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The Blackmail
Summary:Merlin never thought Arthur would black mail him to sleep with him for his magic
Disclaimer: Don’t own or Methur will be main pairing with side Merlin/Gawain
Author note: My first story so please don’t be too hard on me. Credit to my friend Jissai who help me improving my story and checking my grammar. He is such a great help.
Rating:MA (Warning for non-con)
Under the dreadful rise of the moon, the cool night air collecting and chilling the servant's lungs, Merlin took a deep, shuddering breath and entered the prince's chambers. His new, foreboding prison for the night, where surely his soul will die.
The sight of Arthur sit against the bedpost waiting for him fills Merlin with a mixture of fear and betrayal. Arthur looked at him predatorily. His body is trembling like a leaf. ‘How have we come to this?’
. "Close the door," the voice of the prince commanded. Any other day Merlin would have thought nothing of it, the manservant even purposely leaving the door open to spite the royal.
But today? The command means something so much more. The dark undertones of the simple sentence, spelling out for him all the terrible things that are about to happen. They make the servant’s skin shiver and his stomach tie into knots.
He tries to suppress the emotions, the awful feeling of betrayal and fear, swallowing it all down. But the emotions are too numerous, and they swell painfully in his throat.
Blackmail, the prince blackmailed him. Blackmailed Merlin the Sorcerer, the pretender.
He wishes he could rewind back time to a day ago. He would have never cast that spell to save the royal's life. Then, the Prince would have never grown so cold, so sinister. A monster.
The royal would never have grabbed the manservant close, the foreign air about the prince suffocating the warlock, when he gave Merlin a choice. The choice. The price for Merlin's life and home in Camelot.
Merlin slowly did as was told, wishing, chanting in his mind that this is all just a nightmare that he would wake up from any minute now he will 'open his eyes' and be back in the physician's room. In his small, hardwood bed. It was all a dream
"Strip," barked the prince, the demon from the bed, reeling Merlin back into reality.
The dark haired man stood there unmoving, begging, pleading for Arthur to let him go. They didn't have to do this. It didn't have to be like this.
"I said strip!" The warlock winced as the prince's voice struck his ears.
Merlin's hand was shaking so much as he began to pull off his clothing, avoiding the other's gaze. He kept his head down, avoiding Arthur. Avoiding the moment, the reality that he was in. Standing there, not looking at anything in particular, expecting to wake up from the nightmare he was trapped in.
He could never wake up.
The warlock could feel Arthur's devouring gaze on him the whole time, drinking up his trembling form. He couldn't stop shaking, he couldn't wake up from this nightmarish hell.
"Come here" Merlin heard the Prince said, his voice thick with lust making him tremble even more.
The feeling of fear and betrayal grow in his chest and fear filled his lungs.
Merlin once again tried to suppress it. He had to do this.
He can't leave Camelot and Arthur unprotected. If his secret were to be
revealed, his mother and Gaius's life will likely be forfeit as well.
Merlin tried his best to grasp hold on every sliver of his determination, his
will. He took a deep breath, the room and air suffocating and thick, as he
slowly dragged himself to the predator on the bed.
Arthur pulled him close, shifting them so Merlin was beneath him, pressing the pale body on the mattress.
Arthur wore a smile, at the trembling youth beneath him.
"You seem really scared" Arthur cooed, his hands brushing Merlin's porcelain
chest. Shiver run through the sorcerer's body under the calloused hands. This was all a nightmare. Nothing was real. Absolutely nothing.
Another sickening smile from the man above him. "Are you a virgin, Merlin?"
"You don't have to do this" Merlin's trembling voice pleaded. "You're not like
this."
"I know you" Merlin was finding it harder to breath, emotions bubbling,
suppressing tears. This could not be happening! None of this was real!
"Shut up!" Arthur snapped, grabbing Merlin's jaw and kissing him, plundering his mouth. Tears prickled and swelled in Merlin's vision.
This was really happening.
He had hopes that Arthur would stop, will remember who he was. Would forgive Merlin for hiding his magic.
But he didn't.
Arthur started nipping and biting the manservant's jaw and neck, breaking the skin. Tickles of blood running down pale porcelain skin.
Merlin couldn't stop the tears, sobbing.
The prince spread Merlin's legs apart, beginning to remove his own clothing. The entire time Merlin was still as stone, his heart pounding in his ears and cold sweat running down his brow as he saw Arthur in his naked glory. Arthur was impossibly gorgeous, everything he had ever dreamed of.
But the situation was so wrong. Not how it should have been.
Arthur coated his fingers with oil, shoving two fingers into Merlin, making
the warlock cry out. Arthur ignored his pleas to stop, continuing to stretch
him.
"Stop, please!"
"Shut up, Merlin. Stop being a girl and take it like a man" Arthur growled,
shoving in a third finger. The manservant screamed.
"I said shut up!" The royal barked. Merlin barely managed to quiet his voice,
biting down on his lower lip.
"Just relax" the Prince cooed.
Merlin then, to his horror, felt his body begin to react towards the touches.
The blond youth running his hand up and down the warlock's member. It hurt, the prince was too rough, but his body reacted nonetheless.
As Merlin become half hard, the prince seems to decide that Merlin had been prepared enough and let his fingers out. Merlin feel relieve but his relief is short as he feel something hotter, larger and hard as steel at his opening. He try to buck out but the blonde holds his hip bruising and then pushing into him.
The pain was like nothing Merlin had ever felt and he screamed as he was fully breached, Arthur doesn’t seem to care. He just kept pushing ruthlessly in, splitting Merlin apart inch by inch until he was fully settled. Merlin sobbing and pleading beneath him, begging him to stop.
Merlin can feel the Prince’s fingers press hard into his thigh, where there would be marks left the next morning. Merlin can feel every inch of him inside him. God, it hurt so much! Merlin stare at him, helpless with pain and sadness, absolutely wrecked. His eye begging Arthur to stop, just stop! Arthur averted his eyes and started to thrust hard and fast. Every movement made pain shoot through Merlin body from his abused hole. The warlock cried out in pain.
Merlin closed his eyes and mutters a spell under his breath to make the pain go away. But it doesn’t work. Merlin was completely limp and feels nothing but pain. Arthur pounds into him faster and deeper. Rutting into him like an animal and making animalistic sounds. Merlin’s hand grasping helplessly at the bed cover. Arthur’s slammed against his virgin buttocks at a break neck speed, making the room ring with the rhythmic slap of his hard muscled hips against Merlin’s fleshy buttocks. Merlin clenched his teeth so not to bite his tongue. Inside, he was screaming.
Arthur’s pace turns relentless and desperate, and all Merlin could do was lie there and pray that it would be over soon, his hands grabbing the bed’s cover helplessly. The Prince rhythm stuttered and Merlin heard a deep groan. One last slammed and the prince howled his completion in the silent room.
After resting for a few moments , Arthur pull out. The feeling making Merlin whimper and a few more tears escape. Finally it is over. Merlin began shaking and crying with pain and grieve. Something is thrown at him.
Get up and clean yourself” Arthur bark as if he hadn’t just rip Merlin and his life open.
Arthur has thrown a rag at Merlin. He wiped the tears and mucus from his face. Merlin tried to stand up. Jolts of pain from his body nearly make him crumple back to the bed. His hand is trembling as he wiped up whatever that was running down his leg. A quick glance showed that it was blood, and Merlin had to force himself to wipe up the rest of it, stifling another sob as he attempted to clean up his abused hole. He gathers his clothes and put them on with shaking hand.
Merlin finished dressing and quickly left. He ignored the worry look in Gaius’s face and quickly went straight to his room. He locked the door with magic. He couldn’t face Gaius right now. Merlin buried his face on his pillow and cried his heart out, ignoring Gaius frantic knocking. Arthur has hurt him. The person he love and trust more than anything had beast with him and it hurt more than anything.
Summary:Merlin never thought Arthur would black mail him to sleep with him for his magic
Disclaimer: Don’t own or Methur will be main pairing with side Merlin/Gawain
Author note: My first story so please don’t be too hard on me. Credit to my friend Jissai who help me improving my story and checking my grammar. He is such a great help.
Rating:MA (Warning for non-con)
Under the dreadful rise of the moon, the cool night air collecting and chilling the servant's lungs, Merlin took a deep, shuddering breath and entered the prince's chambers. His new, foreboding prison for the night, where surely his soul will die.
The sight of Arthur sit against the bedpost waiting for him fills Merlin with a mixture of fear and betrayal. Arthur looked at him predatorily. His body is trembling like a leaf. ‘How have we come to this?’
. "Close the door," the voice of the prince commanded. Any other day Merlin would have thought nothing of it, the manservant even purposely leaving the door open to spite the royal.
But today? The command means something so much more. The dark undertones of the simple sentence, spelling out for him all the terrible things that are about to happen. They make the servant’s skin shiver and his stomach tie into knots.
He tries to suppress the emotions, the awful feeling of betrayal and fear, swallowing it all down. But the emotions are too numerous, and they swell painfully in his throat.
Blackmail, the prince blackmailed him. Blackmailed Merlin the Sorcerer, the pretender.
He wishes he could rewind back time to a day ago. He would have never cast that spell to save the royal's life. Then, the Prince would have never grown so cold, so sinister. A monster.
The royal would never have grabbed the manservant close, the foreign air about the prince suffocating the warlock, when he gave Merlin a choice. The choice. The price for Merlin's life and home in Camelot.
Merlin slowly did as was told, wishing, chanting in his mind that this is all just a nightmare that he would wake up from any minute now he will 'open his eyes' and be back in the physician's room. In his small, hardwood bed. It was all a dream
"Strip," barked the prince, the demon from the bed, reeling Merlin back into reality.
The dark haired man stood there unmoving, begging, pleading for Arthur to let him go. They didn't have to do this. It didn't have to be like this.
"I said strip!" The warlock winced as the prince's voice struck his ears.
Merlin's hand was shaking so much as he began to pull off his clothing, avoiding the other's gaze. He kept his head down, avoiding Arthur. Avoiding the moment, the reality that he was in. Standing there, not looking at anything in particular, expecting to wake up from the nightmare he was trapped in.
He could never wake up.
The warlock could feel Arthur's devouring gaze on him the whole time, drinking up his trembling form. He couldn't stop shaking, he couldn't wake up from this nightmarish hell.
"Come here" Merlin heard the Prince said, his voice thick with lust making him tremble even more.
The feeling of fear and betrayal grow in his chest and fear filled his lungs.
Merlin once again tried to suppress it. He had to do this.
He can't leave Camelot and Arthur unprotected. If his secret were to be
revealed, his mother and Gaius's life will likely be forfeit as well.
Merlin tried his best to grasp hold on every sliver of his determination, his
will. He took a deep breath, the room and air suffocating and thick, as he
slowly dragged himself to the predator on the bed.
Arthur pulled him close, shifting them so Merlin was beneath him, pressing the pale body on the mattress.
Arthur wore a smile, at the trembling youth beneath him.
"You seem really scared" Arthur cooed, his hands brushing Merlin's porcelain
chest. Shiver run through the sorcerer's body under the calloused hands. This was all a nightmare. Nothing was real. Absolutely nothing.
Another sickening smile from the man above him. "Are you a virgin, Merlin?"
"You don't have to do this" Merlin's trembling voice pleaded. "You're not like
this."
"I know you" Merlin was finding it harder to breath, emotions bubbling,
suppressing tears. This could not be happening! None of this was real!
"Shut up!" Arthur snapped, grabbing Merlin's jaw and kissing him, plundering his mouth. Tears prickled and swelled in Merlin's vision.
This was really happening.
He had hopes that Arthur would stop, will remember who he was. Would forgive Merlin for hiding his magic.
But he didn't.
Arthur started nipping and biting the manservant's jaw and neck, breaking the skin. Tickles of blood running down pale porcelain skin.
Merlin couldn't stop the tears, sobbing.
The prince spread Merlin's legs apart, beginning to remove his own clothing. The entire time Merlin was still as stone, his heart pounding in his ears and cold sweat running down his brow as he saw Arthur in his naked glory. Arthur was impossibly gorgeous, everything he had ever dreamed of.
But the situation was so wrong. Not how it should have been.
Arthur coated his fingers with oil, shoving two fingers into Merlin, making
the warlock cry out. Arthur ignored his pleas to stop, continuing to stretch
him.
"Stop, please!"
"Shut up, Merlin. Stop being a girl and take it like a man" Arthur growled,
shoving in a third finger. The manservant screamed.
"I said shut up!" The royal barked. Merlin barely managed to quiet his voice,
biting down on his lower lip.
"Just relax" the Prince cooed.
Merlin then, to his horror, felt his body begin to react towards the touches.
The blond youth running his hand up and down the warlock's member. It hurt, the prince was too rough, but his body reacted nonetheless.
As Merlin become half hard, the prince seems to decide that Merlin had been prepared enough and let his fingers out. Merlin feel relieve but his relief is short as he feel something hotter, larger and hard as steel at his opening. He try to buck out but the blonde holds his hip bruising and then pushing into him.
The pain was like nothing Merlin had ever felt and he screamed as he was fully breached, Arthur doesn’t seem to care. He just kept pushing ruthlessly in, splitting Merlin apart inch by inch until he was fully settled. Merlin sobbing and pleading beneath him, begging him to stop.
Merlin can feel the Prince’s fingers press hard into his thigh, where there would be marks left the next morning. Merlin can feel every inch of him inside him. God, it hurt so much! Merlin stare at him, helpless with pain and sadness, absolutely wrecked. His eye begging Arthur to stop, just stop! Arthur averted his eyes and started to thrust hard and fast. Every movement made pain shoot through Merlin body from his abused hole. The warlock cried out in pain.
Merlin closed his eyes and mutters a spell under his breath to make the pain go away. But it doesn’t work. Merlin was completely limp and feels nothing but pain. Arthur pounds into him faster and deeper. Rutting into him like an animal and making animalistic sounds. Merlin’s hand grasping helplessly at the bed cover. Arthur’s slammed against his virgin buttocks at a break neck speed, making the room ring with the rhythmic slap of his hard muscled hips against Merlin’s fleshy buttocks. Merlin clenched his teeth so not to bite his tongue. Inside, he was screaming.
Arthur’s pace turns relentless and desperate, and all Merlin could do was lie there and pray that it would be over soon, his hands grabbing the bed’s cover helplessly. The Prince rhythm stuttered and Merlin heard a deep groan. One last slammed and the prince howled his completion in the silent room.
After resting for a few moments , Arthur pull out. The feeling making Merlin whimper and a few more tears escape. Finally it is over. Merlin began shaking and crying with pain and grieve. Something is thrown at him.
Get up and clean yourself” Arthur bark as if he hadn’t just rip Merlin and his life open.
Arthur has thrown a rag at Merlin. He wiped the tears and mucus from his face. Merlin tried to stand up. Jolts of pain from his body nearly make him crumple back to the bed. His hand is trembling as he wiped up whatever that was running down his leg. A quick glance showed that it was blood, and Merlin had to force himself to wipe up the rest of it, stifling another sob as he attempted to clean up his abused hole. He gathers his clothes and put them on with shaking hand.
Merlin finished dressing and quickly left. He ignored the worry look in Gaius’s face and quickly went straight to his room. He locked the door with magic. He couldn’t face Gaius right now. Merlin buried his face on his pillow and cried his heart out, ignoring Gaius frantic knocking. Arthur has hurt him. The person he love and trust more than anything had beast with him and it hurt more than anything.