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.”
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