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Recap: Arthur is laid at death's door due to the bite of a creature. Merlin to save his Prince’s life gives his own up to Nimueh. Merlin returns to Camelot and delivers the cure to Arthur.
Nimueh does not end up taking Merlin’s life, instead is mother suffers and to save her he plans to return to the Isles of the Blessed and sacrifice himself as planned. Before leaving for the Isles he says his goodbyes to those nearest and dearest to his heart – Gaius, Morgana, Gwen, and Arthur.
As Merlin delivers his farewell to Arthur he calls him a prat in place of the words he truly wants to express, and with his love and adoration for his prince, he readies to leave for the Isles of the Blessed.
In that time Gaius tries to take Merlin’s place and races to the Isles. Merlin races after him. Rescuing his Teacher and killing Nimueh in the process.
Season 1 ends.
The story continues…
A few days after returning from the Isles Merlin entered Arthurs chambers to complete his daily list of chores that Arthur enjoyed piling on him.
Arthurs was pacing the length of this room and upon seeing Merlin he proceeded to remove his shirt and toss it at his manservant’s head.
“Do you see the state of this shirt?! How could you send me out in a shirt full of holes! Get it repaired immediately!” Arthur’s volume increased with every word. “I swear you are the most incompetent servant. What did you suffer some malady while I nearly died that you lost your ability to do your job?” He sneered.
Merlin knew by now to let Arthur wind himself down, so to minimize the blowback in himself.
He watched as Arthur growled and flung his hands in the air and walked away from him, resuming his pacing, shirtless.
“So what's really going on then?” Merlin asked.
“You Merlin, your incompetence is the issue. I do not know if you just walk around with your head in the clouds and therefore are a complete buffoon or if you were simply born that way.”
He swiveled towards Merlin again with a smile that usually meant he would spend the day in the stocks with vegetables chucked at him and said, “ you know what, I think I am going to add another chore to your list and if you don’t like it no matter, you don’t have to complete it. It though is a task that will surely put me in a better mood.”
“What is it, Sire?” Merlin asked, his curiosity piqued.
Instead of replying Arthur walked towards him, his smile growing, placed both hands of his manservant’s shoulders, and simply said, “Kneel.”
Merlin did as commanded, knowing at the end of the day he would do anything Arthur asked, or even didn’t ask. He had proven that just a few days hence.
Arthur pushed his fingers into the frustrating manservant's hair and tilted his head up so that he could look into those frighteningly blue eyes.
“I think this could be a fun task for the both of us” The blonde stated, suddenly nervous. “ I want you to unlace my shoes and pull them off.”
Merlin did as he was told, his heart picking up speed. He slowly pulled on the laces of one shoe then the other sliding it off his master’s feet.
“Pull off my pants now”
The wizard’s fingers at that moment started trembling as he pulled on the drawstring, dragging the wooly fabric lower to reveal pale, well-muscled thighs, that were almost as big as his head. He had seen Arthur naked plenty of times, the boy truly had no shame, and yet this was different.
He let his eyes travel upwards scarcely believing this situation was anything other than a dream. How did he go from being yelled at to kneeling in front of the future king’s naked legs?
“you know I have imagined shutting you up many, many times. I just never imagined I would go about it this way.”Arthur stated, snapping Merlin out of his contemplating thoughts.
The prince then wrapped his hands around his rather sizable prick, that seemed to be doing a good job of defying gravity and brought it to Merlin’s lips.
“I want you to suck. But you don’t have to do everything I command you, just so you know.” Arthur stated.
“Oh, so I can skip doing your laundry? Or better yet avoid mucking your stables?” Merlin jested, talking around the penis in front of him, “Ok then, tomorrow I am going nowhere near your horse's dung, no matter what you command.”
“Merlin, you just shut up for once” Arthur sniped.
“Yes Sire,” Merlin replied grinning. Then he ran his tongue along the tip of the prick they both had been ignoring for good measure.
Merlin remembered the times he and Will would go about doing this to relieve each other, and imagine being with a woman for the first time. He though had never expected to be giving Arthur a blowjob. He licked his way up the long shaft, using one hand to wrap around the base. He then slowly started to suck the tip, pulling more into his mouth as he went. All the while he could feel Arthur’s fingers tightening in his hair, his hips shaking and trying to pull forward, and his moans getting increasingly louder.
Merlin grinned around his master’s cock, pulling it as far into his mouth as he could go, gagging slightly as it hit the back wall of his throat. He pulled out again and repeated the move, bobbing up and down Arthur’s cock, till he heard a roar, and salty cum ran down his throat.
The dark-haired boy swallowed as much as he could, though a little dribbled down the side of his mouth. He ran a thumb across it to wipe off the sticky liquid.
“Did that help your mood, Sire?” Merlin smirked.
“Yes immensely. I wish you to wake me up like this tomorrow morning. So there is one thing you can do right after all.” Artur smiled his all-knowing smile, that showed anytime his ego had been inflated. “I also want you to bring some body oils with you in the morning. I need to show you to do something.”