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   Arthur and Morgause

   Darkness reigned in the cave.  At least it was clean and dry though,
which was more than Arthur had expected on this wild and windy night.  He
turned and waved to his sister, telling her that the place was safe and she
could come up the track from where she had sheltered underneath the tree.
The girl stumbled and he raced down to catch her.  His eyes were constantly
searching the treeline to ensure that there were no bandits or demons
around, for such were known to lurk in these places.

   Inside the cave they found dryness and a measure of quiet.  The rain
still poured outside and thunder rumbled on the horizon.  The sky was split
by a sword of forked lightning that illuminated them both.  Arthur dropped
to his knees and pulled a handful of dry kindling from his pack, spreading
it amongst several rocks to for a small firepit.  He lit it with a flint
and a handful of tinder that he found in a crevice in the wall.  It took
him longer than normal because the air was so wet and had misted upon the
flint.  Eventually flames roared from the dried sticks and a small but
warming fire lit the mossy rocks of the walls.

   "I will look around.  You stay here Morgause." Murmured the future king,
his voice easily assuming the note of command.  "There is some food in my
pack and some dry clothes."

   "Dry clothes?  How?" She asked, looking up at him from beneath her thick
lashes.  For Morgause was a short and dark girl, fully grown at eighteen
years old but short even for their people.  The ancient Britons were quite
short as a rule, but Arthur had inherited some lanky genes from his
father's side that lay wholly dormant in Morgause.

   "Merlin thinks highly of me, thank the Gods.  He gave me an oilskin pack
when I came of age, like that used by seamen who travel the world.  They
keep their belongings dry in it."

   She did not question further but instead opened the string at the mouth
of the bag and started pulling things out.  Sword in hand, Arthur examined
the extent of the cave.

   Morgause (also known as Anna by those of Roman descent) was the
half-sister of King Arthur.  The daughter of Hoel and Lady Igraine she had
been committed to the Christian church by her unthinking father.  She had
rebelled against this and had been locked in a cage high on a hillside. 
When Arthur had heard of this poor treatment of his sister he had set out
to rescue her and, after many trials and adventures, had set her free from
the cage.  He had been forced to battle a dragon and search his inner soul
to do so; the man believe in the old Gods though and so the Christian could
do nothing to hurt him.  He had struck down the monk who held the keys to
her cell and set Morgause free into the wilds of Britain.  She was
helpless, defenseless, and so he had vowed to return with her to the court
of Gorlois.  There he would protect her.

   The thing that Arthur was struggling with was his sense of attraction to
the girl.  She was possibly five feet two inches tall with long dark hair
that fell to her waist.  Her face was open and innocent, with big liquid
brown eyes and a nose that curved up at the end; her lips were soft pink
and wide.  Her chin was rounded and soft.  Even beneath her baggy clothes
Arthur could tell that she had a shapely body.  The material had begun to
cling to her in the rain and show off her large breasts and wide hips and
the little bit of a paunch at her stomach.  He had purposely left her alone
to change as he knew that he would not be trustwhorthy around her.  Being a
young soldier he had been on the road for several weeks to rescue her. 
Aside from a tumble with a barmaid in one of the inns he had frequented he
had not dipped his oar into any waters in far too long.  He was accustomed
to hot women of all ages climbing into his bed every night, sometimes in
couples or threesomes.  He was a hot sexed future king and everyone woman
wanted to carry his bastard child.  He had cleverly consulted the Merlin
about such things and the man had given him a charm to protect himself. 
Despite this they still came to his bed.He enjoyed it immensely.

   The thoughts of his warm, dry bed and the company of a good woman made
his pants distinctly uncomfortable.  So it was that when he came across a
pile of dry logs in a corner at the back of the cave he felt relief.  They
would have a fire all night to dry out by, and at least his bed would be
warm, if not warmed.

   Putting away his sword he picked up the logs in his arms, chasing away a
giant spider that scuttled across the floor.  Feeling the need to be back
by the campfire rather urgently he fairly ran back to the entrance to the
cave.  So it was that he caught Morgause half changed.  The girl had
released her hair so that it flowed down over her shoulders and breasts. 
What beautiful breasts she had too.  They were large and looked weight as
she bent forwards over the flames to warm herself.  She had removed her
hose and wore a simply, loose loincloth that barely covered her bottom but
nothing else.  Arthur's breath caught in his throat as he looked at her. 
He felt the demon rise in him, the part of himself that he thought of as
coming from his father, King Uther.  It was the sprit that infused him in
battle, and the one that made him sometimes wicked to his fellow courtiers.
He bit his lip and wished it away.

   I should not look at her so.  She is my half sister.

   She is a beautiful and desirable woman bred to be a future queen.  I
want her.  Hissed Uther in response.

   No.  I will not.  She is under my care.

   Care for her by taking her to your bed.  You will be warm and provided
for.

   No!  He screamed into himself.  Tears came into his eyes as a quick rush
of images filled his mind.  His lips on hers.  His teeth on her nipples. 
His tongue between her thighs...  He howled but had lost control.  Striding
forwards confidently, the noble Arthur was gone and Uther stood in his
place.

   "Arthur!  You startled me!" She gasped, looking around at him with
frightened eyes.

   He smiled widely.  His eyes lit.  "I found logs to warm us!" He dropped
them at her feet like a prize fox brought by a dog to it's master. 
Shivering, Morgause snatched up a shirt to cover her nakedness.  She
slipped it on over her head and went back to brushing her hair, using her
fingers to pull free mats in the silky strands.  Arthur found this simple
movement overwhelmingly attractive.  His cock pulsed in his trews.  Giving
in to it's strong nature he stood behind her squatting form.  His calloused
hands slipped around her and cupped her firm, full breasts.  Morgause
hissed underneath her breath but acted as though nothing was happening. 
When Arthur slipped a hand down over the curve of her belly to the top of
her clout Morgause finally pulled away strongly.

   "Arthur!  What are you doing?  By the Gods, I'm your half sister!" She
said, he voice quivering with anger.  Arthur saw in her eyes the look of
crazed lust though.  She had enjoyed his caresses on her shapely young
body.



   Morgause had seen the way that Arthur had been looking at her since he
had rescued her several days before.  He had stolen glances at her eighteen
year old form any time he though she was not looking.  The girl had blushed
heavily whenever he did it, for her own body responded.  Being locked in
the cell by that crazy old monk had been hell for her.  Just as the nunnery
had been.  She was a girl who was accustomed to having men fall at her feet
whenever she chose.  After a year cloistered behind high walls with no
menfolk to share her bed, and admittedly only ugly women, she craved the
touvh of a man.  Arthur was her usual choice for a conquest, a brave and
gallant knight who had rescued her from a hum-drum life.  He was her
half-brother however, and not to be dallied with.  A few more days and the
men of Gorlois' court would be hers to play with.



   The thought of his sexy half-sister laying with him caused Arthur's
breath to become short and his palms to sweat.  The reputation of this fine
young strumpet had carried even to the walls of the court and he had heard
several rude ballards about her life before she took the veil.  He knew
that her lady parts must be craving the attentions of a man; that she would
want to open her legs for him as she had many other men.  His sensitive
nostrils caught her scent and he knew that she was wet from his simple
touch.  He knew that he could have her, and so he chose.

   "Sister mine, you must be cold.  We could warm one another."

   She laughed and stepped further away from his outstretched hand.  "That
would be improper."

   "You have been without for too long.  Let me ease your pain." He
pleaded, his voice hot with his lust.

   "I have been fine for men, thank you." She countered.

   "We both know that isn't true." He rejoined, stepping towards her once
more.  His movement brought his full form into the firelight, and Morgause
could see the bulge in his breeches.

   "By the Gods!" The woman giggled, breaking down.  "You look pretty warm
to me.  Are you carrying concealed dagger?" "No, it is all mine!" "That I
cannot believe, brother mine." She said.  Her hand betrayed her mind by
reaching out.  Her fingers curled around his hardness through the thin
material.  She gasped in shock.  "Gods, it IS all you...  Gods!" She licked
her lips hungrily.  "Yes.  Bigger than Sir Galahad, yes?" Snickered Arthur,
watching the surprised expression on his half-sister's face.  She kept
groping him as though she did not believe it.

   "Most certainly...  much!  ah I mean...  um...  I would not know, I have
never...." "You lie badly, Lady Morgause." Smiled Arthur.  "There were many
witnesses that night." She did not answer.  Her eyes and hand were still on
her brother's meat bulge.  Arthur moaned as she began to stroke and squeeze
his desperately needly cock.  He reached his own strong hand out and gave
his sister's breast a suggestive squeeze.  "Feel good, my whore-sister?" He
whispered.  "Most decidedly." She hissed back.  "I want to see it."
Willingly the future King dropped his breeches easily.  He wore no
underthings and his big, veined sword stood out between his legs.  It was
as long as his fingers and as thick as two together.  Morgause, never one
to hold back when taken by lust, dropped the shirt to expose her bounteous
boobs.  She knew he was her half-brother but she was too horny to care
right now.  If that cock was as fulfilling as it was big then she would
ride it once or twice this night.  She took off her clout too, kicking it
easily into the rapidly growing pile next to the fire.

   Arthur surveyed his sibling with an eye that was practiced and true. 
She was beautiful, standing in the firelight with the flames glimmering on
her dark, naturally brown skin.  All the glances he had stolen at her had
not prepared him for the sheer sexiness of the actual woman.  Her big
breasts hung firmly on her chest and were topped with dark brown nipples
that pointed out in the cold night air.  Her puffy lips, already moist with
dew, poked out from between the thickness of her perfect thighs.

   She loved the size of his meat and she grabbed it in both hands. 
Abandoning herself to the moment Morgause's fists soon became a blur on the
turgid organ as she pumped it for all she was worth.  His own hand went to
her slushly young slit where he could feel her arousal in her protruding
young clit.

   "Fuck me, brother mine!" She hissed between closed lips.  "Oh, fuck me
now!  It has been far too long since I rode a cock!" The warrior picked her
up easily and lay her down on the soft moss of the floor.  This was not the
time for gentle loving.  While seized by the spirit of Uther, the man knew
that it may not last for long.  If his concience returned he would not do
this crazy, wonderful thing.  The sheer foulness of their incestuous
relationship drove him forwards.  Their need was overwhelming.  Arthur felt
his balls boiling with semen that was only going to one place - his
sister's pussy.  She wanted it, needed it, was calling out for it as she
raked his dick and his back.  Spreading her legs wide, Arthur easily found
her slick young chute.  He was practiced at this.  It mattered not that it
was his sister.  It was all the same on any woman.  With an easy push of
his hips he speared her bottom to the soft floor.  His big, bloated dick
slipped into her easily, her quim wet and juicy for actions.  Her legs
wrapped around his hips, pulling him to her as she was fucked.  They kissed
and bit and licked each other's faces, both crying with the joy and misery
of the incestuous coupling.

   Despite the cold they were sweating and moaning.  Their thrusts at each
other drove them on, each moving faster and faster.  Morgause, ever the wet
and horny one, felt her orgasm rush upon her.  Her cunt clamped onto
Arthur's thickness.  She moaned loud, thrusting wildly at him and gripping
with her legs.  Arthur impaled her once, twice more, then three times.  The
tightness was too much for even him and he released his jucies into her
clinging juicy quim.  His semen gushed out deep inside her.



   The morning light swept into the caves mouth and found the brother and
sister laying in each others' arms, staring into the dying embers of the
fire.  The spirit of Uther had left Arthur now and he felt guilty as he
rolled over to face her.  He felt even more guilty as he slipped inside and
fucked her once, twice more before they left the cave.