Kink Me! #4
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She had a pot of tea ready, and a plate of Merlin’s favorite scones ready to serve him. He was very fond of the ones with the currants and candied lemon rind, it was the only dish she had ever seen him take a second helping of.
He hurried into the room, looking faintly alarmed at being asked for mid-morning, and he bowed gracefully as she extended her hand for him to kiss. He said, “Your Majesty, is all well? Arthur?”
She smiled her most charming smile at him, and said, “No need to be so formal, Merlin. Please, this morning, it’s Gwen, just like in the old days, yes? Come and sit by me, we need to have a little chat.”
Merlin was still concerned. “Arthur, is he well? Are you well, my lady, um, Gwen?”
Gwen laughed flirtatiously, and put a hand on Merlin’s arm. “You worry so, Merlin. Arthur is fine, he’s out trying to find a fluffy woodland animal to kill, a bunny or something. And I also am in the best of health.”
Merlin sat, relief plain on his face. He was nicely dressed, in black trousers that actually fit him, and a velvet tunic in Camelot red. Gwen had taken over dressing him after she became queen, and had thrown out all of his baggy pants and frumpy tunics and weirdly-aligned neckwear, except for one set, and he was only allowed to wear that one when he was tromping in the woods.
Gwen’s ladies-in-waiting worked hard for her, and they were entitled to the treat of seeing Merlin’s sweet little rounded ass in form-fitting clothing.
His hair was a little long, and a little disheveled, and he had three days worth of stubble on his jaw. She made a note to herself to send the Royal Barber to him, although she thought perhaps the stubble could stay. It was very attractive, and she was curious how it might feel scraping along the inside of her thigh.
Her husband had many excellent qualities, and she loved him, but he couldn’t grow a decent beard to save his life.
She poured Merlin a cup of tea, with milk and two sugars just the way he liked it, and began.
“Merlin, you know that the King and I are very fond of you. Very fond.”
Merlin looked like a deer trapped in a crossbow’s sights, paralyzed with fear. He stammered out, “Thank you, Gwen. I am of course very fond of you and Arthur as well. Would die for you or anything else that was required…” he trailed off.
“I am delighted to hear you say that, sweetheart. Arthur and I have been thinking that it might be time to, perhaps, deepen our friendship?”
She placed a hand, ever so gently, on his knee.
Merlin jumped up, spilling his tea in the process, and said hastily, “Gwen, there is no way my feeling for the two of you could be deepened. I am totally devoted to you, totally.” He was backing towards the door. “I hope you know that. But now, my lady, I really must go, I think I left a potion on the burner. I will see you at dinner.”
He bowed to her, his face pink, and ran for cover. Much like the bunnies Arthur was no doubt slaughtering at this very moment.
Gwen took a bite of a scone, feeling a good sulk coming on. This would be more difficult than she and Arthur had anticipated. But then she brightened.
Luring in such a skittish prey would be all the more satisfying in the end.
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