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Cursed	By : MyobiMarishka Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 4868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When the king’s delegation started to proclaim a new decree pertaining heritable lands including Ealdor, Merlin was standing as white as a freshly washed linen among the rest of the villagers.
Voices could be hear - some of them whispering, some applauding timorously, everything kept on the secure, anonymous level so that no one would face consequences. His ears stayed deaf to everything but the low, threatening voice of a man reading the edict.
‘From today on, magic is outlawed.’ He spoke reverently, ‘Without any exception, we will dispose of every magic user inhabitating the lands of Albion.’
Merlin felt a thrill down his spine and his mouth gaped a little. What? Why…?
‘…however, the king do realize that witches and sorcerers are as evil as they are devious. That is why, to ensure that they won’t escape punishment by bogus declarations of forsaking their powers, new methods were formulated. Tonight, a ritual will take place…a ritual, which will bring the beginning of their end. ’
From the corner of his eye Merlin could spot his mother’s wide, unbelieving eyes; her body trembling with shock and anger – motherly love determined to fight anything that threatens her beloved child’s well being. No one knew about him. No one despite Hunith.
Merlin did his best to remain as composed as possible and took her hand , squeezing it in what he hoped was reassuring gesture, knuckles brushing lightly, tenderly, calming and loving; saying that everything will be fine. Even when he didn’t believe it himself.

***

Said ritual appeared to be a shaman’s little ‘performance’, casting a curse upon those who dared to be born with magical abilities, just in case anyone like that was unfortunate enough to live in Ealdor.

Merlin had a feeling that his heavy breathing was unnaturally loud and frantic as he listened to the recited words, carried by the night breeze.
‘… you shall return to where you came from; to your roots, decayed and filthy, you will be crawling and struggling to live, struggling against invisible bonds until the day your repulsive essence becomes one with the void it steamed from… until the day you die. And this day will come faster than you deserve it.’
Until the day he dies. Is that what he deserved?

***

‘Mom…’ as soon as the door closed behind them, Merlin covered his face with both hands and collapsed miserably on the bed. ‘I am a monster, aren’t I? And now, I…I…’
Hunith sat next to him, protective hand already caressing his bony cheek extremely gently, as if afraid that even her touch could break him right now, turning his body into dust.
‘You will always be my beloved child.’ she whispered then, her palm moving to rest on his hair, ‘Nothing can ever change that. And nothing will harm you when I am by your side.’
Her boy. Her deeply beloved child.
‘I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.’

***

But things started happening after that fateful night. Merlin was feeling feverish , his body weak and vulnerable, giving up even if his mind still refused to.

‘A curse…’ he repeated once, awakened in the middle of the night.
He would suffer until the moment of his death, proving his guilt; leaving his mother alone in the darkness of this world. How was this fair? Any of this?
He stayed awake until the first rays of morning light caressed his skin.

***

Nightmares. He stopped counting time, laying in his bed for days which turned into weeks; then into months; Hunith never leaving his side.
Then, one night, he had a dream far different than any other he’d ever experienced. A dream terrifyingly real, almost as if he could grasp it in his hand and feel its texture.
A beautiful, dark-haired woman was standing in front of him, holding a goblet in her hand. When she started speaking he couldn’t make sense of her words, his mind blurring and trying to get away from this bizarre nocturnal fantasy, anxious and fearful of losing something… he wasn’t entirely sure what.
‘Don’t you want to live?’ was what finally reached his ears, though he couldn’t be sure it wasn’t just his imagination. ‘This curse, someone as powerful as you could even escape his fate. Sometimes, that is.’
Merlin had a feeling that he was blinking his eyes, unable to avert them from this strange woman; his legs were heavy and somehow rooted to the ground, preventing any movements.
He wanted to ask ‘How?’ and‘ What should I do?’ or perhaps‘ Is there anything I actually can do?’, but his voice seemed to be sealed deep into his throat, refusing to vocalize his thoughts.
‘There is always a choice.’ The woman spoke again, her blue eyes piercing him like a blade. ‘You are cursed to return to where you came from, to the beginning of your existence. This powerful, thrilling essence of your being steamed from the void, but the void was born inside of your mother, isn’t that true?’
And before he could even think about answering, she did it for him.
‘If your bodies join again, you will be free. Choose wisely, child…because if you decide to die now, your destiny won’t be fulfilled.’

***

Merlin woke up cursing loudly. He could feel his magic raging in his veins, ready to burst into the wall of flames. The dream had to be magical itself, which would also mean that… it wasn’t just a dream, but an omen of an alternative path of him to follow. If he wanted to.
His body shook with dread as the realization ofwhat his choice was finally dawned upon him, breaking him into pieces.
‘I can’t.’ he whispered frantically, his palms going white.

***

Hunith was strangely silent and seemed deep in thoughts for the next few days, making Merlin suspect that something odd happened also to her, that night he had a nightmare. It wasn’t that she actually tried to avoid him; more like she intended to keep secure distance between them to observe her son from afar, for some reason. Nursing him as usual, taking care of him in a best manner – but still, something was noticeably different.
Things were getting worse, and finally Merlin managed to cough out the awkward question.
‘Is something…wrong, mom? I mean… I know things ain’t great-’ he corrected himself after realizing that their situation was bad enough even without his disgusting dreams. ‘But, I’ve got a feeling that you’re different…somehow. I don’t know.’
Hunith’s hand paused on his forehead then, unsure. Merlin’s heart skipped a beat, without any reason at all.
‘It’s nothing, dear.
Merlin bit his lip painfully. He could tell she was lying, of course; she was the only person he cared so much about. He simply could tell just by looking at her face what was on his mother’s mind, that only woman so dear to him, so similar to him.
‘Mom. Tell me.’ Merlin noticed that Hunith was pale, her cheeks without any healthy color at all, hollow and almost as scary as his own as she looked straight into his tired eyes.
When she started speaking, explaining everything to him as if he was a small boy again, Merlin couldn’t help that dreadful feeling of panic embracing his heart. Deep inside he suspected things to be that way, but still… when spoken aloud, the truth seemed much worse than locked somewhere in his mind, silent and safe.
She had the same dream. And she knew everything.
When Hunith finished Merlin averted his gaze as quickly as he could; his face twisted in disbelief.
‘That can’t be happening.’ he said, looking at the wall. ‘This is just impossible.’
Her palm closed around his wrist gently, urging Merlin to look at her.
‘My son.’
‘Mom…’
‘I’d give my own life for you, for your safety. You’ve been making me proud and happy for all those years we lived here; you are my pride and my hope. Everything I ever wished for is you, Merlin.’
Merlin risked a glance at her, his eyes already wet with tears.
‘You grew up and became a rare flower – unique, beautiful and righteous. I will always protect you, no matter what it takes. My dearest child.’
‘This is not right.’ he protested weakly, taking her hands into his and sitting up. ‘You never deserved your son to be like this. And I certainly won’t… I won’t destroy what has never been perfect because of who I became. Mom, please. If I am to die, let me.’
But her eyes were loving and honest as she stroked his hair slowly, reassuringly. Merlin shivered at the sensation, the motion so familiar and well known from his childhood that it was almost unbearable to stand it now, like this. Knowing what was about to happen.
Hunith had already made her mind; nothing was able to stop her now.
‘It will be over before you notice.’ she whispered then, placing a light kiss on his forehead, the distance between them closed. ‘Lie down.’
‘Please.’ Merlin whispered frantically, looking at her with wide, terrified eyes. ‘Don’t. Please. Please…’
Hunith smiled warmly.
‘It’s alright, it really is.’ she shushed his protests gently, caressing his face. ‘You know that there’s no other way, Merlin. Be strong.’
His heart was beating like mad in his chest, screaming and pleading.
‘We can’t do that, mom.’ he whimpered miserably, still trying to fight in vain. ‘What will happen then?’
‘You will be alive. That’s all that matters.’
‘But…’
‘Merlin. Please. Let’s not make it any harder, just…lie down.’
Obeying her had never felt so wrong, and Merlin despised himself deeply as he lied down on the bed, his wet face against the hard pillow. His body seemed awkward and strangely out of place, hands too big, limbs that refused to move properly. This shouldn’t be happening.
‘Good.’ she complimented him in such motherly manner that Merlin couldn’t help feeling sick. ‘Merlin, now…’
The short, reluctantly anxious silence following made him realize what she was about to say.
He reached for his breeches and started to untie them slowly, his hands shaking.
‘Don’t worry about anything.’ she was repeating like a prayer, her hand firm on his shoulder as he finally got his pants open; body tense. Hunith helped him slid them down to his knees, trying to shut her mind, trying not to see her own son while doing something so intimate, something with shouldn’t ever be done to Merlin.
While looking at his grown up genitals like this was bizarre and filthy – she tried not to, it was too wrong- ; the thought of touching him seemed simply surreal.
But Merlin was a young man now, and even if he had never had an sexual intercourse before, he surely had an idea of what to do.
‘You need to get yourself ready.’ Hunith whispered a bit reluctantly, grasping his hand delicately. ‘Just think about something nice. I’m sure you’ve done this before, when you were alone.’
Merlin turned his face away , the sick feeling of being exposed making him almost unable to move or think. He had to get it over quickly, otherwise he would break into pieces.
It wasn’t easy; it wasn’t easy at all to reach towards his intimate area and maneuver here, pretending that his mother wasn’t right in front of his naked crotch, pretending that if she wasn’t looking at him, she wasn’t also thinking about what he was doing. That she wasn’t aware.
‘I’m sorry.’ his lips formed, but the only sounds that escaped Merlin’s mouth were quiet, strangled pants as he started to pump his cock roughly, determined to do it as fast as he could.
His eyes stayed closed, but no matter what fantasy did he try to focus on it seemed almost impossible to get hard. Almost.
Hunith was gazing at the ceiling, trying to help him create this illusion of being alone and safe as best as she could until certain pressure on her forearm made her eyes turn to look at him again. Merlin’s pained sight locked with hers, explaining in deadly silence that his part was done, that he was ready.
‘Alright.’ Hunith said quietly, - just a quick glance at his erect manhood, he was an adult; he’d grown up so much, this boy, her child, her son- and lifted her dress a bit, not enough for Merlin to see anything, but sufficient for easing his access. ‘Are you… ready, Merlin?’
‘Yes.’ he whispered, his voice inattentive and flat as his skin was burning in shame. Merlin felt like adding something, anything, but then Hunith’s silhouette hovered over him almost dangerously, and he no longer had any courage to open his mouth or even to look at her again. It was his fault…
‘It’s okay. Shush.’ and after that Hunith exhaled painfully hard, taking his erection in hand and guiding it inside herself; sinking down onto it in one smooth movement, ripping a guilty moan from Merlin’s throat. His full, smooth lips were slightly parted as she started riding him – their sinful encounter feeling that good, that ecstatic that it simply couldn’t be possible, no, no …- , slowly at first, then speeding a bit to make things over faster.
‘I’m …mom…’ he cried, painfully aware of how amazingly pleasurable her throbbing, hot insides felt against his flesh. ‘I just can’t…’
‘Shush.’ and before Hunith realized what her body had done, she leaned to kiss him passionately, her mouth on his in the most intimate manner. Merlin froze for a second and then started responding reluctantly, getting more and more daring as his dick was slamming into her, hips against hips, skin brushing skin.
For this brief moment, they refused to think.
‘Merlin…’ her words hung in the air heavily, but Merlin’s body just wouldn’t stop moving against his will towards her, yearning to touch and explore; leaving Hunith panting wildly above him. His cock was buried to the hilt when they paused for a second, and taking advantage of this almost peaceful moment , Merlin reached his hands to touch her breasts through the fabric without a second thought. They felt…amazing, big and soft and forbidden against his bony fingers and suddenly he realized that it wasn’t enough.
In that moment, Hunith seemed to understand him on some surreal level and stripped her upper clothing in silence, allowing his heated touches on her bare skin, allowing him to tease her nipples, to grasp and squeeze. Just this once, Merlin’s hands on her were lover’s hands, caressing deliciously.

***

They couldn’t face each other the next day, and the day after. It was hard to live together with the burden of knowledge and the memories still alive deep inside of their bodies, but they were safe, and that was all that mattered. Things finally started getting better and when Merlin truly believed that they will be alright from now on, Hunith informed him that he was to leave Ealdor.
‘I don’t understand… Why? What happened?’
‘You can’t stay here.’ Hunith patted his shoulder lovingly, sighing. ‘A friend of mine, Gaius, is awaiting you in Camelot. You will be able to develop your abilities there. It’s all for your own good, my boy.’
Merlin knew he shouldn’t question her more and he didn’t, leaving his home and setting out for Camelot one sunny day with nothing but a little package with his clothes and food.
Hunith waved him goodbye, and when her son disappeared among the trees, she dared to touch her slightly bigger belly, smiling sadly.
A sin.
‘As much as I don’t want to let you go… it’s for your own good.’ she repeated, a tear on her cheek.
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