A Whisper In The Dark(LANCELOT)

[Lady Raven Silvester]

Raven felt his muscles. "I'm yours." she whispered as she finished taking his trousers off. She gently bit into his neck and sucked gently, leaving a lovebite behind. Raven was giving herself so freely to him. She looked at him and stroked his face. "I really do love you. Please dont leave me." she begged. Her eyes swam with love and warmth. She couldn't live without him. Raven held him close. She wanted him. "Lancelot... How do you feel towards me?" she asked. She had to know whether he returned her feelings or he was just using her.

[Lancelot Du Lac]

Under the covers he could feel that she was exploring his muscles, among other things, and it was a pleasing sensation. He smiled at her whispered statement, as he realized that she had successfully dis-robed him. "As am I yours. i wonder is it some magic spells that you have weaved around me. Ouch!," as she felt the bite into his neck. "You are definitely a fox in so many ways." He responded to her words and her stroking of her face by descending on to her body with his and kissing her lips, and neck and finally her upper chest.

He said, "I hope that it is obvious to you how I feel. I would never expose so much of myself to a woman who I could not see myself devoted to and developing love with. So .... are you casting a spell on me that would explain the love that I feel? Leave you? What fool would want to leave you? Just as nobody would be willing to give you up without a fight, I'd guess," he said as his body settled even more into hers.

[Lady Raven Silvester]

"I'm casting no spell." she said. Raven felt something enter her. She dug her nails into Lancelot's back. A wave of pleasure rushed over her. A small but pleasurable moan escaped her lips. She locked her lips around Lancelot's. "What have you put inside me?" she asked with a cheeky wink. She dragged her nails down his back in sheer pleasure. This was so much better than it was with Dreamer and much more fun and pleasurable. She felt her womanhood get even moister. She held him close so he could feel it too.

[Lancelot Du Lac]

"Are you sure? It seems as though your effect on me is magical," he smiled, as he entered her. He tried to do it as slowly and gradually so as both not to hurt her and to maximize what pleasure he could give her ...... as well as himself ....... "mmmmmmmmmmm." His moans of pleasure, as he used his mass and strength to go deeper were interrupted by her nails, and he he responded like a tiger ........ "GRRRRRRRRRRR" ........... forcing himself deeper. "You tell me what is .... vixen," he said with a smile. He felt his tool, as she lubricated it go deeper and deeper. It was not just due to what he was doing ..... she was encouraging him as well.

[Lady Raven Silvester]

"You know how amazing this is." she said. She giggled. He was amazing. "Just between you and I you're so much better at this than Dreamer." she whispered. A lous passionate moan escaped her as he went deeper inside of her. "AH! LANCELOT!" she screamed. It felt so good. Just the feel of him inside of her made her go wild wil pleasure. Raven kissed him deeply. "I love you so much but please be gentle." she said. Her heart was racing so fast, she thought it would come out of her chest. Her breathing was nothing but passionate sighs and occasionaly the odd moan of pleasure.

[Lancelot Du Lac]

"No, why don't you tell me how amazing it is, so that there is no doubt," he smiled. he listened to her giggle, while he looked down upon her. He drove himself steadily deeper into here and heard her giggle change into a scream of his name. "Hmmm ... are you going to tell him the news yourself then, and how do you expect him to take the news .... like a man or a mage?" It was obvious how she physically felt about what they were doing. he did not know if or how much guilt she felt toward Dreamer, though. The look in her eyes told him how good she felt right now, and t hat was very good. "Oh, I am glad to hear that you feel that way, but being gentle, I'm afraid, is in the eye of the beholder, and how does that feel, milady?," he asked, as he drove ever deeper.

[Lady Raven Silvester]

"Please just call me Raven." Raven sighed. She grabbed Lancelot to steal a kiss from him. She thrusted her own hips rythamaicly to give him more pleasure. She was getting so close. With each of his thrusts it drove her even more widly into pleasure. Raven dragged he nails across his chest and lapped up the blood in a seductive way, never taking her eyes off Lancelot. Her moans were now fits of pleasurable screams. She was going to climax soon, her womanhood was already leaking past Lancelot's manhood. "I-I'm so close... AHHH!" she moaned. She pulled him into a deep kiss. "Come with me." she said.

[Lancelot Du Lac]

"Very well ..... Raven .....my love," he whispers as he feels her lip encompass lips. He senses that her hips are now driving into his with the same rhythm that his are driving into hers. He feels the pleasure of them acting as one, but wonders if and when she will use her magic upon him as she tries to tame his body. He knew that it would be natural for her personality to want to dominate and tame, especially one who is not her magical equal. He feels the sensations of her nail scraping across his taut chest ......... "mmmmmmmmmm".

He moans in a whisper as her tongue massages his irritated skin that's been scraped. Meanwhile, with each thrust of his rhythm he goes deeper within and feels and hears each rhythmic scream from her. He felt that she was just moments from the orgasms that would seal her fare with him, as she drew him in for the kiss that they would have as they became one person, but then he heard her whispered question, and answered, "Close ..... close to what ..... where do you want me to come?"

[Lady Raven Silvester]

Raven couldnt take any more. With a wild scream of passion she came. Raven held Lancelot close and tried to get her breath back. She smiled as she looked at him. He was so beautiful. Her world was complete. Just his presence made her feel light and unafraid. "Lancelot.... Promise you wont leave me." she smiled as she lay beside him, her eyes locked on his. Raven held his hands and kissed the fingertips ever so gently. "I'm curious.... Why did you decide to become a knight?" she asked as she ran her fingers through his hair.

[Lancelot Du Lac]

Lancelot could feel her body begin to shudder under his, and he knew even before she screamed that the moment was at hand, and he released into her just as she came. The end of the sexual event, though, he saw, was not an ending for her, as she did not seek to get away, but wanted to be even closer, as she held him. But then came the question … the question that he knew she would have, at some point. “Raven, I could make such a promise …. and would make such a promise …. willingly. However, being a Knight as I am, my life could end at any moment, violently. That is, it may be outside my control. If it is my decision to make, of course I would never leave you, unless my presence would put you in some king of unnecessary harm or danger.”

He did not know how she would take that kind of answer, but it was the truth, and as a Knight of Camelot that was the only kind of answer he could give her with a clear conscience. He saw that she had taken his hands in hers, and was now kissing them lightly, and she had another question, this one more personal in nature. She ran her fingers through his dark, wavy, and long hair, which found pleasurable …. “mmmmmmm.”

He looked away before he answered, for he rarely liked to think about or deal with his past. “I remember it was said that, in France … Gaul, that we were of a noble line, that my forebears had served the Dauphin at court. However, here we were nothing, especially in the eyes of nobles like King Uther. I was sent off to apprentice for a trade when I reached my teens, even though even then I displayed an aptitude for the sword. While I was away raiders from the Northern Plains razed the village. There were no survivors. I swore from that day that I would never allow myself to be vulnerable to such a thing, and I made my goal to be a Knight …. to protect and defend.”

[Lady Raven Silvester]

Raven gasped in shock. "You mean everything to me." she said. Raven looked at him and rested her head on his chest. She began to feel a little bit tired. Her eyes were starting to droop, but she snapped her eyes open every time she was about to fall asleep. Raven yawned and cuddled as close as she could to Lancelot. She was happy she was in his arms. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. Dreamer had nearly killed her. She sighed and smiled warmly at him.

[Lancelot Du Lac]

Lancelot heard her sudden gasp, and assumed it was in reference to the story of his youth and why he had wanted to become a Knight. "I wouldn't think that an Assassin would find anything truly shocking. Well .... that is good .... since you are the most important person to me as well." He saw and felt her rest her head on his chest now that they had disengaged and were both on her backs. He looked over at her and saw her eyelids begin to droop and could see that she was fighting a yawn. "As long as I am not keeping you from any pressing duties .... why don't you just rest .... even though I am a bit of a lumpy pillow," he smiled.

[Lady Raven Silvester]

Raven giggled. "Oh well... At least its pure muscle." she flirted. She snuggled as close as she could to Lancelot. Raven reached up and kissed him deeply. She made the kiss last as long as she could before breaking apart from him. "You better rest too. Training starts as soon as the sun rises tomorrow. Yes we start training early but I have some Templars to kill... Unfortanatly they'll be in Court with the King tomorrow but as soon as they come out kill them then confront Uther... Using magic if I have to." she said. A yawn escaped her and she gradually fell asleep.

[Lancelot Du Lac]

"I had no notion that an Assassin would even know how to giggle," Lancelot teased. "So, is there something preferable to pure muscle over other things. Wouldn't a soft cushion of fat be more comfortable, I wonder," he mused, somewhat sarcastically. As he made fun of himself Raven chose to take the moment and deliver one of her longest and deepest kisses yet. "Oh I don't have any trouble getting rest. As soon as my head hits the pillow I can fall asleep. You think that I need to be well-prepared for training then? Hmmm .... one might get the idea that you are a bit over-obsessed with the Templars, eh, as opposed to me, eh?," he said, smiling slightly.

"Anyway, whether you attack them inside or outside, and before you confront Uther, you must know you will be opposed by my brother Knights of Camelot, don't you? And what of Arthur and Merlin?, he asked." However, he saw that sleep had taken her over and those answers would have to wait for another time.

[Lady Raven Silvester]

Raven got up quietly. She got dressed and attatched her weapons to her body. It was time to strike. Time to kill Uther's supposed friend. Raven was ready for anything that was thrown her way. Nothing was going to stop her... Not even Lancelot. It had to be done. For the peace and safety of Camelot. These Templars were not going to seduce this city so easily. It was her job as an Assassin to make sure the peace was maintained. Even if Arthur tried to stop her she would just cast a memory loss spell on him. Merlin however, was a differant story. She was no match for his power but nonetheless she would try her best.

She entered the recreactional halls. The man she had saved and his family rushed up to her. "My son has joined you ranks with a song in his heart. He is willing to fight for justice and peace. I am Marcus Ryder and this is my wife, Amunet. Our son is called Delano." he smiled. "Well its nice to meet you good sir, and nice to know some fresh muscle has joined us. You and the rest of your friends and family are welcome to stay for as long as you like." Raven smiled. "Thank you so much, My Lady." Amunet smiled back. Marcus and his wife bowed and left to meet their son who was now in the white robes of the Assassin. 'He has potential...' Raven mused. She left the grand tunnels of the Assassin Headquaters and headed for battle.

When she reached the surface, she noticed a few of her brothers and sisters had been dispatched to create a diversion for her. Raven immediatly thought of her grandfather. "Clever old coot." she laughed under breath. The castle was illuminated by candle light. Obviously the Templars were on their guard. They weren't as stupid as they seemed to be. She scaled the western tower like an agile wild cat and entered what seemed to be a small library.

She heard voices. She peeked over a bookcase and saw two knights she knew since childhood. She walked past them and put her finger to her lips. They nodded and let her continue on her way. The head Templar's room had to be somewhere amongst this labarynth of rooms. She saw a Templar knight up ahead. Taking one of her throwing knives, she threw it and it lodged in the man's throat. He died within seconds. Raven set the body on fire and when the Templar was nothing but ashes, she used her influence over the air element to blow the evidence away. Showtime!