Bad Boyfriend
So ripe, so sweet, come suck it and see
But watch out Daddy, I sting like a bee
I know some tricks I swear will give you the bends
C'mon baby be my bad boyfriend
Chronology: Tristan is 30. Lancelot is 28. Raja is 20.
A month. A miserable month and Lancelot could still not stop thinking about her. Sophia. His Sophia; the one woman he had ever loved more than anything, and he had betrayed her trust, and she would not even look at him. He had practically begged her to forgive him; he all but got down on his knees. But he had seen the hurt in her eyes, his pleading, and his apologies only caused her more pain because she wanted to forgive him, to give him another chance, but she could not risk getting hurt again, made a fool of. He knew the looks she was getting from the other women around the fortress. The other women he had bedded that were jealous of Sophia because she had taken away his patronage and the great sexual prowess that Lancelot possessed. They mocked her behind her back. Did she really think that Lancelot would stay faithful to her, they would say. Yes, he had made her laughing stock for all the women to tease. It broke his heart even more.
Lancelot often thought about the year they had spent together. All the crap he heard some people talk about, sex is better with someone you love. He often scoffed at this sentiment, but the scorn turned to an epiphany when he first made love to Sophia. Those bloody idiots were right, and in that year, he thought – This is what Tristan and Raja must feel, Bors and Vanora. He had had it, and lost it.
In the tavern, Bors was making a ruckus, as usual. The tavern was busy, whores came and went with their customers, ale was served and petty drunken arguments rang out every which way. He sipped his ale, and he felt his spirits lift a tad seeing his cousin, Raja, walk into the tavern with Tristan. Oddly enough, it had been her he’d been most wary of facing about his mistake. She had an unwavering sense of loyalty, not just for a warrior, but for a human being. But when he’d first spoke to her after the news of his indiscretion spread through the fort, he was met with no reproach on her part, just a sympathizing countenance.
Raja and Tristan sat down across from him, cups of ale set before them. His cousin smiled at him and asked him how he was doing. “Finally come out of your cave?”
He gave a half smile and lifted a shoulder indifferently, his eyes roaming the tavern and checking the door constantly. “Looking for Sophia,” Tristan stated dryly.
Lancelot heard his tone. Gods, even the scout feels sorry for me. But the thoughts were cut off abruptly seeing Sophia walk through the door with...Galahad. What the fuck does he think he’s doing? Anger surged through him, and his grip tightened around his cup. Raja sensed his shift in demeanor and turned to see what had rattled him. Tristan had shifted his head slightly around, the couple exchanged a silent glance.
The dark knight’s fiery gaze never left Galahad and Sophia, even as Sophia went behind the counter to begin her shift for the night. Galahad sauntered over to the table with a huge grin on his face, the expression changing from pleasure to rueful satisfaction upon seeing Lancelot’s open expression of jealousy and rage. The young knight chuckled and took a seat next to Raja. He continued to smile at Lancelot.
“What the fuck are you looking at, pup?” Lancelot growled.
“Nothing, nothing.” He held his palms up in a placatory manner.
“Here you go,” Sophia said, smiling, serving Galahad with ale and refilling Raja’s and Tristan’s cup.
“Thank you,” Raja said.
Lancelot’s throat tightened his heart beating frenetically with less than an arm’s length away.
“More?” she asked him.
It was the first word she’s spoken since that night he’d gone to her hut pleading one last time for forgiveness. The elation quickly passed when he saw that the look in her eyes was completely without feeling.
“How are you?” he blurted.
Her face started to soften until a sing song voice rang out.
“Lancelot!” Seren said happily.
He inwardly groaned at the sound of her voice. She was the main woman giving Sophia the most trouble. She had been indubitably pissed when she found that Lancelot was sincerely caught up with Sophia. But now that he was no longer tied up, her advances had been doubly strong. Seren plopped herself down next to Lancelot and wrapped her arm around his. Nothing but trouble.
“You forgetful boy! You left your undershirt in my bedroom last night,” she admonished playfully, stroking his thigh under the table.
Sophia walked away sharply.
“Sophia, wait!” Lancelot got up and followed her. “You know not to believe anything she says.”
Sophia kept walking towards the counter to get more ale.
“Wait,” Lancelot said, grabbing her elbow.
“Don’t touch me!” she hissed.
“Gods, you know she’s a bitch. Ask Raja! I wasn’t with her last night,” he insisted.
“I don’t care to ask Raja what you were doing last night, or any other night. You can’t keep running to your cousin to vouch for you about everything.”
“I-”
“No, Lancelot. We’re through. You made sure of that when you fucked Seren that night. Now, I have work to do, so do you mind letting go of me?” Her green eyes blazed angrily.
His heart hit the pit of his stomach, reluctantly letting her go. Lancelot turned around abruptly hearing a shrill scream. It was coming from Seren.
“Get this vermin off of me!” she yelled.
“Would you calm down, woman!” Raja said dispassionately, exasperated with Seren’s dramatic reaction.
“Get it off me!”
Raja leaned over the table swiftly, grabbed Seren by the collar of her dress and snatched the mouse off of her shoulder. She immediately petted the little creature on the head. “Hello, little one,” she said affectionately.
“How can you touch that filthy thing?” Seren asked incredulously. Her face was flushed.
People were staring at their table from the commotion the little mouse had caused. When they realized that nothing more exciting was going to happen they returned to their own business.
Raja’s face hardened, her silver eyes turned cold. “His name is Homer. And I can assure you that you have more filth on one strand of your hair than he does on his entire body. I bathed him yesterday.” She sat back down next to Tristan and Galahad, Homer now perched on her shoulder. Tristan smirked at her, and shook his head slightly, putting his arm around her waist to pull her closer. Galahad had stopped laughing, along with Gawain, Bors and Dagonet; even the giant knight could feel no sympathy for the woman.
Lancelot came up behind Seren, the sight of her filled him with contempt. “I suppose vermin knows vermin,” he said to her, his eyes appearing black as he looked down at her.
Seren’s eyes shot open in surprise, quickly shifting her expression to outrage. “Bastard.” She gave Lancelot a resounding slap across the face before blasting her way through the doors.
“Nice,” Gawain said, raising his cup in cheers.
Lancelot said nothing, he just quickly downed the rest of his ale and left the tavern.
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It was the middle of night, and he couldn’t fall asleep. The night’s events replayed over in his head. The hurt and anger in Sophia’s eyes, Seren’s cruelty, getting slapped across the face. He sighed and turned over, burying his face in the pillows. His heart and groin ached for Sophia. His head shot up at a loud knock on the door.
“It’s the bloody middle of the knight!” he yelled.
The knock was louder.
He cursed under his breath and opened the door only to see Seren standing in front of him wrapped in a cloak with a sly smile on her face. “Vermin knows vermin, eh?” She pushed her way through the door and slammed it shut, bolting it.
“What the hell are you doing? Get out.” He grabbed her by the elbow intended to throw her sorry ass out. But she pulled free and laid down on his bed, shedding the cloak. She was stark naked.
He stared for a moment, then looked at her.
“You want to, Lancelot,” she said, parting her legs, fingers roaming down towards her nether regions.
His body betrayed him with a slight hardening of his prick.
“We’re cut from the same cloth, my dark knight. I’m a bitch. You’re a bastard. We deserve each other.” Her fingers were now inside of her, stroking rhythmically. Seren’s mouth was parted, she back arched, and she moaned quietly. She stared at him invitingly.
The harder his dick became, the hotter his rage became. He bought into her belief. He was a bastard.
“You’ll regret this, bitch,” he seethed. He tore off his shirt and breeches, joined her on the bed and rammed himself inside of her as hard and fast as he could, wanting to cause her pain.
She grunted. “Yeah, feels...good...doesn’t it?” Lancelot said, his thrusts growing harder and faster with every second.
Despite the pain, Seren grew wetter. Incensed, she clawed her nails down Lancelot’s back, groaning with both pleasure and pain. He hissed at the stinging of her nails, cursed and flipped her over. They were both on their knees. He took her roughly by the wrists and held her hands in place on the top of the headboard. Lancelot bit deeply into her shoulder and she cried out. He chuckled coldly, “I can make you bleed more.” The words were harsh in her ear. “Bend over.” She didn’t move. He took his right hand off her wrist and slapped her as hard as he could on her thigh. “Bend over!”
“No! I’m leaving now.” She tried to get off the bed, but he held her still. He grabbed the dagger that lay under his pillow and held it to her neck. Now she was afraid. Lancelot had many different attitudes in the bedroom, but sadistic was never one of them.
“
He let go of her other wrist and she propped herself up with her hands, now on all fours.
“Good girl,” he said huskily, patting her on her backside. “Good girl.”
“Lancelot,” she said his name gently.
“Oh! Want to be sweet now?” He glided the tip of the dagger across her back, and he could feel her shudder. “Are you frightened?” She didn’t answer.
“Look, I’m sorry about what I did tonight. Just let me go back to my own room,” she pleaded.
“But you came to me,” he replied with mock hurt. “There is nothing worse than a tease, Seren.” His poked the head of his erect penis against the opening of her anus. “How about here?”
“You know I don’t like it there!” she said frantically, immediately trying to get away, but he was faster and stronger.
“Stay in your position, bitch!” He slapped her on her thigh again. “Stay still and we’ll finish this.”
Lancelot didn’t bother with salve or any sort of lubricant. He thrust his penis in the hole between her ass. He groaned in satisfaction and she screamed in pain. “No yelling,” he ordered, pulling her hair. “Don’t want to disturb the neighbors.” He continued to push and shove as hard as he could. With every movement his sounds of pleasure grew, and her suppressed whimpers of pain increased.
“Yes...” Lancelot grunted. “Yes!” He pulled out before he came, still hard, and flipped her over again.
She sobbed, feeling as if he had set fire to her insides.
He ignored her discomfort, “Sit up.”
She sniffled and sat against the headboard. He moved forward and put his cock on her lips. “Suck.” Her nose scrunched up from the smell. He laughed. “That’s your smell you’re recoiling from, bitch.”
She turned head to the side. “Do it!” he yelled. He grabbed her head in his hands and wiped his prick on her lips. “Suck me!” he demanded. “Open your fucking mouth, and suck me off, you dumb shit!”
She cried louder and opened her mouth. “And no biting,” he said, sliding his dick in. She gagged, but stroked his dick with her tongue. “What’s wrong with you tonight, Seren? You usually love this!” He shoved inside of her mouth, and she gagged again. “Oh, sweetie,” he tsked, “you’ve lost your touch.” He extricated his cock from her and went limp. He sighed.
“Well, I guess that’s it for the night. He plopped himself down next to her and laid his head on the pillows. “Get out now. You’re no good to me.”
Seren slid painfully off the bed, and winced as she bent down to grab her cloak. She said nothing, all pep gone from her.
“Oh wait, one thing, love,” Lancelot said.
She looked at him warily.
“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
I've got a fever
Come check it and see
There's something burning and rolling in me
We may not last but we'll have fun till it ends
C'mon baby be my bad boyfriend