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.
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