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Gwen was already overcome with the taste of Morgana, she knew she didn’t need anymore of an aphrodisiac than that, but gazing down at Morgana’s utterly blissed out and debauched form beneath her made her want to try it.
She sipped it carefully, and enjoyed the sweet and heady taste of it; velvety smooth on her tongue. She wondered how much Morgana had drunk. If the bottle was any measurement to go by, it was a lot. Gaius usually filled it to the top and over half had been drunk already.
“Mmm Gwen?”
“Yes?”
“C'mere,” Morgana murmured, reaching for Gwen. She happily obeyed, laying down next to her lady. “I still need your hands on me.”
Gwen stroked over her warm body soothingly and leaned to kiss her. Then, the draught hit - like fire sparkling through her veins, threading it’s way to her very core. She took Morgana's face into her hands as they continued to kiss, licking fervently into Morgana’s open mouth when she moaned. Gwen traced a hand down Morgana’s side, wrapped it around her waist, and pulled her in closer. Morgana clutched her tightly back, curling a long slender leg round Gwen’s so that their bodies were flush and as tangled together as they could be.
It wasn’t enough. The fizzing in her veins continued to buzz and burn, settling deep somewhere deep, and causing her sex to ache.
“Morgana, I need...” Gwen tried, attempting to find solace in Morgana’s mouth, her hands. “I can’t-”
Morgana placed hot open mouthed kisses along Gwen’s jaw, down her neck, and then nipped the soft skin of her shoulder. “I understand,” was all she said, her voice silken and low. Then she reached between Gwen thighs and began to rub her, her hand moving in a slow, tantalizing, stroke.
Gwen’s moan was muffled against Morgana’s throat, her skin was a little damp and she smelled of her familiar rosewater. It was intoxicating to her. She rocked herself against Morgana’s hand, seeking more pressure. Morgana responded with a knowing smile and thrust her thigh between Gwens’s legs. She kissed her again, long and passionately, and then Gwen rolled onto Morgana - pressing her into the mattress and rubbing down onto her cleverly placed thigh.
Straddling Morgana initially offered Gwen some relief from the burning ache, though not much. Morgana seemed to read her mind, she grasped the fabric bunching between Gwen’s legs and tugged it, lifting up her skirts with one hand and with her other began to stroke Gwen’s sex through her underwear. Gwen rode Morgana’s fingers, grasping as they finally found their way under the last remaining layer of clothing to her soft, yielding, wet, flesh.
“Undress me,” Morgana asked, her eyes intently focused on Gwen. “I want your skin on mine.”
Gwen hurried to do just that.
“And yours,” Morgana commanded. “Get rid of all this terrible fabric and let me feel you.” Gwen yanked her dress and chemise over her head and threw them unceremoniously onto the floor.
Both women sighed at the feel of their skin touching and sliding together. Gwen had undressed Morgana hundreds of times, but she had never felt her - never had her smooth, supple body, moving against her own. Morgana stroked up her hips, her sides and cupped Gwen’s breasts. Gwen bit her lip to stop herself gasping when she tweaked a nipple.
Beneath her, Morgana pushed her hips up making Gwen come up onto her knees, then she wiggled down further on the bed until her mouth was under Gwen’s pussy. Gwen swallowed, her eyes taking in the way Morgana licked her bruised lips and looked up at her. Her long dark hair splayed out against the covers. Her tongue flickered out, Morgana tilted her chin and licked.
Gwen cried out. Her legs shook and she struggled to hold herself in position. She reached behind her to touch Morgana’s wet entrance, the candle long discarded.
“I want to…”
Morgana hummed, and shuffled up to focus on Gwen’s face.
“Want what?” she asked, licking the top of her lip. Gwen watched the motion of her tongue with intent interest.
“I want to taste you too, I want my lips on your delicate folds again, let me, let me…”
Gwen let herself be pulled into another wet kiss that left her with her own scent and taste on her mouth. They moved so that Gwen was lying on her side, her face near Morgana’s hip, but Morgana pulled Gwen by her hips back towards her. “Come back to me, I want you to come in my mouth,” Morgana kissed the part of Gwen that was nearest to her, her thigh. “I want to suck on your wet pearl and bring you to the sweetest release.”
Who was Gwen to resist?
With Morgana’s strong hands guiding her, Gwen found herself back in position over her sinful lips, but this time facing down between her creamy pale thighs. She licked, and enjoyed how Morgana squirmed and moaned, and when she moaned it was against Gwen’s own leaking pussy. She held Morgana’s hips and she licked over and over again, only occasionally pausing to suck on her clitoris. She ground her own hips down over Morgana’s face, who kissed, and licked, and sucked at Gwen until she was crying out in pleasure with her mouth still pressed against Morgana’s pink, slippery lips.
At the sound and feel of Gwen moaning and writhing with her release, Morgana felt her own wash over her in another dizzying wave.
***
On the other side of Morgana's chamber door, Merlin put a hand to his over excited crotch. He’d only gone to check if Gwen was alright. She hadn’t returned to have a late supper with him and Gaius, like she ordinarily would have. He’d heard the moans and listened at the door, only for a moment, but he hadn't been able to stop.
All of a sudden, Merlin heard a movement like someone getting off the bed and he sprang away, trying in vain to hide the erection tenting the front of his tunic.