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 two

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One finger was all she used at first, tracing it slowly up his shaft and watching him twitch, already seeming to harden further at one simple touch. When she wrapped a hand around him and began to stroke more firmly, he bit his lip, refusing to groan and give her the power of knowing she’d satisfied him. She could tell though, from the way his smooth cock pulsed beneath her fingers and the way the muscles of his stomach clenched every time her hand circled his tip. It was abundantly clear how much he desired her.

“Do you enjoy pleasuring your King?” he growled after a moment.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, my lord.”

To hear such submission from her lips seemed to spur him because without warning he grabbed her hair, pushing the tip of his cock insistently at her lips. After a moment of resistance she relented, opening her mouth and allowing him to thrust inside. He continued to move, holding her head tight but thankfully not going far enough to make her gag. Her tongue toyed with the tip of his cock and she knew that gave him pleasure. So much so that she became half convinced he would release himself into her mouth before very long.

After a moment however he pulled back, settling down in the chair a little again before indicating his cock in an almost disinterested manner.

“Continue,” he said, as though telling her to do something mundane like darn his socks or polish his armour.

The sensible part of her mind would tell him to go to hell. The lust addled part, the one that enjoyed seeing him so painfully aroused yet in control, submitted once more.

He was large and made her cheeks ache after a while, but she moved her mouth up and down him at a rigorous pace, one hand alternatively stroking what she couldn’t swallow and caressing his balls. She would never admit it but she enjoyed the taste and feel of him, the raw power and masculinity it seemed to evoke. Her free hand absently slid down to her own sodden curls, beginning to probe there before a sharp tug in her hair caught her attention.

“Do not pleasure yourself,” he warned in a low voice. “I will decide later whether you deserve it.”

“Yes, my lord,” she agreed with a shuddered pleasure, not really liking how much control she was allowing him but unable to resist. She removed her hand, both of them seeing how it glistened with her wetness when she brought it away.

“Wipe that on my cock,” he ordered and she did so, mixing it with her saliva.

It made her groan when she slid her mouth back over him and tasted herself smeared across his tight flesh. He seemed to enjoy that and she felt him suddenly stroke her hair.

“Such a good girl,” he teased darkly. “So obedient for once. Many men look at you Morgana. None other could have you like this.”

She sucked him extra hard, taking some victory from the way his breath caught for a moment.

“I would be willing to bet that Guinevere has at some point though,” he continued, swallowing hard. “I’ve seen the way you two are. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if you’d had your mouths wet with one another in the past.”

Morgana looked up at him to see Arthur’s eyes dark with lust at the thought.

“I wonder if Lancelot realises that his is not the first name his wife has screamed out in passion...” he went on, indulging the fantasy further.

Morgana moaned at the sudden memories, the vibrations she sent through Arthur’s cock causing him to draw a deep breath.

“What do you think of my cock?” he asked heatedly, beginning to pant.

She knew exactly what he wished to hear and the words tumbled subconsciously from her lips.

“It’s very large.”

“Would you like it inside you?”

The thought of it made her shudder in want, the dampness between her legs spreading to her thighs. “Please.”

“Stand then. Bend over the table.”

She did so without further question, too aroused by it all now to think of the lack of dignity about being taken from behind like some kind of whore. She rested her palms on the surface and waited as he rose to stand behind her. When he was there though, the heat of his body making her shiver, he pressed down hard on her back, forcing her to lie across the table. Her backside rose higher and she felt cool air against her wet folds as the position exposed her more fully.