Red Tunic of Sex (8)

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“Gaius… are bạn sure it was them?” Merlin couldn’t believe what he heard. “Maybe bạn saw someone else? Maybe it was just …” he couldn’t come up with a proper solution because there seemed none.
    “I know what I saw Merlin.”
    “And it was Gwen?”
    “Yes”
    “But… it is so unlike Gwen to commit such a sinful act. Did bạn hear them properly, Gaius? bạn are getting old, bạn know, and your hearing could have deceived you, besides...”
    “Merlin!!”...

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    “Merlin!” A voice calls to him. He has gone to the lower town to pick up a few things for Gaius. Lord Roderick continues to leave him thankfully undisturbed, so he is actually able to get a few things accomplished.
    He turns in the direction of the voice. It is Wilhelmina, the blacksmith’s wife.
    “Hello,” he greets her.
    “Um… will bạn give this to Queen Guinevere for me please?” she says hastily, shoving a linen-wrapped parcel into his arms. It is warm.
    “Sure,...

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    “Feeling better?” Guinevere asks. They’re still lying in bed, now cuddled under the covers together.
    “Almost,” he says, and he turns onto his back, pulling her with him, trading places with her so that her head is now resting on his chest.
    I knew he wasn’t done with me yet, she thinks, smiling and resting her hand on his chest, idly toying with his chest hair beneath her fingers.
    His hand strokes her side, trailing down to her rear, where he gives a gentle squeeze before resting...

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    Lunch took longer than expected, so they ride swifter after they eat, slowing occasionally to let the ngựa rest some.
    “I must say Guinevere, bạn did impress me back there,” Arthur says, dropping back to ride beside his wife for a bit.
    “Thank you. I tried to be brave, but my tim, trái tim was pounding like a frightened rabbit,” she admits.
    “Well, it did not show. I am also impressed that bạn still wanted lunch after all that… all that carnage,” he chuckles.
    “I’ve...

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DISCLAIMER: For the purposes of my story, I've decided to make the Arthurian legend an obscure one. So please suspend your disbelief for me.

    Gwen is sorting through boxes. Arthur left for work an giờ and a half ago, with much whining and carrying on about not wanting to leave. Gwen laughed at him and pushed him out the door, but she was not looking phía trước, chuyển tiếp to the tiếp theo two days alone in this new place. “At least I have something to do,” she says aloud, deciding to tackle the dreaded phòng bếp, nhà bếp straight away.
    Do whatever bạn like, Arthur...