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