind. He will never leave you if you always remember that. You have your memories of him in your heart and memories.”

Elaine took small but deep breaths to calm herself down before she moved away from her cousin's arms. “I cannot my cousin. I was so angry when I spoke with him last. He thought I needed to marry and he had been in talks with other Kingdoms to arrange a marriage for me.” She looked away from him and towards the open windows. “I feel stupid that I was angry for something he wanted me to have. He wanted me to have a husband in case he died prematurely and some greedy Lord was going to use me for my inheritance. Now I have nothing.” Turning her head back towards Arthur, who was watching her and listening to her carefully.

“You have something.” Arthur whispered softly. “You have me and your uncle. We will never leave you alone.” He held his arms out towards her and pulled her close to him. “I promise you that I will never let anyone or anything ever hurt you again.” He gently kissed her blonde locks as she silently cried against his shoulder. “I promise you.”

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The celebratory feast took place three days after the funeral of King Pelles. Elaine was still mourning and refused to leave her chambers. She did not wish to celebrate but her uncle insisted that she did. He had the royal seamstress come to Camelot and make Elaine many dresses to try and raise her spirits but nothing could bring her out of her depression. It was not until the day before the feast when her spirits were finally lifted. As a child Elaine had a habit of sitting in the courtyard and reading a book from her uncle's extensive but personal library. Even as a young woman, the habit had not disappeared.

The day before the feast, she had a book in one hand as she walked slowly around the courtyard, barely taking any notice where she was going as she was too absorbed in her book. Her blonde hair sort of glittered in the midday sun. It hung loosely down her back. Today she wore a dark blue dress with long sleeves. She wanted people to know that she was still mourning her father by wearing dark coloured dresses. Just as she was turning her direction towards the main steps to the entrance of the citadel, she heard marching footsteps from the knights, who were preparing for a scouting mission with Arthur. “Hello Wart.” Elaine smirked at the childhood nickname for her cousin.

“I thought you promised never to call me that.” Arthur glared at her as he reached her side. “You know it is a dreadful nickname.” Still glaring at her. It was the one thing he actually disliked about his cousin, she always knew how to tease him and annoy him. When he was younger, he developed warts on his fingers and she would tease him endlessly for his warts which made them get worse. “What are you doing out in the courtyard? Shouldn't you be inside doing your sewing?”

The two tilted heads and grimaced at the other. “Don't be so arrogant.” Elaine glared at him. “You are just jealous that I was able to beat you in sword fighting before you were 13 and I was 10.” Smirking at her cousin, while her eyes quickly glanced over his shoulder towards his knights, who were standing patiently, awaiting orders from Arthur. “I believe your knights need your instructions.” Elaine moved around her cousin and stood in front of the knights. Her eyes fell on one particular knight, causing her to blush brightly when his eyes met her own. They held their gaze for a few moments before Elaine had the courage and strength to pull away.

“Oh yes.” Arthur turned around to face his assembled knights, not noticing the exchange of looks between his cousin and Lancelot. “Be ready to leave in under 10 minutes.” Turning back to his cousin, who was looking up at him with hope in her eyes. “No Elaine! You are not coming! It is too dangerous.”

“It's a scouting mission Arthur. It is most certainly not dangerous.” Raising an eyebrow and folding her arms. “Please Arthur! I need to get out of the castle. I will be with you constantly so I will be safe in the company of many, many skilled men.” Her eyes flickering over to the patiently waiting knights and back to her cousin. “Please Arthur. Just let ride with you and I will stay by your side at all times. I wish to be released from the confines of the castle. I feel like I am suffocating.” Her eyes pleaded with him as well as her voice. “Please Arthur. I am sure the King will consent to it if he knew that I would be at your side constantly and under the care of your very able knights.”

Arthur growled as his cousin successfully sweet talked him. She always had the gift to get her own way. “I will speak with Father.” Holding his arm out for his cousin to take and to lead her back inside the castle. “Do not say it was your idea or he will not let you leave.” Arthur whispered to her as they approached the council chambers. Elaine gave a small laugh as the doors were opened for them and the two walked towards Uther, who smiled at the sight of the two of them.

Arthur bowed and Elaine dipped into a curtsey as Uther continued to smile at the sight of Elaine's small smile. “Arthur, Elaine. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I am about to leave on a scouting mission and I thought it would be good for Lady Elaine to join us. She has been inside the castle for too long and a ride in the country would do her good.” Arthur spoke confidently to his father and King, who listened intently to his son. “I insist that she will remain at my side at all times or at the side of one of the knights.”

Uther nodded slowly as he listened to Arthur's proposal of Elaine joining Arthur. “I shall agree to it but only if Elaine is to remain at your side at all times and she take her own weapons, just to put my mind at ease.” He chuckled as he placed a piece of parchment on the table and stood up to walk over to the two of them. “Be careful. Both of you. Come back in one piece.” He chuckled softly as the two bowed and curtseyed before leaving the council chambers together.

“I cannot believe you talked me into letting you ride with us.” Arthur grumbled as he led the knights out of Camelot with Elaine riding at his side. “If we are attacked, don't come crying to me.”

“If we are attacked, don't come crying to me.” Elaine laughed softly. “I remember you can running to me because there was a spider in your room.” She laughed again as Arthur grumbled under his breath. “What was that? Still afraid of spiders Wart?”

“You are never going to drop that name, are you?” Arthur glanced sideways at her. Elaine shook her head as she laughed softly into her hand. “You were always so strong when we were children.”

“We didn't have a care in the world then. Now we have everything to worry about.” Elaine spoke quietly as she nudged her horse up a slight hill. “I wish being older was simpler but alas it is not.” Chuckling softly as she nudged her horse forward. The fresh air was refreshing for her and the ride was pleasant, especially in the company of her cousin, who she saw as a brother. “How far are you riding today?”

“Not too far but we are passing a place I wish to show you.” Arthur chuckled as he glanced to his right, checking the safety of the area as the procession continued onwards. “Something you haven't seen in a long time.”

“Do not tease me, Wart. What is it?” Elaine chuckled softly as they reached the top of the small hill, she gave a small gasp. “Oh Arthur!” She giggled softly. Her eyes looking around at the small area, immediately recognising it from her childhood visits to Camelot. She remembered the first day she arrived in this small area. “You remembered. We haven't been here since I was 14.” It had been 4 years since Elaine was last in Camelot, just after her mother had been killed.

Uther had brought Arthur and Elaine to this secluded place when Elaine was 5 and Arthur was 8. It was at the bottom of a small valley where a small stream ran through the middle. There were rock formations around, which Arthur and Elaine liked to play hide and seek as their fathers watched proudly. Arthur brought Elaine to this place on her last visit as she was severely mourning her mother's death and he thought the private place would lighten her dark mood. It did cheer her up slightly but Elaine loved her mother dearly and nothing could take that fact that she only had her father.

Arthur pulled his horse into a stop and quickly looked around the area. “Search the surroundings and then rest until we move on in a an hour or two.” All the knights dismounted, tied their horses and a few moved to patrol the area. Elaine remained upon her horse as she looked around the area.

“My lady.” A soft voice spoke below her. She turned to see Lancelot holding out his hand to her. She gave him and smiled down at him and swung her leg over the horse. Lancelot reached both hands up and helped her down from the tall horse. “I'll tend to your horse.” He still had his hands on her waist, causing her to blush brightly.

“Thank you Sir Lancelot.” Elaine spoke quietly as her dark brown eyes rest on his own dark eyes. “I can attend to my horse. It is no trouble.”

Lancelot finally removed his hands from her waist and stood back from her. “It would be my pleasure to. Besides, I believe Prince Arthur wishes to be in your company.” Glancing behind her to see Arthur walking towards them, after he had given more orders to his knights.

Elaine nodded slowly, keeping her eyes on his. Neither seemed to want to pull away until Arthur stood next to them. “What are you planning Arthur?” Elaine finally pulled away to look at her cousin, who silently held out his arm to her. “Am I going to like this?” She laughed as she hooked her arm in his and he led them away from Lancelot.

Arthur led her to the edge of the small stream. “I remember that we used to make up stories about faeries and elves, especially when our fathers were not nearby.” He laughed as the two sat on the dry earth at the edge of the stream. “Can't do that any more. Those were the best times of my life. Just no worries in the world and you, father and uncle for company.” He chuckled as she took off her riding boots, placing to the side of her and stretching out her legs until her toes dripped into the cool running water. “Is it cold?”

“Nope.” She grinned at him as submerged both feet into the water and leaned back on her hands. “I could live here if it were not for the threat of bandits and other dangerous people.” She kicked her foot towards him, sending a sprinkling of water towards her cousin.

“Hey!” He exclaimed as he tried to move out of the way of the direct path of the water. “I remember the last time you did that. We both ended up in the stream and having colds for a week.” The two laughed softly as they reminisced about the past.

Not too far from them, a young knight watched the two of them. His mind and heart filled with confusion. He loved one woman and that woman loved him in return but now there was another woman, who could be able to win his heart and keep it safe. He could not say the same about her heart. Lancelot was falling in love with two women and one of them was going to be hurt because of it.

Arthur joined a few of his knights to patrol the surrounding, leaving Elaine in the care of Sir Leon, Sir Lancelot and a handful of knights. She remained sitting at the stream's edge with her feet dipped in the cool flowing river. With Arthur absent, Lancelot continuously watched Elaine. “Lancelot.” Leon hissed. “She is well. You need not watch Lady Elaine constantly.”

Lancelot chuckled as he stood tall and proud next to Sir Leon. “Old habit.” His hand resting on the hilt of his sword, which hung at his waist. As soon as the temptation arose, he moved forward and stood next to her. “Need the company, my Lady?”

Elaine smiled as she turned to look up at him. “I would gladly your company, Sir Lancelot.” Still smiling and watching him when he sat close to her. “How are you enjoying your knighthood? Is my cousin working you hard?” Sitting up straight with her hands resting delicately in her lap.

“I do enjoy being a knight of Camelot. It is an honour.” He spoke quietly as the other knights moved around behind them; tending to the horses or just enjoying time away from the castle. “The training comes with territory. I enjoy it but it is hard work.” Chuckling quietly as he watched the water flow slowly. “I am truly sorry about your father, my Lady.”

“Thank you.” She smiled gently but the smile did not reach her eyes as she looked down at her hands.

“I am sorry. I should not have said anything. I apologise, my Lady.” He spoke quickly as he saw her fighting to stop the tears from falling, which she was successful in doing so. “Please, do not feel uneasy. I understand your pain.” Elaine silently turned to face him. “I lost my entire family when I was a boy. It was then when I vowed to become a knight. To be able to protect people against those who seek to destroy people's lives.”

Elaine fought the urge to reach over and gently grip his hand but she fought the urge and left her hand in her lap. “I am sorry about your family. A pair of orphans we are.” She chuckled softly as she looked behind her to see her cousin returning. “Looks as if we are leaving.” Turning back to Lancelot, who was already on his feet and holding his hand down to Elaine. “Thank you.” She smiled gently and took his hand to stand up straight. She brushed down her skirts with her free hand and then allowed Lancelot to lead her to her horse.

Lancelot gave her a small and shy smile. “Always a pleasure, my Lady.” He aided her to mount her waiting horse, ensuring that she was comfortable and safe upon her gentle mare. “Are you comfortable my Lady?”

“Yes thank you Sir Lancelot.” She gave a small nod as she gripped the reins of her horse. “Where next, Arthur?” Elaine asked inquisitively, finally turning her attention away from the man she was slowly falling in love with. A light blush brushed across her cheeks as she thought about the kiss they shared in Corbenic Castle. It was a distraction but to Elaine it felt real especially since it was her first kiss.

“Something the matter Elaine?” Arthur asked curiously when he noticed that she was too quiet. “You're quiet.” The company continued their journey around the castle surroundings.

“Thinking.” She smiled gently towards him. “What I should wear to the celebration feast tomorrow evening.” Chuckling quietly. “The blue dress or the green dress.”

“Goodness me! You know you are to talk with Morgana or Gwen on advice with dresses. I would be very useless.” Arthur laughed lightly as they slowly made their return to the entrance of Camelot. “You know I think you look beautiful in any gown you wear.”

Elaine laughed as they trotted over the drawbridge and into the courtyard. Arthur dismounted first and aided Elaine from her own horse. “Thank you cousin.” She smiled widely to Arthur, as the elder held his arm out to lead her back into the castle.

From above, two sets of eyes watched Arthur and Elaine. Uther watched them with pride in his heart. These two were his pride and joy as well as Morgana. Deep down, he wished that he could tell Morgana that he was truly her father but he knew that it would kill her to find out that her own beloved her father was not truly her father.

The other set of eyes glared at the Prince and Lady as they disappeared into the main section of the castle. Morgana knew that her position was becoming more and more weak as Elaine's position within court grew. She knew that Elaine and Lancelot had grown close but recently it was obvious that they would never fall into bed with each other. Morgana gave a small chuckle. She knew that she would have to help them be overcome with lust and conceive their child with a little help. “Sister...” She called into her empty chamber.

“Sister...” A faint voice came from Morgana's mirror. Morgana recognised her elder sister's voice as she moved to the mirror on her vanity table, sitting herself on the seat. “You called sister?” Morgause's image was smiling back at Morgana inside her mirror. It was as if Morgause was sitting in Morgana's place and looking into the mirror.

“I was wondering if there was a lust spell or lust potion? I believe the Lady Elaine and Sir Lancelot need a little help in begetting their child.” Morgana smirked slightly as she watched her sister's own smirk grow. “I was thinking of giving them a slight nudge at the celebration feast tomorrow.” Still smirking as her sister listened to her carefully.

“Yes, dear sister. I believe you are right.” Morgause spoke gently with her own smirk still present. She raised her left hand and in her hand was a small vial of light blue liquid. “Place the entire contents of this liquid into a single goblet. Firstly, let Elaine drink some of the contents and then to let Lancelot drink the rest of the contents. Within an hour, the two shall not be enjoying themselves in the banquet hall but in the comfort of a bed.” The two laughed as Morgause stretched her hand out and pushing it through the glass. The glass did not smash but moulded itself around her hand but pushed the bottle into the reality of Morgana's room.

Morgana held out her hand and took the vial from Morgause. “The entire contents?”

“Yes or they shall be able to stop themselves if only half of the contents is emptied into the drink and the illegitimate child will be conceived on the night of the feast.” Morgause spoke gently as her hand retreated back into the mirror. “Remember, Elaine must be the first to drink or Lancelot will be unaffected by the potion and will not desire the Lady Elaine.”

“Yes sister.” Morgana chuckled and nodded as she looked down at the vial for a moment before returning her gaze to the mirror, only to be met by her eyes and not her sister's dark ones. Morgana returned to look at the small smile as an evil smile spread across her face, watching the still blue contents of the vial. She was going to bring about Uther's downfall; starting from his heart. Elaine was a part of his heart and shaming her would slowly rip his heart into pieces.

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Elaine could not help but smile as she sat between her uncle and Morgana. She was enjoying the celebrations. The celebrations of being free, happy and alive. Every person and being in the hall was oblivious to the plans Morgana had for a certain couple. Continuously, Morgana would look between Elaine and Lancelot. She had noticed that the two of them would constantly glance up at the other, only to blush and look away when their eyes met. Morgana sat silently as she thought of a way for the two to drink from the same goblet and to retreat to a private room.

Uther, Arthur and Elaine spoke of the past, of the good times they had spent as a family. The three were laughing the loudest at a story Uther had told them about Pelles trying to rescue a damsel in distress when she was truly a man. The man was disguised to run from his father, who was trying to force him to marry a rather ugly woman.

Once the feast was over, people began to socialise by walking around the Great Hall. Elaine tried her best to speak to everyone but Arthur or her uncle would always claim her attention. This proved to be a problem for Morgana as she needed to give the potion to Elaine and Lancelot quite soon or she would never be able to get them to drink.

Soon dancing began and Elaine danced with her uncle first. The two waltzed around the hall gracefully to the steady beat of the music. No one noticed the glares Morgana was sending her cousin. Elaine was now obviously the first lady of the court and was now considered the beauty of the court. Jealously rose in Morgana as she watched the King and his niece finish their dance. The whole room applauded the King and the Lady Elaine as they moved to the side of the room to where Arthur stood with Lancelot and other knights. “Ahhh finally.” She spoke to herself as she reached for the nearest goblet filled with wine.

Once Uther moved away from Arthur, Elaine and the Knights and retreated to bed for the night. This made the plan easier for Morgana as Uther would not be there to watch Elaine's every move. He would not be able to see Elaine and Lancelot leave the Great Hall together in a possible hurry. Morgana moved to the small group of people with the goblet of wine in her hand and she quickly emptied the vial into the goblet. “Arthur, I believe it is tradition that the newest knight of Camelot shares a goblet of wine with a Lady of the court.”

“I believe so.” Arthur chuckled and placed his hand on Lancelot's shoulder. “Lancelot.” He turned to look at his cousin, who was chuckling softly as Arthur held his hand out to her. “My Lady.” He grinned cheekily as Elaine placed her hand delicately in his to allow her to stand in front of Lancelot.

Elaine's heart pounded furiously in her chest as her eyes met with Lancelot's. “Would you care to share a drink with me, Sir Lancelot?” Elaine spoke quietly as she took the goblet from Morgana and slowly raised it to her lips. Her eyes were fixed upon Lancelot's. Neither could pull their gaze away from the other as Elaine drank some of the wine. She finished her portion of the drink and held out the golden goblet to Lancelot.

“I would gladly share a drink with you, my Lady.” He nodded his head towards her a little and drank the rest of the wine, his eyes fixed upon Elaine's as he drained the cup. Morgana silently took the goblet from them and watched them both, waiting for the potion to take effect. She saw a change in them both that no one else saw. A change in their eyes. There was lust and desire within them. “Would you care to dance, my Lady? If your cousin does not object.” Holding his hand out towards Elaine.

Arthur gave a laugh and nodded. “I doubt she would listen to me if I said no.” Turning his attention to the other knights as Lancelot led Elaine to the middle of the room, ready for the next dance.

“My Lady.” Lancelot bowed a little before the music began. The dance was slow and sensuous. Neither of them could take their eyes off the other. When their hands touched a small spark seemed to pass between them, wanting them to touch hands again and for longer. Once the dance ended, Elaine's face was flustered despite the dance being slow.

“Care to join me outside?” Elaine asked quietly as she tried to avoid the gaze of every other person in the room in case they saw her blushing cheeks and read her thoughts. “I am in need of fresh cool air.” Biting her lower lip as he held out his arm and she placed her hand in the crook of his elbow. Neither of them dared to look behind them as Lancelot led her out onto the battlements of the castle that overlooked the lower town.

“Are you enjoying the celebrations, my Lady?” Lancelot asked politely as they stood arm in arm and looked out at the Kingdom. He quickly glanced to his right to see a few guards watching them carefully.

“Yes thank you. Are you?” She stuttered slightly as she glanced up at him but looked away when he looked at her.

“Yes thank you my Lady. Especially now.” He spoke boldly, which shocked him a little as he never spoke out of turn especially in front of royalty, unless he needed to. “Shall we return inside?” Elaine only answered with a simple, quiet nod and Lancelot led them back inside but he did not take her directly to the Great Hall. He stopped in an empty corridor and looked down at the young woman. “My Lady. I do not know what to say but I feel like I should do something.”

Elaine nodded. “I think understand.” Turning her body to stand in front of him and her hands resting on his shoulders as the two stepped closer to the other. “Lancelot.” She whispered, her eyes closed and her head tilted up towards him. She waited. Waited for him to press his lips against her own. His breath tickled her waiting lips and soon his lips pressed against her own. She gave an inward gasp as he pulled her closer and into the shadows of the corridor. His desire for her overcoming him and the gentle kiss turned passionate. He pulled her as close as he could, his arms wrapped tight around her, crushing her to his chest.

Elaine's hands gripped his tunic as he slowly turned them and pressed her against the wall. She gasped at the pace of their actions but it was suppressed by her own carnal lust. Her hands gripped his hair, holding him to her lips, not wanting to part from him. A gasp fell from her lips when she felt his hard member press against her through his breeches and her skirts. “Lancelot...” She gasped once more as she pressed herself against him. A new and wonderful but strange feeling was growing inside her as his lips travelled down her jaw and settling on her neck, gently nipping and sucking the tender flesh.

His hands moved up her back and attempting to bring her closer than he already was. He had forgotten that she was the King's niece and not some tavern girl, whom he could bed and not have to worry about in the morning. When she gasped his name again, he had to pull away quickly. “My Lady! I'm sorry.” He gasped in shock at his own actions but right now he wanted to forget who she was and who he was and give her the well deserved attention that they both craved.

“Do not speak.” Elaine pressed her finger against his lips. “I do not want to think about anything. I cannot think about anything except you.” Her breathing came quick and loudly. She quickly glanced behind him. “Our presence will not be missed at the celebrations.” Holding out her hand to him. “Will you follow me, Sir Lancelot?” She questioned him with her brown eyes.

He paused for a moment as he studied her beautiful, yet innocent face. “I will follow you anywhere, my Lady.” Taking her hand in his and allowing her to lead him along the corridor and up many stairs. As they travelled to Elaine's chambers, Lancelot's eyes trailed over her body, taking in as much as he could at that moment. His heart and body yearned for her. Something he had never felt before for a woman. His heart yearned for Gwen but he never desired to bed her, he only desired to love her.

Her hand trembled slightly as she opened her chamber door and the two moved inside the warmth of her room. Once the door clicked shut, the two of them immediately faced each other and threw their arms around the other and embraced each other. His hands held her close to him and her own hands rested on his chest, her fingers gripping his tunic. Their lips moulded together. Elaine reached behind her and bolted the door. “Lancelot...” She gasped as he moved his lips from her lips and to her neck, giving her pleasure she had never felt before. It was building up in her stomach and seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

Lancelot could not control himself as he pushed her body against the door. She let out a loud gasp as her back hit the wood but it was unheard by Lancelot as his lips continued to torture her neck. Her hands quickly began to undo the ties of his tunic and they moved down to the hem to delve underneath and feel the heat of his abdomen. He pulled away from her lips at the feel of her hands under his tunic. “My Lady.” He gasped as she slowly began to remove his tunic.

“Lancelot.” She whispered his name. “Call me Elaine. Please.” Pulling the tunic off and revealing his chiselled chest. “Do not stop.”

“I cannot stop.” He whispered as her hand ran down his chest, closing his eyes and enjoying the touch of her soft and petite hand. “Do you wish to stop?” Elaine shook her head slowly as she dropped the tunic on the ground, leaving it forgotten. “Neither do I.” He whispered as he held her close and captured her lips with his own. His large hands began to undo the ties at the back of her dress, gradually loosening the beautiful gown.

Elaine gasped as the dress was pushed off her shoulders and it finally fell to the floor, revealing her bare body to him. She pulled away from the half naked man's lips to cover her naked torso with her arms. She turned her head away in embarrassment but Lancelot gently turned her face to face him. Her brown eyes avoided his own brown eyes but when he pressed his lips against hers, she looked up at him and allowed her arms to fall to her sides.

Lancelot held her close to him and gently led her towards her large bed. Halfway to the bed, he lifted her into his arms. They broke their kiss for a moment and stared into the other person's lust filled eyes. He carried her petite body to the bed and gently lay her on the bed. He wasted no time and lay over her, keeping most of his weight of her as he pressed his lips against her own. She took a sharp intake of breath and wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer to her.

Their kisses became more and more rushed as Lancelot's hands wandered over her flushed body. Elaine gave a small moan every time his hand brushed against her breast. She lay under him with her hands resting on his shoulders as she did not know what should be her next move. “Elaine...” He whispered close to her panting lips before raising himself away from her slightly. “Do you wish to stop?” He really hoped she would not say no.

“No.” She whispered without hesitation. “Please Lancelot. I need you.” Her hands moved from his shoulders and nervously ran down his arms and body until she reached his breeches, slowly unlacing them with nervous hands.

His larger hands stopped her. “Let me.” Kissing her swiftly before laying next to her and undoing his breeches. Elaine watched him nervously but she could not wait to see him completely bare. Her mind was speaking for itself and she had no control over her thoughts and actions right at that moment. If she did have control of her thoughts and body, she would be telling him to stop but that little voice was hidden within the depths of her mind and forgotten. Her eyes took in the vision of his muscled body, it had a few scars but none of the scars looked as if they were fatal.

Her heart continued to hammer in her chest as he completely removed his breeches and lay next to her. Her eyes tried to avoid his hardened member but she could not help and let her eyes be drawn to his member. Elaine looked up at Lancelot, who lay very close to Elaine with a hand on her naked hip. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. They moved closer until her breasts were pressed against his chest. She gasped softly as he tenderly pressed his lips to her own, the kiss was not rushed but it was slow and loving.

The slow and loving kiss turned to a more passionate kiss as he ran his hand down her hip to her thigh and hooked it over his own hip. He pressed himself closer to her and slowly pushed her onto her back. It was obvious that she was a maiden but neither seemed bothered by the fact as he gently parted her legs and settled between them. He kissed her softly as his fingers brushed against her aching sex, causing her to jump at the intimacy of his touch. “Relax.” He whispered softly an inch from her parted lips as he slowly pressed his hard member into her slowly.

She froze. Her body went stiff as he fully pressed inside her. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, her eyes shut tightly and her breathing came out in strangled pants as she tried to get through the pain. Never in her life did she think that being intimate with a man for the first time would hurt so much. “Open your eyes.” Lancelot whispered to her as he remained still over her and inside her. “Elaine...” He whispered softly, his lips close to her cheek.

Elaine slowly opened her eyes and fixed them upon him. “It hurts.” She gasped softly through the pain, her eyes still focused on Lancelot.

“Breathe slowly. It will stop soon.” His lips hovered over her own for a moment, keeping eye contact with her for a moment before distracting her with a searing kiss. As he distracted her with the kiss, he gently shifted his hips forward. She let out a soft gasp against his lips and her grip tightened on his shoulders, to the point of painful but he grip gradually loosened as the pain ebbed away. Lancelot kept gentle thrusts as he was afraid that he was still hurting her and he kept his lips pressed tightly against her own, thinking it was what was distracting her from her pain.

The grip on his shoulders lessened and one hand move to the back of his neck, holding his lips to her own as his gentle thrusts continued. He pulled away from her lips for a moment and looked down at her. She had the face of an angel. She looked so innocent under him. Her long blonde hair and her large brown eyes. She didn't seem to be real but yet she was. He bent down and kissed her swiftly to make sure he was not dreaming.

Elaine's fingers tangled themselves in his hair and her other free hand still lay on his shoulder. The new sensations within her were driving her wild. His thrusts grew harder as he slid inside her easily. “Lancelot!” She cried out when his thrusts grew harder and quicker. The pleasure was building up within her. Their movements began to move in synch with the other though Elaine's were not as confident as Lancelot's but she was slowly learning.

“Elaine.” He groaned against the heat of her shoulder, his hand running down her side, caressing her breast with his hand. “Oh Elaine.” He panted as his thrusts turned faster and harder. He knew he was not going to last much longer and neither was she. Lancelot's heart beat faster than ever before. His heart beat for this woman. Yes, lust may have caused their actions but now lust seemed to have been replaced by clear love and happiness at being so close to such a wonderful woman.

Elaine's small frame shook under him as she reached the height of her climax, causing her lover to follow very soon after her. Releasing himself deep within her. His head rested against her shoulder with his hands either side of her body, holding his weight off her. Her arms were tight around him as they both caught their breaths. Her hair fanned out behind her as she finally caught her breath and drew lazy circles on Lancelot's back. “Lancelot.” She whispered softly, feeling her eyes drooping from exhaustion.

The young knight raised his head and looked down at her. Shock flooded his features as he realised what had happened but his own exhaustion was fighting against his shock. He nodded slowly and pulled from her. Cautiously and quietly, he reached to the foot of the bed and pulled her bed covers up and over them. At first he felt awkward laying in her bed but right now they needed the comfort of the other. He moved closer to her, wrapped an arm around her and pulled Elaine into his side. Instinctively the young woman moved into his embrace, turning on her side and resting her head and hand on his chest. Lancelot held her close, feeling her even breath under his hand until he too was claimed by sleep.

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