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    fanfiction A Mercenary in Camelot Ch. 3 with Katie McGrath and Olivia Wilde

    A Mercenary In Camelot Ch. 3
    Starring Katie McGrath, Feat. Olivia Wilde
    By Harbinger
    Tags: M/F, M/FF, bath, seduced, handjob, fingering, pullout
    Disclaimer: This story is 100% fantasy and obviously never happened. I make no money doing this.
    A/N: Katie McGrath reclaims her role as Morrigan, and Olivia Wilde plays the servant Olivae.



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    The next day, our small party reached the great city of Camelot by midday. Vladi, the brothers Brennwulf and Baelthor, and myself had never seen such a city, but Otarr and Hjorleif looked completely unphased.

    “I cannot help but to think you have been here before, Hjorleif,” I said to my fearless leader.

    “I have,” he replied with a curt nod as the great wooden gate before us was opened by four men on each door pulling massive iron chains. “The last time I was here, it was to much greater a reception, and part of a far larger party.”

    “Oh?” Morgana asked from atop her horse behind us. Perhaps this is tale for dinner with my brother this evening?”

    “I would be obliged to accept your offer, my lady, but I cannot leave my men on their own on our first day in Camelot,” Hjorleif said, horonably denying. He never was one for such court affairs.

    “Nonsense,” she laughed. “I would be quite the terrible hostess to split up my friends. You are all welcome to the great hall for supper this evening.”
    I watched Hjorleif’s eyes carefully, and if I had not been looking for the smallest flash or spark, I would have missed it, the sheer annoyance he felt about having to suffer through court.

    “Pardon my heathen manners, my lady, but will there be much circumstance to court this evening?” Otarr the Wise asked.

    Morgana smiled and shook her head. “No, friend. Tonight is a small affair and not a proper celebration or banquet. It shall be a small gathering. Just us, a few of the knights, and some serving girls.”

    “Serving girls?” Vladi asked, his interest peaked.

    Morgana smiled again. “Yes. They are freed women, so they are not for sampling, lest they choose. I am sure my brother will offer you some slaves to warm your bed.”

    “Pardon young Vladi here. He still has no idea how to carry himself in the face of a lady,” Hjorleif apologized for the young giant.

    “Tis no matter, Sir Hjorleif. All the same, I am glad to have you lot here and safe. I will have someone with you straight away to settle you in for some time.” With that, the good lady took her leave.

    In due time, a steward was with us and brought us to an inn, and informed the innkeeper that our stay would be paid for by the crown, which the man was all too happy to accept.

    And so we settled down until we were summoned by the same steward to accompany him to the great hall for supper.

    Together we went, and to the great hall we arrived in the same tattered garments we arrived in.

    Upon reaching the top of the stairs, we saw King Arthur himself clad in a rich red tunic, a purple cape around his shoulders, sword at his side, looking much like a young Caesar.

    “Greetings Sir Hjorleif and friends!” the warrior king bellowed. “My dear sister has told me of some of your troubles and woes, and I am sorry to hear of them. However, I am happy to host you and help you recover.”

    “Well met, my king,” Hjorleif said bowing low, and we followed his example. “We appreciate your gracious hospitality and fully accept.”

    The king laughed aloud, his body shaking with vigor. “Come Sir Hjorleif, please do not feel obliged to treat our time together as a courtly affair. We are but warriors, you and I, and your men.”

    Hjorleif cracked a genuine smile and a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Arthur. I find all of that so taxing.”

    “As do I,” the blonde man chuckled. Now come. Tis too early for supper, I know, but you and your men must wish to bathe and be dressed in untattered garments.”

    “We do indeed,” Hjorleif said happily, following the young king indoors.

    At the head of the great hall was the beautiful Morgana, knowingly smiling at me, her eyes mirthed. She gently waved, and I knodded my head in recognition. She had a smile that I could not interpret as other than whimsical, and it made me feel something akin to anxious excitement in my stomach.

    Servants approached in his elegant yet simple white dresses. There were six of them, one to accompany each of us.


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    A gorgeous servant with sharp, intense green eyes approached me and curtsied low. “Good evening, m’lord. I am Olivae, but you may call me anything you see fit.”
    I bowed in turn, my hand over my chest. “I am called Cadoc, and I am no lord. I am but a simple soldier. And your name is perfect, Olivae.” She smiled brightly and took a few steps.

    “This way, Cadoc,” she said, motioning me with a delicate hand.

    I turned once more to Morgana, and she still had that knowing smile. She motioned for me to follow Olivae like I was a dog about to receive a treat.

    I smiled and nodded at the gracious lady, and followed the swaying hips of Olivae as she led me down brazier lit stone hallways.


    “Lady Morgana has told me some about you, Cadoc,” she said with a smirk in her voice.

    “Oh?”

    “She said you are not like most soldiers she has met. She also told me in confidence about your two nights together.”

    I could feel my face reddening, and I heard the sweet sound of her laughter. “Tis nothing to be ashamed of, dear Cadoc. She was most happy to have your company on the road, and to have you in her tent at night. To thank you, she specifically requested that I see to you during your stay here.”

    “T’was kind of her,” I said.

    “I am instructed to see to all of your wishes, Cadoc,” Olivae said, her voice dropping as she turned to level a glance at me, her green eyes smoldering. “As I said, Lady Morgana told me about your nights together. Should you wish for more, I am here to fulfill those wishes. Perhaps we should begin by bathing you, though,” she finished as she pushed open a large door, a stone floor and a large round wooden tub inside.

    “It has been too long since I washed,” I admitted. “Thank you, Olivae,” I nodded and waited for her to leave me to enjoy the hot bath.

    She continued to stand there inside the room, delicate hands on shapely hips. “Do you require help undressing, Cadoc?” she asked as she closed the distance between us, placing her hand on the hem of my destroyed tunic.

    I said nothing, my eyes stuck on hers. Rather than waiting for a reply, she wrapped her slender fingers in the shirt and tugged it over my head. Her hands ran over my chest hair before flitting down to my stomach. Our eyes staid trained on each other’s as she pulled my trousers down and I stepped out of them.

    I looked away from Olivae long enough to remove my undergarments, and I looked up to see her eyes lowered down to my exposed manhood.

    “Lady Morgana was not exaggerating,” Olivae chuckled, a hand on her chin. “Come now Cadoc, into the tub with you.”

    I did as told and climbed into the steaming water, slowly sinking down until just my upper chest and shoulders were above the waterline.

    “Shall I undress and join you?” she asked, her hands resting on the straps of her flowing white dress. “It will allow me to give you the best service.”

    “That would most please me,” I said, barely able to keep the dripping lust from my voice.

    She smiled coyly as she hooked her fingers into the straps and slowly pulled them down, then allowing the dress to naturally fall from her slender form.

    Olivae was perfect; captivating emerald eyes, small but pert breasts, a sleek tummy, and enticing hips. A soft, small patch of hair sat just above a mouthwatering center with athletic, long legs beneath. Her chestnut hair so expertly pinned up made her have the visage of a goddess.

    She stepped into the massive tub and sighed in contentment, making my cock twitch.


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    “Is the water to your liking?” she asked, her eyes still closed.

    “It is,” I said as I felt my sore muscles begin to relax. “We are not in a hurry, are we?”

    “No, my Lord… erm, Cadoc.”

    I smiled at Olivae’s correction, her green eyes snapping open to see if I was angered. She was pleased to see me smiling.

    “You get an extra bath this way, don’t you?” I asked with a chuckle.

    “I do,” she chirped, her eyes closed again, her arms gently swaying in the water. “So far, I am enjoying my lady’s assignment.”

    “Would you still enjoy it were my wishes you were to fulfill a little more… demanding?”

    Olivae looked at me quizzically. “Would you like me to be your little whore?” she asked. “Would you like me to call you m’lord? Does a sense of power over a simple servant girl get your blood up?”

    “That all sounds good, but I was simply going to ask if we should wash each other’s backs,” I said with a laugh as her cheeks impossibly reddened. “Would you like to call me lord and to be my whore? It was your suggestion, after all.”

    Olivae smiled again and slowly padded over until she was right before me. “I have never been taken by a soldier. I would be lying had I said I wasn’t thinking about your hands on me, and your cock in my hand,” she told me, her hand lightly grasping my length. “Only if you will have me… my Lord.”

    I sighed as her gentle hand stroked my length, her mouth dropping open as she breathed deeply, reveling in the pleasure she knew she was giving me.
    “You are very good with your hands, Olivae. Shall we see if I’m good with mine as well?”

    Without waiting for response, I moved my arm from hanging over the back of the tub to the junction of Olivae’s olive toned legs. I traced her opening with two fingers before slowly inserting a single finger inside of her, making her gasp.

    “Oh Cadoc,” Olivae moaned, her hand still working my prick. “This has become quite the bath,” she whispered.

    “Indeed,” I growled, inserting a second finger. She gasped at the intrusion and I used the opportunity to snake my tongue into her mouth.
    She did not fight me, but moaned and rushed her tongue into my mouth as well.

    We began to thrust into each other, me into her hand and her hips onto my fingers as our tongues danced and teeth clicked.

    “Your wishes are my commands, my Lord. I am but your simple whore and servant,” she moaned into my ear once we broke the kiss.


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    “He is a lord already?” I heard a soft, familiar voice ask with a light laugh.

    “My Lady,” I said as Olivae and I released each other, both doing our best to bow in the deep tub.

    “Relax, Cadoc and Olivae. I only came to see that the hospitality was to your liking and that Olivae was acting as ordered,” she said with a stately nod.

    “Both are most satisfactory in my eyes, my lady,” I said as I relaxed fully into the water.

    Olivae was still apprehensive to do anything, with Princess Morgana still present.

    “What do you wait for, Olivae? I believe you were on the process of washing our esteemed and honorable guest.”

    “I was, my lady,” she said meekly before casting her stunning green eyes to me once more. “Shall I continue, my lady?”

    “Of course. Stop being daft. The water will grow cold soon,” Morgana chided.

    Olivae’s hand returned to my aching shaft and she continued to pleasure me, her eyes watching the water, seeing what she was doing to me.

    “How does it feel, Cadoc?” Morgana asked, stepping closer to the tub.

    “It feels good, my lady,” I said, my arms draping over the side of the tub again.

    “Did I make a good decision, assigning Olivae to you?”

    “You did, my lady. She is a wonderful servant,” I said as Morgana took a bar of soap and clothe, putting them in Olivae’s free hand.

    “I want him the cleanest he has ever been, Olivae. He dines with my brother and I tonight, and I will have him presentable,” Morgana said in a commanding tone.

    “Yes, my lady,” Olivae nodded and released me long enough to lather the clothe with the soap.

    She returned her hand to my prick and continued to pleasure me as she scrubbed my neck, chest and shoulders.

    “There we go. You shall soon be the cleanest mercenary in the kingdom,” she said with a smile.

    I closed my eyes again, enjoying the touches of Olivae, and not minding the presence of the princess.

    “He has been on considerable pain after the shipwreck, Olivae. Please do make sure to alleviate some of it,” she whispered into the woman’s ear, making us both shudder.

    “As you wish, my lady,” Olivae said with a wicked smile, putting the soap and clothe back onto the side of the tub.

    She rapped both her arms around my neck and lifted one leg to wrap it around my hip.

    “I believe I can help bring you some pleasure, to help release your pain,” she sighed as I took my cock in my own hand and positioned it at the center of her legs.

    I heard Morgana and Olivae both moan together as I entered the gorgeous servant.

    “How does she feel, Cadoc?”

    “Tight and hot, my lady. She is very wet,” I answered as I pushed into Olivae with measured strokes.

    “And not just from the bath, I am certain,” she said with a giggle.

    “Olivae, how is our mercenary’s cock?” Morgana asked as she absentmindedly swished her fingertips through the water.

    “Large, hard, and mighty, your grave. A sword with buying,” she praised as I wrapped both my arms around her and spun her so that it was her back against the tub.

    “Now you’re in for a right plundering,” Morgana growled, rubbing her servant’s shoulders as I plowed into her, the water violently sloshing around us.

    “You feel so good, Cadoc,” Olivae moaned.

    “Go ahead, girl, do not stop calling him lord or master only account,” Morgana ordered.

    “You have such a fine cock, master. It is my honor that you might use me,” she shuddered as she clenched and unclenched me with her twat, making me groan.

    “Oh by God,” I groaned as I crushed the poor woman into the wet, wooden boards. “How does a servant girl have such a divine womanhood?”

    “Olivae was not cheap,” Morgana laughed. “I prefer my girls to be first rate hands.”

    I opened my eyes long enough to see Morgana’s face buried in Olivae’s shoulder, kissing, biting, licking her like she was more than just a servant.

    I was fully shocked, but more than aroused when Morgana pulled Olivae’s head back by the hair and passionately swallowed her breaths as she unleashed her lust upon my humble sword, which in turn made my balls tighten.

    I quickly removed myself from Olivae’s hot, spasming opening so that I wouldn’t release my seed into her.

    With a groan, I released myself into the tub, and Olivae’s hand returning to my member to stroke and squeeze me ensured it was all out.

    “How do you feel now, Cadoc?” Morgana asked knowingly as Olivae and I caught our breath.

    “Most at ease, my lady. Olivae is indeed a servant worth having,” I chuckled.

    “And you may have at her while you are here. Camelot hospitality is not to be rivaled,” Morgana said with a smile before taking her leave as quietly as she had entered.



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    Grr that was hot!!
    There's an imagine I won't be forgetting any time soon.
    That was was awesome Harbinger.



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