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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[anonymous]

Had to write this xD

It’s cold and the night is blue but the shape Morgana feels behind her is strangely hard and warm. She cant remember when or why she woke up so suddenly, except that this didn’t feel like the body of Guinevere at all; she was so used to her maid’s shape that this must have been why she was suddenly very, very awake. That and the calloused fingers trailing down her arse.

There was only one person she could think of who would dare do this to her at this time of night, right after Merlin’s best friend had died and half of Ealdor pilfered and set on fire. There was only one person, but as the fingers made their way up her legs towards somewhere very familiar, she felt like she had to say something. It had not stopped them, outside Merlin’s house with Hunith only a brick’s width away, but inches apart from Merlin’s slightly gaping, snoring mouth?

“Arthur,” she hisses but she is almost immediately silenced by his fingers reaching between her thighs and his low, Shh. She grew hot just at the sound, and wriggled, trying to move away. She was not doing this.

His other arm slid down her breasts and flattened against her belly, pressing her against him-him and the slight bulge against her lower back-as he continued his ministrations. Though Morgana would rather have Arthur beat her in a sword fight than admit it, his Royal Highness was good. She closes her eyes in rapture as his tongue brushed a thick line down her neck, prickling the hairs on her skin.

“Where’s Gwen?” she mutters (it comes out as a moan). A slight breeze shuffles the branches overhead, an owl hoots from a few leagues away. His dextrous fingers play with her clit and it takes all her strength not to groan out loud in pleasure. She bites her lip and wishes he didn’t have this effect on her; but he was Camelot’s finest stallion, all muscles and hard planes and angular jaw, the fluffy golden hair that she knew so well a touching reminder of the boy he had once been. He angles his fingers and enters her, and she asks herself why on earth she was thinking these things when his touch was setting her on fire.

He doesn’t answer, concentrates on kissing her jaw, and she sees through clouded eyes that her maid was sleeping peacefully next to Merlin. How had that happened?

He curls his fingers and grazes her sweet spot, and she arches against him (the wrong direction), and his other hand is upon her mouth at once, knowing well when she was going to break; she lets the moan roll down her body instead of from her lips, and shudders, but he doesn’t stop. The print of his smirk is on her shoulder as he touches her, again and again, her wetness seeping into the blanket as she felt his hardness press more and more insistently on her back.

“We can’t,” she sighs through his fingers but that was such a miserable plea, so completely contradicted by the delighted way her own hands were moving down his legs, that she felt she could beat him to death if he did stop. A twig snaps somewhere close and Merlin yawns and shuffles; Morgana freezes but Arthur doesn’t, and his thumb on her clit makes her buckle against his touch, a surprised hiss slipping from her throat.

“Arthur,” she murmurs, the word urgent and quiet, but urgent for what reasons she guessed Arthur would never know, because all at once he had flipped her over onto her back and had eased his considerable length into her. She was glad for the hand at her mouth because she bites down, hard, her legs straining against his weight. She sees him for the first time, shirtless and trouserless, the blue moonlight catching on tiny beads of sweat on his broad chest, shadows painting his jaw like stubble.

He moves inside her and she melts, the cold terror of discovery seeping perfectly into hot, wet, red desire as he bites his teeth together, letting only half-grunts and -moans escape. She must have closed her eyes because suddenly her mouth is free and smothered by his tongue, and in between the thrills of impossible pleasure and incandescent touches of his hands on her breasts she wonders what could overcome him like this.

[anonymous]

This was perfection, she thought, and when Gwen turns around it scares her so much she wants to bite down on those dark lips invading hers; he thrusts harder, irregularly, and she thinks she might die; one hand finds his way back to the clit he had plundered and gives it no respite, until her breaths are ripped from her and into his mouth, the mouth that reminded her that it was all right.

It was all so wrong, but when she comes it is like breathing the freshest air whilst falling from a cliff, so perfectly, brilliantly ecstatic it makes her ache, and her insides are turned to liquid as he comes with her, heaving like a horse and clutching at her hands for support.

He collapses beside her and she quickly checks that Merlin and Gwen hadn’t been woken. Then she turns to Arthur and smoothes his hair from his shining face, a face that was still a mask of transcendent peace. She kisses him softly with her bruised lips and reaches for his groin.

“Now it’s my turn,” she whispers into his ear, but it’s lost as his lusty moan shatters the silence.

[anonymous]

OP here!

And thanks! This was great!

[anonymous]

Now, you're evil, I want to read her turn too :P Anyway: hot hot hot