Mist

chpt 5



All these things were now clear to Guinivere, she could have burst in

to tears if she was not so scornful of mawkish maidens who did just that,

feelings of sadness were taken over by determination mixed with arousal, if she

could not have Lancelot then so be it, she would just have to make do with

Arthur and Arthur was in for some surprises from Guinivere.



As she watched Lancelot again spilled his seed into Vincent, this time

there was no overflow, but the look of pleasure on his face left her in no doubt

that he found it an enjoyable pastime, as did Vincent, and she ached to find

such release for herself, once again her eyes met those of the Mouser, this time

she was drawn to look further down, an umistakeable bulge filled the front of

his trousers.



Mouser watched as Guinivere seemed to come to some sort of decision and then

turned her attention back to the bubble, Lancelot's frenzied pumping engrossed

her again, suddenly as he came, she looked at Mouser, her tongue sensually

licking her lips, then she looked down at his crotch, his own cock gave a twitch

and seemed to grow under her gaze.



Standing up she said, as if talking to herself.



 "I promised my Guardian that I would lay with no man until my wedding

night, but you are not a man in the strict sense of the word, and you

seem to be not uninterested"



Mouser clapped his hands togther, dispelling the magic bubble as Vincent

returned the favour to Lancelot's cock, Guinivere shook the half dream state

off, she smiled at him and held out her hands, Mouser drew her to him and said.



 "So my Lady, you have reached a decision, then let us go somewhere more

comfortable"



Drawing his cloak around them he whistled a small tune and the bottom fell out

of Guinivere's world, the sky whirled sickeningly, then abruptly they were in a

small enclosed clearing, a small house stood in the middle, the sky was a funny

colour and things smelled differently, Guinivere guessed, rightly as it turned

out that they were no longer in her land, but the land of the Daoine Sithe, the

land the Queen ruled and had ruled over for a thousand of years, here at least

she was safe, no dark magic could follow her here.



Mouser led her to the small house and threw open the door.



 "Tis but a humble abode My Lady, but it's where I call home, and where I am

strongest at, no one can assail me in my own home, though you are safe here the

Sithe are still a somewhat violent race, prone to small disagreements, and I

would not that we were disturbed"



So saying he shut the door behind her and incanted a short spell, as she looked

out the window she noticed an opaque shimmer, he had enclosed the house in a

bubble of pure power, he was then no ordinary Sithe, it appeared that he was

someone important.



 "Who are you, really?" she heard herself ask.



He bowed low and once again swept an imaginary cap of his head,



 "I present to you Prince Mathwer, commonly known as The Grey Mouser, I am also

the youngest son of the Queen"



Guinivere gasped, Mouser smiled.



 "Yes it commonly has that effect on people, which is why I prefer to be known

as Mouser, my good lady Mother and I have had some fallings' out through the

many hundreds of years since she birthed me, and I think she prefers that people

forget who I am, but enough of that My Lady, can I offer you some refreshment?"



Seated at a fine oak table Guinivere and Mouser shared a pleasant meal of roast

pigeon and fresh summer fruits, and a delightfully intoxicating wine, mentioning

in passing many small matters, Guinivere was entranced, Mouser was a superb

host, drawing her out about many things finally the discussion turned to her

predicament, Guinivere laughed.



 "How silly I was, not to have noticed, this explains many things about

Lancelot, his reluctance to perform the sacred Altar duty, his rebuffing of my

advances, poor Lancelot I must have driven him up the wall, at least I know that

he will release me from that silly vow I made him, he is a man of honour, and I

envy Vincent, the attachment seems sincere, but Arthur is not half the man

Lancelot is, and I fear I shall never know the same sorts of pleasures"



She sighed and Mouser laughed, Guinivere realised how self pitying she

sounded she blushed and turned her head away, Mouser reached across and took

hold of her hand, running a finger across her palm he said.



"And who's to say My Lady what pleasures lay in store for you"



Guinivere shivered the half forgotten arousal she'd felt before now came rushing

to the fore, she fidgeted on the chair, remembering the sight of Vincent sucking

on Lancelot's cock and the shocking but arousing sight of Lancelot and his cock

pumping in and out of Vincents arsehole, and the bulge in Mouser's pants,

perhaps he was right.