5 comments/ 6707 views/ 3 favorites Sir Gawain and the Green Knight By: Lionheart72 Author's Note: This story contains both gay male sex and straight sex. It is an erotic retelling of the classic story, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. If this turns you off, or if you're a medieval lit snob who will be pissed at me for messing up a classic story, don't read on. Otherwise, please enjoy. *************** "Welcome, sir knight, to our hall," the beautiful lady called out. "We see few travelers here." "By my faith, I am not surprised, Lady," replied young Gawain as he swung down from his horse. "I had not thought to find a manor so deep in the wood, far from village or field." The young knight surveyed the long manor house of wood and stone and its simple outbuildings with a quick glance, while he handed the reigns of his mount to the quiet groom who had stood ready. Built close into a clearing, the hall was nevertheless fine and sturdy and by all signs had stood here a long time. Still, the sight of a strange hall so deep in the forest could not hold Gawain's attention for long when compared to the sight of the lady of the hall. She was tall and fair, her long dark hair contrasting sharply with her milky white skin. She wore a rich gown of brocaded silk over which swelled the tops of her full, round breasts. As Gawain climbed the steps of the hall, he found it difficult to pull his eyes away from those creamy curves. "My lord prefers hunting to farming," the lady replied, taking Gawain's arm and leading him into the house. "So, we live here in the wood where such game as he pursues is plentiful, though I have often said we want for company." The lady led Gawain into the main hall. A bright fire burned in the center of the long, narrow room. The walls were covered in rich tapestries depicting hunting scenes, and along them stood long benches and tables, where the household might feast. "Sit, good sir knight," the lady said, gesturing toward the nearest bench. "Let us remove your boots and make you comfortable." As Gawain lowered himself onto the bench, a servant appeared suddenly at the lady's side, carrying a bowl of water and a cloth. He was surprised when the lady herself took them and knelt at his feet. With gentle strength, she pulled off his boots and began to patiently wash his sore feet with the warm water. Gawain found himself again staring down at her, his gaze captivated by the round swell of her full breasts and the way they rose and fell with each deep, sighing breath she took. Her hands gently massaged his tired feet. Slowly, her fingers slid up, massaging his strong calves. She looked up at him with her large, dark eyes and smiled a strange, knowing smile. "Is there... anything else," the lady sighed, "that I might do for your comfort, sir knight." "I..." Gawain stammered, clearing his throat. "I wonder, lady, what place is this that I have come to." "This is Bertilak Hall," a loud voice boomed from across the room. "and I am Lord Bertilak." Gawain jumped. His face flushed as he looked quickly away from the lady's captivating gaze and turned toward the source of the great voice. Lord Bertilak, now crossing the hall toward him, was a large, powerfully built man. His arms seemed thicker than young Gawain's legs. His head was topped with a ragged mop of curly dark hair, and a thick curly beard covered his face, giving an overall look of fierce wildness. "I see my wife has greeted you," Lord Bertilak boomed, clapping a monstrous hand on Gawain's shoulder. "Your wife?" Gawain flushed even redder, glancing down and then quickly away from the lady's expansive bosom. "Yes... yes, mi'lord, she has made me most welcome." "Good," Lord Bertilak smiled. "Come lad, tell me who you are and how you've come to our lonely hall." "I am Gawain," the young knight replied, "a knight of Artur's court at Caerllion, and my tale, I fear, is a strange one." "Come then," Lord Bertilak said, helping Gawain to his feet. "Let us sit at table and feast, and you may tell us your tale." Lord Bertilak led Gawain to a seat at the high table, and the servants brought meat and drink. The fair Lady sat at Gawain's side and served him herself, while the young knight told his story. "It begins a year ago, at Caerllion," Gawain began. "The whole of the court was celebrating the coming of the New Year when a strange knight came into the hall. He stood taller than the tallest of men and his tunic, his armor, his hair and even his face were as green as a forest in summer. He carried with him a great axe, which was also green, and he challenged the court, saying that he would accept a blow from his axe from any man who dared, but that man must be willing to accept a blow from him in return. "None of the other knights were willing to take up this challenge," Gawain continued, "for it was clear to all that this knight was no natural man. None save myself. I took up the Green Knight's axe. He knelt before me, arms outstretched and neck bared. I struck him a mighty blow and took his head clean from his shoulders. The whole of the court cheered for me but then they feel silent, for the Green Knight's head was cheering and laughing just as they had done. His headless body then reached down, lifted his own severed head and placed it back upon his shoulders. The Green Knight then commanded me to come to his hall in a year and day and take my own blow there. "So," Gawain concluded, "it is to the Green Knight's Hall that I am bound. The year and day are nearly spent and I go to meet my doom. Alas, I know not where the Hall is, only that it is along this road." "Brave lad," cheered Lord Bertilak, "and fortunate, for I know the hall you seek. It is but around the next hill and you would reach with only a short ride from here. But it is not yet the New Year. You have some few days yet before you must ride forth and meet the Green Knight. Rest here and take your ease until the appointed day. My lady longs for company and so you will be doing me a kindness." "My lord, I accept," Gawain replied. "Very good." Lord Bertilak grinned broadly. "Tonight we will feast, and when you have had your fill a servant will show you to your bed. In the morning, I will leave to hunt in the forest." "My Lord, I will join you," Gawain said. "No lad," Bertilak said firmly, "you stay. Take your rest and keep company with my lady and ease her loneliness. When I return from my hunt, I will give you what I have caught as a gift. I ask only that you likewise give to me what you have taken during the day." "As you wish, my lord," Gawain replied, though he was puzzled what it was he might take while resting at his ease in the hall. ***** "Good morning, sir knight." The Lady's voice startled Gawain from his drowsy half-sleep. He had slept the night peacefully and awoken late in the morning. Laying among warm furs and rich blankets, he had allowed himself to doze, content and able to put aside his concerns of the Green Knight and his own deadly quest. He had not heard the Lady enter his chamber. Gawain sat up quickly, drawing a blanket around him, for he had only slept in a loose under-tunic and did not wish to offend the Lady. Blinking, he turned to her and was doubly startled at what he saw. Her dark hair hung loose and unbound around her pale shoulders, and she wore only a plain white chemise, untied at the neck and open to show the inner slopes of her full breasts. Through the undergown's thin fabric, Gawain could clearly make out the hard, rosy tips of those breasts. "Good.... good morning to you, my lady," Gawain stammered. "Forgive me for I have slept late and am not yet dressed," he added, pretending to take no notice of the lady's own attire, though his eyes betrayed him and lingered on her. "Be at your ease, sir knight," the Lady replied softly. "Lord Bertilak has ridden out hunting and will not return before nightfall. The servants are at their duties and will pay us no heed unless called. My days are often so long and lonely. It is pleasant at last to have a guest to entertain." "Of course, my lady," Gawain said, forcing his eyes away from the lady's pale and inviting skin and fixing his attention on the wall of his chamber. "My Lord Bertilak did bid me to keep your company and ease your loneliness." "So he did, good sir knight," the Lady whispered. Gawain felt the bed shift as she moved closer to him. Her fingers, warm and gentle, caressed his arms. "And would you? Ease this lady's loneliness?" "I would serve you as best I may, dear Lady," Gawain replied stiffly. "You are my hostess and Lord Bertilak my host. I do not wish to give either of you offense." "Then you must do as your host has bid you," the Lady breathed, her lips brushing against Gawain's ear. "That seems well," Gawain sighed, leaning slowly back against the Lady's warm, gentle body. "I would give you a gift, sir knight," the Lady whispered into his ear. "Would you take it?" "I cannot refuse you, Lady," Gawain sighed. The young knight turned in the lady's arms and their lips met. The Lady was soft, warm and yielding as Gawain drew his arms around her. Her mouth moved against his in a passionate kiss. Her fingers tangled in his hair, drawing his head down to kiss her pale throat and her bare shoulders. With a gentle shrug, the Lady let her gown slip lower. Gawain sighed as he beheld the milky white curves of her bare breasts, their rosy tips hard and yearning. The Lady's hands pulled his head down toward them, and he brushed his lips across their inner slopes. She moaned as he caressed her back and cupped her full breasts in his hands. His tongue spiraled around her rosy nipples, and with a groan he drew them into his mouth, suckling them hungrily. "Oh, my lord," the Lady sighed. "You stir my passion. Touch me, my lord. Touch me." Her fingers twined with his and she drew his hand downward, below the hem of her gown. "Touch me, my lord," she pleaded, drawing his hand up along her thigh. Gawain moaned into her breast as he felt the warmth between her legs. He slid his hand free and up her thigh, brushing lightly over her soft, curling nest of hair and down along her warm, wet folds. His fingers parted her and she moaned. Her hips bucked under his touch, pressing herself against his searching fingers. Firmly, he rubbed his fingers against her, feeling her body buck and roll under his touch. "Yes, my lord," the Lady moaned. "Yes.... your touch.... feels.... sooo good. Touch me, my Lord! Stroke me! Oh... please, my lord... please, don't stop. I.... I... oh, my lord!" The Lady quivered as her pleasure overtook her. Her whole body shook with the force of her passion, and finally, she collapsed limply upon the blankets. "Oh, my good knight," the Lady purred, with a lazy knowing smile, "wish you to take more from me?" Gawain panted heavily as he looked down at her supine form, her dark hair spread wildly around her flushed face, her bare breasts also flushed and heaving in her lingering passion. His body ached with lust at the sight of her. He longed for her, but he stood and reached for his tunic. "Forgive me, my Lady," Gawain said in a ragged voice. "I must go forth into your yard and there take my exercise." So, Gawain fled from the Lady and spent the day in the manor yard, working himself furiously while the Lady watched with dark, knowing eyes. ***** At nightfall, Lord Bertilak returned from his hunt. He presented Gawain with a hare, which he had taken while hunting. "So lad," the hulking lord cheerfully asked, "what have you taken today that you shall give to me?" "My lord," Gawain replied, struggling to conceal his feelings, "I shall bring it to your chamber after we have dined." ***** After the feast, Gawain came to the lord's chamber, hastily stripped off his tunic and stepped inside in only his thin undertunic. Within, he found Lord Bertilak sitting upon the heavy furs of his bed, likewise dressed in only his underclothes. Steeling himself, Gawain stepped forward and knelt behind the lord. His young hands caressed Lord Bertilak's hugely muscled arms and he leaned against the man's powerful back. "This is the gift I have taken, my lord," Gawain whispered softly, his lips brushing the man's ear. Lord Bertilak turned in the young knight's arms, and their lips met. The lord was firm and strong, and Gawain felt himself yielding as Bertilak drew his arms around the young knight. Gawain's mouth moved against his in a passionate kiss. His fingers tangled in the lord's curly hair, drawing his head down to kiss Gawain's throat and bare shoulders. With a shrug, Gawain let his tunic slip lower. The lord growled as he looked down at the young knight's smooth, muscular chest. Gawain's hands pulled the lord's head down toward his aching nipples. Bertilak's lips brushed across the young knight's chest. Gawain moaned as the lord's rough, strong hands caressed his back. The young knight signed as Bertilak's tongue spiraled around his nipples, sucking them fiercely. "Oh, my lord," Gawain sighed. "You stir my passion. Touch me, my lord. Touch me." His fingers twined with the lord's, and he drew the other rough, strong hand downward, below the hem of his tunic. "Touch me, my lord," Gawain pleaded, drawing the other's hand up along his thigh. Bertilak growled into the young knight's chest. The lord's hand pulled free and slid up the young knight's thigh, brushing lightly over the soft orbs of his testicles and seizing his hardening shaft. Gawain gasped as the lord's rough, powerful fingers encircled his manhood. The young knight's hips bucked involuntarily as the lord stroked his hand up and down Gawain's hard length. Gawain's hips rocked and shook as he thrust his member within the lord's firm grip. "Yes, my lord," Gawain moaned. "Yes.... your hand.... feels.... so good. Touch me, my Lord! Stroke me! Oh... please, my lord... please, don't stop. I.... I... oh!" Gawain's body tensed. The young knight's shaft stiffened and surged, unleashing a torrent of white, sticky seed. Gawain quivered and jerked as wave after wave of seed flew from him, staining the inside of his undertunic. Finally, he collapsed limply onto the blankets. Smiling, Lord Bertilak wiped the white fluid from his hand onto the young knight's tunic. "So, lad," Bertilak said gruffly, "is that all you have taken this day?" "In truth it is, my lord," Gawain panted. "Go to your chamber then, lad," Bertilak said, laughter in his voice, "and we shall see what tomorrow brings for each of us." ***** "Good morning, sir knight." The Lady's voice startled Gawain from his fitful doze. He had slept the night poorly and lingered abed late into the morning. His dreams had been crowded with thoughts of the Lady's beauty, her fair skin, her soft breasts and the touch of her warm, wet folds. But with those thoughts had too come the memory of the Lord's rough hands on his firm flesh. Among these confused thoughts, he had again put aside his concerns of the Green Knight and his own deadly quest. Again, he had not heard the Lady enter his chamber. Gawain sat up stiffly, drawing a blanket around him, for he still did not wish to give offense. Turning his sleep-blurred eyes to her, he struggled to only meet her gaze and pay no heed to the beauty, but his eyes betrayed him. Once more, her dark hair hung loose and unbound around her pale shoulders. Her plain white chemise was again untied at the neck. Her full white breasts were bare, and their rosy tips were hard in the chill air. "Good morning to you, my lady," Gawain said firmly, struggling to avert his gaze. "Again I have slept late and am not yet dressed." "Be at your ease, sir knight," the Lady replied softly. "Lord Bertilak has once more ridden out hunting and will not return before nightfall. The servants are at their duties and will pay us no heed unless called. So always are my long, lonely days. It is pleasant at last to have a guest to entertain." "My Lord Bertilak did bid me to keep you company and ease your loneliness," Gawain replied, his eyes fixed on the wall of his chamber. "You are troubled, good sir knight," the Lady said gently, settling herself down next to him. "Have we given you offense?" "My Lady," Gawain replied, shaking his head, "you keep strange customs here." "Our customs are our own," the Lady said, her arms curling around the young knight and pulling him into her embrace. "Do not be troubled by them." Gently, the Lady pulled his head down to rest on her breast, her fingers stroking his hair. Gawain sighed and felt his confusion falling away in her embrace. The warm touch of her skin filled him with peace as he became aware of his cheek resting against the swell of her breast. Without thought, he pressed his lips against her pale skin, lightly kissing her gentle curves. The Lady sighed, pulling his head more firmly against her. Shifting slightly, the hard rosy tip of her breast slipped between his lips and Gawain suckled at it. The Lady's sigh became a soft moan. Tangled together in their embrace, the two sank down among the furs. For a time they lay together, Gawain gently kissing and suckling at the Lady's firm breasts. Slowly the Lady pulled away, sliding lower beneath the furs. "My Lady?" Gawain sighed, wondering. "Hush, sir knight," the Lady smiled. "I have a gift I wish to give you. Another of our strange customs, come from across the sea. Would you take my gift?" "My lady, I cannot refuse you," Gawain sighed. The Lady smiled and lowered herself beneath the furs. Gawain groaned as her fingers brushed along his muscular thighs, pushing his undertunic upward as she caressed him. He moaned as her gentle touch brushed over the soft orbs of his testicles and up his hardening shaft. Softly, she cupped his sack in one hand while the other stroked his length. Gawain gasped as a warm wetness enveloped him. In a flood of realization, he felt her soft tongue swirling over his hard member, her warm lips engulfing him. He gave a ragged moan as her warm mouth sucked fervently on his shaft. His hips began to rock in time with the motions of her hands. He groaned as the Lady's head bobbed up and down, drawing his length further between her wet lips. Gawain's hands slid under the furs, to rest upon the Lady's dark silky hair. His hips thrust with increasing passion and his groans transformed into desperate panting gasps. With a little laugh, the Lady lifted her lips from around his shaft. Her tongue lapped teasingly at his throbbing member. Gawain gave a rough groan and, gasping her hair, he thrust himself against her face. The Lady laughed again as she lowered her lips over him again. With a hard cry, Gawain pushed his member into her mouth. His body surged and he could feel his seed surging out into her mouth. The Lady continued to suck his shaft, sending fierce waves of pleasure through him. The young knight's body spasmed, curling around the place where the Lady's mouth met his hard, desperate flesh. Finally, the flood of his seed subsided, and Gawain collapsed back among the furs. Slowly, the Lady raised herself from beneath the furs. Her hair was tousled and wild. Her lovely face and pale breasts were flushed. As she smiled lazily at him, Gawain wondered at her wild beauty. "Are you still troubled, good sir knight?" she asked. "I am most content, dear lady," he replied. "Though I fear you have exhausted me." "Never fear, good sir," the Lady smiled. "I find you most excellent company." Together, they rose and dressed and went on to pass the day in each other's company. ***** At nightfall, Lord Bertilak returned from his hunt. He presented Gawain with a fox, which he had taken while hunting. "So, lad," the hulking lord cheerfully asked, "what have you taken today that you shall give to me?" Sir Gawain and the Green Knight "My lord," Gawain replied, struggling to conceal his feelings, "I shall bring it to your chamber after we have dined." ***** After the feast, Gawain came to the lord's chamber, hastily stripped off his tunic and stepped inside in only his thin undertunic. Within, he found Lord Bertilak sitting upon the heavy furs of his bed, likewise dressed in only his underclothes. Steeling himself, Gawain stepped forward and sat beside the lord. His young arms encircled Lord Bertilak's powerful shoulders. "This is the gift I have taken, my lord," Gawain whispered, pulling the lord's great, shaggy head against his chest. Bertilak laid his head against the young knight's smooth, muscular chest. His mouth sought out Gawain's aching nipples. The young knight sighed as the lord's tongue spiraled around his nipples, sucking them fiercely as the two sank down among the furs. After a time, Gawain pulled away, sliding lower beneath the furs. Lord Bertilak smiled broadly as the young knight rubbed his hands along the lord's hugely muscled thighs, pushing the hem of his undertunic up. Gawain gasped involuntarily as he exposed Bertilak's massive, hairy sack and long, thick manhood. With awe, the young knight cupped the lord's heavy orbs while encircling Bertilak's hardening shaft in his other hand. Slowly, Gawain stroked the lord's member, watching as the huge length of it grew hard and tall. The young knight lowered his head and tentatively brushed his lips against the shaft's bulbous tip. Bertilak groaned, rocking his hips and pushing his manhood against the young knight's face. Without thinking, Gawain opened his mouth and let the lord's member pass between his lips. Wonderingly, Gawain swirled his tongue around the thick, heavy shaft between his lips and was rewarded by a ragged moan from the lord. Encouraged, the young knight began to suck firmly while stroking the hard member with his hand and caressing the lord's heavy orbs. Bertilak moaned again, rocking his hips and pushing his heavy shaft deeper into the young knight's mouth. Soon Gawain felt Lord Bertilak's strong hands grasping the top of his head. Holding the young knight's head firmly, the lord began to thrust his hips with increasing passion. Bertilak's groans transformed into raw grunts of animal passion. With each feverish thrust, the lord pushed his heavy shaft further between Gawain's lips. The young knight groaned as the thick flesh filled his mouth. With a furious cry, Bertilak's body tensed and he lunged into the young knight's face. The lord's hot, sticky seed flooded Gawain's mouth. The young knight struggled to swallow the torrent of thick, salty fluid. Finally, Bertilak released him and Gawain fell to the side. "So, lad," Bertilak groaned contentedly, "is that all you have taken this day?" "In truth it is, my lord," Gawain gasped. "Go to your chamber then, lad," Bertilak said, laughter in his voice, "and we shall see what tomorrow brings for each of us." ***** "Good morning, sir knight." The Lady's voice woke Gawain from a light slumber. He had slept the night well and lingered abed late into the morning. His dreams were still strange to him, filled as they were with both the soft curves of the Lady and the hard flesh of the Lord and of this curious hall in the forest. But such strange thoughts no longer troubled him. Somewhere in the darkness, Gawain had accepted them and embraced them as willing distraction from his concerns of the Green Knight and his own deadly quest. This once, he had heard the Lady enter his chamber but had preferred to doze until she spoke. Now that she had, the young knight drew himself up. He made no effort to cover himself, for there seemed no more need. Neither did he turn his eyes away from the Lady's beauty. His gaze lingered on her dark hair hanging loose and unbound around her pale shoulders. He looked longingly at her lovely face, her bright eyes and her full lips. Hungrily, his eyes lowered to her full white breasts with their hard rosy tips, framed by the plain white fabric of the open neck of her chemise. "Good morning to you, my lady," Gawain said calmly, as his eyes devoured the sight of her. "Again I have slept late and am not yet dressed." "Be at your ease, sir knight," the Lady replied smiling. "Lord Bertilak has once more ridden out hunting and will not return before nightfall. It has been most pleasant at last to have a guest to entertain. I have enjoyed our times together but alas, I fear today may be the last. For the new year dawns upon the morrow. Do you still mean to leave us and be about your deadly errand?" "I do, Lady," Gawain said confidently. "I have enjoyed this interlude with you, and with your Lord, more than I first supposed. But you are right. On the morrow I shall ride to complete my quest, for good or ill." "Could I not persuade you, sir knight," the Lady asked, with a sultry look, "to turn aside from your mortal goal? Abide here with us, in the forest, and do not ride out to seek your doom." "No, fair lady," Gawain replied. "I must fulfill my oath and complete my quest. The Green Knight awaits me on the morrow, but today yet I have for myself." "So you do, sir knight," the Lady said with a smile, "and I have a gift for you if you will have it." With a simple shrug of her shoulders, the Lady let her white chemise fall to the floor and stood before Gawain, unashamed in the beauty of her naked body. "My lady," Gawain replied, reaching toward her, "I cannot refuse you." The Lady stepped lightly into his embrace. Her lips met his in a passionate kiss. Gawain's hands roamed freely across her pale, naked skin, caressing her shoulders, her back, her breasts and her buttocks. The lady moaned and sighed under his touch, while all the while her own hands roved across his chest, his back, his arms and his thighs. With gentle strength, the Lady pushed the young knight down onto the bedding. Laughing, she leaned over him, letting the curtain of her hair drag across his chest as she lowered herself between his legs. Gawain smiled and moaned as she took his manhood between her lips, licking and sucking to bring his shaft to its full swollen hardness. Gawain's hands reached out, seeking to seize her head as it bobbed over his member. Laughing, the lady slipped away from his grasp. She rolled and twisted away, then drew herself up upon her hands and knees beside him. "Come, my lord," the Lady smiled at him, "take me. Fill me. I long for you." With a roar, Gawain leapt from the furs and seized the lady's hips. "Lady, you shall have me," he declared. Holding her hips firmly, Gawain pressed himself forward. His shaft pushed between her legs and grazed against the warm wetness of the lady's sex. Laughing again, the lady reached between her legs, grasped the young knight's shaft and guided it among her moist folds. Together they groaned as he penetrated her, the tight velvet wetness of her tunnel squeezing against the length of his hard member. "Oh, fill me, my lord," the Lady moaned. "Give me more." Groaning, Gawain thrust himself deeply into her warm, wet channel. Grasping her hips, drove himself into her again and again. "Yes, my lord," the Lady cried out with every thrust. "More, give me more." Panting, the young knight drove himself into her. "Oh, it feels so good my lord," the Lady panted. "Yes... Deeper... harder... more. Oh, yes my lord. Yes!" Gawain grunted and moaned. His body moved of its own accord, driven by the Lady's hungry longing. He felt his passion growing like a wave in him. "Yes, my lord!" the Lady shrieked, "Yes! Fill me. Give me your seed!" With a ragged cry, Gawain's body spasmed, and he felt his seed flooding out to fill the Lady's channel. The Lady howled in delight, her fair body tensing and spasming beneath him. They clung together as waves of pleasure shook them both, driving them down among the furs. Finally, panting and gasping, the lovers fell away from each other. With a smile, the Lady rested her hand upon Gawain's cheek and studied his face for a long while. "Will you not stay?" she asked again. "I find you most pleasant company and I would have you remain so." "I cannot," Gawain replied earnestly. "I must fulfill my quest, though it surely means my death. At least, I shall meet that death with fond memories of my time here." The Lady shook her head. In time, she rose and, still unashamedly naked, swayed across the room on unsteady legs. She knelt before a small chest and drew from it a band of green silk. "If you are determined then," the Lady said, "I shall offer you one last gift. When you go before the Green Knight, take with you this silk girdle. It is a thing of the Otherworld and enchantment is woven into its threads. Wear this and the Green Knight's blow cannot harm you. Will you accept my gift, sir knight?" "My Lady," Gawain answered, his eyes shining, "I accept it most heartily." Together, they rose and dressed and went on to pass the day in each others' company. ***** At nightfall, Lord Bertilak returned from his hunt. He presented Gawain with a deer, which he had taken while hunting. "So lad," the hulking lord cheerfully asked, "what have you taken today that you shall give to me?" "My lord," Gawain replied, struggling to conceal his feelings, "I shall bring it to your chamber after we have dined." ***** After the feast, Gawain came to the lord's chamber, hastily stripped off his tunic and stepped inside in only his thin undertunic. Within, he found Lord Bertilak sitting upon the heavy furs of his bed, likewise dressed in only his underclothes. Nervous but smiling, Gawain stepped forward and stood before the lord. "This is the gift I have taken, my lord," Gawain said. With a shrug of his shoulders, the young night let his thin undertunic fall to the floor and stood before the Lord, his strong young body bare to the huge Lord's gaze. "My lad," Lord Bertilak replied, reaching toward him, "this is a fine gift." The young knight stepped nervously into the lord's embrace. The lord's heavy lips met his in a passionate kiss. Large, strong hands roamed freely across his young, muscular body, caressing his shoulders, his back, and his buttocks. Gawain moaned under the lord's strong touch, while all the while, unconsciously, his own hands roved across the great hairy chest, powerful back, heavy arms and thick thighs of the master of the hall. Lord Bertilak slowly lay back onto the bedding, firmly pulling the young knight down above him. With a small grin, Gawain lowered himself between the lord's legs. Bertilak moaned as the young knight took his powerful manhood between his lips, licking and sucking to bring the lord's great shaft to its full swollen hardness. Lord Bertilak's hands reached out, seeking to seize the young knight's head as it bobbed over his member. With a fierce groan, Gawain pulled away from his grasp. The young knight rolled away and then drew himself up upon his hands and knees beside the hulking lord. "Come, my lord," Gawain said, his voice shuddering, "take me. Fill me. This is the gift I took." With a roar, Lord Bertilak leapt from the furs and seized the young knight's hips. "Lad, you shall have me," he bellowed. Holding the young knight's hips firmly, Lord Bertilak pressed himself forward. His thick shaft pushed between Gawain's taut buttocks. Gawain tensed, gritting his teeth as the lord's heavy member rubbed against him. Bertilak laughed, a deep throaty laugh, and withdrew. "Be at ease, lad," Bertilak laughed. "Give yourself over and receive me as you have been received." With that the lord's mighty hands clutched at the young knight's buttocks, spreading them apart. Gawain heard him spit, and wet saliva fell between his buttocks. Bertilak spat again and then once again. Then the hulking lord leaned forward again, pressing his member against the young knight's fundament. Gawain groaned, gritting his teeth, as Lord Bertilak's thick member rubbed firmly against his rear opening. With deep, steady breaths, he surrendered himself to Bertilak's passion. Sharp sparks of warm sensation spread from that tight ring, through the young knight's loins and to his own slowly hardening member. Gawain's groans became sighs. Lord Bertilak continued, slow but steady and insistent. With each movement his great member pressed harder against the young knight's back passage. Pleasure and pain mingled in Gawain's loins. Slowly and gently, the young knight's body yielded. Suddenly, his tight passage opened and at last admitted the lord's mighty shaft. The thick member spread him wide, and Gawain cried out with the intensity of it. "Oh, fill me, my lord," Gawain moaned. "Give me more." Bertilak groaned, pressing harder against the young knight's tight opening. Slowly, more of his great length sank into the young man's backside. Gawain shuddered at the fullness of it; his body quivered at the intensity of the sensation. "Yes, my lord," Gawain cried out. "More, give me more." With a savage roar, Lord Bertilak thrust deeply into the young knight's arse. Gawain buckled under the onslaught. His body surrendered to Bertilak's might. Sensations too intense for words spread through the young knight's loins. "Ahhhh," Gawain screamed. "Oh, my lord... it feels... oh... yes. Oh, yes my lord. Yes!" Lord Bertilak grunted and moaned above the young knight. His great member thrust deeply into his body, spearing him with intense, savage sensations. Pain and pleasure mingled until they became one, and each thrust tore ragged cries from the young knight's throat. "Yes, my lord!" Gawain shrieked, "Yes! Fill me. Give me your seed!" With a ferocious roar, Bertilak buried himself into Gawain's savaged arse. The young knight felt a flood of warm, wet seed filling his bowels. Gawain's body spasmed and quivered, spilling his own seed onto the furs below him. Bertilak clung to Gawain and they collapsed together, gasping and groaning, onto the furs. Finally, panting and gasping, the lovers fell away from each other. "So, lad," Bertilak groaned contentedly, "is that all you have taken this day?" Gawain thought of the green silk sash the Lady had given him. It was a gift and he owed Lord Bertilak the gifts he had taken this day, but to give it up was to give up his one chance of surviving his encounter with the Green Knight. Slowly, he turned to face the lord. "It is, my lord," Gawain said firmly. "Go to your chamber then, lad," Bertilak said, laughter in his voice, "and tomorrow you shall leave us." ***** In the bright cold morning, Gawain stood once again in the courtyard of Bertilak Hall, dressed once more for travel. His saddled horse stood beside him. "Follow the track from my hall around yonder hill and you will come to the Green Knight's Hall," Lord Bertilak said, gesturing at the landmarks. "Tis but a short ride." "I think, my lord, I shall walk," Gawain said with a wry smile. "I find myself somewhat sore." Bertilak laughed heartily, clapping Gawain on the shoulder. "Tis an easy walk then, if you wish to take it." "I must see this business to its end, my lord," Gawain replied to the unvoiced question. "I thank you and your lady for your generous hospitality these past days." "The honor was ours, lad," Sir Bertilak said with a broad grin. "Godspeed." So Sir Gawain walked from the Bertilak Hall to face his destiny. ***** It was as Sir Bertilak has said, only a short and easy road even on New Year. In what seemed no time at all, Gawain found himself facing what could only be the Green Knight's Hall. At first glance, it was a humble enough hall of wood, alone in the woods like Bertilak's. However, as he looked closer, Gawain saw the hall was roofed with living greenery, the corner-posts carved with old Cymric designs and chased with gold. The door-posts, likewise carved and gilded, boasted many small niches, and in each niche but one sat a severed human skull. With a deep breath, Gawain drew the green girdle the Lady of Bertilak Hall had given him and bound it loosely around his neck. Steadily and without fear, he strode up the steps and past the sinister guardians of the door posts to enter the hall. Within, the long wooded hall was empty. A fire burned in the hearth and the trestle tables lined the walls, but no servants met him. Gawain drew himself up and called out: "I am Sir Gawain of Caerllion, and I am come as was promised to face the Green Knight." "Welcome, lad," came a booming voice, "to the Green Knight's Hall." The Green Knight emerged from into the Hall. He was as Gawain remembered him: Taller than the tallest of men and his tunic, his armor, his hair and even his face were as green as a forest in summer. His arms seemed thicker than Gawain's legs. His head was topped with a ragged mop of curly emerald hair, and a thick curly green beard covered his face, giving an overall look of Otherworldly wildness. "You have come to answer my challenge, I see." The Green Knight laughed. "I have," Sir Gawain replied. Calmly, the young knight walked into the center of the hall. Gently, he removed his sword from his side and set it down. "Good." The Green Knight hefted his axe, which lay against the wall. Gawain knelt on the hard floor. He stretched his arms out to his side, and lowered his head, baring his neck. "I am ready." The Green Knight came to stand over him, a towering figure like a mighty tree. Slowly, he lifted his mighty axe. Then, strangely, slowly he lowered it . "You shall not turn aside?" The Green Knight asked. "I shall not," answered Gawain. Again the Green Knight lifted his mighty axe. Again, slowly he lowered it . "You are prepared for the end of this trial?" The Green Knight asked. "I am," answer Gawain. Again the Green Knight lifted his mighty axe. "Stand firm," The Green Knight commanded. "I shall not flinch," answered Gawain. The axe swung down. Gawain felt the cold steel kiss his neck. Cut through, the two severed ends of the green girdle drifted down onto the floor beneath him. Gawain released the breath had not realized he held. "You played me false, lad," growled the Green Knight. "A stroke for a stroke," Gawain laughed, leaping to his feet. "I took mine and now you have taken yours. Be not aggrieved that the result was much the same." "A stroke for a stroke indeed," came a soft, feminine voice from with the door of the Green Knight's Hall. "But also a gift for a gift." Gawain spun, surprised, to see the Lady of Bertilak Hall standing before him. Glancing back, he suddenly recognized Lord Bertilak himself in the face of the Green Knight. "Slowly," the Lady said, " the boy begins to see." The Lady's face and form seemed to shimmer. As the enchantment faded from Gawain's mind, he knew her for who she was. "Morgan la Fey," Gawain snarled. "Indeed." Morgan smiled cruelly at him. "What trickery is this?" Gawain demanded. "What trickery indeed?" Morgan countered. "It is not I who played false this day, but you." "False in face and form," Gawain snapped. "Indeed?" the enchantress smiled, "My form is my own, and you have found it a most pleasing form in these past days." Lightly she pulled at the stays of her gown, allowing it to slip from her shoulders. Below, she wore only a plain chemise, open at the neck, and her full white breasts with their hard rosy tips were framed by the plain white fabric. "Are these not the same breasts that you kissed? Are these not the lips that encircled your manhood?" Morgan asked teasingly. With a simple shrug of her shoulders the enchantress let the chemise fall down to the floor and stood naked and unashamed. "Is this not the body you embraced and caressed? Did you not spurt your seed deep within me?" Morgan purred. "That you did not know me for who I am; is the fault for that to be found in my form?" Sir Gawain and the Green Knight "You bewitched my wits," Gawain challenged. "Are not all men so bewitched when confronted with a fair face, a full bosom, and shapely buttocks?" the enchantress purred. "Come Sir Gawain, even if you did not recognize my face and form for my own, it did not change the choices that brought you here. You accepted the Green Knight's challenge and came here in all supposed honor. But you too accepted his hospitality in Bertilak Hall and the conditions of it. You accepted my gifts and gave those gifts back to him, willingly. All but one... and with that one it was you, not I, who broke faith." "It is truth," Sir Gawain sighed. "I broke faith. You have bested me." "I have indeed," the enchantress through back her dark hair, proud in her nakedness and gloating in her victory, "and I will have my prize. Come, Sir Gawain, knight of Caerllion, and stand before me." Gawain approached, his eyes drawn to the enchantress's gentle curves. He remembered the feeling of those curves under his hands, the taste of her breasts, the warmth of her mouth on his manhood and the silky wetness of her sex. She smiled at him, and he realized that in her uncanny way she knew his thoughts. She had always known. Lightly, she pulled at the stays of his clothes. Without questioning, Gawain pulled his tunic over his head and cast it aside. His boots and undertunic followed and he stood, naked and erect before the enchantress. "Kneel," she commanded, and he knelt. She was a tall woman, and when he knelt the dark tangle of her sex presented before his face. "Kiss me there," she commanded. Gawain leaned forward, kissing her nether-lips. Morgan moaned. Her fingers tangled in the young knights hair. "Yes, sir knight, kiss me. Lick me. Pleasure me." Eagerly, Gawain obeyed her commands. His tongue slid between her silky folds, teasing and swirling over the hard bud of her desire. Morgan moaned and shuddered, urging him on with her words and her sighs. Slowly, she crumpled to lay among their discarded clothes, pulling Gawain down so his mouth continued to pleasure her. Kneeling over her, Gawain felt firm hands seize his hips and remembered they were not alone. Bertilak, the Green Knight, knelt behind him now. His firm hands kneaded the flesh of the young knight's buttocks. Morgan gave a silky laugh as Bertilak spat once again, against Gawain's fundament. The immense knight's mighty member pressed against Gawain's back passage. The young knight moaned into the enchantress's soft flesh. Slowly, tortuously, the Green Knight penetrated Sir Gawain. The young knight moaned and whimpered, redoubling his efforts to pleasure the enchantress while her champion thrust slowly and firmly into his backside. Morgan's laughs and sighs mingled with the grunts of the Green Knight and the slaps of flesh against flesh. The crackling fire cast shadows of their mutual joining against the walls of the hall. Finally, Moran le Fay shuddered and cried out in pleasure. A moment and a final brutal thrust later, the Green Knight's seed once again flooded Sir Gawain's bowels, and the young knight's own seed spilled among the scattered clothes. The three of them fell together, a sweaty and pleased mass of naked flesh beside the warm fire. "I am most pleased," Morgan la Fey purred. "As am I," growled Bertilak the Green Knight. "And I am most pleasantly bested," sighed Sir Gawain. "I welcome a defeat such as this." "Share word of your defeat with your fellows, good sir knight," Morgan smiled, her fingers tangling in his hair. "It shall be a good tale." "So it shall, lady," Sir Gawain agreed.