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.)

THE RULES
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part one

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Morgana was not the type of woman to submit quietly to her husband, even when that husband happened to be the king. In fact, she had the distinct impression that sometimes Arthur secretly cursed the day he married such a stubborn and opinionated woman, knowing things would be simpler if he had taken a more submissive wife.

Not only in his court, she realised with a smile, but in his bed too. It’d taken him a little while to get used to such a demanding woman. She wasn’t sure whether any of his previous conquests had insisted that he pleasure them too. Men of his standing where often selfish as lovers, knowing they had no real need be generous. She’d commanded it though, withholding her favours until he submitted. At first, he’d hated her for it, a little humiliated perhaps, but after time he’d discovered that there was much enjoyment to be had in giving her pleasure. She knew however that he still fantasised about her submission and on occasion she gave it to him, especially when he was cross with her and she needed to soothe his temper.

Now was one of those occasions.

“My lord,” she said demurely as she entered their bed chamber.

Arthur sat in his large chair in front of the fire, an expression of angry brooding on his face. He glared at her furiously.

“Have you come to make my life yet more difficult?” he snapped.

The morning’s meeting had not gone well. He was supposed to be making an alliance with a neighbouring kingdom but the queen had objected, saying that no treaty could be signed with Eleador until their treatment of the druid people in their lands was addressed and reparations made. Eleador’s king hadn’t liked that, demanding that Arthur silence his wife.

Arthur didn’t. It was not a matter he’d wanted to consider at that juncture but Morgana had forced his hand and he felt left with no choice but to side with her. She’d understood why for Camelot’s sake and the greater good, he wanted this alliance but her conscience couldn’t allow her to keep silent in the face of such well known butchery.

But now Arthur was angry with her, the conference standing on a knife point, and she knew the best way to appease him.

“No, my lord,” she said sweetly. “I’ve come to ask you what I might do to repay your kind consideration of my feelings.”

Arthur glanced up and she could tell at once he knew entirely what she meant.

He stood and crossed to her without word, removing his knife from the sheath. It cut so easily through the ties holding her dress and he gripped the material, tugging it hard so it slid down and pooled at her feet.

She remained standing there, utterly naked as he returned to sit languidly in the chair. He starred at her in appreciation for a long moment, as though inspecting his property, before he beckoned her towards him.

“My boots,” he ordered.

She crossed and knelt at his feet, part of her burning with humiliated pride and part flaming with desire at her own vulnerability. She supposed she deserved this as she slowly did as she was told, unlacing and removing his boots.

“My tunic,” he said, once she’d finished, the burning in his eyes now a mixture of fury and passion as he continued to watch her.

She leant over him, her breasts pressing close to his face, but he pointedly ignored the temptation of them, waiting for her to do her job.

Once his chest was bare she ran her nails lightly through the hair there, enjoying the feel of it under her fingers, but he instantly caught her wrist to stop her.

“And my breeches,” he said finally.

He raised his hips slightly to help her as she undid the laces there and pulled the garment down, discarding it to leave him as naked as her. His cock was partially hard and she felt a shiver of anticipation go through her at the sight of it, but waited for his command before touching him.

“I will take my husband’s rights with you once you prepare me,” he said with a nod, spreading his legs wider so she could position herself between them as she knelt back on the floor.