A Dance at Midnight (NC-17)
Title: A Dance at Midnight
Rating: NC-17
Author: blackmamba_esq
Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen/Merlin, Uther
Word Count: 920
Written for kinkme_merlin prompt: Arthur/Gwen/Merlin, voyeurism. Someone watches them, preferably Morgana or Uther.
un_love_you Prompt #22, I hate myself.
Warnings: Threesome, Voyeurism, Strong Sexual Content
Disclaimer: Merlin and its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Uther is shocked to discover the source of all those bumps in the night.
It’s the noises that rouse Uther from his sleep. There’s a faint thumping against the wall and then a cry as if someone’s in pain. He’s not usually prone to go exploring the castle at all hours of the night. Later he’ll wonder exactly what possessed him to plod down the corridor, barefoot in his dressing gown in an attempt to discover the culprit. Maybe because it came from the direction of Arthur’s quarters; after so many attempts on his son’s life Uther worries constantly over his safety.
The door to Arthur’s chambers is partially open, like someone neglected to shut it in their haste to get inside. That alone is odd. Arthur’s always been the private sort, pouting about Uther’s tendency to hover when he was only four years old. Uther touches the door and pushes it open slowly, silently, so as not to wake him if he’s sleeping.
It takes him a moment comprehend what he’s seeing. The room is dimly lit by a trickle of moonlight that spills over the sheets in slanted lines. Merlin is hunched near the pillows while a pair of long brown legs, feminine legs, are parted wantonly a ways beneath him. It starts to register, Gwen’s wrists pinned by Merlin’s hands, their greedy kisses, the blond head working between her thighs. That’s what makes him grab the doorframe, the sight of Arthur lying on his stomach, cradling her bottom while he laves his tongue over the triangle of dark curls with startling enthusiasm.
Now Uther knows what woke him. It was Gwen, thrashing and groaning beneath the ministrations of the two boys. Her hips gyrate against Arthur’s mouth in an illicit dance and Merlin shifts his attention between her tongue and breasts, taking her nipples so deep inside his mouth that it disappears entirely.
And she’s enjoying it. That’s almost as startling as the whole affair. Gwen whimpers and pleads with them, harder she says, though Uther isn’t sure who she’s begging or for what. He’s never seen a woman behave this way, not even the courtesans he’s used to ease his loneliness on occasion. And what Arthur is doing, that sloppy sucking at her flesh, he’s never seen that either. But apparently his son doesn’t mind because he’s thrusting against the mattress, pumping his bare bottom as though it’s a woman’s body beneath him.
Uther quickly moves his eyes away, back to Gwen who has thrown her head back and started moaning in earnest. She’s moving her hand back and forth while Merlin kisses her neck, massages her breasts, and pinches her nipples so hard it must be painful.
Uther narrows his eyes and realizes her hand is on Merlin’s cock. She’s stroking him rapidly, and his hips jerk in stuttering, grateful thrusts. They’re all moaning now, groaning in his son’s case. Arthur slides his hands along her stomach, his fingers pale against all that brown skin.
“Now.” Gwen’s voice is strangled, muffled against Merlin’s neck. “Please.”
The figures on the bed shift and unravel themselves in a lazy, languid motion. Uther doesn’t realize just how hard he is until the pressure becomes unbearable, his erection an aching pull between his legs. Gwen turns over and crawls on top of Merlin who cups her breasts with both hands. She eases him inside her. Arthur latches on from behind, holds her steady with one hand on her hip while he guides himself to her behind.
They start to move. Arthur’s face is buried against her neck and Gwen is pitched forward, gripping the headboard in front of her. Merlin lifts his hips from beneath, and they find a rhythm, rocking in unison, conjoined like a single being that’s lost the ability speak outside of grunting pleas and moans. Uther can’t look away. His eyes slide from Arthur’s bare back, his hands cupping her breasts, to Merlin’s glazed eyes, his boney shoulders trembling with pleasure. But again, as though he’s compelled, Uther’s eyes fall back to Gwen.
Her face is slick with sweat, her lips parted in unabashed rapture. She closes her eyes and mumbles their names in rapid succession while they pleasure her, service the servant from either side. Uther has never thought of her as beautiful. He’s never truly thought of her at all. But in that moment, he envies his son so much his chest aches.
He’s pulled from the trance-like state by Gwen’s sharp cry. Her eyes fly open and she grabs Merlin’s shoulders so tight that he winces. Their movements are frenzied now. Arthur is pounding against her, Merlin digs his heels into the mattress to impale her from beneath. Uther backs away, the realization of what he’s done slowly sinking in. But he’s still hard, painfully so, and can’t bring himself to look away from the primal spectacle in front of him.
They collapse in an exhausted heap, Arthur’s body covering them both like a shield. Uther notices the warmth of the room for the first time, their heat flowing out into the hall in waves. Arthur stiffens and turns around, as though he can sense they’re being watched. Uther quickly moves out of sight, his heart pounding at nearly being discovered.
He has no hope of sleeping. Uther lies alone in his chambers and fights the urge to ease his own suffering. He hears a faint burst of laughter, Gwen’s laughter, emanating from his son’s bed chamber. Her happiness knifes through him like steel. It reminds him of Igraine.
Uther closes his eyes and gives in.
Rating: NC-17
Author: blackmamba_esq
Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen/Merlin, Uther
Word Count: 920
Written for kinkme_merlin prompt: Arthur/Gwen/Merlin, voyeurism. Someone watches them, preferably Morgana or Uther.
un_love_you Prompt #22, I hate myself.
Warnings: Threesome, Voyeurism, Strong Sexual Content
Disclaimer: Merlin and its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Uther is shocked to discover the source of all those bumps in the night.
It’s the noises that rouse Uther from his sleep. There’s a faint thumping against the wall and then a cry as if someone’s in pain. He’s not usually prone to go exploring the castle at all hours of the night. Later he’ll wonder exactly what possessed him to plod down the corridor, barefoot in his dressing gown in an attempt to discover the culprit. Maybe because it came from the direction of Arthur’s quarters; after so many attempts on his son’s life Uther worries constantly over his safety.
The door to Arthur’s chambers is partially open, like someone neglected to shut it in their haste to get inside. That alone is odd. Arthur’s always been the private sort, pouting about Uther’s tendency to hover when he was only four years old. Uther touches the door and pushes it open slowly, silently, so as not to wake him if he’s sleeping.
It takes him a moment comprehend what he’s seeing. The room is dimly lit by a trickle of moonlight that spills over the sheets in slanted lines. Merlin is hunched near the pillows while a pair of long brown legs, feminine legs, are parted wantonly a ways beneath him. It starts to register, Gwen’s wrists pinned by Merlin’s hands, their greedy kisses, the blond head working between her thighs. That’s what makes him grab the doorframe, the sight of Arthur lying on his stomach, cradling her bottom while he laves his tongue over the triangle of dark curls with startling enthusiasm.
Now Uther knows what woke him. It was Gwen, thrashing and groaning beneath the ministrations of the two boys. Her hips gyrate against Arthur’s mouth in an illicit dance and Merlin shifts his attention between her tongue and breasts, taking her nipples so deep inside his mouth that it disappears entirely.
And she’s enjoying it. That’s almost as startling as the whole affair. Gwen whimpers and pleads with them, harder she says, though Uther isn’t sure who she’s begging or for what. He’s never seen a woman behave this way, not even the courtesans he’s used to ease his loneliness on occasion. And what Arthur is doing, that sloppy sucking at her flesh, he’s never seen that either. But apparently his son doesn’t mind because he’s thrusting against the mattress, pumping his bare bottom as though it’s a woman’s body beneath him.
Uther quickly moves his eyes away, back to Gwen who has thrown her head back and started moaning in earnest. She’s moving her hand back and forth while Merlin kisses her neck, massages her breasts, and pinches her nipples so hard it must be painful.
Uther narrows his eyes and realizes her hand is on Merlin’s cock. She’s stroking him rapidly, and his hips jerk in stuttering, grateful thrusts. They’re all moaning now, groaning in his son’s case. Arthur slides his hands along her stomach, his fingers pale against all that brown skin.
“Now.” Gwen’s voice is strangled, muffled against Merlin’s neck. “Please.”
The figures on the bed shift and unravel themselves in a lazy, languid motion. Uther doesn’t realize just how hard he is until the pressure becomes unbearable, his erection an aching pull between his legs. Gwen turns over and crawls on top of Merlin who cups her breasts with both hands. She eases him inside her. Arthur latches on from behind, holds her steady with one hand on her hip while he guides himself to her behind.
They start to move. Arthur’s face is buried against her neck and Gwen is pitched forward, gripping the headboard in front of her. Merlin lifts his hips from beneath, and they find a rhythm, rocking in unison, conjoined like a single being that’s lost the ability speak outside of grunting pleas and moans. Uther can’t look away. His eyes slide from Arthur’s bare back, his hands cupping her breasts, to Merlin’s glazed eyes, his boney shoulders trembling with pleasure. But again, as though he’s compelled, Uther’s eyes fall back to Gwen.
Her face is slick with sweat, her lips parted in unabashed rapture. She closes her eyes and mumbles their names in rapid succession while they pleasure her, service the servant from either side. Uther has never thought of her as beautiful. He’s never truly thought of her at all. But in that moment, he envies his son so much his chest aches.
He’s pulled from the trance-like state by Gwen’s sharp cry. Her eyes fly open and she grabs Merlin’s shoulders so tight that he winces. Their movements are frenzied now. Arthur is pounding against her, Merlin digs his heels into the mattress to impale her from beneath. Uther backs away, the realization of what he’s done slowly sinking in. But he’s still hard, painfully so, and can’t bring himself to look away from the primal spectacle in front of him.
They collapse in an exhausted heap, Arthur’s body covering them both like a shield. Uther notices the warmth of the room for the first time, their heat flowing out into the hall in waves. Arthur stiffens and turns around, as though he can sense they’re being watched. Uther quickly moves out of sight, his heart pounding at nearly being discovered.
He has no hope of sleeping. Uther lies alone in his chambers and fights the urge to ease his own suffering. He hears a faint burst of laughter, Gwen’s laughter, emanating from his son’s bed chamber. Her happiness knifes through him like steel. It reminds him of Igraine.
Uther closes his eyes and gives in.