A Night's Enchantment by Querida

This is round robin challenge.  I'm not really sure how it works, but I'm going to give it a try.  Basically Arthur wakes up to find himself thinking he's in his own bedchamber but he's not.

This is chapter one.  Anybody who wants to contribute further chapters please do.

Arthur Pendragon poised on the precipice of consciousness with each of his senses coming into waking realization. He was cocooned in the warmth of great bed with sumptuous bed clothes and more deliciously a wonderfully soft and curving bed companion. He nuzzled the green and floral scent of soft onyx-colored hair against a swan-like neck. A silken, feminine hip brushed against his groin as the girl made a soft purring sound. He was fully awake now. Arthur wrapped his arms around the girl and softly growled into her ear, "I can be a little late for the hunt this morning. It would be worth it so as we might spend a little time in another type of pursuit." With a breathy laugh she turned to face him. Her soft skin whispering against his. She rested her head on her arm as he brushed the hair back from her face. Arthur's fingers pulled back and hovered just off her face as he stared in disbelief. The delicate, beautiful modeling of her face, but most of all, the aquamarine eyes holding a gaze of amusement and his befuddlement.

"Morgana?" Arthur gasped.

"Won't your father wonder at your being late to breakfast?" Morgana shrugged. "Especially with at least a morning's hunt ahead."

"What are you doing in my bedchamber? I mean why are you here?" "No, don't answer that. I can see perfectly well why you're here."'

"Arthur, I'm here because this is my bedchamber."

He sat up, rubbed his hand across his eyes and shook his head. She smiled as she gently closed Arthur's gaping mouth and deftly kissed him.

What I mean is how did this happen? What exactly led to this, Morgana?"

She rose from the bed and stretched like a cat. The pale, early light playing across the curving planes and valleys of her body. Arthur took note of her pearlescent skin with patches of gooseflesh appearing from the early morning chill. His stare became fixed on the deliciously pink soft, sheer skin on the undersides of her breasts. He sputtered, "I don't remember coming to your room."

She smirked at Arthur and matter of factly stated, "Thank you for the compliment, your highness. You deflowered me last night and you have no memory of it. Be assured that your sword drew my blood." Morgana's eyes became perceptively more green as she tossed her great thundercloud of dark hair back.

"I unmaidened you?" he stammered taking into account the bloody stickiness staining her the top of her inner thighs. "Morgana you are a royal ward and your maidenhead is, well was, a matter of state. You're valuable as someone who can make an alliance by marriage for this kingdom. I have just compromised your marriage value. My father will throw me in the dungeon if it finds this out.

He will, when you were twelve he made stop wrestling with you, even though you were is as scrappy as boy. You urged me on -- so we still wrestled, until my father thrashed me and said that it was improper to treat a lady, and royal ward in such a manner."

"Didn't you notice my body changing and yours as well? You liked wrestling with me."

"For the love of all that's merciful, Morgana, get dressed!"

"Last night, you were of quite a different mind as to the state of my undress. In fact, you took matters into your own hands, so to speak. Since, you don't remember, perhaps it was just that you were ensorcelled."

Arthur retorted, "I would say that the only magic that happened here was of the variety that happens everyday between men and women. I still don't know why I'm so unclear on the exact course of events last night.

"I'm so sorry, Morgana. I do remember hurting you. I tried not to hurt you, but you said that you'd been told by older women that there was no way that there wouldn't be some pain."

"That's true, Arthur. And you held me very close and apologized, but I said that it was what I wanted. Then you said that I was always willful."

"Morgana, I cannot bear this any longer, please cover yourself."

"Why? Am I so repulsive upon which to look?"

"Enough of this." Arthur muttered as he gathered up the coverlet to wrap it around Morgana as he lifted her struggling in his arms.

(Continued, I hope)