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Chapter 6 – The Handfasting

Morgause was before her, surrounded by light, her expression grim, her eyes full of fear as she looked at her little sister.
‘Be careful, dear sister, your enemies know of your weaknesses, they will soon use lethal forces, be first to deplete them,’ Morgause said before the light could consume her form into light.
The room was full of women as they rushed around the place in panic, the woman on the bed was screaming out in pain, blood was pooling where her legs were widely open and the midwife was sat on, not carrying for her dress as Morgana screamed in pain while her maidservants held her hands and comforted her.
‘My Queen, you need to wait a bit more, when you feel the pain again, only then you will push,’ the midwife was saying but Morgana’s face was full of tears of pain and sorrow.
‘It’s too soon for the child to come, it’s too soon!’ she called out between whimpers and sobs. Arthur was nowhere to be seen but Merlin was close to the door, far away from the chaos that surrounded the bed.
‘We’re here my Queen, you have your companions, since you can’t use magic, they will do their best for the child, for now I need you to focus,’ the midwife said again and Morgana cried out louder as another wave of pain washed over her body.
‘Where is Arthur? He shouldn’t have left!’ Morgana called out and for a moment she glanced at Merlin who stood away from her, his sorrowful and guilty expression scared her more than anything.
‘NO! NO!!!’ Morgana woke up with a start and shot up on the bed, her eyes looking at the sheets as she gulped down air in gasps, there was no blood, no blood at all and it was still nighttime.
‘Morgana what is it? I’m here…’ Arthur woke beside her and held her close. They were still unmarried and not intimate but sleeping together in the same bed was something that started by accident and ended as a needed drug for both to be able to sleep. They were currently in Arthur’s chambers and Morgana was shaking all over as she held onto him for support.
‘It was a nightmare,’ she whispered and Arthur nodded and kissed the crown of her head, she knew that without Morgause’s bracelet things would be different, they had been different for the past year and a half but she hadn’t seen something as real and horrifying in a long time.
Arthur didn’t know how to respond to that, in the few days ever since her return, she hadn’t performed magic before him, nor had any nightmares but he had promised he’d be there for her and he meant it with all his heart, even if he had no idea of how to encounter a scared sorceress.
‘You want to talk about it? Would it help?’ he asked and Morgana looked up at him with shiny eyes, he was giving an effort, he was trying for her, she felt the same relief and safety she had felt after her first return, after her year with Morgause.
‘I… I saw the day our child will be born, the child was probably premature… and you weren’t there… there was so much blood,’ Morgana said in a broken whisper, avoiding to mention Morgause as her sister would always be a very tender subject to talk about, Arthur frowned and hugged her closer. ‘The midwife was trying to reassure me but the pain was so strong and you were nowhere to be seen and Merlin was just standing there by the door, watching me suffering without doing something and I couldn’t perform magic to save our child and I felt so helpless.’ Morgana added before she could have more tears running down her cheeks and moistening Arthur’s bare shoulder as he was sleeping topless like every night.
Arthur didn’t know what to say, he wondered why he wasn’t there and the idea of a premature child scared him, the possibility of losing her with it… having her with the same destiny as this of his own mother made a knot form itself in his throat but he gulped down and kissed Morgana’s watery eyes and cheeks.
‘Now that you have seen it, we’ll prevent it, like we have done in the past with your dreams, I never drowned by Sophia and I never died in that duel… we’ll make it right, Morgana I promise,’ Arthur whispered and kissed her cheek and then her lips tenderly. She was indeed back, that shaken, beautiful woman who cared about the wellbeing of simple people, the woman who smiled at her friends and tried to help the innocent, the women who rushed many times towards him and tried to stop him from getting hurt, Morgana was there and he was going to help her.
‘You’re already too stressed with the handfasting,’ Arthur commented as he laid them both back, on their sides facing each other, his arms around her just like she wrapped her own arms around his topless chest.
‘I just want everything to be arranged. I want the people to be happy on the first of May,’ Morgana whispered, she knew he was trying to distract her from the dream but the image and almost the very smell of her own blood on that very bed made her feel nauseous.
‘They already are, Morgana… so many magical people moved within the city, they have their new houses and they’re ready to pay the taxes, they’re glad you’re here and the simple people, the ones still suspicious are glad I am here… they all know we’re equals and we’re not going to harm each other…’ Arthur whispered and Morgana nodded her head and kissed his lips as he caressed her back above the sheer fabric of her nightgown.
The temperature was rising inside the room as their hands roamed on each other’s skins but they didn’t dare take things further, they had done it all wrong ever since they were young. First grow up as friends, then have a play of hide and seek as teenagers crushed with each other, then they were rivals, then half siblings and now ready to get married, at least getting intimate would happen on the right time, in their handfasting’s night.
‘But not many royals of other countries accepted to attend…’ Morgana said bitterly and Arthur sighed but then chuckled, as bitterly.
‘Well most of them have been trying to take our land so yes… not having them and their spies in court is a relief, dare I say… besides, who cares about them, they’re afraid of what you can see and foresee and that keeps them at bay… while Camelot unites and soon the army will be even more powerful… another fact for them not to dare step a toe within our borders…’ Arthur said and Morgana looked at him proudly, even if younger by two years, he had became a great king, he had been thinking about everything and that hot-blooded male was finally the king everyone had expected of him to be.
‘You’re right, I’m just moaning over silly things,’ Morgana finally admitted and Arthur smirked teasingly, all the politics forgotten.
‘I am used to your moaning over silly things ever since we were children… but I was so patient with you because you were a girl…’ Arthur teased her and she frowned playfully. ‘But I can’t wait for you to moan about serious things the moment we’re a lawful couple,’ he added in a much huskier tone and Morgana sobered up as well as he leaned and captured her lips with his own, their arms again starting a quest on each other’s bodies.
She was a virgin when he had been married already once and bedded many maids as a young man but she wasn’t afraid, it was him and her, they were going to find their ways.
‘You’ll have to wait, three more days, my Lord… you wouldn’t want to disgrace your lady and not have her as a virgin in your first night…’ Morgana murmured teasingly against his lips and Arthur frowned.
‘I don’t mind…’ he said as he sucked on her earlobe, making her gasp.
‘I do, now go back to sleep,’ she said as she tried to push him away from her but he insisted, years of knowing him had their value and she pinched at his sides, where she knew he was ticklish, he jerked and slapped her hand away but he finally moved and laid next to her, with a childish yet adorable frown on his face.
‘You spoil all the fun,’ Arthur accused and Morgana grinned and kissed his cheek.
‘And you try to spoil my first night as a wife,’ Morgana retorted as Arthur hugged her back in his arms but didn’t move to further actions.
‘Well, if you think about it, you have been something like a wife to me for a very long time…’ Arthur said and Morgana looked at him in wonder.
‘Elaborate, please,’ she said in a soft voice, it was a rare occasion when Arthur opened up to people but he always opened up to her, able to share what he felt.
‘I mean… you always pushed me to do the right thing, and darn the consciences, you always provoked me to do something I was worried or afraid to do… you always challenged me in a way as not to intimidate me but show me how much I am worth of… I guess that’s what wives do, right?’ Arthur asked and Morgana remained silent for a moment more before she could capture his own lips with hers this time.
‘I love you,’ she whispered as she broke the kiss and Arthur smiled and took a long lock away from her face and settled it behind her ear.
‘And I love you, do not worry, Morgana, everything will be fine, I promise,’ Arthur said and kissed her lips again, before they could settle back and let sleep take over once more.
Far away from the city’s wall and the castle, Merlin was rushing through the woods to reach the clearing, he had already called the Great Dragon and the beast was in the middle of the meadow as the young warlock reached it.
‘Merlin… so full of trouble…why this time?’ The Dragon asked and Merlin looked at the beast with hooded eyes.
‘You were right, I should have killed her, she’s back, Morgana is back,’ the wizard said and the Dragon flared his nostrils and raised its head.
‘Indeed, you should have listened to me,’ the beast said and Merlin nodded before he could speak.
‘You had told me of an evil alliance of Morgana and Mordred, but now they do not even speak to each other, Mordred has turned against her,’ Merlin said and the Dragon nodded.
‘There are many paths, many futures, Merlin, you know that, and at that time, while the Witch was realizing who she truly was, that was the most clear future to take place, but as it was proven, there were more elements that affected the situation. What matters is what is going to happen now.’ The beast said and Merlin sighed.
‘They’re getting married in three days, I am not sure I can do something about it, Arthur knows about me and he warned me, if something happens to her, by anyone, he will have me killed, and she threatened me as well,’ Merlin said and the Dragon nodded its head and looked towards the couple.
‘It seems like it’s either you or her, I am not sure you will be able to co-exist…’ the Dragon said and Merlin sighed deeply.
‘I know, but Arthur ordered us both to build some bridges, for Camelot’s sake… and I am in no place to say something against it, she has learnt all about me and informed him, my attempt to kill her the night of her birthday, her sister’s death, and she still is furious about me poisoning her…’ Merlin said and the Dragon waited for the worried warlock to ask what he wanted.
‘Could… could she have him under some spell? She claimed that she was under Morgause’s powers and did what she did but she also said that some of her actions were her own doing, the ones considering Uther. She’s honest and that makes Arthur trust her again… but now could she have Arthur under some spell?’ Merlin finally asked and the Dragon looked at the warlock for a moment before he could close his eyes and nod.
‘Indeed she has him under a spell, a powerful spell,’ the beast said and Merlin’s face brightened, all he had to do was to find the enchantment, some powerful spell, he had three days only but he could make it. ‘And she’s under the same spell as well, he put her under this spell,’ the beast went on and this time the young warlock frowned, Arthur didn’t have magic, yes he was born because of magic but he couldn’t perform any, the dragon knew that.
‘What are you talking about?’ Merlin asked in confusion and the dragon looked at the young man almost amused.
‘They’re in love, Merlin, and most importantly, they love each other… Do you know any more powerful magic than that? Or any kind of spell to break it?’ the Dragon asked and Merlin’s face darkened, he hated the beast’s riddles.
‘Still, the witch must die, because she will eventually kill you, and believe me, if you kill her, indeed, the King will have your head, but is if she kills you… the king will be angry, furious, sorrowful but would never hurt his Queen, especially this one… so you need to do it because it’s for your own good,’ the Dragon went on and Merlin sighed and shook his head.
‘How?… she’s going to be Queen in three days, half the kingdom worships her, the Old Religion is being brought back to life… how am I supposed to kill her without having my head on a stake by Arthur?’ Merlin wondered and the Dragon responded.
‘Merlin…the witch has been clinging on one of the versions of the future she has seen, the one which even if ideal, is hard to take place, the one of no bloodshed, or maybe only your bloodshed… but you can stop her… you can stop her before it’s too late, because if the future she has seen doesn’t take place, two things can happen, either have Arthur saved by your help, or killed if she has you down already…’ the Dragon said and Merlin rubbed his face in exasperation, he had tried to kill Morgana before, when he had the chance twice but now it was hard for him to achieve this, now that it was the most important time of all.
‘Tell me how to do it…’ Merlin finally said and the dragon’s eyes gleamed.
‘How did Arthur’s mother died?’ the dragon questioned and Merlin answered.
‘In childbirth,’ he said quickly.
‘Because…’ the Dragon urged.
‘Because Uther had Nimueh do magic…’ Merlin finally said and looked deep into the Dragon’s eyes as the beast allowed him to have his moment of epiphany.
‘The witch will have a child, and she won’t want any magic involved in her pregnancy and labor because she knows… one life is created and one taken, that’s the law of Magic and it’s not an easy one to break… if you make it to slip a potion for her to conceive the soonest, magic will be involved in the birth of this fruit of incest… and then destiny will do the rest.
‘If things go according to plan, Arthur will be away the time the witch will be to give birth and even if her child dies in her place, you will have the perfect opportunity to force her drink a lethal potion, witches are unable to perform magic while pregnant and nursing because of the children’s presence and dependence on them, she will be powerless and when Arthur will be back, he will only learn of his poor wife and child having died because of the premature labor they were forced in…’ the Dragon said and Merlin felt himself shivering all over, he had to kill Morgana as to save himself but having an innocent child killed as well was something entirely different…
‘Do not think of it Merlin, the child is the fruit of incest and she wouldn’t hesitate to do the same if she was to have her way…’ the dragon said as if able to read the young warlock’s thoughts.
‘But what about Arthur?’ Merlin asked and the Dragon snorted, Merlin knew the young King would be absolutely devastated if he lost both his wife and child, the dragon couldn’t understand.
‘What about him? If the Lady Morgana is to die like this, people will think it was natural, women die in labor, the nation will remain united under his commands and from there on, he could find another Queen to impregnate or remain the only ruler and then pass the power to someone else, as long as you’re there to the end to save him from people like Mordred.’ The dragon said and Merlin sighed and shook his head, this is not how Arthur was, if he was to lose Morgana as well… he wouldn’t make it, that much Merlin knew. He had seen Arthur the days after Morgana’s dethroning and the previous days that he was back, the king was as if a new person, happy, determined, powerful, while she stood his ground with her very presence.
‘I… I don’t know…’ Merlin said and the beast before him snarled infuriated.
‘Take a decision and act upon it young Warlock, you have failed to let her die before and you regretted it, now the time has come for her to die, and to take the fruit of incest with her… it’s about time for you to rise by the throne’s side and remain there, otherwise, you will be the one falling…’ The dragon said in strong voice as he opened his huge wings and flew off the ground and away from the young warlock who remained there, knowing the beast was right….

The bells all over Camelot were heard in happy tunes as the 1^st of May had arrived, the Beltane fires were ready to be lit and the handfasting of the two Pendragons would take place soon, and then the celebrations for the entire night and following day could start.
Everyone was in their best clothes, the castle and the court were all decorated with flowers and ribbons, the flags were up in the poles, signaling the union of the couple, hundreds of people were moving inside the city for the events of the day and the royals of other countries who had accepted the invitation –out of true devotion or fear of what Camelot was now capable of- had already gathered from the previous day for the union of the Arthur and Morgana.
Beltane was the celebration of the Goddess mating with the God, in the middle of spring, right before nature could give all her fruits to people, Beltane was about union and hunting, love and breaking the rules, the perfect day of the year to have your handfasting, like the God and the Goddess do. The people around Camelot could see Morgana as the Goddess of the Old Religion, fierce yet fair, beautiful, yet dangerous if she wanted to, and marrying to her half-brother, like the Goddess does with the God who is her son, brother, and mate… And they could see Arthur as the God, brave, a hunter, ready to defend them all for what is right, proud and powerful, ready to become one with Her for the future generation to be created.
Morgana’s chambers were full of maids, most of them witches from a sisterhood she had met and befriended after her dethroning, they were all helping her get ready, the handfasting would take place that day and her coronation a week later. She was dressed in a beautiful white dress, small gems were adorning it and her neckline was low yet decent with elegant fabric, the tail of the dress was long enough to match the wedding day of a royal. Her hair was up in a beautiful bun with small flowers and gems pined in it, her cheeks and lips bearing little color, wanting to show the purity of her nature and body, ready to be weeded to the man she was destined to be bound with.
She would be lying is she was to say she wasn’t nervous, of course she was, it was the day she was finally taking what she deserved in the right way. She was glad the people were happy for the wedding, it was so different from the day of her first coronation, when Camelot was plunged in darkness and blood, two elements she never imagined existing in the day of her glory, two elements she got so familiar with thanks to her very nature and Morgause.
She took a deep breath and pushed all these sad thoughts out of her mind, she wishes Morgause could somehow see her, her sister hated Camelot and what it represented but Morgana was going to change that, she was already doing so with her very presence as a Queen, she was going to achieve what she wanted by the union with Arthur and not more bloodshed.
Other young women at her age would want someone to walk them down the aisle, but she didn’t need to, she had been on her own for a very long time, moving down a small corridor among her subjects, alliances and neighboring royals was fine for her, having Gorlois there would be ideal, the father She knew as one, the father she loved as one. She took a deep breath and braced herself for the upcoming moments as the double doors opened and she moved inside the large throne room.
Everyone was already standing as she started moving in her beautiful white dress the path that had been spread with rose petals, her hair flowing behind her in curls as everyone bowed before her grace.
She felt Merlin’s eyes on her and glanced at his direction, slightly behind Arthur, she knew she once held the warlock’s heart, he was always a friend to her, before he could poison her, before he could turn to her nemesis. She focused and finally reached the aisle and smiled sweetly at the man she loved so much, Arthur, at the man she once tried to kill, while under spells.
Arthur took her hand and kissed the back of it, she smiled at him as she stood before him and allowed the lady that had been chosen from the sisterhood friendly to Morgana to be the priestess for the event.
‘My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen of Camelot, we are gathered here today to celebrate by the ancient rite of handfasting the Union of Arthur Pendragon and Lady Morgana Gorlois Pendragon.’ The priestess started and Morgana, probably for the first and last time, didn’t feel her stomach turning at her surname, she had two fathers, she had accepted that, therefore, she had to have two surnames even if by that day forth, she was to be Queen Morgana of Camelot, all surnames forgotten.
‘It is your wish, Arthur Pendragon, to become one with this woman?’ the priestess asked and Arthur smiled softly and spoke.
‘It is,’ he answered and Morgana smiled at him, her hand slightly trembling.
‘It is your wish, Morgana Gorlois Pendragon,’ to become one with this man?’ the Lady asked Morgana nodded her head and replied.
‘It is,’ she confirmed.
‘Do any say nay?’ the priestess asked towards the crowd and Morgana’s heart kicked at the possibilities, at her insecurities and fears, Merlin could easily spoil this, but she knew he wouldn’t dare. None spoke so the priestess went on.
‘With this cord, I do tie a knot and by doing so, I bind your hands and your hearts, for all eternity.’ The priestess said as she tied the cord of ivory and red ribbons around the clasped hands of the couple.
‘I, Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot, take thee Morgana Gorlois Pendragon to be my lawful wife and Queen. I shall not seek to change thee in any way, I shall respect thee as I respect myself, I shall love thee until death do us part.’ Arthur said his vow and Morgana smiled at him, tears ready to escape her eyes.
‘I Morgana Gorlois Pendragon, Lady of Gorlois, take thee Arthur Pendragon, to be my lawful lord. I shall not seek to change thee in any way, I shall respect thee as a I respect myself, I shall love thee until death do us part.’ Morgana said her own vows and Arthur smiled at her, both having left the world “obey” out of their vows, knowing they would provoke each other even as a married couple of royals.
‘May this union be blessed by the Gods of the Religions of the Kingdom,’ the priestess said and took a chalice filled with salty water from the altar that had been set and raised the chalice above the couple’s heads, towards the north.
‘May the Powers of Air bless this union,’ she then turned towards Morgana’s side, at the left.
‘May the Powers of Fire bless this union,’ she called out and then turned at the other side, the right, where Arthur stood.
‘May the Powers of Water bless this union,’ she called out and then turned her back at the couple with the chalice still raised.
‘May the Powers of Earth bless this union,’ she then turned back before the couple again and raised the chalice right above her head.
‘May the Powers of the Goddess and the God bless this union of their children, Arthur and Morgana and give them prosperity and happiness.’ The priestess called out and then lowered the chalice and dipped her fingers in the water the chalice contained. She touched the cord that still bounded the couple and then their foreheads on the spots between their brows, she then let the chalice back to the altar and spoke.
‘I now pronounce you to be, Husband and Wife.’ She finally said and the two Pendragons moved close to each other and crushed their lips in a heated kiss as the crowd started clapping and cheering for the union of the plain and magical Camelot.
The celebrations started from the moment the newly wedded couple moved to the balcony and the crowd cheered for them as they waved at their people who threw flowers’ petals towards Morgana and Arthur.
The ball room was full of people dancing and celebrating while Arthur and Morgana sat on their thrones before everyone, in the main table. They hadn’t left each other’s hands, as if the cord of their handfasting was still binding them, they smiled at each other, kissed, whispered into each other’s ears and thanked their guests for their gifts while the streets of the city echoed with the celebrations outside. Beltane and a royal wedding was the perfect combination for a full night of a lot of wine and joy.
Arthur and Morgana didn’t drink a lot however, they both wanted to be at least half sober for what was to follow the celebration, it was a special moment for Morgana and they both wanted to be able to enjoy it without alcohol running too thick in their veins.
A new jug of wine was set before them by a young man with light brown locks and black eyes and the boy bowed as he spoke.
‘A gift from the prince of Mercia, with his wishes for a great life,’ the boy said with an accent and Morgana and Arthur smiled and gestured for the servant to fill their cups.
‘A last one, and then we retire ourselves…’ Arthur said, Morgana’s stomach filled with butterflies at the promise his words held, she nodded her head and took her cup.
‘To Camelot,’ she said as they raised their cups.
‘To us,’ Arthur replied with a wish of his own and Morgana smiled at him as they drank from their cups, the slightly bitter taste of the wine made her tongue ache for a moment but she gulped down the liquid and smiled as Arthur leaned closer and gave her a kiss. From across the room, behind a column, unnoticed by the celebrating crowd, Merlin broke his magical disguise and sighed deeply as he saw Morgana letting her cup down after drinking from the wine with the potion that would quicken the conceive of her child with Arthur.
The couple of royals was soon excusing themselves for the night and moving towards their chambers, they had decided to keep Arthur’s chambers as their own in common since that was the place they had spent so much time in as children, teenagers and as a couple ever since Morgana was back.
The moment the oak door was closed Arthur was pulling Morgana in his arms, kissing her lips passionately as they moved close to the bed. Morgana responded immediately, having longed for the moment she would give herself to Arthur.
‘I have been waiting for this…’ she whispered as they broke the kiss in need for air and to take off Arthur’s jacket, his royal red cloak was already off during the celebration.
‘My wife…’ Arthur whispered as they took off his shirt as well and soon he was topless above her, her legs opened but her dress and his trousers still a burrier between them.
‘My love,’ Morgana whispered back as he moved on his knees between her legs and started moving up her dress, she would expect him to take it off quickly and send it flying away, merciless at the delicate fabric but Arthur surprised her by taking his time, kissing every area of skin he exposed as he pushed the dress up her legs and stomach, making her desire pool at her core. ‘Arthur…’ She whispered in a plea and a demand at the same time. Arthur smiled and sucked at her belly button , making her gasp, before he could move the dress higher, she almost blushed as while doing so, he stretched back above her and she could feel his own desire pressed against her stomach.
The dress was finally off her and Arthur’s hot mouth was enveloping one nipple, making Morgana cry out at the sensations he provoked within her. Her own hands weren’t idle, she caressed his fine muscles, the faint scars from his adventures and reached up and kissed one particular, the most familiar scar she knew on his body, close to his shoulder, the one she had caused during a training season of theirs when she was seventeen and he was fifteen and a built man already, able to fight her, she bore no scars of him, he never scarred her, even if he could, she was the one to do that, she was always more ruthless than him.
‘Admiring your handwork?’ Arthur whispered between wet kissed from her breast to her neck and then her face as their bodies grid against each other. Morgana smiled and kissed his lips as her hands griped at his belt and tried to unfasten it.
‘Admiring and loving my husband,’ Morgana whispered before she could be kissed again with a passion only Arthur had. She knew he desired her very much, she desired him as powerfully, blood status and relation didn’t matter before what they had ever since they were young, it was them, Morgana and Arthur and they loved each other.
‘Let me,’ Arthur whispered against her lips as he helped her take off his trousers, he abandoned her arms for a few seconds as to get rid of his trousers and boots, and before he could settle between her legs again, he took off her own boots and admired her body. She looked like a Goddess, fair skin, beautiful curves, perfect bosom and long legs to die for, this was his wife, the wife he always had to had, the one who was born to be queen. He laid back above her and soon her legs and arms were wrapping around him, they were both naked and sweaty against each other, no limits and no buriers now stood between them. ‘Let me love you,’ Arthur whispered as he kissed her one more time and then started moving down her beautiful body.
Morgana gasped loudly the moment she felt him trailing kissed down her stomach to the point her dark curls started. She was ready for him from the moment they entered their chambers but she knew, this was going to be amazing, he wanted to pleasure her as they both knew the first time for a woman is not the ideal. She moaned his name as she felt his hot breath close to her core while one finger moved up to find that special button of nerves that coaxed all the reactions.
She held tightly at the sheets of their bed as he put his lips where his finger was before and his skillful finger moved to her core and entered her carefully, moving in and out just a bit for her body to adjust in what was to follow. She was soon moaning louder than ever before as Arthur didn’t stop his actions while her toes curled and her body ached in ecstasy.
He was soon moving above her and she was embracing him with her entire form. They shared a passionate kiss as he settled between her thighs and Morgana gasped as his manhood moved against her core as if knowing the path to her body.
‘It will hurt a bit,’ Arthur warned softly and Morgana looked determined in his eyes.
‘I know… do it…in one thrust,’ Morgana replied and Arthur nodded, they remained for a second, staring at each other’s gaze and then Arthur captured her lips in a heated kiss as he pushed deep inside her body, tearing her maidenhead and swallowing the cry of pain Morgana gave at the sudden intrusion and pain. The remained like that for a moment as they broke the kiss, Morgana gasping and Arthur panting, completely still for her to adjust.
The torturous seconds flew away in silence until Morgana moved her own hips to show him it was alright and Arthur groaned, never before he had felt that good, being at home, she was the feeling of completeness, of absolution. He soon started thrusting inside her, moving in and out of her tight body and Morgana could only match his thrusts with her own hips until the passion built up and Arthur was determined to have her reaching her peak once again.
He gripped her leg by the back of the knee and pushed it closer to her chest, in this angle he could penetrate her further and have his pubic bone rubbing against her own tighter. Morgana gasped and moaned his name again and again as her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she arched once more in the pleasure that racked her body, the pleasure caused by Arthur who kept thrusting while he watched her writhing in ecstasy.
He was soon turning them around and even if Morgana was unsure of what to do while in control she decided to initiative and started moving up and down while Arthur helped her by thrusting up and inside her welcoming body while he rested on the mattress. Their hands held each other, for Morgana to support herself and their eyes locked with each other. The end was approaching and Arthur sat up and helped her keep moving on his lap, Morgana allowed her body to ache backwards and cried out both in pleasure and pain as Arthur bit on one of her nipples, her own nails scratched on his shoulders, the place from where she was holding herself.
Soon their cries of ecstasy echoed through the room and blended with the noise from the celebrations outside, as their illuminated by the full moon bodies melted against each other, while Arthur came inside his new wife’s body while she held on to him for dear life, showering his face with kisses of love and passion.
In those late hours of night, a child was conceived by magic inside Morgana’s womb.
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