Ignore it

It must be nothing. No one else heard it.

As it starts to get dark, King Arthur decides to make the call to start looking for a suitable place to camp. You find a shady spot and dismount, tying your horses to some sturdy trees.

"Alright men, we need to get some firewood, get a fire going." King Arthur says and everyone nods collectively.

"Should we pair up, you know, in case one of us gets lost or attacked or something?" Merlin says.

"Scared of getting lost, magic boy?" Percival smirks.

"It's not a bad idea," King Arthur smiles, looking at you. Gwain and Percival, Lancelot and Merlin, Gwent and I will all fan out and look for firewood. It was obvious the king cared little for the safety and just wanted an excuse to spend more time with you.

"My king, there were some details of the journey I wished to discuss with you. Might I join you instead?" Merlin says and the king's smile fades. He looks over at you.

"I guess, yes. Come with me Merlin. Lancelot, keep Gwent out of trouble." King Arthur said, nodding to his lead knight. Lancelot smiles at you.

"Oh, I think Gwent is well-equipped to handle any trouble that comes his way." Lancelot says and you walk over to him. The groups depart, each heading in a different direction. Soon it is just you and Lancelot. You look around, but don't find very much dry wood around, good for burning.

"Not alot of wood out here?" you say.

"Well there is plenty of wood out here...just none of its dry," Lancelot smirks.

"Yeah, but what good is wood that's wet," you say, looking under a fallen tree.

"Oh, there are plenty of good things wet wood can be used for," Lancelot says, getting behind you and slapping your ass.

"Whoa," you turn around, "What are you doing?"

"Oh come on," Lancelot says, "Don't you want to have a little fun."

"We have to find firewood?" You say.

"You and I know that after the rainstorm last night, we aren't going to find any dry wood whether we look for five minutes or thirty. Might as well put the time to better use." He clutches his crotch, moving his hand over his hard-on.