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It couldn’t be much longer now. Arthur and Merlin had been riding for hours. They had been right to bring camping supplies as the sun was only a few more hours from setting.
“I still think we should have brought the knights.” Merlin repeated.
“I think we’re fine seeing as I’m riding with the most powerful sorcerer to walk this earth. With that being said, I like to train with new swords, break them in.”
Merlin scowled “I’m not a sword you twat.”
Arthur chuckled. He turned to face him, “Skinny enough to be. Especially in your new clothes. All the black makes you look dangerous. Deceivingly of course.”
Merlin had been given some new clothes and some light leather armor to match when he was promoted to court sorcerer a little less than a month ago.
“I could be very dangerous you know, you’re just you’re too thick to realize that.” He shot back. He heard Arthur huff out a small laugh.
“Dangerous? No, maybe to be around. Dangerous cooking. Dangerous laundry even.”
“What does that even mean?”
“Exactly.”
“Shut up dollophead.” Sounds of soft laughs and crunching earth followed them into the middle of the Darkling woods.
“The Darkling woods?” An unsure Arthur asked Mordred.
The knights and Merlin were gathered around the round table discussing the most recent blight on Camelot. This time it was a drought. At first it was just a dry spell, then it turned into a continues dry and hot season where the crops were suffering and panic started to set in. After some investigation, they found the cause was magical. A literal dry spell.
“Yes, the druids say the magic is emanating from there. Something is happening that they don’t understand. The magic is coming from there but it’s not. It’s the source but the magic is moving to it not from it.” Mordred replies.
Since he’s become the official liaison between Camelot and the druids, Camelot went from being a magical death zone to one of the strongest in magical ties to the Druids. With Merlin, they became an unstoppable force.
“It’s sucking in magic?” Elyan asked.
“Perhaps. I’ve read over Mordred’s report and it’s still very unclear. They can sense something big happening and they can feel the magic leaving and heading there. It’s still unclear.” Merlin shuffled Mordred’s report, reading again for anything missed.
“I don’t know much about magic but it seems like big magic in woods is sucking magic in?” Gwaine questioned.
“What does us losing magic here have to do with a drought?” Leon added.
Mordred and Merlin shared a look.
“It could be anything, could be tear in the veil and the magic is trying to fix it, could be a death of a magical creature maybe? Causing a large imbalance?” He looked to Merlin.
“It could be many things. Magic is a mysterious thing. It’s life in itself which is why we cannot act like we know what it does. As well as why us losing it would throw the land off balance. It’s woven into everything around us. Lose too much, it could break the very foundation of our survival.” Merlin added.
Arthur was listening in silence, a course of action had to be made. “We must ride out to investigate. Merlin and I will go alone, Mordred you will go back to the Druids, learn more what you can and help where you can.”
“Sire, going without knights? It’s too dangerous.”
“Lancelot I need you here. You all are the best knights in all the kingdoms and every citizen in Camelot knows this. Having you all here keeps the peace and my information on our citizens direct. This is a magical issue, not something we can poke a sword at. The return of magic to the land has been going better than I could have hoped, we must continue to nurture this reunion.”
Reluctance to agree was felt but all the knights knew that their king was right.
“Leon, I need you over seeing the council, petitioners and being the point person between the rest of the knights. Lancelot and Elyan, I need you patrolling the market and merchants, times are bad and I’ve heard troubling things. There will be no tolerance for theft and looting. Gwaine and Percival, you will assist the steward in distributing aid to the citizens in the town square. Make sure food is given and concerns are heard and noted in your report to Leon. Guinevere will be running the castle in my absence.”
A silence and determination fell over the hall as the kings orders were taken. Hope filled everyone’s chest as a plan was laid out.
“We will get through this, for Camelot.”
“For Camelot.”
Merlin sucked in a breath as they entered a clearing. The trees were tall around it shading it nicely with sun still breaking through the middle. There sat a small pool with smooth stones surrounding it.
“This is it, I can feel it.” Merlin breathed. Something powerful was here.
“No really? A small pool in a clearing just perfectly so? However did you guess?”
Merlin hopped off his horse, quickly scanned the ground for a small stick and threw it at Arthur. He missed of course.
“Let’s tie the horses there.” Arthur pointed to some thinner trees on the edge of the clearing. “We can walk from here, approach slowly not to disturb whatever’s here. Let’s be as diplomatic as possible.”
Horses were tied and Arthur stabbed his sword into the ground.
“What are you doing?” Merlin watched Arthur with wide eyes.
“A sign of good faith. To show that the peace I’m bringing back isn’t just talk.” He grabbed his dagger and tucked it into Llamrei’s saddle. “Right my sweet girl?” He pet her snout.
Merlin studied his king. Arthur had been pushing himself hard these last few months. After discovering Merlin’s magic, accepting it with only minor issues, he proceeded to finish his slow resending of anti magic legislation. He might not of realized he was doing it but peace was already on the horizon.
Arthur blinked, all the sudden feeling lighter and the breeze cooling sweat that should have been tucked against his chest. He looked down to see his armor neatly stacked next to his sword. He turned to face Merlin.
“Now you really are defenseless. You should do this the right way.” Merlin said softly.
Arthur watched him then nodded. Merlin was right as usual but he didn’t have to admit it. They turned to face the pond together.
“To be fair, when it comes to magic I’m not truly defenseless ever am I?”
“Even if I tried you prat.”
They walked slowly to the pond taking in the sight. Smooth stones littered the edges with some further away, some stacked two or three high. They were smooth and colorful. Arthur leaned down to examine one more carefully. He could hear a soft hum coming from then. He rested his hand on it.
“Careful Arthur!” Merlin whisper yelled at him.
“They’re humming I think.”
“Singing actually.”
Arthur jumped up and they both turned to face a beautiful woman. Her orchre skin was smooth and adorned with gossamer wrappings that looked like butterfly wings. Her hair sat like a crown around her hair, curls free and full of life like the very forest they were in. Her eyes were rich pools of umber that you could melt into. Her cheeks flushed and plump. A kind smile graced her face. The men couldn’t help but feel safe in her presence.
“Who are you?” Arthur asked.
“I believe I am the one you have come out all this way to find.” She took a gentle step out of the pond. Her bare feet landing on the soft soil.
Merlin reached out to feel her magic and found nothing dangerous but everything elemental and powerful.
“You’re not the one doing this are you?” He asked. She turned her head to face Merlin.
“No I am not. Magic in its natural state is never forced. Humans can only wield it, creatures of magic embody it and you Emrys are somewhere between.”
“So Merlin has the power to do or rather undo something like this?”
All three gradually came closer to speak without having to speak so loudly.
“Yes he does.”
“So he can fix this?”
“No King Arthur he cannot.”
Arthur’s brows furrowed confused.
“Only you can fix this.”
Merlin looked at Arthur’s face. Confused and taken aback.
“What do you mean?” Arthur looked at the woman.
“When was the last time it rained?” She asked. Both men were quiet.
“Two months ago.”
“When was the last execution of a sorcerer?”
Arthur’s eyes bounced around trying to remember. “I haven’t allowed a single execution since I took the crown.” He looked at her again. “I took the throne about a year ago.”
She nodded in contemplation. “Magic knows things we don’t think it does. Once unspoken rules become law, then can something really change. Magic could really return.”
Merlin started to puzzle things together. “The official decriminalized was only enacted two months ago even though it’s been overlooked for a year. This happens to be around the same time it stopped raining.”
She nodded and watched him continue to think.
“Why would magic want to leave the lands after it’s been welcomed back? It feels like a punishment.”
She was quiet for a moment. “Your Majesty, blood and water, they are not so different. Both flow. Both nourish. Both remember. Life clings to them.”
Arthur and Merlin watch as she bends to pick up a stone.
“Long ago, when the Great Purge painted the soil red, so much blood was given to the earth that the magic of these lands could not sit idle. It did not understand war, nor cruelty… only offering. Sacrifice. The spilling of life into the roots and stone.”
She handed the stone to Arthur and closed his fingers around it.
“Magic, like the forest, is bound to cycles. It took that blood, that grief, that essence, and wove it into the soul. It became part of the balance. The giving and the taking.”
Merlin could feel the words this deity was speaking in his very soul.
“when the swords were sheathed, and the ground was dry once more… the magic waited. It waited for what it had come to know as the price of life. Blood, not water. And so the rains ceased, not out of anger, but confusion. They did not know they, too, were meant to be part of the cycle.
Now, the land thirsts, not just for water but for meaning. The balance has been broken, not by what was done… but by what was not undone.”
Arthur holds the stone in his hands. Worrying the smooth groves with his thumbs. “So my kingdom thirsts for blood? Is this peace I am fighting to achieve the very blight that is not cast upon my people?”
“Arthur no, she is telling us that we can change. We can rip the final roots of the purge from Camelot, the last remnants of that time.” Merlin stepped to Arthur.
He looks at Merlin then back to the spirit. “Is this true? Is this possible?”
She smiles at him kindly. “Yes your majesty. The earth can feel all you’ve done, it can feel you are pure of heart. You will birth Camelot a new. Nurture and feed her strong. You will cradle her and raise her up from the ashes of the purge into a new world.” She finishes this with her arms slightly stretched open to him.
Merlin looks at Arthur with feelings so strong in him he cannot name them. His king, the man he fights for with every breath.
“You make it sound as if I am a woman to mother her child.” Arthur says.
His head is down so he can’t see Merlin’s frustrated glare. How much he knows Arthur cannot take being spoken to with that kind of fervor if it isn’t anger.
He also misses the glint in her eye.
She straightens up and stares Arthur down as if she has come to her final decision. “Camelot is your babe, she needs you. The soil calls for your essence. Water her. Give to her and she will soak the lands with you.”
Both men watch with stunned eyes as she explodes softly into a shining gold light and hundreds of golden butterflies spread forth.
Then the spiral into a stream and headed straight for Arthur. Then collided with him in a glowing light sending him off his feet. Which is the last thing Merlin saw before a golden light shined so bright he had to look away.
Merlin blinked slowly as his eyes adjusted. He could hear a groan behind him a feminine groan.
He rubbed his eyes and turned to where Arthur was thrown on the floor.
“Arthur?”
“Merlin?” A very feminine voice asked.
Merlin stared at his king on the floor. Breathtaking, that’s the first word that came to mind. He watched as Arthur lifted himself up on his arms. His shirt slid down one shoulder as he used the other arm to rub his head. He looked as if Arthur had a twin sister, him but softer. His cheeks still high, lips more plump and pink and his nose still Roman but closer to a button. At this angle Merlin could tell he was shorter now and his weight shifted around. He looked like a Greek statue come to life.
“What?” He mumbled as he pulled his hand from his head. Arthur could see long blond hair between his fingers. He immediately looked down in horror. “I’m a girl!” He cried. He grabbed his breasts to confirm what he already knew. The loose shirt now gave shape under his hands to expose how large his breasts were. They barely fit in each hand. Merlin’s hand could probably hold it perfectly he thought to himself before he could even stop it.
“Arthur calm down-“
“CALM DOWN?!”
Merlin watched as Arthur stood up and his shirt draped across his body and upper thighs like a dress as his pants immediately fell. He huffed out a laugh and Arthur gasped and grabbed them.
“Shut up Merlin this is serious!” He pulled them back up just for them to slide down again.
“They’re just going to keep falling Arthur, your clothes don’t fit right now.”
Arthur huffed and grabbed his pants tighter. “You say that as if I’m going to change back, how are you confident in that assumption?”
“You have to bring the rain back, this is how she wants you to do it, I’m sure once we do, you’ll be back to normal.” Merlin tried to reason with him.
“I just don’t understand what to do. Even less so now.” He watched Arthur stand there shifting slightly. Probably getting used to not having a very important part not between his legs.
“I mean think about it Arthur, the words she used. I mean especially that you’re a woman now,” Arthur glared at him at the word, “it’s your essence.”
Arthur just stared at him confused.
“Essence. Life.” Merlin tried.
Then it hit him “You can’t be serious!” He blushed. It brought back the warm feeling in his stomach.
“Most spells and rituals that use that word point to that sorry to say.”
“And I have to be a woman to do that?” He cried.
“Actually no, I’m pretty sure you could have made yourself cum as a man and it would have worked.” Merlin watched as Arthur got even redder in the face. He wanted to see how far that blush went.
“Then why am I a woman?” He whined.
Merlin stepped closer to Arthur and realized how much shorter he was now. Arthur’s head could tuck perfectly under his chin. Arthur looked up defiantly as if he realized the same thing.
“Probably because of that remark about being a woman. She probably finds this funny.”
“But now it won’t work! I can’t cum as a woman.”
“What do you mean? Have you never made a woman cum before?”
“No! I mean woman don’t spill anything out like a man does. I have had some experiences with women!”
Merlin couldn’t help but smile. “Who says woman can’t spill?” Arthur stares unbelieving.
“How would you even know?” He says rather Brattishly.
“Between being a physicians assistant for many years and making women cum I would know very well.”
Arthur gasped and stared angrily. “You making women cum?” He said disbelievingly.
“Yes, and some woman are like waterfalls. They can gush out much more than a man.”
Arthur was shocked at this. Also shocked that it was Merlin speaking like this, doing these things to women. Was his voice getting deeper?
“I mean, I…” he trailed off. He looked around at a lost. “I don’t even know how to do it.”
“I do.” Arthur whipped his head around. He stared up at Merlin. Very big and masculine at the moment Merlin.
“What??” He cried. “You…” he was at a lost for words.
“Can make you cum. Can make you soak the soil, what she said the kingdom needs of you.” Damn him for reminding him what’s at stake.
“Merlin I can’t ask you-“
“This is no hardship I assure you.”
Arthur stared at him. “Oh gods you’re enjoying this. You like what I look like don’t you!” He yelled at him.
Merlin stared at him with his eyebrow raised. “You know exactly what you look like. You were a handsome prat before but now you a gorgeous. If any of the knights were here I’d have to beat them off with a stick!”
“Shit well yea you do have a point.” He thought of Gwaine and shivered. He sighed in defeat. “Are we really going to do this?”
“For the love of Camelot.”
“For the love of Camelot.” Arthur sighed back and let his pants fall.
“Arthur, this doesn’t have to be torture, we can have fun.” Merlin said softly. “You know woman have more intense releases then men.”
“Really?” He was rather interested in that.
“Yes, and this can also be a learning experience for you. What you feel you can use on the next lady you court.” He pursed his lips at that. Well if Merlin is such a good lover, he can use this to please whichever women he ends up having to court. He could become a great lover.
“Very well. Let the lesson begin I guess.” Arthur stood up straighter and stared at Merlin.
He chuckled. “You know it all starts with foreplay right? You’ve got to get aroused. Darling.” The pet name took him by surprise.
“Merlin don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m being serious.” He got really close. “Let me make you feel good.” He spoke down to him. Arthur closed his eyes and felt his breath caress his face. “Think about how good I’m going to make you feel Arthur. Think of what you’re about to experience that no other man will ever know.”
Arthur gasped and looked up into Merlin’s eyes. Merlin could see a slight sheen on his forehead and his pupils made his eyes almost black. Arthur liked this, he just didn’t know how to vocalize it.
“The things I’m going to do to you.” Before Arthur could react. Merlin slid leg behind Arthur’s and tipped him back until he fell on his ass. He looked up at Merlin, broad shouldered and towering above him. He kicked off his boots easily due to their large size and shimmied the rest of his pants off. Dear gods he was going to let Merlin make him cum.
Merlin watched as Arthur got rid of his bottom half and grew hungry. Gaze predatory. Arthur bit his lip and put a hand on his lap to press against his cock to calm how worked up he was getting just to remember he doesn’t have one at the moment. Merlin stepped between his feet and smiled clearly noticing the revelation Arthur just had.
“You got a pretty little cunt between those legs now Arthur, and I’m going to… how did you phrase it? …Break it in?”
Arthur’s eyes got wide. This was crazy! He needed a moment. “Wait Merlin I uh!” He rolled over onto his stomach and tried to crawl away. All the sudden there was a weight on his back and two arms bracketed his sides. Merlin kneeled over Arthur, arms on either side and knees between his legs.
“Calm down Arthur, let me take a look at you.” He slid one of his knees up into Arthur’s thigh making him move his leg further up, one knee close to his stomach. He felt Merlin sit up. Hand on one ass cheek and the other on the spread thigh.
“Oh wow look at you. What a pretty plump pussy she gave you.” Arthur blushed furiously at this but felt a heat building in him. How was it possible that Merlin was making him feel this way?
Merlin grabbed Arthur’s lips between his finger and thumb and pinched them together ever so softly. “You feel that? Feel how plump? Your pussy lips are like a peach. Little bit of fuzz,” he moved his fingers up and down slightly pressing the lips between his two fingers, “with this seam hiding all the sweet juice inside.”
“Merlin!” He gasped. Hearing Merlin speak so crudely was like nothing he’s ever heard. He couldn’t admit how it made his skin tingle.
Merlin chuckled. “However every pussy is like a flower.” He slid his hand down near the top of Arthur’s lips. “Here is your little bud” when he pressed the lips together something between them sent a shock up his spine.
“Oh!” A gasp left him before he could stop it.
“And now if I open you up I can see your beautiful petals.” All the sudden he felt Merlin spread him and he could feel cool air in a very sensitive place. He could hear Merlin groan. “Fucking hell. Look how wet you are.” He felt him run his finger up and down. Arthur moaned something needy and broken. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen Arthur.” He slid his finger down and rubbed whatever he pinched before.
“Oh fuck!” Arthur cried. He felt something trickle out of him.
“Gods look at you. Dribbling and I’ve barely touched you.” Arthur could feel himself getting needy. Whatever Merlin was going to do he needed him to do it now.
Merlin dragged his thumb slowly over the head of that sensitive bud. Arthur could feel every grove of his finger against it. A deep groan punched out of him.
“Oh wow, fuck…what the fuck…” Merlin chuckled softly at the babbling. He began a slow rhythm of up and down, side to side then circle. Slow and relentless. He could hear himself whining. He needed more. He needed faster. His hips began to buck without his permission but Merlin refused to change pace. He let out a whine.
“Oh I know,” Merlin cooed mockingly sweet, “I’m being so terrible. So mean. I’m not giving you what you need.” Arthur cried out and whined at this. Yes! He wanted to scream.
“You want to cum sweet thing?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me.”
“Make me cum Merlin!” He was barely through the first word before his hand sped up and before he could understand his muscles got tight and could feel something building.
“I can feel how close you are. Cum on my fingers.”
“Merlin!” Like a bomb exploding, all this muscles released and lightning shocked him from his toes to his fingers. “FUCK!”
Arthur was panting as he jerked and shivered occasionally. He could feel Merlin holding one ass cheek in each hand. Moving them in circles softly and squeezing.
“Breathe and come back to me.”
After a few moments Arthur lifted his head from the dirt. “Did it work?”
“No, I made you cum but not spill.”
“I thought you said you could?”
“Who said I was done with you?”
He flipped Arthur over and they locked eyes. “Admit it.”
“What?”
“It was good.” Arthur rolled his eyes, of course he was going to act like this.
“Oh shut up.” He laughed and pressed a bare foot onto Merlin’s chest. Arthur stretched his other leg straight out beside Merlin. “Where’d all that talk come from?”
Now it was Merlin’s turn to blush. “Lots of women like to be spoken to while you please them. They like the confidence.”
“I can see why.” Arthur teased. He shifted feeling sweaty. “Help me, I’m going to take this shirt off.” He leaned up, dropping his leg to the other side of Merlin. Merlin grabbed the sides of his shirt and pulled it off him. When Arthur laid flat he could feel his breasts jiggle when he did.
“Of course she gives you the perfect pair of tits!” Merlin stares hungrily.
Arthur grabs them. “Oi! Don’t call them tits, they are breasts. I’m a respectable woman Merlin.”
Merlin laughs and puts his hands over Arthur’s. “Can I?”
He rolls his eyes. “Ugh fine, I can tell it’s driving you mad.” He moves his hands away and lets Merlin cup them. He squeezes and makes them bounce against each other.
“So nice and perky too. You’d be the envy of every woman. The want of every man too.”
“Oh is that right? Every man?” Merlin rolls his eyes. Grabs a nipple in each hand and twists.
“Oh fuck!”
“If you were a woman I would have devoured you cunt ages ago” that deep voice rumbled.
“Too bad I’m a man eh?” He tried to replay without sounding too breathless.
“Who said that?”
Before Arthur could fully understand the insinuation behind that, a hot mouth closed over one of his nipples.
He gasped and threaded his fingers through those wild raven locks. “I’m sensitive there!”
Merlin looks up and locked eyes with Arthur. Arthur felt move slick between his legs at the dark hungry gaze. “E-even as a man.” He whispered.
Something snapped in Merlin. He scrambled back and got low to the ground between Arthur’s legs. He threw one over his shoulder and spread Arthur’s lips before licking a hot stripe up.
A shout tore through Arthur. Before he could understand what was about to happen it already did. Merlin feasted from him like a man deprived of food. He could hear Merlin panting as he struggled to pace him self. It was sloppy and messy. Then he felt something touch lower. One finger he thought to himself. It slid in so smooth he didn’t even realize until he felt a hand pressed against this ass cheeks.
Merlin lifted his head and Arthur could see him. His face was shiny with slick. Lips flushed and plump. He was out of breath too.
“You are so wet and loose, you just took me in.” He wiggled the single finger and Arthur gasped. Merlin replaced his in pointing finger with his middle and ring finger.
An embarrassing whine left his mouth. He felt Merlin curl his fingers and brush something that shot lightning up his spine.
“There it is.” He chuckled and began to slowly pump his fingers in and out.
“What is that? God Merlin.” His head fell back onto the soil. He could hear himself letting out pathetic little uhhs with each thrust.
Merlin leaned down and licked around that sensitive bud. He put his plush lips around it and sucked softly.
“FUCK! MERLIN! Hnnnngg please!” He could feel that same pressure building again. He needed it. He wanted to chase it like a wild animal.
Merlin pulled his mouth off. “I can feel you getting close. This is gonna be different though. Brace yourself darling.”
Arthur barely had time to question what was happening as Merlin attacked him, sucking again but harder. His fingers however, were slamming in and out of him so fast he could hear the squelching. His crooked fingers doing something, building something big.
“Merlin! Something’s happening!” He cried breathlessly. Merlin ignored him.
It was getting bigger and he was losing control. “Merlin!”
With a final slurp Merlin leaned up and looked at Arthur. Arm moving faster.
Arthur was scrambling. “You’re gonna spill Arthur.” He needed something to hold on to.
Merlin used his free hand to press Arthur’s other leg to his chest.
“I’m gonna make a mess…” he whined out pathetically. Merlin then began to slam his fingers in harder. Arthur could feel something start to trickle out of him. He grabbed his own breasts for purchase as he felt something break and a gush of liquid poured out of him. A guttural scream left his mouth and he could hear Merlin dragging everything out of him.
The squelching sound turned into a wet slapping noise. As if Merlin was slapping the edge of the pond. Wave after wave, surge after surge. He felt himself shaking and the last rivets ran down his cheeks.
Arthur was panting. Each exhale ending on a whine. He let go of his breasts and dropped his hands to his sides. Merlin slowly pulled his fingers out and leaned over Arthur.
“Shh shh, breath Arthur.” He pet his hair softly. Arthur looked into his eyes in shock. How did Merlin do this to him? What pleasure this body held.
The sky turned a dark gray. They both looked up and saw the clouds gathering. They were on the verge.
“It’s not raining.”
“It’s almost there. I think it needs a little more.”
“Merlin, I don’t know if I can again.” He was exhausted. His legs felt like jelly.
Merlin rubbed soothing circles on his stomach. “Just one more, Arthur. This time I’m going to fuck you.” Arthur should have been scandalized but he wanted that too.
“Why?” He said weakly.
“Cause I want to.” He smiled. “Also, it wouldn’t hurt to spill a little of my essence too.”
He grabbed Arthur’s thighs and slid them over on top of his thighs. He took off his shirt that only now Arthur realized was soaked at the front. He blushed. Merlin was a defined man now. Strong broad shoulders. Thick chested with a dusting of black chest hairs. Something possessive came over him.
“Alright Merlin, break me in.”
He couldn’t open his trousers fast enough. Arthur watched as hard flushed cock sprung out. He was wet at the tip and it filled him with pride that he was doing this to him.
Merlin leaned over him. Faces getting close with one hand snaking between them to line himself up. He could feel the head press against his opening. Prodding gently.
“You’re gonna fuck me Merlin?”
“I’m going to fuck you.” Both of them spoke breathlessly into each others mouths.
Merlin pushed in to the hilt in one thrust. He went in with no resistance. Arthur being so wet and relaxed it was a smooth glide.
“Oh fuck!”
“Gods your cunt is eating me up.” He started to thrust slowly. Arthur blushed at these words.
He felt him self moving with Merlin’s thrusts. Before he knew it he was bouncing against his thrusts and Merlin was fucking him like it was life or death. Suppose it was.
It went on longer than before. Alternating between them breathing raggedly into each other’s mouths or Merlin licking sloppily at his neck. Fondling his breasts or threading their fingers together.
He felt it start to build like last time. He stopped the fall of moans from his mouth to say something.
“Merlin-“
“Don’t worry I can feel it. It’s gonna be a big one sweetheart.” He leaned down and kissed Arthur sweetly on the lips before kneeling up. He dragged Arthur’s lower half onto his lap and brought his hand right above where he was inside him. He dragged his thumb in torturous circles as he pounded into him.
“Merlin oh my god!” It was the last thing Arthur said before he became a pile of whinny moans and screams.
“Give it to me now Arthur.”
The dark skies were painted above the trees. Silent. In a moment all the birds took flight from the branches as a deep scream echoed far. The sky darkened further.
Arthur felt something wet touch his face. He groaned and opened his eyes. When did he close them? He looked around and saw Merlin sitting next to his prone body. He was fully dressed.
“What happened?” His voice was back.
“You passed out for a moment there.”
He looked down at himself. “Long enough for me to change back?”
“And for me to dress you.”
He looked up and saw the beginning of a strong rain storm approach. “We did it.” He smiled.
“You did it.” Merlin smiled and Arthur blushed. He shifted around and realized he didn’t feel wet down there anymore.
“Strange. I didn’t realize women could get so wet.”
“Arthur, they’re rarely women who can get wet like that and you are by far the wettest I’ve had.”
Arthur looked away and felt embarrassed but proud. Merlin will never forget this.
“Wait, did you…?”
“Cum?” He waited for Merlin to answer. “Yes, after you drenched me I spilled on your lips. Mixing it in with your spend and let it fall to the dirt.”
Arthur wished he was awake for that.
“I’m glad it worked. Too bad I can’t use anything I learned though.”
“Hmm? Why not?”
“You’re not a women.”
They stared at each other, matching smirks. “Wait until I show you your prostate Arthur.”
The end.