The Portal to Camelot is Open
1 woman. 3 men. a realm to save.
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Today marks a huge day for me! It's the release of my first new series since 2019 when I began the Christmas Fairy Tale retellings. While I've also written Lost in Wonder which accidentally will be a duology, this is the first intentional multi-book series in 4 years.
While Gwendolyn's ARC is a trilogy, it's my hope that readers will love the world and will allow me to introduce a second trilogy as well. While it's far too early to tell, I'm so excited to start something new with readers.
Since I've already explained why I've started a new journey in Camelot, I'll skip the explanation and get to the good stuff - the purchase links and the NSFW scene!
The realm and knights of Camelot need a savior, and Gwendolyn wants a new life.
Gwendolyn Penn spent her life wishing for a different life in a different reality. She longed to live alongside the Knights of Camelot, to slay dragons, wear gowns, and fall in love with a handsome, courageous man. When a portal opens and a man steps through claiming to be Merlin with a prophecy stating Gwen is his kingdom's savior, she doesn't hesitate to run with him.
Morgana wants Arthur's throne, and a vision placed Gwen at the heart of the battle. She doesn't understand how a boring, human woman could slay a sorceress. Until Merlin's blood mingles with hers and she can command the magic of the fae. Until she realizes her attraction to the three men unlocks a side of her she didn't know existed.
A side that might defeat Morgana.
Surrounded by Merlin, Arthur, and Lancelot, Gwen learns there's more to Camelot than the tales tell. There’s more to her than the quiet librarian, as well. Her heart wants what her heart wants, and Gwen is going to listen to it no matter who it leads her to.
Gwen needs her magic to be enough.
Gwen needs her attraction to not one, but three, men to not distract her as she learns to wield her magic.
Gwen needs to save Camelot.
Lifting her head slightly, Gwen pressed her lips against Lancelot’s, reveling in the immediate sparks rushing through her at the simple contact. His hands moved from her face over her body. He did not grab her. Lancelot’s touch remained light as his hands found their way to Gwen’s hips.
She continued to hold control, something she did not expect from a man like Lancelot. Her hands wound around his neck and pulled him close as their kiss began to stroke her desires.
“Lancelot,” she breathed against his lips, momentarily stopping their kiss to pull away. “I’m sorry.”
“Never apologize for kissing me. Ever,” with a growl his lips went to her throat, suckling the column of her neck as his fingers dug into her hips.
Gwen moved forward, her legs instinctively sliding open as Lancelot’s hands passed over her thighs.
“You’re so much more beautiful than I ever dared believe you could be.” His touch remained light as he brushed across the crotch of her pants. “So different from the women here.”
“Do they not all throw themselves at you?” Her panted words were likely hard to understand.
Lancelot chuckled. “Well, I cannot say that,” he pressed against her core through the pants, rubbing with firmer strokes.
Stars exploded behind Gwen’s eyes and she moaned. His mouth returned to its gentle exploration of her body, cupping her breast through the top as his hands did down below. “Lancelot.”
“Yes?” He shoved her shirt up and dropped a kiss over her belly button.
“I’ve been with Merlin.”
“That is fine, the sorcerer is a noble man. He is not me, though.” His breath somehow caressed her despite her pants as his head stopped between her thighs.
Gwen’s eyes moved to his fingers and watched as they pulled her zipper down. She arched off the bed to assist when his hands went to the waistband. He slide them down gently, a hand following behind the pants and running over her bare skin.
His eyes shined with lust seconds before his head returned between her thighs. The stroke of his tongue over her underwear drew a moan from Gwen. She felt more than heard his chuckle before he did it a second time. She whimpered under the pressure, her hips sliding forward to beg him for more.
“I believe I will make this more memorable than your sorcerer.” This time, his tongue pressed into the fabric, spearing her. “You’re already so ready for me, aren’t you?”
She couldn’t speak from the desire coursing through every centimeter of her body. Lancelot’s fingers hooked the leg of her underwear and tugged them to the side.
The wet slide of his tongue drew her butt off the bed and her hands into his hair. His nose rubbed over her engorged clit, and Gwen had no need to buck her hips to draw more from the knight.
The room began to spin as Lancelot tasted her, his tongue alternating between swirls, thrusts, and long deliberate slides. Her entire body trembled with every stroke. Whimpers pulled past her lips between panted breaths as Lancelot made good on his promise.
“Lancelot,” she gasped her hands knotting in his hair and pushed him against her, driving his tongue deeper. “Fuck,” her head fell back.
“I intend we get there as well,” he spoke against her core, his tongue teasing her in maddening ways.
She gasped as her eyes fell shut. “Now, Lancelot.” She wasn’t certain if she commanded him to continue his oral assault or urged him to sink inside of her.
“I will give My Lady anything she wishes.” His tongue stroked over her clit and then he was gone, the chill from the cave washing over her.
Gwen’s finger dipped between her legs and she rubbed herself, not wanting the sensation of his tongue to stop.
Lancelot’s hand cupped hers and moved it faster. She opened her eyes and stared into his eyes as he helped her pleasure herself.
“I do not believe I’ve ever seen anything more wonderous than a woman unafraid to tend to her needs but I can assure, you there is no need for that.”
His words nearly made Gwen come as he let go of her hand and replaced his finger there.
“But there is only one way to make a woman come undone the first time, and that is with me buried deep inside of her.” Lancelot whispered against her ear.
His finger vanished and Gwen groaned. When his hands were on her hips, he pulled her closer and onto his lap. Her legs splayed around him and when she brushed against his hard erection she looked down to it.
Lancelot was built as she’d always imagined he would be. With the length and girth designed to fuck someone into sheer bliss with every stroke.
Gwen allowed herself to trace her fingers up his shaft and grinned when it seemed to lean into her touch.
Lancelot’s fingers returned to her body, spreading her folds as his other hand guided his cock to her entrance.
She wasn’t certain who’s noise of pleasure echoed in her ears but Gwen knew she was not going to last more than a few seconds with Lancelot.
Their position was intimate, her breasts crushed against his impressive body, and Gwen let herself kiss Lancelot again. It was gentle, and she wondered if Lancelot strove to drive her made with slow and lazy strokes or if he would take her with the swiftness she craved.
When his hands went around her back to lift her and his hips bucked she swore the world collapsed around her. Her hands threaded in his hair as their bodies rocked together.
Every thrust of their bodies together drew his impressive length against her g-spot and over her clit. The room spun as she tried to keep her eyes locked with Lancelot’s, but a third thrust drew them shut.
Her body screamed for more, her body slapping against Lancelot’s as he did in fact take her slowly.
“There is no rush,” he spoke against her lips. “I am going to do this to you until you cannot move without feeling the memory of me.”
The words threw her over the edge as he claimed her verbally in a way no man had ever done.
“That’s it,” he purred and his thrusts began to speed up.
Gwen’s entire thought process blurred to nothing as Lancelot continued to fuck her even as she exploded with an orgasm.
“Lance,” she huffed, her hips going wildly against his.
“I like that version of my name on your lips.” His tongue thrust inside her mouth and Lancelot shifted, laying her on her back. “I’m going to appreciate it even more it’s screamed.”
He gave her what she wanted as he gripped her shoulders and drove into her harder than any man ever. Gwen writhed on the bed, another orgasm already surfacing despite the closeness of the first. Her entire body trembled under his control until she did scream his name.
Seconds later he pulled out, her name a similar cry on his lips.
Gwen lay there, trembling from the intensity of the pleasure and tried to thank him for pulling free but couldn’t.
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