Merlin (BBC) Anonymous Kink Meme

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MERLIN KINK MEME

Here it is folks, the first Merlin Kink Meme (that I know about.)

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Hope this works for you! - part 1

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Morgana had been a lot of Arthur’s first. His first kiss for a start - both the quick peck on the lips and the proper one with duelling tongues that stole his breath. She’d been the first woman whose breasts he’d seen, when he’d pushed her into the shadows in a dark corridor to plunder her mouth and his fumbling hands had somehow loosened the dress tie around her neck, causing it to fall to her waist. She’d forgiven him only because he’d kissed and suckled at her breasts so adoringly, enthralled by her beauty, the fear of discovery the only thing stopping him going further.

She’d been the first woman to touch his cock, initially rubbing him through his breeches until he was straining against the material and then eventually taking him in her hand. It was the most incredible, heady feeling of pure lust and he’d so nearly come at the first stroke. He knew then and there that she would always have him, that he’d be a slave her beauty if she wanted him to. Sometimes he wondered if that was what annoyed him about her most.

She hadn’t been the first woman he’d had sex with. She couldn’t be. But there had been several occasions when he’d imagined the woman underneath him was her and he’d had to bite his lip to prevent himself from screaming her name.

He’d never expected however for her to be the first woman he saw pleasuring herself.

It was very late but him going to her chambers at night to talk to her wasn’t exactly unusual. What was however, was finding Morgana completely naked on her bed, propped up a little on her pillows, totally and unashamedly exposed. One hand caressed her breasts whilst the other worked rigorously between her widely spread legs. To him she looked like a goddess. Her head was thrown back in bliss, gasps of pleasure falling from her red lips as she writhed. It was the most erotic sight Arthur had ever witnessed and although he knew he should flee, he found himself rooted to the spot as it felt like all his blood rushed to his groin.

Even when she spotted him, he didn’t move. More miraculously still, after a moment of surprise, she didn’t seem to care.

She locked gaze with him as she repositioned her hand a little and he could see two slender fingers slide down to her entrance, circling there a moment before slipping deep inside. The groan he let out was even louder than hers, imagining for a moment that they were his fingers, that he would be allowed t touch her. The smell of her arousal in the air was incredible and by the time she spoke, he was completely under her enchantment.

“Strip,” she ordered firmly, passion rooted deep in her voice.

He nearly tore his clothes, he did it so fast. She glanced him up and down in appreciation, drinking in his broad chest. He liked that she found him pleasing. Even more, he loved it when eyes lingering hungrily on his erection already standing out proud, her tongue licking at her suddenly dry lips as her fingers began to move faster.

“Move your hands over your chest.”

He did, knowing that under any other circumstances this would be ridiculous but right now it didn’t matter what she asked of him as long as she kept up her display.

“Pinch your nipples.”

He did so, hissing the slightest bit at the unexpected sensation of pleasure.

“Harder,” she ordered again and he did it as firmly as he was able, watching as the skin puckered and reddened.

She groaned, clearly taking gratification from it.

“Now, touch yourself.”

He hesitated.

“Arthur, stroke your cock!”

She sounded keenly frustrated and he immediately did as he was told, taking himself firmly in hand and running, long, hard strokes over his shaft. She groaned again as her eyes fixed on the sight, her own fingers moving even faster.

He was so aroused that by the time she beckoned him over, he stumbled there in a haze, falling obediently to his knees at the end of the bed. He leant over and buried his face instantly in her wetness like a man dying of thirst who’d found a pool of water. He licked at her, probed his tongue inside her, did everything he could to make her continue those wonderful noises of pleasure. Her hands in his hair were painful, forcing him to carry on but he didn’t care a jot. His arms hooked around her legs, pulling her closer to him, dizzy with the taste of her.