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?”

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