The Darkest Desires - Pt 3

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***

The sliver of sky that was visible from Merlin’s bedroom window was completely black. He missed the comforting twinkle of the stars, but they were obscured by clouds that spilled heavy rain, and were visible only in the frequent flashes of lightning that illuminated them from within.

For Merlin, there was no vanity in the knowledge that he was unique to others who practiced magic. He was a creature of the old religion, he was magic personified, rather than someone who used magic as a matter of practice, or even innately possessed magic. He reasoned that was why he felt the absence of the magic he’d foolishly allowed Morgause to steal from him so keenly.

It was as though he’d chopped off one of his own fingers, and he not only missed it, but the pain of the wound was fresh, and would never lessen. He had to get what she’d taken back, or the loss of it would drive him mad. He was aware of it every second of every day, even in his sleep.

Merlin was not the fool Kilgharrah and others took him for. Yes, he was young, and a certain amount of foolishness and naïveté came attached to youth, much like a beautiful smell came from a flower, or a thorn came with a rose. He didn’t see himself as a fool. He was young, he wanted to make the mistakes his elders warned him against so that he could see for himself why it was a mistake. He’d never have known what his mother meant when she warned him something was hot had he never tried to touch a fiery coal in the cookfire as a child.

Kilgharrah had said Merlin would want to give all of himself to Morgause, that he would go back to her time and again and allow her to drain him of all his magic, but the dragon was wrong. He would no sooner do that than he would chop off a second finger after feeling the pain of doing so the first time. He may be naïve, but he was not an idiot.

The sound of the door creaking open roused Merlin from the sleep he’d nearly fallen into. He expected to find Gaius entering his room, needing help with some midnight emergency. Instead Morgana shut the door and the flash of her eyes brought a candle beside his bed to life. She’d learned to start fires intentionally.

She’d summoned him a week after his visit to Morgause. He’d ignored it. She’d sent a summons three days in a row after. He’d ignored those as well. Now she’d come to him herself.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve sent for you four times. How dare you ignore a summons from me!”

“How dare you barge into my room in the middle of the night!”

Morgana looked righteously indignant that a servant would speak to her so. It was just one of the many changes that had occurred within her since her return to Camelot. “I wonder what Uther would do if I told him you’d tried to rape me,” she said, a cruel smile on her lips.

“You won’t be saying anything to Uther, so spare me your empty threats.”

“No threat from me is empty, Emrys.”

Perhaps it was her use of the name so many sorcerers used for him, or the fact that they both had magic, but Merlin no longer saw Morgana as his better, he saw her as his lesser. She was vile, she was inwardly ugly, and he had lost all respect for her. He reached out and grabbed her about the neck and pulled her onto the bed. He wanted to warn her away, to frighten her into realizing he was no one to trifle with, but he felt that familiar tug that came with someone trying to drain his magic. That was the real reason for Morgana's visit. She wanted to anger him, to make his feelings run high so she could attempt to take from him as Morgause had, but he easily held her at bay.

Her attempt infuriated Merlin, and his hand clamped down hard on Morgana’s throat. The tugging sensation behind his navel immediately dissipated. Her eyes were now large and fearful.

“Do not think your petty magic can overcome me!” he growled in her face.

“Let go!” she struggled. Morgana’s eyes flashed, but unlike the night she’d managed to take Merlin by surprise and fling him away from her on instinct, he was ready, and it had no effect.

“Why don’t we speak to Arthur, hmm? Why don’t we tell him that Morgause is your sister, and that it makes no sense that you suffered for a year at your own sisters hands. Uther may be blinded to your faults because you’re his daughter, but Arthur will see you for what you really are.”

Morgana's eyes widened in shock as she realized Merlin knew the truth of her true relation to Uther, but he didn't care. He was beyond reason. How dare she invade his space to throw around her threats. How dare she attempt to steal his magic! He was sick of it all. He was fed up with Morgana, with nobles in general, with hiding who he was, with never getting credit. He was sick of the pain of losing his magic. Merlin had never known such rage. Even the genuine fear in Morgana’s eyes as she struggled to breathe under his grip did nothing to snap him out of it.

Then it happened. He felt a connection between himself and Morgana, through her fear. They were sharing energies, but it was not sexual. It was rage and hatred, and it was every bit as powerful as his connection to Morgause. Then he felt something warm against his stomach. He thought perhaps Morgana had urinated in her fear, but it went deeper than being against his navel, it went into him, assuaging the pain of his earlier loss by replacing what Morgana had taken, but it felt insufficient. Her magic was like a salve on a burn, or a bandage on a cut—it brought comfort, but it did not heal.

Morgana gasped at the sensation of having her magic stolen. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled from the corners, and Merlin pushed against the feeling, returning to her what he’d taken by accident. He loosened his grip.

“Tell your sister I will come to her again in three nights. Tell her to have the place we met the last time ready. I want you to be there, Morgana. I want you to watch us. I want you to see what happens.”

Morgana nodded quickly, choking and struggling to swallow, relieved that Merlin was not going to kill her right there. She just wanted to be away from him, but he held her down when she tried to sit up.

“Morgana, if you ever try something like this again, I will drain you completely and leave you a dry husk of what you are now. Do you understand me?”

She nodded again. Merlin released Morgana, and she fled from his room.

***

Kilgharrah listened avidly to Merlin as he told the story of Morgana’s visit for a second time. When he'd finished, having left no detail out, the dragon blinked down at him serenely, saying nothing.

“Well?” Merlin prompted.

“I think you are playing a dangerous game, young warlock—a game you are not guaranteed to win. You have raw power and talent, whereas Morgause has almost thirty years of experience and discipline. I fear you may not be able to take her in an outright contest of wills. Also, Merlin, there is the fact that no one has ever been known to lose or trade their energy and then recapture it.”

“I’m different from anyone who has come before me.”

“Yes, that is true,” Kilgharrah readily agreed. “However you are not infallible, or invincible. Could you retrieve a drop of blood from a cup of water, Merlin? To regain what Morgause has stolen would be equally as impossible…even for you.”

“I have to try. I took from Morgana, and I gave it back. Surely there’s a way for me to…”

Kilgharrah tilted his great head to the side as Merlin did the same in a mirrored movement.

“I do not like what I think you are about to suggest, Merlin,” Kilgharrah said sternly. “I will not trade magic with you. It would be indecent to even ask. I will not obey this command anymore than you would obey a command from your mother to fondle her.”

Merlin grimaced at that imagery. “I would not force you to trade magic in that way, dragon, and I would not ask you to do anything indecent. I took from Morgana out of anger. Perhaps if you and I were to...battle?”

Kilgharrah shook his head. “That would not be possible, Merlin. I cannot fight you. It is literally impossible, even if you wanted me to.”

Merlin’s frustration was great. “I have to try something!”

The dragon sighed, as though he were about to tell Merlin something he did not wish to share, but felt he had no choice. “You could practice on someone you share the bond of friendship with. I can give you a spell that would wipe their memory of events. Then, you could exchange a small amount of your magic for their life energy. They would not feel the gain or the loss keenly, but you would. If you are able to retrieve your magic, and return their life energy in return, you will have succeeded. If not, you have failed and you should not return to Morgause, unless you intend to take from her and live with the exchange. Either way the mortal you choose will not remember you using magic when the sun comes up, nor would anyone they attempted to tell.”

Merlin felt ill at ease. “I couldn’t have sex with someone while they were under a spell and then wipe their memories. That would be wrong.”

“It does not have to be sex. It can be battle. Passions must run high, and that passion need not always be sexual, as your encounter with Morgana proved.”

Merlin knew just the person. Arthur. He’d goad the prince into a fight and then see if he could exchange energy.

“Give me the spell.”

The great dragon breathed in deep, and then breathed a powerful spell into Merlin’s mind.

More to come soon.

***

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The Girls Club

Summary: Morgana creates a club for women to explore things about themselves society would not allow them to. Art, science, medicine, and sometimes…sex.

Ships: Merlin/Gwen, Merlin/Morgana. Story takes place in early season one, around the time of The Mark of Nimueh.

***

There were no class differences here. Nothing was forbidden. Nothing was looked upon with shame. Any woman was welcome, and she swore a blood oath to never betray what was spoken of in the sanctuary of their meeting place.

The men thought it was a cooking, sewing, child-rearing, and gossip club. If they only knew…

Morgana stood in the ornate hall, which she’d discovered in the lower parts of the castle after helping Arthur, and his new serving boy, Merlin, search for a beast that was attacking the servants in their quarters the floor above. The room was spacious, and had several smaller chambers accessed through lower doors. She thought that at one time it may have been a temple, or perhaps even an old court hall that hadn’t been used in decades, probably since before Uther took the crown as king of Camelot.

Servants, the only men who would ever be allowed to enter the place, worked to restore its beauty. Her guardian, King Uther, had approved heartily of her creating a ladies society and being in complete charge of it. He’d been most enthusiastic at the idea of her being in control of others, a queen of her own tiny kingdom.

“How goes the restoration?” Uther asked, strolling into the hall and looking around.

“Quite well. The dust has been cleared, the metals are gleaming. All we need now is furniture and equipment.”

“What sort of equipment?”

“Easels, paints, brushes, clay, all materials needed for the making of art. We’ll be writing poetry and playing music and taking singing lessons as well.”

Uther frowned down at her and Morgana tensed for a confrontation.

“You thought we would be sewing and cooking, didn’t you?”

Uther sighed and relaxed his shoulders. “There’s nothing wrong with ladies coming together under your tutelage to be creative. Nothing at all. In fact, I can’t wait to see what the members of your club produce.”

“Yes, well…”

Uther cocked an eyebrow.

“I wanted this to be an exclusive, private club. Once the restoration is complete, no men shall be allowed.”

Uther frowned. “Really?”

“You said this could be a project of my creation and my rules—”

Uther held up his hands and chuckled, trying to calm Morgana before she could fly into a tirade. “Yes, I did, and I will respect your wishes.”

“You realize the ban on men extends to you and Arthur, as well?”

Uther didn’t look happy about it, but he nodded. “Yes. Order anything you need. I will gladly pay for it.”

Uther turned to walk away, but Morgana stopped him and placed a light kiss on his cheek. He adored her, she knew it, and though they had many differences, she sometimes adored him in return. Rarely, but sometimes.

“Thank you, Uther. You don’t know what this means to me.”

Uther looked very pleased as kissed her forehead and strolled from the room. Morgana turned back to the chamber. In a week, everything would be ready. In the mean time, she would gather together only those women she trusted the most to keep the oath of silence. The list would be small, since gossip was the main pastime of women of nobility and servitude alike.

The first woman on her list was her maid, Gwen. Several other women were invited, ladies of the court, all roughly her age, a few married women in their early thirties. She insisted on an equal number of nobles and commoners alike, until she had sixteen members with herself included. The invitations were written in her own hand, and all were accepted.

***

The first meeting went well and according to plan. No woman was to speak of her membership, and all women were to meet in the receiving hall. There, they were welcomed by a woman at the door—this first time, Morgana herself, though all women would serve this function at some time—and then led inside to undress and change into black and red robes that were of equal quality, so that all women felt on even footing once in the main hall.

Once they had on their robes, they went to the main hall to await the start of the meeting, which began at eight o’clock. If any were late, they were locked out. Repeated offenses would mean a ban from the society.

Morgana stood in the center of a circle of plush, evenly spaced divans. She knew each woman, seven nobles and eight commoners. The commoners looked ill at ease, while the noblewomen gazed at her with curiosity.

“You each were invited because I and my maid all know you to be women with some talent. Some of you are artists, some excellent cooks, some poets, others singers, and other still learned in science, while I am an accomplished swordswoman. Each of you have something to contribute to the society to better us all as women. We are here to learn from one another. In this room we are equals, and nothing that happens here can be allowed to affect our lives outside of this hall...”

Morgana continued her speech, pressing the importance of secrecy, trust, and equality. They all took turns introducing themselves and Morgana told of why they had been invited and what she and Gwen believed they could contribute to the group at large.

And so began the Society of Sisterhood. It was shrouded in secrecy, women of all classes longed for an invitation, but Morgana held back. She had to be certain she could trust the women who were there to keep the oath they signed in blood to never speak of what they did in their hallowed hall. No secret told to one another was ever repeated. The sixteen women who met monthly  in the bowels of the castle became a true sisterhood, holding one another’s secrets dear to their hearts, learning from one another, teaching one another. While putting class differences aside had been difficult at first, they learned to do so and become equals during the three hours they spent learning science, learning to sing, paint, sword fight, cook, sew up and properly clean wounds…

Eventually, however, talk turned to the one subject they had yet to broach—sex. They had avoided the topic altogether, thinking it unseemly, but as the women grew close, showing one another kindness and loyalty even outside the meeting place, the topic became less taboo. They discussed favored positions, when they first had it, how often they had it now, if at all, who they would like to have it with, husband or not, but it was one adventurous young maid, a gifted cook named Sarah, who crossed an unspoken line during a meeting in the dead of winter.

“Perhaps we should explore this as thoroughly as we explore everything else,” Sarah said.

“What do you mean?” Gwen squeaked, looking panicked. Morgana’s mouth had gone dry. Some of the women looked fearful, others cautious, some excited.

“We could invite a guest, a man we could experiment with. We could even experiment with each other on occasion.”

“My, God, girl, where did you conjure such an idea?” asked the Lady Helsin. She was the oldest of the group, 33 years, and she held a hand to her chest, looking flushed and fearful and…something Morgana couldn’t name.

“Keep calm, Helsin,” Sarah said, holding up a hand. “It was only an idea.”

Morgana said, “We’ll vote. Those in favor of exploring sex say aye, those against, say nay.”

Morgana and Gwen exchanged a look. Morgana expected many of them to say nay, but to their surprise all of them, including Helsin, said aye.

“I know just the man to invite to our next meeting,” Gwen said.

“He’ll have to be able to keep a secret. He can never tell he’s been here,” Morgana added hastily.

“He won’t, trust me.”

“Who?” asked Sarah.

“You’ll all see next week,” Gwen teased.

The meeting adjourned, and Morgana locked the chamber doors before turning to Gwen. “It’s Arthur, isn’t it?”

“Heavens no!” Gwen said, looking scandalized. “I would never approach him about something like this!”

“Of course, I forgot,” Morgana replied. She was used to being equals in the chamber, and forgot that Gwen would never approach the crown prince of Camelot with an offer to fuck in front of fifteen women. It must be a commoner. It must be Merlin.

“Merlin,” Gwen confirmed.

Gwen’s feelings for Arthur’s plucky, lanky new serving boy were no secret, at least not to Morgana and Arthur.

“I rather think you should invite him,” Gwen said. “I know he has eyes for you and wouldn’t refuse you.”

“Merlin has eyes for me?”

“You should see the way he looks at you, Morgana. He looks at you the way I look at him. You don’t see him anymore than he sees me.”

“I think that’s life, Gwen. We spend it looking for love, but our eyes are always turned in the wrong direction. I sometimes think it’s pure luck if you truly find it.”

“I’ll ask him, then.”

“Don’t tell him why you’re inviting him, it’ll scare him off.”

Gwen smiled and said, “Don’t worry, it’ll come as a complete surprise.”

***

Merlin had never looked so young or so scared. Morgana felt a pang of pity for him as he stood in the center of the main hall, surrounded by sixteen women, all of whom were looking at him as though he were a piece of meat and they were hungry wolves.

“You want me to what?” Merlin asked.

The women were smirking as Morgana said, “We want you to choose one of us to have sex with. The group will watch.”

Merlin swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he did. “Uh…I thought I was here for dinner…or…something…” he said hesitantly. The women of the group laughed.

“Don’t laugh at him,” Gwen said, feeling protective.

“I want him first,” Sarah said, looking at Merlin hungrily. He gulped again.

“He hasn’t agreed yet, Sarah,” said Gwen, no small measure of jealousy in her voice.

“Merlin you don’t have to do this,” Morgana asked. “I’m not speaking to you as the Lady Morgana, but as a friend. We’re all equals here. You may refuse, if you like, but you must keep your promise to tell no one.”

“Is this what you do at your meetings?” he asked.

“No, this is our first time trying this,” Morgana replied. “Why don’t we offer an incentive. Ladies.”

Morgana stood and unfastened the only belt that kept her black silk robes closed. The other women did likewise, though Gwen was more hesitant, and soon Merlin stood in the center of a room full of naked women, all of them very attractive in body, if not in face (as the case was with Helsin).

Merlin suddenly closed his eyes and clenched his fists, but it was too late to stop his very natural physical reaction.

“Surprising,” Gwen let slip.

“Indeed,” Morgana said. “There’s more to you than meets the eye, Merlin.”

Morgana thought she saw a smirk cross Merlin’s face. It was very quick, and then gone.

“I should go.”

“If you like,” Morgana said neutrally. She approached and put a hand on his arm, making him jump slightly. He opened his eyes and looked into hers. “We understand. Pity, though.”

Morgana cupped his balls and then ran her hand up the length of his erection. Merlin’s eyes closed again and he moaned.

“You could have your pick of any woman here, Merlin,” she said softly, seductively. “In fact, I would like to watch you and Gwen.”

“Me and Gwen?” he said, looking mildly disappointed.

“Perhaps next time you and I could…”

“Oh, well, okay.”

The women made sounds of approval around the room, gladdened that Merlin decided to remain. He looked to Gwen, who was blushing furiously.

Morgana said, “Remain in the middle of the room, for us all to enjoy. Ladies, your phalluses.”

The women lay back on their divan’s, taking glass hewn objects from beneath the pillows. Some rubbed their clits in anticipation, others fingered themselves. Merlin sat down on the large ottoman that had been provided. It was large enough for him to lie down on without his head falling over the end, with his feet on the floor.

“Hello,” he said to Gwen, looking at her as though she were the only thing in a tumultuous ocean that could keep him from drowning. “I can’t believe we’re going to do this.”

“Neither can I.”

“You want to?”

Gwen smiled. “I’ve always wanted to. Well, not with an audience, but with you.”

“Really? I didn’t know.”

One of the women cleared their throats rather loudly, a signal to continue.

“Have you ever?” Gwen asked.

Merlin nodded. “You?”

“Yes, but don’t ask.”

Merlin started with a kiss, slow and gentle, but when Gwen’s hand came to his erect cock he began to kiss her with more fervor. She helped him quickly out of his clothes.

A side of Merlin Gwen had never seen began to emerge. As though he’d forgotten they were being watched, or perhaps because they were, he picked Gwen up and positioned her over his cock, which throbbed with anticipation, and then lowered her onto him. The feel of a room full of eyes on her made Gwen wetter than she’d ever been, and while this wasn’t how she imagined fucking Merlin, it certainly was a thrilling experience.

He bounced her on his cock, and she used her thighs to assist him. The other women in the room, one by one, including Morgana, began gasping and moaning. Soon the sound of Merlin’s cock in Gwen’s wet cunt wasn’t the only wet sound in the room. The women, all of them, were now avidly using the glass phalluses to fuck themselves while they watched Merlin fuck Gwen.

Merlin put Gwen onto the ottoman, got on his knees, and fucked her harder than he had been able to whilst standing. He watched his cock slide into her, watched her perky tits bounce with each forceful thrust, and occasionally indulged in the sight of fifteen other women pleasuring themselves. He enjoyed the sight of Morgana most of all, and knew he would return for the chance to do with her what he now did with Gwen.

As Merlin climaxed, he thanked the gods he stayed.

***

Merlin and Gwen were only the beginning. At the end of the first meeting they agreed to meet again the next week, rather than wait a month, and they wanted Merlin to return as their ‘special guest’. Return he did. Merlin thought he would return every day to get a chance with Morgana, who was, fortunately, his next partner.

There was no hesitation or embarrassment on anyone’s part this time. The women went to their divans and brought out their phalluses, and watched Merlin as he boldly tongued Morgana before he put her back to him, reached down, and began to finger fuck her. Gwen, he noticed, watched the other women rather than him and Morgana, and he wondered if perhaps this hurt her.

Thoughts of Gwen’s feelings slowly faded, however, as the moans, smells, and sounds of the other women began to fill the room, Gwen’s included. They pleasured themselves without shame as their eyes beheld the kings ward being pushed onto her hands and fucked by the prince’s manservant.

“What do you say, Helsin?” Sarah suddenly asked, her voice out of place in the room. “Like some help?”

Helsin didn’t protest when Sarah put her on her back, put their phalluses aside, and then spread her legs wide. Sarah positioned herself over Helsin, rubbing her clit against the other woman’s, slow at first but with increasing speed. It was obvious Sarah had done this before, and the sight of it nearly drove Merlin over the edge. He fucked Morgana even harder, until she screamed and came over his cock, her juices pouring down her thighs.

A few more women paired off, while the remainder preferred to finish themselves. Gwen watched as Merlin continued to fuck Morgana, this time with the lady on her back, until he could hold back no more. She tried not to feel jealous. She failed.

***

“Next week, Merlin?” Morgana asked, stepping from one of the many baths that had been installed in another chamber. The water was cold, but it was effective, and removed the smell of sex and sweat from their bodies before leaving the chamber.

Helsin and Sarah left together, and Gwen thought she heard Helsin offer Sarah a job in her house, which Sarah quickly accepted. Gwen imagined Sarah’s duties would include cooking, cleaning, and lesbian sex in he stables in the dead of night. She smiled as she watched them leave.

“I’ve been with the only two women I’ve ever fantasized about. I’ve had what I wanted. Maybe the ladies would enjoy some new blood.”

“Like who?” Morgana asked.

“Prince Arthur, perhaps?”

Both Morgana and Gwen gasped and then burst into laughter. “Arthur?” Morgana asked.

“I can’t imagine Prince Arthur agreeing to such a thing. He’s a gentleman to a fault,” Gwen said.

“He’d have us arrested and thrown in the dungeons on charges of debauchery!” Morgana said.

“You don’t know him like I know him,” Merlin said. “He wouldn’t arrest you. In fact, I think you’d get sick of him and have to kick him out after awhile.”

“Which of us will approach him, then?”

“Not I,” Gwen said quickly.

“It’s your secret society, you should ask him. He’d never refuse you,” Merlin said. “I’ll see you ladies home.”

They reached the upper floors and found Arthur strolling toward them from further down the hall. Morgana looked him over with an appraising eye.

“You’ve seen him naked, Merlin. Is he worth the invite?” Morgana asked.

“I think most women would say he is, yes.”

With a dangerous smile on her face, Morgana approached Arthur, hands out in greeting. “Arthur, a word?”

“Of course, Morgana.”

Merlin leaned closer to Gwen. “Gaius is out of town for the next couple of days. He’s visiting friends in Greenwood. Care to keep me company?”

Gwen bit her lip and nodded. “I would like that very much.”

He offered his arm, and started toward the chambers he shared with Gaius. They strolled past Morgana and Arthur who were still talking. Arthur’s face was so innocent and unknowing of what Morgana truly had in mind.

“…we’d love to have you,” Morgana was saying.

Merlin and Gwen looked to one another and smiled.

“I’ll bet she would,” Gwen whispered, and clasped Merlin’s hand in hers. “I rather thought you'd prefer Morgana. I mean, you seemed so disappointed last week when you found out it was me you'd be with, rather than her.”

“Funny how that worked out,” said Merlin. “Sometimes what you think you want turns out to be a little...disappointing, or not as satisfying as you'd hoped, while something-or someone-you didn't think you wanted turned out to be just right. I didn't say that as well as I'd hoped. What I meant was...”

Gwen slipped inside Merlin's chambers, as he continued to try to clarify that it was her he wanted, rather than Morgana, and generally making a mess of what had started out a sweet moment.

“Shut up, Merlin,” she said, and pressed her lips to his.

-End

The Darkest Desires - Pt 2

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2.
Morgause consumed Merlin’s thoughts and dreams. There were times when he immediately regretted not taking advantage of the chance to have her, and then there were moments of sanity in which he was glad he’d had the fortitude to turn away from her.

Barely two weeks passed before the promise of fulfilling his dreams became too much to resist. Before he set out to meet with the witch again, however, he decided to be prepared to ward off any attack she may launch while he was vulnerable. It was not easy to do, but Merlin approached the only man he could speak to about magic and sex—Gaius.

“Gaius, I need to ask you something delicate.”

“Very well.”

“What can you tell me about sex?”

The scratching of Gaius’s quill came to a complete stop, and Gaius looked up; the lines of his wizened face looked even deeper in the light of the candle that flickered beside his parchment.

“I can tell you a great deal about sex. For the sake of expediency, why don’t you tell me what you need to know specifically?”

“I know how it’s done. I’ve…done it…a few times.”

“Then what do you need my advice for?”

“What about sex between people with magic?”

The eyebrow shot up at once with that look of disapproval. “Merlin, has Morgana made advances to you?”

“No!”

“Do not lie to me, Merlin. She could be very dangerous to you.”

“How?”

“She could cast a spell on you while you’re distracted with her…or while you’re doing…while…She could be very dangerous,” he finished, looking uncomfortable.

“I just wanted to know if there’s anything special that happens between my kind during it.”

Merlin and Gaius shared an extremely uncomfortable silence.

“I’ll talk to the dragon,” Merlin said quickly.

“I think that’s a good idea. He’ll have more information about that particular aspect of coupling.”

After a quick goodbye, Merlin took a horse from the stables and rode to a secluded clearing in the forest where he often met with Kilgharrah. The castle gleamed beautifully in the distance over the trees, but it was soon completely obscured by the dragon’s arrival.

“Look, I need to speak with you about something rather delicate. I need your advice.”

“Very well, young warlock, I will do what I can to advise you.”

“I need to know about sex between magical people.”

Kilgharrah blinked down at Merlin, his great golden eyes partially hooded by a look of disapproval. “So, my visions of you willingly allowing the witch Morgause to steal your magic, simply for the sake of an orgasm, are more than merely nightmares?”

Merlin blanched at the word orgasm, as well as at the reproach in Kilgharrah’s voice. “When you put it like that, it sounds foolish.”

For a moment, Merlin was positive the dragon actually rolled his eyes.

“Merlin, you have much to learn, and you are not actively seeking an education in magic. All creatures are vessels that contain pure energy—life energy. Those with magic have much more of that energy than those who do not. It is not uncommon for Dark witches to steal the magic of warlocks through sexual contact.”

“So, they take but give nothing in return?”

“No. Magical people who are bonded, who love one another, share their energies equally during the act of sex. It is what makes a magical couple a powerful, perfectly synchronized pair and a formidable threat. A magical partner, Merlin can be your greatest ally. However a witch such as Morgause will only take from you, and she will never willingly give anything in return. She seeks only to destroy you.”

“I can’t stop her?”

“Of course you can.”

“How?”

“Do not lie with her.”

“No, I mean, how can I stop her, but still lie with her?”

“Merlin!”

“Tell me! I command it!”

A small puff of fire escaped the dragon’s nostrils, but he held his annoyance in check. “You can—if your will is powerful enough—stop her. You could even take from her during the act. This is very difficult, Merlin, for you will not want to stop her once you are in the throes of passion. Allowing her to take from you will intensify your climax to the point that nothing else will ever be as satisfying in comparison. The same will happen if you manage to take from Morgause. It will become an addiction, Merlin, and you will seek to gorge yourself on the magic of others for your own satisfaction, even unto their death. I beg you, Merlin. Do not seek Morgause out. Do not give in to this particular weakness.”

Merlin swore he wouldn’t, but as soon as the dragon was gone, he turned his horse and rode at a gallop toward Morgause’s lair.

***

She was expecting him.

Merlin met Morgause outside the inner sanctuary, allowing her to take his hand and lead him to a long, low rectangular structure a good walking distance from their usual meeting place. Magic had complete reign here. There was a magnificent garden where flowers, herbs and other plants that were nearly extinct in the outside world flourished in wild abundance. Any kind of potion could be made from them. Merlin imagined how Gaius’s eyes would light up in this garden, like a child with a sack of gold in a confectioner shop.

“Morteus flowers,” Merlin said, looking at the lovely yellow flowers that were growing in a thick patch near the entrance of the building Morgause led him to.

“They make powerful poisons as well as antidotes. They also make an exfoliate that leaves my skin as smooth as silk.”

Morgause bent and picked six of the flowers. They immediately grew back, replenishing themselves as soon as the old flowers were plucked. She handed them to Merlin and said, “I’m sure Gaius could find great use for these in some of his remedies.”

“Thank you,” Merlin said politely.

“I will give you some soil from this garden to keep them fresh until they’re used.”

She opened the first door in a row of seven, just as the door next to it opened spilling forth golden light. Morgana stepped out, and to Merlin’s shock she was naked save for a flimsily shift he could see right through. Her skin was covered in sweat, her hair was matted down with it, as though she’d recently been through the waterfall that concealed the entrance to this place.

“Hello, Merlin,” she said conversationally, as though the terrible things that had happened to them were nothing more than a bad dream. “Morgause.”

“Sister,” Morgause said.

A very hairy arm reached through the door and touched Morgana’s shoulder. “Not now, Broin. I need some fresh air,” she said testily.

“Then leave the fucking door open,” the man called Broin replied roughly, and pulled Morgana inside. She laughed at the look of shock on Merlin’s face.

“Merlin?” Morgause said. “You look upset.”

“I’m not upset I’m just…”

“You didn’t think of Morgana as a woman with the same needs and desires as anyone else?”

Merlin could see Morgana and Broin’s shadows against the wall. She was bent over with Broin behind her, and Merlin watched the shadow of his cock thrust hard into Morgana. She moaned loudly and urged him to fuck her harder. Rough grunting and a rhythmic slapping sound went straight to Merlin’s cock. He felt a stirring there, felt his eyes heat up and glow, and Morgause cupped his balls.

“Come, let us waste no more time.”

Let her take nothing, Merlin began chanting to himself, even as he grabbed a handful of Morgause’s hair and pulled her head back. He kissed her hard and deep, and backed her into the room before kicking the door shut.

Candles lit magically of their own accord, and Merlin broke apart from Morgause long enough to take stock of the room he was in. There was one small window that was open to vent in fresh air, no curtain. A vanity with a crude, dusty mirror, a chamber pot, and a large bed.

Merlin still had hold of Morgause’s hair. He loosened h is grip, and she grinned up at him. “You are lord and master here, Merlin. Do what you will with me.”

“Are you sure of that?”

She nodded.

Merlin picked her up off the floor and threw her roughly onto the bed. He moved quickly to her, shoving her skirts out of the way, eager to taste her. She was as sweet as he’d imagined. He played his tongue over her clit, slid his fingers deep inside her, suckled her, completely absorbed in his efforts to satisfy her.

It wasn’t until then that he felt something. It was a tug, gentle and discreet, right behind his navel. Merlin held back, kept it in check, and continued to suckle Morgause until she came.

She lay sweating and panting on the bed, a look on her face that Merlin couldn’t identify. Was it anger? Perhaps it was frustration. He hoped it was both. He moved over Morgause, allowing her to undo his belt and trousers, freeing his achingly hard cock. She stroked him, their eyes locked together, burning bright red in a war of sexual magic.

“You’re bigger than I expected,” she whispered.

“You’re tighter than I thought you’d be,” he replied, earning a look that was quite clearly annoyance.

Morgause attempted to sip from his magic, Merlin held back until he could tolerate her hand no longer and he thrust into her. Merlin was deliberately brutal. He wanted to hurt her, he wanted her grunts to be those of pain, and she didn’t fail.

“Easy,” she said.

“You said you could handle it,” Merlin said, and thrust harder, until her cunt was dripping wet and she met his thrusts with equal enthusiasm.

Merlin felt her pull again. Closing his eyes, he allowed instinct to take over. He allowed her a small measure of his power, just a taste, and Morgause’s eyes burned so brightly orange they looked as though they would burst into flame. She moaned his name as her body clenched around his. Her legs wrapped tightly around him, and Merlin, still thrusting hard, lost control and allowed her to take liberally from him as he came.

It was the most intense sensation Merlin had ever experience. For a few glorious moment there was nothing but the pleasure of spilling not only a long, thick stream of his seed into Morgause but his magic as well. He didn’t know who he was, where he was, or even why he existed. Nothing else mattered but this feeling, this intense pleasure. And then he began to come back down, he began to remember Kilgharrah’s warning, and he clamped down on the flow of magic that left him.

“No!”

Merlin’s hand sought Morgause’s sweaty throat and he gripped her tight.

“That’s enough!”

Morgause smiled up at him, the glow in her eyes fading, and asked, “Is it?”

Read Part 1 here.
Read Part 3 here.

The Darkest Desires - Pt 1

Morgana learned Merlin’s secret the night he used the dragon’s spell to cure her, and the first thing she’d done—after her failure to murder her own father—was to seek her sister out and tell her the reason Merlin fought so hard against them.

Morgause didn’t take long seeking Merlin out to destroy him. Her first few attempts had been cunning—poisoning Gaius, making attempts on Arthur in an effort to force Merlin to use magic in front of the king or the prince. When those efforts had failed she called him out and made an all-out brutal assault.

Her final attempt had landed her on her arse in humiliation, and badly wounded to boot. His warning to leave him alone or pay for it with her life had not fallen on deaf ears. Well, not at first.

“He is powerful, Morgana,” Morgause had said on one of her sisters frequent visits. “He handled me as easily as though my magic was young and weak, and I am a powerful witch. I will not cross him again without cause. Stop asking.”

“He has a weakness.”

“Not that I could detect,” Morgause groused, staring at the ugly hole Merlin had burned in the ground—and nearly burned her in it. She loathed to think what would have happened had she been a lesser witch. “He frightens me.”

“You frighten him.”

Morgause scoffed, but Morgana would not be put off.

“I have seen into his heart.”

“How?”

“His dreams. Merlin has the same failings as all men, but in him there is one particular weakness that we can use to our advantage.”

“And that is?” Morgause pressed after Morgana’s dramatic pause.

“Lust.”

“Just what are you suggesting?”

“Merlin’s dreams are rife with filthy thoughts about all manner of women. Just last month I spied him dreaming about my maid, Gwen. He has thought of me often, but lately you have consumed his every sleeping moment. If you only knew the things he wanted to do with you…Merlin has a dark side, sister, when it comes to his lusts. Indulge them, but add a little something to the encounter. Surely there are spells based on sexual energy?”

“Quite a few, actually,” Morgause said thoughtfully. “Merlin fancies me…”

“He does not fancy you. There is nothing sweet or kind about how he wants to hurt you, sister. Frankly, I found his thoughts disturbing, and that says quite a bit.”

“Indeed,” Morgause said, smiling. “I know a spell that will take his life energy with each orgasm. Once he loses it, he cannot get it back. It will be mine for all time.”

“That is quite a bit of magic,” Morgana said. There was greed in her eyes, and Morgause didn’t care for it. She wondered, at times, what would happen if Morgana ever turned on her. There was great power inside her younger sister.

“We can’t both have him.”

“Why not?” Morgana asked with a mischievously cocked eyebrow.

“That is a discussion for another time. You’re certain of his desire for me?”

“I would not lie to you, Sister. He wants you very, very badly.”

“Then I shall give him what he wants, and take what I want in return.”

***

Morgause wanted to kill him by inches, and Merlin knew it. What was worse, is that he wanted her to.

They’d finally found his second fatal flaw. Second to desiring to see the best in people, Merlin was a slave to his passions. Normally he was very disciplined. He didn’t overindulge in food or drink. He wasn’t lazy, he wasn’t violent. However he did harbor a secret obsession with sex. It consumed his dreams at night, and during the day his eyes feasted on female flesh with longing so primal it made him ache inside and out.

Merlin had different fantasies, all of them basically about the same thing. With Gwen, or a woman like her, he fantasized about flowers and sunshine, and making sweet love on grassy fields, or in a forest in the rain. With some of the other servant girls he fantasized about fucking them against the wall in dark alcoves in the corridors of the lower floors. Those fantasies he’d actually indulged in a couple of times.

Morgana brought about a different kind of desire. When he’d first met her he used to fantasize about sneaking into her room for quiet but passionate sex. Now he fantasized about binding her to the bed and stripping her of her clothes, of punishing her, and intimidating her.

The first time he met Morgause, Merlin had fantasized of fighting her in the arena, and the prize for defeating her would be a fast, hard fuck right there in front of the crowd, or perhaps later, after the crowd had left and the sun had set.

Now, however, after she’d found out his secret, after she’d caused him so much trouble and pain, his fantasies for Morgause were much, much darker. He wanted to hurt her, to get back at her, and fuck her all at once. He always felt dirty after such dreams—dirty in what he called a bad way. There was nothing delicious or fun about the dirty feeling that clung to him in the morning, much like his sticky sheets, that he couldn’t scrub away in the bath.

Now, here she was, calling him out again, and Merlin’s instincts told him that she wanted what was his—all of his power, his life even—and he wanted her to try to take it. He wanted to know what it would feel like to have his essence absorbed by an enemy. He always wanted to try new things, and the more dangerous the better. Morgause promised plenty of danger.

“What do you want?” Merlin demanded. He was still wet from the falls he’d crossed to get to Morgause’s sanctuary. Many candles burned golden around them, their flames flickering in the still air, as though they moved with their own life.

“I want to call a truce,” Morgause said. “I will never cross you—or your territory—again.”

“In exchange for?”

“Your promise; you will never seek me out to destroy me.”

“Don’t give me reason, and I won’t,” Merlin said.

“Let us celebrate, in honor of our truce,” Morgause said. She smiled at him, looking like a perfectly normal, very beautiful, woman.

“You don’t really think I’m fool enough to eat or drink at your table?”

Morgause pulled herself onto the altar revealing a split in the middle of the frock that fell away to expose her legs. Merlin was sure that split hadn’t been there seconds ago.

“You won’t be eating from a table,” she said, and smiled again. Merlin looked back down. Her thighs parted slightly to reveal a patch of light blond hair, and the pink folds of her womanhood.

He swallowed hard and remained still, willing himself not to give in to temptation. He’d dreamed of fucking this woman many times, and now she was offering. Despite his best efforts, Merlin felt a stirring in his cock as blood tried to rush downward. Sensing his reluctance, Morgause allowed her slippers to fall, and she brought one bare foot slowly up the inside of his thigh.

“No!”

Merlin felt magic leave him as he backed away. Morgause deflected the half-hearted expulsion of defensive magic easily enough, her eyes flashing red in defense.

“Merlin!” she said, holding up a hand in surrender. “It is alright. There is nothing to fear from me. I merely wish to thank you for your kindness and mercy.”

Merlin doubted that. He backed away from the beautiful witch who had closed her legs in surprise by his reaction. She looked at him with what seemed to be genuine concern. He wished it were so, but knew this was some sort of trick that would cost him dearly.

“Come close, Merlin. Aside from being a sorceress, I am a woman. The desire in your eyes, every time you look at me, would be obvious even without magic. Let us enjoy one another as newfound friends. Take pleasure in me…allow me to take pleasure in you.”

She hooked a toe under his belt and urged him forward gently. Feeling like a fool, Merlin allowed her to pull him close. She wrapped her legs around him, ran her hands across his chest.

“Tell me your fantasies, Merlin. Tell me everything you have ever wanted to do with me.”

Merlin was shaking his head no, but his lips parted to betray him. “You would not like the things that I think of doing to you. They’re dark…harsh…terrible things.”

Morgause smiled. “Have you forgotten who you’re speaking to, Merlin? I happen to be rather fond of dark, harsh, terrible things. Especially when I’m getting fucked.”

She tightened her thighs, but the altar was too high for him to feel it on his cock as he wanted to.

“Kiss me,” she said.

“No.”

“Then I will kiss you.”

There was nothing gentle in the way Morgause leaned forward and slid her tongue into Merlin’s mouth. She kissed him with the same kind of savagery she used to fight him with. Despite his senses warning him that this was a mistake, Merlin responded. His deepest fantasies, the ones he was afraid to indulge, swam from the depths of his mind to the surface like a man too long under water and desperate for air, lest he drown. As the images of holding Morgause down and pounding into her, a hand around her throat, almost choking her, came to the forefront of his mind, he felt something leave him. Something passed from his body, and into Morgause. It felt good, like spilling his seed inside her, and he wanted her to take more of him.

Merlin pushed her away, forced her legs from around his body and moved back until he was safely out of reach.

“What are you doing!” He shouted.

“I don’t understand,” Morgause said, but Merlin knew she was lying. She understood exactly what he was talking about.

“You took something from me. Part of me.”

“If you mean a part of your life energy you’re right. It is quite normal for our kind to share such things when making love. If you had waited, you would have received part of me in return.”

Morgause slid from the altar and approached him. “Merlin, you know very little of you own kind. Stay with me. Let me teach you the intricacies of what it means to truly have magic.”

“There is nothing you have to teach me that I wish to learn, Morgause. I’m leaving. For the sake of our truce, do not cross me again.”

She bowed her head. “I do hope that one day we will have the opportunity to finish what we started tonight.”

Without a response, Merlin turned and rushed from the ruins Morgause called home, mounted his horse, and rode off into the night to return to Camelot.

Morgana emerged once Merlin was gone.

“I do hope you weren’t eavesdropping,” Morgause said.

“Not at all. I saw Merlin leaving and came in. With his kind of power, you’d think he possessed more stamina.”

“He took no satisfaction in me,” Morgause replied, frowning. “I took only a sip of his power and he felt it. His senses are beyond anything I have ever encountered, Morgana. I cannot spirit away his power. He will have to willingly give it to me, which he will not. He is suspicious of my motives, which is unsurprising.”

“He will return,” Morgana promised.

“How can you be certain?”

“I will make him remember this moment in his dreams. I will tempt him with thoughts of you and the dark pleasure he can take from you, but you must be ready to indulge him. It will not be easy to endure the things I have seen him dream of doing to you.”

“I am strong, sister. I can endure, and satisfy, even his darkest desires.”

Part 2 here.

Excerpt - The Darkest Desires

An excerpt from an upcoming fic entitled The Darkest Desires.
Merlin/Morgause. Adult
Hate sex.

They’d finally found his second fatal flaw. Second to desiring to see the best in people, Merlin was a slave to his passions. Normally he was very disciplined. He didn’t overindulge in food or drink. He wasn’t lazy, he wasn’t violent. However he did harbor a secret obsession with sex. It consumed his dreams at night, and during the day his eyes feasted on female flesh with longing so primal it made him ache inside and out.

Merlin had different fantasies, all of them basically about the same thing. With Gwen, or a woman like her, he fantasized about flowers and sunshine, and making sweet love on grassy fields, or in a forest in the rain. With some of the other servant girls he fantasized about fucking them against the wall in dark alcoves in the corridors of the lower floors. Those fantasies he’d actually indulged in a couple of times.

Morgana brought about a different kind of desire. When he’d first met her he used to fantasize about sneaking into her room for quiet but passionate sex. Now he fantasized about binding her to the bed and stripping her of her clothes, of punishing her, and intimidating her.

The first time he met Morgause, Merlin had fantasized of fighting her in the arena, and the prize for defeating her would be a fast, hard fuck right there in front of the crowd, or perhaps later, after the crowd had left and the sun had set.

Now, however, after she’d found out his secret, after she’d caused him so much trouble and pain, his fantasies for Morgause were much, much darker. He wanted to hurt her, to get back at her, and fuck her all at once. He always felt dirty after such dreams—dirty in what he called a bad way. There was nothing delicious or fun about the dirty feeling that clung to him in the morning, much like his sticky sheets, that he couldn’t scrub away in the bath.

The Waking World

Dreams were the one thing in Merlin’s life that he normally had complete control over. Unlike everyone he’d ever spoken to, Merlin’s dreams were rarely out of his control. His dreams were logical and ordered, and he never awoke confused and unable to tell the difference between the real world and the dream world.

Until now.

For the past three nights he’d been having exceptionally vivid dreams, even for him. In every dream Merlin would find himself in some kind of sexual situation with Morgana. He’d dreamed of her in such ways off and on since he’d first laid eyes upon her, but he’d never indulged in fantasies of her three nights in a row. He had feared dreaming of her too often—he’d feared he’d fall in love, as Arthur had with Gwen, only to never have Morgana’s love in return. Even if he did somehow win Morgana's heart, he knew nothing could come of it. He couldn’t understand the nature of his dreams about her now, especially considering they were enemies, and he was actively fighting against her.

Morgana was no longer the kind of woman he could love. She’d made the decision to turn to her sister, Morgause, and had learned dark magic from her. She gave in to her hatred of Uther so deeply it corrupted her beyond the point of return. There was no hope for Morgana. There was nothing he could do to replace the dark cruelty in her heart with light and compassion. He’d finally accepted that fact.

Merlin was almost afraid to go to sleep, but he needed his rest. Uther was throwing a feast in honor of Morgana’s victory over the traitor who had risen an army of the dead, and he would have to serve Arthur. He would have to pretend that Morgana was the good daughter of Camelot, rather than the evil witch she really was.

It seemed to take hours for Merlin to fall asleep, and as soon as he did he knew the direction this dream was about to take. He was still lying in his bed, still dressed only in his britches, a blanket over him to ward off the chill, as he had been when he fell asleep. The door opened, and Morgana entered, clad in a purple cloak. Her eyes were dark as her soul, her lips red and glistening like fresh blood. She threw the cloak off, revealing her naked flesh which was as white as bone and glowed in the shaft of moonlight that spilled through the partially opened window. There was no kindness in her gaze, only hot lust.

His cock hardened at once, pushing against the thin material of his pants and the blanket. His entire body ached to have her wet warmth against him, and she knew it. She held back in an act of torture that Merlin loathed and loved at the same time.

“Shhh…quiet lover,” Morgana whispered. “You’ll wake Gaius. He’ll see the state you’re in, and you will be humiliated.”

Merlin couldn’t stop himself. He tried, he did his best, but his breath was loud in the room, blood rushed creating a thudding sound in his ears. He reached for her, and she held out a hand. He grasped her warm skin, which was soft like silk, and pulled her down.

Morgana’s eyes glowed like molten gold in the dark room. At once his pants and blanket were ripped away, the cool air an unpleasant sensation against his skin. It wasn’t enough to diminish his erection, which twitched eagerly for Morgana’s body. She straddled him and he thrust up and into her, making her hiss from the force of his entry. He’d hurt her a little, and that made his cock harder. He hated her, yet he wanted her.

She began rocking against him, hard and fast, and Merlin dug his fingers into her hips, guiding her. The room was largely silent except for the wet sound of their union, their labored breathing, and a soft thump of the bed against the wall that Merlin would have prayed didn’t wake Gaius if he’d had the presence of mind to think of the old man at all.

Climax was near, sweat glistened on Morgana’s white breasts. He always wanted to taste the hard, rosy nipples that tipped them, but never had. All they ever did in these dream was fuck, hard, fast, and brutal, Morgana always on top.

He came inside of her, biting his lip to hold down on the moan that longed to escape him. Morgana’s body clenched wonderfully tight around him. He reached for her face, an instinctively tender gesture, and she pulled his hand roughly away. One of his fingernails grazed her skin. He hadn’t meant to scratch her, and didn’t understand how he’d cut her flesh with such a simple motion, a long red line appeared on her skin, going from her left jaw down her neck to her color bone.

Morgana smiled, as though she liked it.

She left him then, gathering her cloak around her, and Merlin awoke, his eyes snapping open. He was covered in sweat, his cum was sticky and thick in his pants, but he felt sated, his body felt tired, as though he’d actually just fucked the king’s ward. He even thought he could smell Morgana in the room, as though she had really been with him. He wanted to move, to get up, but sleep pulled him into its embrace once again. This time, there were no dreams.

***

The feast was noisy and crowded. Uther gazed at Morgana with misty eyes of adoration that bordered on sleazy, in Merlin’s opinion. He knew Uther had no sexual interest in Morgana, but the way the old man looked at her sometimes set Merlin’s teeth on edge. Gwen waited in the background, filling Morgana’s cup whenever it came close to being empty, putting food that Morgana wished to eat onto her plate, bringing her anything her heart desired, and Merlin did the same for Arthur.

Morgana’s hair was down and she looked as lovely as ever. It was hard for Merlin to look at her, for his mind always turned to the dreams he had of her at night. They were so real…Yet he’d never laid a hand on her, and he never would. He could never love his enemy, and he would not allow these inexplicable—and admittedly wonderful—dreams to diminish his resolve to expose her for what she was to Uther and Arthur, and all of Camelot.

After almost two hours of eating, talking, laughing at gestures, and imbibing wine, the feast wound down and Uther left the table to relieve himself. Indeed everyone in the room was relieved that he had gone, and now it would not be rude of them to also stand from the table. Morgana fanned herself, her gaze shifting away from Merlin. As she turned her head, her hair fell back to reveal a long, thin scratch along her left jaw.

Merlin dropped a decanter of wine, his entire body going cold, his stomach clenching so tightly he felt he would be sick.

“Merlin!” Arthur shouted angrily. The sound had been so loud that everyone in the room stopped to look. Merlin looked down—the wine had splashed across Arthur’s boots.

“Sorry…” Merlin said, and knelt to sop the wine up. He wanted nothing more than for the feast to end. He had to confront Morgana. He had to know what was really going on.

***

Everyone was gone, and the hour was late when Merlin made his way to Morgana’s chambers. He didn’t bother knocking, but opened the door. Gwen was gone for the night, and Morgana would be quite alone. She sat at her vanity, brushing her hair, a smug smile on her face.

“I knew you would come to me.”

Merlin moved quickly across the room, infuriated. He’d never known such rage as he did then. He took Morgana’s arm and hauled her to her feet.

“You…bitch!”

Morgana threw her head back, laughing in a way that sounded mad. He squeezed her arms hard enough to leave bruises.

“You’ve been coming to my room…you…you’ve been…” Merlin stuttered, words failing him.

“Not physically. I’ve been sharing your dreams. A little trick I learned from my dear sister. Dreams, after all, are my forte, Merlin. Make no mistake, the magic I use to visit you can leave physical marks.” She revealed the scratch he'd put on her in the dream.

“You have no right!” Merlin shouted. He felt violated and angry. He’d never wanted to hurt Morgana. Not until now.

“You’re so angry, lover,” she laughed.

“I am not your lover! Come to me like that again and I’ll…I’ll…”

“You’ll fuck me, like you always do.”

Merlin turned away, bile rising in his throat. He felt ashamed, disgusted.

“You knew those dreams were too vivid, even for one of our kind.”

“Why?” he said, turning to her.

“It’s hard to fight the woman you love, and you do love me, Merlin. I can sense it.”

“I loved who you were, but this…what you’ve become…No. I could never love you now. Stay out of my dreams, Morgana.”

He turned to leave, he just wanted to be away from her, but Morgana grabbed his arm with brutal force and hauled him back. He hit the bed at an odd angle and sprawled out onto it. Morgana stood over him, watching him.

“Now you don’t have to dream of me. Now you can have me, in the flesh.”

“I don’t want you!”

“Liar!”

Morgana was dressed in a robe that she threw open. She was naked, and every curve of her body was the same as it had been in the dreams. She reached for Merlin’s belt, he swatted her hand away, but it was pointless. He was hard at the sight of her, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to walk away on knees as weak as his were right now.

“Stop…” he whispered, but he made no further attempts to keep Morgana from undoing his trousers and pulling off his shirt.

Morgana leaned over him and said, “Fuck me like you really want to, Merlin. I’m yours for the taking.”

Doing what he’d longed to do since first setting eyes on her, Merlin sat up and threw Morgana onto the bed. She wrapped her legs eagerly around him, and he thrust into her. She gripped the sheets as he fucked her, pounding into her with all the rage and anger she inspired within him. He gave into it, and lost something of himself in the act, something she now had that he could never reclaim. It was a part of his innocence, a part of his need to believe he could change her.

This time he didn’t have to hold back his cries. This time Merlin reveled in the violence of the way he took Morgana. There was no kindness in this, only lust and hate and raw desire. He came harder than he’d ever imagined he could, and then collapsed onto her.

Morgana surprisingly gave him the time he needed to collect himself before attempting to push him away. She looked shocked when he gripped her face and forced her to look at him.

“Don’t think that because I’m willing to fuck you, I’m not willing to kill you. The day will come when I’ll have the chance to stop you. I’ll show Uther and Arthur who you really are. I’ll throw you to the wolves and I’ll do it with a smile on my face.”

He pulled out and fastened his trousers, enjoying the speechless surprise on Morgana’s face. She recovered and closed her legs, her face full of rage.

“Merlin!”

He walked from the room, pulling the door shut on her impotent threats.

-End

Campfire Confessions

Summary: Things get out of hand between Gwen and Merlin while drinking one night by a camp fire.

***

“Did you ever think about it?”

Gwen gulped the last of her mead and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Decorum had gone out the window the moment she’d started to feel the effects of the drink, and Merlin didn’t mind a bit.

Merlin’s not stupid. The ‘it’ in question was quite clear: fucking her. He finished his own drink, blinked at the tears that welled up in his eyes from the sheer strength of the brew, and then tried unsuccessfully to hide a belch. Gwen began giggling.

“Yeah, I thought about it,” he said, reaching unsteadily for the jar to refill their wooden mugs. It was empty.

“Isn’t there another one?” he asked, his voice was slurred.

Gwen was surprised at Merlin’s response. She’d thought for certain he’d pretend not to have heard her, or pretend he hadn't understood what she meant, or said no, but he hadn’t.

“That’s the last of it, I think,” Gwen replied. She hiccupped, and then lay down on the ground too suddenly so that she hit her head on the grass.

“You all right?” Merlin asked in concern. He got up to check on her, his face orange in the light of the fire.

“Yeah. I meant to lie back and look at the stars and kind of just…fell…”

They suddenly burst out laughing, even though what she’d said wasn’t funny, and Merlin sat back down on the flat rock he’d found and decided to use as a seat. Gwen continued to lie there, her feet to him, and Merlin's eyes looked her over. Her dress had ridden up, showing a lot of calf up to the knee, and the folds of the dress had wound between her legs so they were clearly outlined under the voluminous material. Her bosom heaved as she breathed a little heavily—drink could do that to a person.

He wondered what it would be like to push up the hem of her skirts and just fuck her.

“I’m thinking about it now,” he said, and then gulped. He’d meant only to think that line, not actually say it.

Gwen didn’t look at him.

“I don’t think Arthur would like that,” Gwen said quietly.

“Arthur’s about to marry another woman. Who is he to object to…what am I saying?” Merlin said, wondering why he’d try to justify trying to fuck the woman his best friend was in love with.

“You’re right,” Gwen said. She shifted and put her knees up, allowing the material of her skirt to fall and reveal the length of her legs. She put her knees to one side so she could see him.

“Still thinking about it?”

“Revenge against Arthur?” Merlin asked.

“I’m not really concerned with Arthur right now. My concern is you. I used to really like you, Merlin. I don’t think I ever stopped, really.”

This a huge mistake, Merlin thought.

No good could come of this. They’d only end up regretting it later. Other such thoughts swam through Merlin’s drunken mind, even as he walked on his knees to where Gwen lay. He took off his jacket and handed it to her.

“Put this behind your head,” he said quietly. “You ever do this with a man before?”

“With Arthur,” she said.

Merlin threw his head back and laughed. Somehow that assuaged his guilt. At least he wouldn’t get at Gwen before Arthur.

“I won’t ask why you’re laughing.”

“It’s wonderful you've been with him,” Merlin said. He had his hands on her knees, and just knelt there, looking down at her. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful from the inside out.”

“Is that a nice way of saying I’m ugly?” Gwen said, laughing.

“You’re not ugly, you’re lovely.”

“You don’t have to sweet talk me, Merlin. I’ll fuck you anyway.”

Merlin pulled Gwen's knickers off. They were moistened from her excitement and anticipation, and he breathed in her scent. It was as good as he’d always imagined it would be.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

Gwen bit her lip for a moment, and Merlin thought he may have spotted tears glistening in her eyes. “I want to forget the truth for awhile. I want it fast and hard…I want it now.”

Merlin undid his belt, allowed his trousers to fall, and then parted Gwen’s legs. He entered her with care, but once inside her warm, wet folds he gave her exactly what she wanted. She clung to him with her legs, her breath hot on his neck as he thrust hard and fast, exactly as she’d asked. Her whimpers came with increasing frequency. Merlin was relentless, and pounded into her with all he had until Gwen screamed his name and dug her nails into the sweaty flesh of his back.

Gwen came around his cock, and wrapped her legs tight around him, forcing him to empty his seed inside her.

The sky was bright with a blanket of stars when Merlin pulled his trousers up. He collapsed next to her and gripped her hand in his. He shouldn’t have came inside her like that. He could just imagine trying to explain to Arthur why Gwen was pregnant—

“I’m barren,” she said, as though sensing his worries.

“How do you know?”

“Arthur and I tried. We wanted something that was just ours, even after he married someone else. No one would ever know, of course, but…that didn’t matter to us. I couldn’t conceive.”

“Maybe the fault lies with Arthur.”

Gwen shrugged. “If you seeded me, we’ll decide how to handle it later.”

Gwen and Merlin turned to face one another. She smoothed his sweaty fringe away from his forehead.

“We can never do this again,” she said.

“I understand,” Merlin replied.

Their resolve to never fuck again lasted only until sunrise.