Fairy fire at Camelot
Title: Fairy fire at Camelot
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: NC-17
Word count: appr. 3200
Time period: imagined a few years after season 3.
Warnings: contains an adult (explicit) climax ...
Story Background: Gwen is cheating on Arthur with Lancelot. Arthur - recently crowned king - is well aware and has been getting into depressive moods, taking it out on Merlin. The only one there for him is: Merlin, of course.
Fairy fire at Camelot
Merlin watched Arthur stand alone at his chamber window, looking down to the courtyard below. The king’s manservant did not have to see with his own eyes to understand. He could feel in his own soul the hurt the king must feel at having to see the Queen of Camelot - his lawful wife - sneak out in the night to cheat on him. Even while she knew he was aware of her infidelity and must be watching ...
The light of the full moon breaking through the clouds painted the form of the handsome king in sharp contrast against the tormented night sky outside. He was dressed only in his bathing gown after his evening bath that Merlin had prepared for him as usual. The fragrance of lavender - from the royal soap - still lingered in the room. It always made Merlin think of those precious moments he had come right next to Arthur’s naked skin, while dressing his lord or, even better: handing him a towel.
Looking at Arthur in compassion, Merlin at the same time felt an even deeper, uglier hurt move like an awakening monster in his breast and stomach. All because of that forbidden love for Arthur burning inside of him - a love that he on some level knew was shared, but that had never been expressed between the two, not even in words, much less physical action. A current of chilly air from the open window only served to accentuate the inner chill gripping his heart. Wanting to get Arthur’s mind off the pain, but not knowing what to say, Merlin just stood there. He knew that Arthur was well aware of him but the king did not make any effort to acknowledge his presence.
“It is getting late, Arthur. I have put clean bed-clothes under the pillow for you.”
Great, Merlin thought despite himself, now I’m constantly hurting not only for myself but for him as well. Is that what it means to be two, together? For we two - are one. Or, should have been ... For a moment he could not control his face as that familiar knife of pain stabbed him right in the heart. Maybe it was just as well that Arthur did not even deign to look at him, like this. But that was such a sad thought. He would have preferred the familiar knife wound to his heart if he could just once more meet those beautiful eyes.
“The night is chilly”, he finally said, a lump in his throat. “You might catch a cold, don’t stay there by the window.”
Seeing that Arthur still did not move, Merlin started turning around to leave. He was not going to show Arthur how he felt, but he knew that stepping out of the room meant he was going right home to cry himself to sleep.
A movement in the corner of his eye.
“Wait. Stay, Merlin.”
Merlin froze on the spot, still with his back to the lone figure outlined in the moonlight.
Arthur closed the window and slowly came up to him from behind. “I … am sorry, Merlin. I want you to stay. It’s just that … I feel so down tonight.”
Merlin allowed Arthur to slowly turn him around until they faced each other, not daring to speak nor move of his own volition.
“You have no idea Merlin, how it feels to be cheated on like that, to be left aside like you’re worth nothing, not even the bitter truth. But I’m the stupid one. I shouldn’t even care any longer. I can’t live like this, can’t love someone who doesn’t love me back, who lies to me - cheats on me! I’m not in love with Gwen anymore, if ever I was, it’s just that … it still hurts. It hurts Merlin, waiting there at the window alone, seeing through all these lies, trying to give of yourself and then in the end not having anyone there for you.”
Merlin’s eyes were wide open, fixed on Arthur’s face where his hurt could be read more clearly than ever as he opened up his heart for the first time.
“There is someone there for you Arthur.”
Arthur’s face still reflected his torn and open soul, as he looked deep into Merlin’s eyes, which did not waver.
“I am there for you Arthur. Always have been. Always will.” For a fraction of a second Merlin almost panicked, realising how blatant that must have sounded.
But the mystery of the moment was still there, heavily permeating the air as Arthur looked increasingly foolishly at Merlin. “Yes, I know you’re always with me, but …”
“Stop. I can’t stand seeing you hurt. All this time, I’ve never left your side, no matter what you’ve done to me - and that says something! And not once did I regret it. Because some things in life you just have to do. You don’t choose, you just … follow destiny. I will always be there for you Arthur. Because, I love you.”
Arthur was staring at him with moist eyes, glittering and wide open. Even now - especially now! - he was so freakin’ beautiful.
“I love you so much that it hurts Arthur. And I can’t stand seeing someone hurting you like she does, when all I want is to - damn, I just can’t take this anymore.”
Merlin whirled around to hide his face and the tears that were dangerously close to surface. But Arthur laid one steady hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place, drawing him slightly closer. Merlin stared down onto the floor, suddenly unable to face his lord and only true love, thinking that now everything must be over. He had gone too far and revealed his true feelings, leaving no way out, no possibility for excuses or cover-ups. There had just been too many hurt feelings tonight. Something had had to give.
Arthur’s voice came low and husky when he finally answered, and it was with his head held so close to Merlin’s that their foreheads practically touched.
“Wait, don’t leave me Merlin. What you just said, you know, it’s … true, all of it. You have always been there, and - I just hope you won’t hate me for saying this, but - I guess I always knew. Not that you told me straight out how you felt or anything, but I just knew that there was something special between us, something better than anything I’d ever had. Something deeper and more intense than friendship, that no one else could ever touch. And now - to be honest I can’t believe I’m saying this - but I just feel like such an ass for having, sort of, used you all this time. And for getting myself into this mess with her. I guess I’ve been a real miserable whining wreck, and asking for your assistance on top of that ... As a prince and now king sometimes you take too much for granted. I was stupid not to talk to you, and ten times more stupid ever trying to be with Gwen. But I never lost that innermost feeling, that bridge there is between us.”
Merlin let Arthur’s hand guide his face so that their eyes could meet again. “So you already knew?” It was hardly more than a whisper, in a voice so fragile it might have come from a little bird. But his gaze held such depth and power of hope that even the late Uther Pendragon would have cringed back in awe and astonishment had he faced it.
But Arthur simply placed his forefinger on Merlin’s trembling lips. “Hush, don’t speak. No need to. Somehow, it was always meant to be the two of us. Together.”
Arthur leaned even closer forward so that their eyebrows actually touched. And then, with eyes closed, their lips met. Merlin felt Arthur’s full lips gently touching his own, as he inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of Arthur’s hair and skin. But however light the touch, Arthur’s lips were not letting go of Merlin’s - they stayed there, soon followed by his tongue, almost timidly seeking Merlin’s. As Merlin opened up, Arthur’s tongue rushed onto his and the whole world just reeled around him. There was only this in all of reality. He was floating in the air and a light, radiating pure bliss, was twinkling inside of him. The first timid kiss was soon transformed into a firm - verging on desperate - one, of the French variety, as they were eating away at each other’s mouths. Arthur just would not let go and Merlin could not have felt more jubilant about it, floating with him into this new fantastic world of delicate touch, smell and taste they discovered together.
Finally, their mouths unlocked and they both opened their eyes, like they had never lost contact. Merlin never knew how, but Arthur’s arms were already around him, holding him protectively close, while his own arms held onto Arthur’s firm and lithe body like his life depended upon it.
“Come here”, was all Arthur whispered as he quickly closed the door behind them and lead Merlin into the room to lay him down on the bed.
Half-lying, half-erect Merlin noticed that Arthur only had his bathing gown on with nothing under - and for sure there was nothing half-erect about what waited under there. As Arthur started to tear off Merlin’s clothes with careful but urgent movements, Merlin could see the hard muscles of Arthur’s still glistening and hot body peeping out from under the gown. Now and then the gown flew almost open, revealing most of the dream body that had played the lead act in so many of Merlin’s wet dreams. He could not wait any longer, but reached forward and started to lick the glistening skin of Arthur’s abdomen, up to the rock-hard nipples. The taste of Arthur made his heart beat even faster, his whole body entering into a frantic state of urgent craving for more.
By now Arthur had managed to remove Merlin’s shirt and trousers and was caressing all the pinkish, baby-soft skin he laid bare. Just as he had Merlin completely naked in all his angelic glory, Merlin’s mouth found the manly pride between Arthur’s legs and took it in, fully and decisively in spite of its impressive size. Another feat of the great Merlin Emrys, but one that only king Arthur would ever know about. Arthur moaned aloud as Merlin took in his rock-hard rod again and again, slightly increasing the pressure every time. Merlin was like a creature finally reaching that life-fulfilling moment it has been racing towards all its time, knowing only it must act on its impulse now or perish trying. He was lost in the moment and the pleasure of the task at hand, oblivious to anything else than the throbbing life wand of his dream lover, gliding back and forth inside his mouth, his throat. A kiss deeper and more intimate than Arthur or Merlin had ever shared with any of their previous female sputter-flames.
As Arthur sped towards climax, about to lose his grip and very control, he quickly grabbed hold of Merlin’s delicate body and threw him further up on the bed, where Merlin laid down on his back, naked and inviting. In a second, Arthur was back on him, like driven by an overriding magnetic attraction. He lifted Merlin’s legs and hung them up on his own broad shoulders, revealing the virgin bottom of the young man. Locking eyes with his lover he started to press his glistening manly pride against Merlin’s pinkish bottom. Just the touch was exquisite, as made clear by the soft groaning coming from under him and his own shivers of mad pleasure, building up a need that had to be satisfied.
Teasingly at first, then harder and harder he pressed his rod against Merlin’s behind and its elusive ring, working it open millimetre by millimetre, one groan at a time. When his lilac-blue organ finally made it through, Merlin could not even make a sound, his jaws clenched too tightly from the piercing pleasure bordering on pain. Then he felt like a flower opening, and a cool wave of corporal satisfaction, smoother than silk, coursed through his whole body. Soon it was energising his every member, shooting rivulets of fire out into every finger and toe, every fibre of his being.
The rhythmic beating had started. Bent over him with his face just a kiss away from Merlin’s, Arthur ground his huge organ in and out of the unlocked orifice, praying each time that the moment last just a little longer, come what may. Merlin moaned and squirmed beneath him, held in thrall by a force stronger than any spell of his making.
On and on it went, their bodies one single rocking and heaving organism, glistening with sweat and whimpering with pleasure. And the rhythm was picking up, slowly but steadily, building higher and higher levels of a crescendo that never seemed to reach its top. As the going got rougher and rougher, Merlin grabbed Arthur’s tight bum with both hands so hard that the fingers left red marks as from heated iron on the skin, crying all the while: “Faster, faster!”
Arthur did not fail to deliver.
Feeling his blood close to boiling, Merlin for a moment laid his head back on the sheets and closed his eyes. Somewhere deep inside he knew he was not supposed to do what he had in mind, but he was far beyond the point of reason, far beyond the point of no return. Taking the words of the spell in his mouth, he let them leave his moaning lips in pace with the pounding that quaked through his whole body. The words came naturally and without effort - it was the same spell he had used once before, at the forest lake where he had seen the faeries of Avalon dance upon the still waters. Back then he had managed to slow the passage of time (as seen from his perspective), so that he could watch the tiniest movement of the little faeries and even distinguish each flutter of their butterfly wings. Now he used his magical powers to do the same, in order to see this moment not only through life’s usual lens, but in every minute detail, wallowing as long as he wanted in this raging ocean of lust.
The going had now gotten so rough that Arthur never noticed the words intermingled with his groaning. And as soon as uttered, the spell took effect as intended. Merlin opened his now gleaming eyes to see Arthur working in full action but like in slow motion over and inside of him. But more than seeing, he could suddenly feel, with every pore of his aching body, everything that transpired between them in this instant. Fully focussed he took in every aspect and each facet of Arthur making love to him; his manly hands against his skin, the light touch of a single hair from his leg, the faint trace in the air - hardly noticeable - stemming from the breath of his open mouth raised to the heavens in a silent cry of ecstasy ... It was a sensation unlike any other - no, not one sensation: a series, like pearls on a string, going from one to the other in a seamless, seemingly unending chain of heavenly impressions. But most important of all, he could feel the very working of Arthur’s meaty dick inside of his own entrails, millimetre by grinding millimetre, each pulsation of the blood vessels in his own system as well as of those in Arthur’s throbbing organ. Ah, let it last! And it could. Did!
After an undetermined interval outside of time, which for Merlin seemed like eons of perfect pleasure, he felt a change gradually set in. Willingly he let it progress. The organ of Arthur was about to explode, shooting its white stars all through Merlin, time and space. And when the royal white cream finally came, Merlin felt it go off inside his body, felt it with the inside of his body, and a power like he had never tasted or believed existed surged through his whole magical being. And indeed that day Merlin the greatest of all arch wizards, as the world would one day come to know him, was truly conceived.
Then, and only then, with his interior brimming with Arthur’s life fluid, did Merlin release his hold on time, and let his own organ release its fountain of cum over both of them. But as he did so - the white milk still flying through the air, squirting and squirting in mythical quantities - he also completely lost his grip on his own powers, both those he so recklessly had called upon in the heat of the moment, and those just engendered inside his magical soul through this most noble union with the royal being that was Arthur. All the remaining power that had built up, power coursing through all his physical as well as magical veins, was suddenly released - and that with a bang. In concert with his own exploding organ, all the doors and windows of the chamber were blown out, shattering to pieces and dust.
Only many seconds later did Merlin register what had happened. In fact, he now noticed that the whole bed where they lay was aglow with a fairy fire of heavenly hues. Even their own bodies seemed to shine with this light. At first he took all these impressions for a trick of the mind after this the definitely best fuck of a lifetime. But he soon realised the wrecked room and glowing bed must be due to some magical energy.
Then and there, it just did not matter. Everything was perfect. He had at that moment all he had ever wanted from life. Inquisitive guards or other eyewitnesses they could deal with later.
As the glow turned to afterglow and softly faded away, Merlin smiled up at Arthur lying on top of him, still panting like a ragged dog caught in a heat-wave, but soon catching his breath. Together they lay there, their bodies a single mass of entangled, wet limbs, gone from frantic activity to blissful relaxation. In his supreme state of satisfaction, cuddled in the arms of Merlin, Arthur had not even noticed the most unusual effects their amorous act had triggered, taking the lights and booming explosions as a natural part of this lovemaking. He was still Arthur Pendragon after all.
Merlin smiled up at him, and for a split second he had the idea to try and save this perfect moment as long as possible through his magic of slowing time itself. But as he caressed the rosy cheek of his long-time companion he quickly decided against it. Here, he did not need his magic anymore.
What he and Arthur shared held an even stronger magic in itself.
The magic of true love.
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: NC-17
Word count: appr. 3200
Time period: imagined a few years after season 3.
Warnings: contains an adult (explicit) climax ...
Story Background: Gwen is cheating on Arthur with Lancelot. Arthur - recently crowned king - is well aware and has been getting into depressive moods, taking it out on Merlin. The only one there for him is: Merlin, of course.
Fairy fire at Camelot
Merlin watched Arthur stand alone at his chamber window, looking down to the courtyard below. The king’s manservant did not have to see with his own eyes to understand. He could feel in his own soul the hurt the king must feel at having to see the Queen of Camelot - his lawful wife - sneak out in the night to cheat on him. Even while she knew he was aware of her infidelity and must be watching ...
The light of the full moon breaking through the clouds painted the form of the handsome king in sharp contrast against the tormented night sky outside. He was dressed only in his bathing gown after his evening bath that Merlin had prepared for him as usual. The fragrance of lavender - from the royal soap - still lingered in the room. It always made Merlin think of those precious moments he had come right next to Arthur’s naked skin, while dressing his lord or, even better: handing him a towel.
Looking at Arthur in compassion, Merlin at the same time felt an even deeper, uglier hurt move like an awakening monster in his breast and stomach. All because of that forbidden love for Arthur burning inside of him - a love that he on some level knew was shared, but that had never been expressed between the two, not even in words, much less physical action. A current of chilly air from the open window only served to accentuate the inner chill gripping his heart. Wanting to get Arthur’s mind off the pain, but not knowing what to say, Merlin just stood there. He knew that Arthur was well aware of him but the king did not make any effort to acknowledge his presence.
“It is getting late, Arthur. I have put clean bed-clothes under the pillow for you.”
Great, Merlin thought despite himself, now I’m constantly hurting not only for myself but for him as well. Is that what it means to be two, together? For we two - are one. Or, should have been ... For a moment he could not control his face as that familiar knife of pain stabbed him right in the heart. Maybe it was just as well that Arthur did not even deign to look at him, like this. But that was such a sad thought. He would have preferred the familiar knife wound to his heart if he could just once more meet those beautiful eyes.
“The night is chilly”, he finally said, a lump in his throat. “You might catch a cold, don’t stay there by the window.”
Seeing that Arthur still did not move, Merlin started turning around to leave. He was not going to show Arthur how he felt, but he knew that stepping out of the room meant he was going right home to cry himself to sleep.
A movement in the corner of his eye.
“Wait. Stay, Merlin.”
Merlin froze on the spot, still with his back to the lone figure outlined in the moonlight.
Arthur closed the window and slowly came up to him from behind. “I … am sorry, Merlin. I want you to stay. It’s just that … I feel so down tonight.”
Merlin allowed Arthur to slowly turn him around until they faced each other, not daring to speak nor move of his own volition.
“You have no idea Merlin, how it feels to be cheated on like that, to be left aside like you’re worth nothing, not even the bitter truth. But I’m the stupid one. I shouldn’t even care any longer. I can’t live like this, can’t love someone who doesn’t love me back, who lies to me - cheats on me! I’m not in love with Gwen anymore, if ever I was, it’s just that … it still hurts. It hurts Merlin, waiting there at the window alone, seeing through all these lies, trying to give of yourself and then in the end not having anyone there for you.”
Merlin’s eyes were wide open, fixed on Arthur’s face where his hurt could be read more clearly than ever as he opened up his heart for the first time.
“There is someone there for you Arthur.”
Arthur’s face still reflected his torn and open soul, as he looked deep into Merlin’s eyes, which did not waver.
“I am there for you Arthur. Always have been. Always will.” For a fraction of a second Merlin almost panicked, realising how blatant that must have sounded.
But the mystery of the moment was still there, heavily permeating the air as Arthur looked increasingly foolishly at Merlin. “Yes, I know you’re always with me, but …”
“Stop. I can’t stand seeing you hurt. All this time, I’ve never left your side, no matter what you’ve done to me - and that says something! And not once did I regret it. Because some things in life you just have to do. You don’t choose, you just … follow destiny. I will always be there for you Arthur. Because, I love you.”
Arthur was staring at him with moist eyes, glittering and wide open. Even now - especially now! - he was so freakin’ beautiful.
“I love you so much that it hurts Arthur. And I can’t stand seeing someone hurting you like she does, when all I want is to - damn, I just can’t take this anymore.”
Merlin whirled around to hide his face and the tears that were dangerously close to surface. But Arthur laid one steady hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place, drawing him slightly closer. Merlin stared down onto the floor, suddenly unable to face his lord and only true love, thinking that now everything must be over. He had gone too far and revealed his true feelings, leaving no way out, no possibility for excuses or cover-ups. There had just been too many hurt feelings tonight. Something had had to give.
Arthur’s voice came low and husky when he finally answered, and it was with his head held so close to Merlin’s that their foreheads practically touched.
“Wait, don’t leave me Merlin. What you just said, you know, it’s … true, all of it. You have always been there, and - I just hope you won’t hate me for saying this, but - I guess I always knew. Not that you told me straight out how you felt or anything, but I just knew that there was something special between us, something better than anything I’d ever had. Something deeper and more intense than friendship, that no one else could ever touch. And now - to be honest I can’t believe I’m saying this - but I just feel like such an ass for having, sort of, used you all this time. And for getting myself into this mess with her. I guess I’ve been a real miserable whining wreck, and asking for your assistance on top of that ... As a prince and now king sometimes you take too much for granted. I was stupid not to talk to you, and ten times more stupid ever trying to be with Gwen. But I never lost that innermost feeling, that bridge there is between us.”
Merlin let Arthur’s hand guide his face so that their eyes could meet again. “So you already knew?” It was hardly more than a whisper, in a voice so fragile it might have come from a little bird. But his gaze held such depth and power of hope that even the late Uther Pendragon would have cringed back in awe and astonishment had he faced it.
But Arthur simply placed his forefinger on Merlin’s trembling lips. “Hush, don’t speak. No need to. Somehow, it was always meant to be the two of us. Together.”
Arthur leaned even closer forward so that their eyebrows actually touched. And then, with eyes closed, their lips met. Merlin felt Arthur’s full lips gently touching his own, as he inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of Arthur’s hair and skin. But however light the touch, Arthur’s lips were not letting go of Merlin’s - they stayed there, soon followed by his tongue, almost timidly seeking Merlin’s. As Merlin opened up, Arthur’s tongue rushed onto his and the whole world just reeled around him. There was only this in all of reality. He was floating in the air and a light, radiating pure bliss, was twinkling inside of him. The first timid kiss was soon transformed into a firm - verging on desperate - one, of the French variety, as they were eating away at each other’s mouths. Arthur just would not let go and Merlin could not have felt more jubilant about it, floating with him into this new fantastic world of delicate touch, smell and taste they discovered together.
Finally, their mouths unlocked and they both opened their eyes, like they had never lost contact. Merlin never knew how, but Arthur’s arms were already around him, holding him protectively close, while his own arms held onto Arthur’s firm and lithe body like his life depended upon it.
“Come here”, was all Arthur whispered as he quickly closed the door behind them and lead Merlin into the room to lay him down on the bed.
Half-lying, half-erect Merlin noticed that Arthur only had his bathing gown on with nothing under - and for sure there was nothing half-erect about what waited under there. As Arthur started to tear off Merlin’s clothes with careful but urgent movements, Merlin could see the hard muscles of Arthur’s still glistening and hot body peeping out from under the gown. Now and then the gown flew almost open, revealing most of the dream body that had played the lead act in so many of Merlin’s wet dreams. He could not wait any longer, but reached forward and started to lick the glistening skin of Arthur’s abdomen, up to the rock-hard nipples. The taste of Arthur made his heart beat even faster, his whole body entering into a frantic state of urgent craving for more.
By now Arthur had managed to remove Merlin’s shirt and trousers and was caressing all the pinkish, baby-soft skin he laid bare. Just as he had Merlin completely naked in all his angelic glory, Merlin’s mouth found the manly pride between Arthur’s legs and took it in, fully and decisively in spite of its impressive size. Another feat of the great Merlin Emrys, but one that only king Arthur would ever know about. Arthur moaned aloud as Merlin took in his rock-hard rod again and again, slightly increasing the pressure every time. Merlin was like a creature finally reaching that life-fulfilling moment it has been racing towards all its time, knowing only it must act on its impulse now or perish trying. He was lost in the moment and the pleasure of the task at hand, oblivious to anything else than the throbbing life wand of his dream lover, gliding back and forth inside his mouth, his throat. A kiss deeper and more intimate than Arthur or Merlin had ever shared with any of their previous female sputter-flames.
As Arthur sped towards climax, about to lose his grip and very control, he quickly grabbed hold of Merlin’s delicate body and threw him further up on the bed, where Merlin laid down on his back, naked and inviting. In a second, Arthur was back on him, like driven by an overriding magnetic attraction. He lifted Merlin’s legs and hung them up on his own broad shoulders, revealing the virgin bottom of the young man. Locking eyes with his lover he started to press his glistening manly pride against Merlin’s pinkish bottom. Just the touch was exquisite, as made clear by the soft groaning coming from under him and his own shivers of mad pleasure, building up a need that had to be satisfied.
Teasingly at first, then harder and harder he pressed his rod against Merlin’s behind and its elusive ring, working it open millimetre by millimetre, one groan at a time. When his lilac-blue organ finally made it through, Merlin could not even make a sound, his jaws clenched too tightly from the piercing pleasure bordering on pain. Then he felt like a flower opening, and a cool wave of corporal satisfaction, smoother than silk, coursed through his whole body. Soon it was energising his every member, shooting rivulets of fire out into every finger and toe, every fibre of his being.
The rhythmic beating had started. Bent over him with his face just a kiss away from Merlin’s, Arthur ground his huge organ in and out of the unlocked orifice, praying each time that the moment last just a little longer, come what may. Merlin moaned and squirmed beneath him, held in thrall by a force stronger than any spell of his making.
On and on it went, their bodies one single rocking and heaving organism, glistening with sweat and whimpering with pleasure. And the rhythm was picking up, slowly but steadily, building higher and higher levels of a crescendo that never seemed to reach its top. As the going got rougher and rougher, Merlin grabbed Arthur’s tight bum with both hands so hard that the fingers left red marks as from heated iron on the skin, crying all the while: “Faster, faster!”
Arthur did not fail to deliver.
Feeling his blood close to boiling, Merlin for a moment laid his head back on the sheets and closed his eyes. Somewhere deep inside he knew he was not supposed to do what he had in mind, but he was far beyond the point of reason, far beyond the point of no return. Taking the words of the spell in his mouth, he let them leave his moaning lips in pace with the pounding that quaked through his whole body. The words came naturally and without effort - it was the same spell he had used once before, at the forest lake where he had seen the faeries of Avalon dance upon the still waters. Back then he had managed to slow the passage of time (as seen from his perspective), so that he could watch the tiniest movement of the little faeries and even distinguish each flutter of their butterfly wings. Now he used his magical powers to do the same, in order to see this moment not only through life’s usual lens, but in every minute detail, wallowing as long as he wanted in this raging ocean of lust.
The going had now gotten so rough that Arthur never noticed the words intermingled with his groaning. And as soon as uttered, the spell took effect as intended. Merlin opened his now gleaming eyes to see Arthur working in full action but like in slow motion over and inside of him. But more than seeing, he could suddenly feel, with every pore of his aching body, everything that transpired between them in this instant. Fully focussed he took in every aspect and each facet of Arthur making love to him; his manly hands against his skin, the light touch of a single hair from his leg, the faint trace in the air - hardly noticeable - stemming from the breath of his open mouth raised to the heavens in a silent cry of ecstasy ... It was a sensation unlike any other - no, not one sensation: a series, like pearls on a string, going from one to the other in a seamless, seemingly unending chain of heavenly impressions. But most important of all, he could feel the very working of Arthur’s meaty dick inside of his own entrails, millimetre by grinding millimetre, each pulsation of the blood vessels in his own system as well as of those in Arthur’s throbbing organ. Ah, let it last! And it could. Did!
After an undetermined interval outside of time, which for Merlin seemed like eons of perfect pleasure, he felt a change gradually set in. Willingly he let it progress. The organ of Arthur was about to explode, shooting its white stars all through Merlin, time and space. And when the royal white cream finally came, Merlin felt it go off inside his body, felt it with the inside of his body, and a power like he had never tasted or believed existed surged through his whole magical being. And indeed that day Merlin the greatest of all arch wizards, as the world would one day come to know him, was truly conceived.
Then, and only then, with his interior brimming with Arthur’s life fluid, did Merlin release his hold on time, and let his own organ release its fountain of cum over both of them. But as he did so - the white milk still flying through the air, squirting and squirting in mythical quantities - he also completely lost his grip on his own powers, both those he so recklessly had called upon in the heat of the moment, and those just engendered inside his magical soul through this most noble union with the royal being that was Arthur. All the remaining power that had built up, power coursing through all his physical as well as magical veins, was suddenly released - and that with a bang. In concert with his own exploding organ, all the doors and windows of the chamber were blown out, shattering to pieces and dust.
Only many seconds later did Merlin register what had happened. In fact, he now noticed that the whole bed where they lay was aglow with a fairy fire of heavenly hues. Even their own bodies seemed to shine with this light. At first he took all these impressions for a trick of the mind after this the definitely best fuck of a lifetime. But he soon realised the wrecked room and glowing bed must be due to some magical energy.
Then and there, it just did not matter. Everything was perfect. He had at that moment all he had ever wanted from life. Inquisitive guards or other eyewitnesses they could deal with later.
As the glow turned to afterglow and softly faded away, Merlin smiled up at Arthur lying on top of him, still panting like a ragged dog caught in a heat-wave, but soon catching his breath. Together they lay there, their bodies a single mass of entangled, wet limbs, gone from frantic activity to blissful relaxation. In his supreme state of satisfaction, cuddled in the arms of Merlin, Arthur had not even noticed the most unusual effects their amorous act had triggered, taking the lights and booming explosions as a natural part of this lovemaking. He was still Arthur Pendragon after all.
Merlin smiled up at him, and for a split second he had the idea to try and save this perfect moment as long as possible through his magic of slowing time itself. But as he caressed the rosy cheek of his long-time companion he quickly decided against it. Here, he did not need his magic anymore.
What he and Arthur shared held an even stronger magic in itself.
The magic of true love.