Drabble: Sharing
Sharing was something done between siblings or friends, not enemies; or so he thought.
Merlin knew he’d been magicked into the room with no door, a high window in one wall, and lit candles everywhere. He lay nude on a bed of silk coverings and down pillows, but he wasn’t alone. Two people were standing before him wearing rich samite robes, and he knew them.
Witch sisters Morgause and Morgana removed their garments and climbed onto the bed, sandwiching Merlin between them. No one spoke as soft hands and lips caressed his body.
Merlin gave himself over to being shared.