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“What shall it be? Will you abandon your sword and flee?” ⚔️

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"Who are you?"

[hobgirlonao3]

Lansoni fuck or die :)

drabble requests: closed

They're passing through a forest on their way back to the castle when Lancelot sees a flower he recognizes. A man-sized bloom with orange petals that slowly fade into a deep purple. Luckily, they're folded closed right now; the last thing he wants right now is to deal with what would happen if the petals opened.

"Careful, My Liege," he warns. "That flower is poisonous. Avoid touching—"

"What, this?" The King says. Against Lancelot's advice, he gets closer. "It's so pretty, though. Look, it—"

He reaches out, too fast for Lancelot to stop him. Even before the King makes contact, the petals unfurl. The stamen juts out, pulsing unnaturally for a moment before it contracts.

"Move!" Lancelot barks, too worried for proper address. He rushes towards the King, intending to tackle him bodily out of the way—

—when the stamen expands again, pushing out a puff of bright red pollen. The King, of course, gets a face full of the stuff, almost seeming to glitter against his blue fur.

Unable to halt his momentum, Lancelot barrels into the King. They crash into the ground just in time to avoid a second puff of pollen—but the damage is done. Lancelot can already feel the King's skin heat up, feverishly warm against the bare skin of his arms.

He starts to pull away, willing to carry the King the rest of the way to the castle if need be. "We must visit the court physician—"

"Lance," the King whimpers. He's grabs onto Lancelot's arm. His grip is loose—but Lance freezes anyway, still on his knees between the King's legs. "I don't—I don't feel well."

Lancelot looks at the King's face. He's flushed, the inside of his ears nearly as red as the pollen still freckling his muzzle. His eyes are glassy and unfocused. "I know, My Lord. That's why we must..."

He trails off when the King whines again. The King removes one of the hands holding Lancelot's arms, placing it on his stomach instead. "I feel..." Slowly, the hand starts sliding down. Lancelot's can't help but follow the movement with his eyes. "Hot. I need—I just... need..."

Finally, the hand reaches it's destination. Two fingers spread the King's folds to reveal a glistening hole, already so slick that strands of it stretch between the folds of his labia. It's utterly obscene—but Lancelot can't summon up the discipline needed to look away.

"I need help," the King says. "Help me, Lance."

Lancelot swallows thickly. He has, admittedly, fantasized about the King in similar positions before—but acting upon those lurid fantasies would be beyond inappropriate.

Then again, it's not like he can disobey a direct order from his king.

[maladiemallard]

Was going through my folders and found this?? That I never posted?? From exactly a year ago??? Crazy stuff.

Anyway, this was a really fun exercise with brushes I never use. It’s supposed to be like an old oil portrait, I made it to use originally to frame a different piece but I never got to that part. N e ways enjoy the food during my personal art draught.

[still-waiting-for-godot]

King Arthur and his beloved knight Sir Lancelot 👑⚔️🪻

[silvermun]

they’re working on it!!

[nitrousoxide90]

The Fool's Dance - Chapter 28

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66660538/chapters/227455341

Chapter 28: The Parasites in the Nightmares

Summary:

While the ruby's corruption feeds on Arthur, he learns a horrifying truth. Lancelot rushes to save his love.

[the-bi-wonder]

The Cowboy & His Knight update!!!