Surrender
Author: Loopstagirl
Title: Surrender
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin
Characters: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Every night he used his magic to take what he wanted.
Warnings!!!: Rape/Non-con, Dark(ish)!Merlin
Word Count: 415
Prompt: #11, Temptation
Author Notes: This is way unlike anything that I have ever written before, but somehow, it just happened. Is dark themed, please don't read if you don't like that sort of thing.
With one final thrust, Merlin stilled, spilling deep into the body beneath him, the body he had claimed. Arthur had stopped fighting some time ago, his eyes now screwed up in agony. It did nothing to stop the tears from seeping out beneath closed lids though, coursing silently down his cheeks. Glancing away from the broken sight, Merlin pulled out, wincing slightly as he did so as he felt the blood trickling down Arthur’s legs and now coating Merlin’s own cock.
“Sorry, so sorry...” he whispered, kissing away the tears. Arthur’s eyes screwed up even tighter and Merlin knew if the magic wasn’t so strong, he would have flinched away. Even after all Merlin had done for him, Arthur would still flinch away. His eyes flashed as he spooned the royal, allowing Merlin to move Arthur, but for the prince to still have no movement himself. The warlock’s hand drifted down Arthur’s stomach, wrapping firmly around Arthur’s own cock. Somehow, finding it limp and flaccid was enough to make him crack.
Tears coursing down his own face at what he could never have, Merlin sat up. Gingerly, he cupped Arthur’s face, a whispered spell forcing the prince to open his eyes and look at Merlin.
“Forget...” Merlin whispered, his eyes flashing once more. Immediately, he could feel the magic beginning to work. Arthur sagged, going completely limp as he was sent into a dreamless sleep. Only when the magic was certain that the man was unconscious did it unbind him and soothe away all the hurts. The marks from the restraints disappeared, the blood vanished and any wounds- both internal and external were healed. Any evidence that anything had ever happened vanished even as the magic wormed into Arthur’s mind, wiping his memory of the events.
Merlin knew it would work. After all, the same spell had worked the night before, and the one before that, and the one before that... In fact, it had worked every night for months now. Every night Merlin told himself it would be the last time, but come the following evening, he knew that his magic would be tugging at him, consuming him until he was balls deep in Arthur. By the time his senses returned, desire had taken over and he still couldn’t stop.
Every night Arthur would fight.
Every night Merlin would be unable to resist, using his magic to get what he wanted.
And by every morning, the prince had no idea that anything had happened.
Title: Surrender
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin
Characters: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Every night he used his magic to take what he wanted.
Warnings!!!: Rape/Non-con, Dark(ish)!Merlin
Word Count: 415
Prompt: #11, Temptation
Author Notes: This is way unlike anything that I have ever written before, but somehow, it just happened. Is dark themed, please don't read if you don't like that sort of thing.
With one final thrust, Merlin stilled, spilling deep into the body beneath him, the body he had claimed. Arthur had stopped fighting some time ago, his eyes now screwed up in agony. It did nothing to stop the tears from seeping out beneath closed lids though, coursing silently down his cheeks. Glancing away from the broken sight, Merlin pulled out, wincing slightly as he did so as he felt the blood trickling down Arthur’s legs and now coating Merlin’s own cock.
“Sorry, so sorry...” he whispered, kissing away the tears. Arthur’s eyes screwed up even tighter and Merlin knew if the magic wasn’t so strong, he would have flinched away. Even after all Merlin had done for him, Arthur would still flinch away. His eyes flashed as he spooned the royal, allowing Merlin to move Arthur, but for the prince to still have no movement himself. The warlock’s hand drifted down Arthur’s stomach, wrapping firmly around Arthur’s own cock. Somehow, finding it limp and flaccid was enough to make him crack.
Tears coursing down his own face at what he could never have, Merlin sat up. Gingerly, he cupped Arthur’s face, a whispered spell forcing the prince to open his eyes and look at Merlin.
“Forget...” Merlin whispered, his eyes flashing once more. Immediately, he could feel the magic beginning to work. Arthur sagged, going completely limp as he was sent into a dreamless sleep. Only when the magic was certain that the man was unconscious did it unbind him and soothe away all the hurts. The marks from the restraints disappeared, the blood vanished and any wounds- both internal and external were healed. Any evidence that anything had ever happened vanished even as the magic wormed into Arthur’s mind, wiping his memory of the events.
Merlin knew it would work. After all, the same spell had worked the night before, and the one before that, and the one before that... In fact, it had worked every night for months now. Every night Merlin told himself it would be the last time, but come the following evening, he knew that his magic would be tugging at him, consuming him until he was balls deep in Arthur. By the time his senses returned, desire had taken over and he still couldn’t stop.
Every night Arthur would fight.
Every night Merlin would be unable to resist, using his magic to get what he wanted.
And by every morning, the prince had no idea that anything had happened.