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The Magic of Love	By : kdarkbutterfly Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 4251 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Magic of Love
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-ch. 9
- 7
- 8
- 9
**Merlin**
Merlin groans as he forces himself to sit up in his bed at this ungodly hour. Arthur had heard reports of someone using magic inappropriately and wants to go investigate on the winter solstice of all days. It was the shortest day of the year, which means that it is still pitch black outside when they have to ride outside of the walls of Camelot. It is atypical to have Edwin to help him get out of bed and dressed as he knew if left to his own, he’d come stumbling down to the stables wearing not a stitch of clothing.
“Come on Merlin,” Edwin entices him to get out of bed, knowing better than to just yank the blankets off, “You don’t want to keep the king waiting.”
It was a rare night that Merlin is in his own bed, usually he spends most nights in Arthur’s bed, but last night Arthur said that they needed actual rest for the day’s events. Once Merlin found out what time they were riding out, he agreed, though made sure Arthur makes up for it tonight.
Edwin is holding out Merlin’s breeches, waving it in front of him to get Merlin to grab them.
“I appreciate what you’re doing this morning,” Merlin grumbles, grateful to have Edwin, but is grumpy at being awake, “You have the rest of the day off to enjoy the solstice.”
“I’ll enjoy it better when I know you’re dressed,” Edwin replies, not taking the bait of being dismissed before finishing his duties, “Now hurry up or the king will leave without you.”
“He better not,” Merlin growls as he finally grabs the offered breeches and swings his legs out to the side of the bed to put them on. He doesn’t want Arthur to face a sorcerer without any magical protections. Edwin turns to give Merlin some privacy, but he did see the triumphant smile on the servant’s face.
Merlin manages to get completely dressed with Edwin’s help and even succeeds in eating a bit of breakfast before it was time to meet Arthur and a few knights at the stables. More awake, Merlin strides down to the stables where he sees Arthur already chipper and eager to go along with Gwaine, Lancelot, and Percival. Though Gwaine looks like he wishes he was back in his warm bed too. Merlin mounts up his horse and pulls his cloak tighter around him to ward off the cold as their breaths can be seen in the air. Silently, they take off riding into the city, it had snowed last night as Merlin can see the thin layer of snow in the streets.
A few hours later, they’re deep in the forest that surrounds Camelot and Merlin feels as though they’ve traveled this way before. Though given how many times they’ve traversed the forest, every spot seems familiar by now. Finally they come to a halt and Arthur dismounts first to assess the area. Merlin extends his magical senses to see if he can feel any other magic user around, but he doesn’t pick up on anything.
“Arthur,” Merlin calls out softly, not wanting to disturb the peace or alert anyone, if there is anyone within a few kilometers.
“Come here, Merlin,” Arthur beckons him to a spot in the small clearing and Merlin dismounts. The knights dismount as well, actively looking around the area. Merlin sighs as he goes to where Arthur is standing.
“I don’t see anything,” Merlin looks around but still doesn’t see why Arthur stopped at this particular spot. It does seem to be far more familiar, like a memory tugging on his brain.
“Wait,” Arthur looks to the ground and then kneels on one knee, presumably seeing something in the snow. Merlin was just about to bend down to look at whatever Arthur was seeing when Arthur shoots out a hand to grab Merlin’s, pressing something in his hand.
“Arthur?” Merlin looks at his lover, confused as Arthur doesn’t let go of his hand and instead clasps his other hand to sandwich Merlin’s as he looks up at Merlin with a hesitant smile.
“Merlin,” Arthur starts as he takes in a nervous deep breath, “Those few months when I drove you away from this very spot was the worst time of my life. I was miserable without you and I didn’t know why until Gwen pointed it out to me. I was so blind to my own feelings that I didn’t understand why I felt so racked with guilt without you by my side. You are my other half, my soulmate, and I can’t imagine living without you there with me. And so it is fitting that we come back here again so I can replace the ugly memories of my foolish actions with happier memories if you allow me. I love you and would be the happiest man for all of eternity if you will marry me.”
Merlin’s eyes go wide as he finds it hard to breathe past the emotional lump in his throat as Arthur proposes to him. The outpour of love shining in Arthur’s pleading eyes makes Merlin’s knees weak and when Arthur removes his hands, leaving the object in Merlin’s own hand, he looks down. In the palm of his hand is a beautiful ring with a lion and a dragon entwined around a ruby heart with a crown on top. To Merlin it is the perfect symbol for them.
“I…” Merlin’s eyes are blurry with unshed tears of joy as he picks up the ring and shakily slips it onto his finger. Surprisingly it’s a perfect fit, “Yes! Of course, the answer is yes, you clotpole.”
With Merlin’s declaration, Arthur surges up and embraces him in a passionate kiss as the knights all cheer for them. After a few more minutes of increasing passion, Merlin barely hears one of the knights coughs to gain their attention, but ignores it to continue his tactile exploration of Arthur’s mouth with his tongue.
“I hate to interrupt as this looks like it’s going to get good, but I think it’s best if we head back to a warmer place to continue this celebration,” Gwaine finally speaks up to interrupt them. Merlin pulls away, blushing as he already had his hands slipped under Arthur’s tunic While Arthur’s hands were on Merlin’s arse, pushing their erections together with pleasurable friction.
“I-I’m sorry,” Merlin pulls away from Arthur’s mouth and rests his head on his fiancée’s shoulder before summoning the courage to face the knights. Both their hands are back in appropriate view, though their erections are still a bit stiff.
“Don’t be,” Gwaine winks at him, “I just thought I’d save the princess’ dignity of having his bare arse on the freezing ground.”
“Are you insinuating that I’d be on bottom?” Arthur arches an eyebrow at the leering knight.
“Insinuating? No. Stating it? Yes,” Gwaine gives them a cheeky grin.
“Regardless of Gwaine’s shameless morality,” Lancelot takes a step forward with a wide smile, “Congratulations on your engagement. I can’t think of two people who deserve it more.”
“Thank you Lancelot,” Arthur replies, shooting Gwaine a look before smiling back at Lancelot.
“Congratulations,” Percival joins in with a huge grin, “It is about time you made each other an honest man and the people will be ecstatic to know you finally proposed.”
“Wait, did everyone know about us?” Merlin asks as he thought they were being discreet.
“There were bets going around on who would propose and when,” Gwaine grins, “Lucky for me, I won both.”
“Wait, that means that someone bet that Merlin would be the one proposing,” Arthur points out, but doesn’t sound too upset.
“Princess, some people saw how forceful Merlin can get, especially when defending your honor,” Gwaine gives him a leveled look and Merlin blushes again. He never would have thought to propose to Arthur, never thinking they’d actually get a chance at marriage.
“You’ve been planning this since we got Morgana back,” Merlin suddenly looks at Arthur, realizing that Arthur wouldn’t have done this if there wasn’t a chance for an heir that isn’t directly from Arthur.
“Yes,” Arthur blushes slightly as he doesn’t quite look at Merlin, “I knew that once Morgana found the right person to settle down with, she would be willing to have her child become the heir to the throne.”
“But what about…” Merlin hesitates as he doesn’t want to bring up his unusually long lifespan, fearing that he just might have to watch Arthur grow old and die while he will live on for thousands of years.
“We’ll discuss it later,” Arthur replies with confidence as he steers Merlin to the horses, “Let’s head back to Camelot to rejoice.”
~@~
Merlin woke up to an empty bed, but he pays it no heed as he tries to remember the dream he had last night. Cernunnos was telling him something, but for the life of Merlin he can’t seem to recall the words. Something about a child and forever knowing his kin by touching them. Merlin grumbles at the feeling that it was important but it still eluded his memory.
He sits up and peers out the open window to see that it was past the time that they usually get up. Arthur must’ve let him sleep in as he’s obviously gone from the chambers, but Merlin wishes he didn’t. He quickly leaps out of the shared bed, knowing there’s lots of last minute things to do for Morgana and Mordred’s wedding and Merlin still had a few tasks left that could only be done on the day of the event. He rushes on getting dressed, thankful that Arthur left him some breakfast on the table as he scarfs it down.
Once out the door, he heads for the throne room where he knows Arthur will be at this hour. He is in luck as Arthur just finished his business with the nobles, looking royally upset. Merlin dodges the disgruntled nobles, making his way to his fiancé.
“What got your knickers in a twist?” Merlin asks, using Gwaine’s phrase. Arthur just gives him a dour look.
“They’re still going on about how I need an heir and they’re not sure that Morgana will get with child,” Arthur answers with a growl, “They want me to absolve our engagement and marry someone who can give me an heir as well as an alliance with one of the other kingdoms. I just can’t believe they would continue this on Morgana’s wedding day!”
“She will have a child and nothing is going to stop us from getting married,” Merlin assures Arthur and reaches to kiss him as a way to sooth his anger despite his own rising anger at those who want to get in the way of their happiness. He wraps his arms around Arthur as he presses his lips against his, enticing him to kiss back. Arthur, unable to deny Merlin, kisses back and opens his mouth slightly to let Merlin slip his tongue in.
Merlin moans as they deepen the kiss and his magic envelops around them as it likes to do whenever Merlin’s ardor rises within him. Arthur reaches to slide his hands in Merlin’s hair as he increases the passionate kiss, not caring if someone walks in on them. Merlin pulls slightly from Arthur’s lips to nuzzle his neck, seeking that spot that makes Arthur goes crazy as Merlin’s prick fills up. Arthur’s moan goes straight to Merlin’s cock, hardening it and he rubs it against Arthur’s increasing erection. His magic pulses around them, amplifying Merlin’s pleasure as he sucks on that sweet spot on Arthur’s neck.
“Merlin,” Arthur moans as his hand tightens in Merlin’s hair before he releases him and starts to pull back, “Merlin, we can’t.”
Merlin whimpers in the back of his throat as Arthur tries to stop them, but Merlin really doesn’t want to stop. He keeps chasing Arthur’s lips, but his fiancé is adamant.
“Merlin,” Arthur tries again, using his strength to make sure Merlin stays out of kissing range “We still need to get ready for Morgana’s wedding, which is today in case you’ve forgotten.”
“Fine,” Merlin pouts as he looks at Arthur, hoping they could just have a quick session, “But the moment we have a free time…”
“Yes, yes,” Arthur nods his head and swoops in for one last kiss before stepping back from Merlin, “Unless you want to deal with Morgana’s wrath on why her wedding didn’t go as planned…”
Merlin takes in a deep breath to calm himself down, but his body doesn’t quite obey. He manages to tamper down his lust enough to function.
“I better go,” Merlin finally says, knowing that he’ll be alright, “I have to oversee the area that she wants to have the ceremony.”
His job is to make sure the clearing that Morgana decided upon is filled with flowers and plants to make the scene romantic for the ceremony as well as officiating it. He couldn’t believe that Morgana and Mordred came up to him to be the high priest to unite them in the Old Religion. He was astonished, but agreed with great honor to sanctify their wedding vows.
“Go do that,” Arthur smiles at him, “I’m going to check on the knights to make sure none of them started celebrating early.”
They both chuckle knowing that Gwaine would be the prime person to do so and quite possibly drag Mordred into the illicit pre-wedding drinking. With a sigh, they exit the throne room and part ways to finish with the pre-wedding details.
As the day progresses, Merlin’s horniness still persists, even more so when he catches a glimpse of Arthur. He can’t explain it as usually when he’s busy he’s not horny, but today and after having a dream with Cernunnos in it, he suspects something is up. However, any time he tries to pull Gaius aside to discuss it, someone either always interrupts them or just won’t leave them alone. Frustrated, Merlin tried to deal with it himself, by going behind a tree and jerking himself off, but that didn’t abate the lustful desires. It was an annoyance that makes him a little terse as he tries to put it off his mind and be polite to people.
Soon enough the clearing is perfect with vines and flowers growing in the right spots, the kitchen staff ordains the wedding feast is ready, and Merlin’s ceremonial robes are brought to him to don on. People start to gather and Mordred is already up at the altar. Merlin quickly puts on the voluminous white robes, thankful for the many folds and heavy material as it nicely hides his constant erection. He stands at the altar, feeling as nervous as Mordred should be.
“Ready for this?” Merlin asks Mordred, trying to dissipate his own nervousness at officiating the ceremony.
“As I’ll ever be,” Mordred replies with a nervous smile, “I’m more antsy now that I was getting my knighthood.”
The music starts up, signifying that the bride is going to show up and people stand on the sides of the aisle. Soon enough, Morgana arrives with Arthur escorting her down the aisle. Morgana looks radiant in a snow white low-cut dress, showing off her red and gold necklace as a representation of her allegiance to Camelot. On top of her head is a crown of flowers that her and Gwen had woven together. Merlin’s cock jumps at the sight of Arthur looking stunning in his royal ceremonial armor and he silently pleads with the Gods that he doesn’t embarrass himself during Morgana’s ceremony.
Merlin sneaks a peek at Mordred as the brother and sister walk up the aisle and Mordred looks pole-axed as his eyes are only for Morgana.
“You look radiant,” Mordred says reverently as Arthur relinquishes Morgana’s arm to have her stand next to the groom as Arthur stands off to the side. Merlin glances at Arthur and swallows hard as he’s so close to him, but can’t reach out for him. Arthur gives him an encouraging smile before motioning his hand for Merlin to start.
“Today we are gathered here to witness the sacred union between two loving people,” Merlin says, almost forgetting his part in the ceremony, “In the presence of the triple Goddess and in the presence of the horned God, may they too witness the vows and give their blessing.”
Merlin uses his magic to light the two white candles to represent the Goddess and God and calling upon them to witness the ceremony. He then picks up the braided cord of red, gold, and white, the colors being a compromise to continue to show their loyalty to Camelot. Both Morgana and Mordred turn to face each other as Merlin places the cord around their clasps hands.
“This cord represents the binding of your souls as you speak your vows to each other,” Merlin says as his hands slightly shake while he ties a loose knot in them. Morgana smiles at him, trying to silently convey he is doing well so far.
“Morgana,” Mordred starts his vow as he looks at her with love, “You are the love of my life and without you, I would not be standing here. I am blessed to have your love and I vow to love and honor you as the queen of my heart. I pledge my heart and soul to you and promise to uphold your honor and respect. I will love you for the rest of my life and into the next.”
“Mordred,” Morgana smiles lovingly at him, “You have helped me in my time of need and I know you will continue to do so as I will for you. We have a special connection already and it was your kindness that further drew me to you. I pledge to always love and respect you with my heart and soul. We will forever be united in love and devotion.”
Merlin knows he has a sappy smile as he listens to their vows to each other and his eyes drift towards Arthur, meeting his eyes as well. Both of them know that it’ll be soon enough that they make these kinds of pledges to each other. Arthur did tell him of his conversation with Danu and now he can’t wait to be bound to Arthur for eternity. Merlin almost misses the ending of Morgana’s speech and he quickly looks back at the couple.
“I release the cord to symbolize that you freely and under your own free will remain bound together,” Merlin intones as he reaches to untie the cord. Once the cord is free, he sets it on the altar before bringing a set of wedding rings for the couple, “These rings will symbolize your vows and commitment to each other, reminding you of what ties you together.”
He hands each the other’s ring as they take turns slipping the ring on with Mordred sliding Morgana’s ring on her finger and then Morgana sliding Mordred’s ring on his finger.
“With the power invested in me and with the blessing of the Gods, I pronounce you husband and wife,” Merlin announces loudly and the people cheer. Morgana and Mordred kiss each other before walking down the aisle to be congratulated by everyone.
“Well done,” Arthur murmurs to Merlin before he kisses him. His ever present erection flares up with the kiss, forcing a moan out of Merlin as he fervently kisses back. Arthur pulls back with a chuckle, “Don’t worry, we will get our chance. We can’t ruin this moment for them.”
Merlin sighs, but nods his head as he knows Arthur isn’t aware of Merlin’s predicament and hopes he can last until they retire for the night.
The feast is in full swing as Morgana and Mordred excuse themselves for the night and sneaks off to the privacy of their new suite in the castle. Merlin spent the evening still with a heavy erection, but he was able to enjoy the feast by Arthur’s side. Rarely did they separate and quite a few times it was maddening to Merlin as his cock throbs in Arthur’s presence. He willfully ignores it, knowing that they can’t just leave the feast, but it wasn’t until ten minutes after the bride and groom left that his need started to get worse.
Merlin clenches his hands, digging his short nails into the palm of his hands as he tries not to give into the urge of grabbing Arthur and throwing him onto the floor to ravish him. His whole body is aching with lust and agonizing pleasure that with just his will alone, he stays in his seat. Arthur, still unaware of the internal struggle Merlin faces, sits next to him and chatting with an inebriated Leon. When Arthur looks at Merlin with a carefree grin and places his hand on Merlin’s thigh, his resolve breaks.
“Arthur,” Merlin harshly whispers at him as he grabs Arthur’s hand and slides it up to his aching, leaking cock, “I need you. Now.”
Arthur’s eyes widen as he unconsciously squeezes Merlin’s hardened cock and Merlin lets out a low moan.
“Ah, let me see if we can, uh,” Arthur blushes slightly as Merlin squirms in his seat, dying to leave the room for privacy.
“Go, I’ll cover for you,” Leon chuckles as he seemingly understands their predicament, “Have a good night.”
“Thank you,” Both Arthur and Merlin say to the elder knight, though Merlin’s sounds a bit more strained as he still fights the wave of pleasure that surged within him. Merlin grabs Arthur’s hand and stands up, pulling his king along with him. He drags Arthur across the room, not caring what it looks like as he’s more worried about breaking down and giving them something far more licentious to see.
“Merlin, what’s gotten in you?” Arthur asks, voicing his concerns as they leave the room. Merlin unable to hold back, pushes Arthur into the wall near the stairs, hopefully out of sight from the people as he grinds his throbbing erection against Arthur, kissing him deeply.
“I told you,” Merlin pants in-between kissing Arthur, trying to at least give him an explanation, “I need you. I need to be inside you, right now. Something… magic…”
With those last two barely said words, Arthur tries to push Merlin away.
“Magic?” Arthur’s concern laces the word, but Merlin growls at the interruption.
“Yes, magic,” Merlin replies as he just grabs Arthur’s tunic and with just a thought, they flash into Arthur’s chambers.
“I didn’t know you could do that?!” Arthur looks shocked and quite frankly so is Merlin.
“Neither did I,” Merlin replies, slightly in awe, “But never mind that, this is good magic. Sex magic.”
Merlin’s libido had halted temporarily in his shock, but it quickly came back with a vengeance as Merlin takes control of Arthur’s lips. He kisses and nips at Arthur’s lips and jaw, unable to stop himself from wanting the taste of Arthur’s skin permanently in his mouth.
“S-sex magic?” Arthur still manages to speak and Merlin growls as he ramps up Arthur’s pleasure. Merlin’s hands aren’t idle as he tugs Arthur’s belt off, growling once more when he can’t get the darn thing off. Arthur weakly chuckles at Merlin’s inability to get the buckle undone and Merlin couldn’t take it anymore. He takes a step back and glares at Arthur’s clothing, wanting them gone. Merlin’s magic spills through him, granting his desires as suddenly Arthur’s clothes disappear, leaving Arthur completely nude and rock hard.
“Merlin!” Arthur yelps at the sudden exposure and Merlin just waves his hand to make his own clothes disappear, not caring where they end up. He resumes his attack on Arthur, his mouth and hands everywhere on Arthur’s skin as he rubs his insistent arousal against Arthur’s. They both moan, Arthur rubbing against Merlin like a cat in heat, strong fingers clawing on Merlin’s back and Merlin leaving trails of marks on Arthur’s skin with his mouth and teeth.
“Bed,” Merlin demands, barely remembering what the word means as he grabs Arthur’s arm and hauls him over to the softer surface. Merlin’s magic is still coursing through him, singing in his blood which is normal during this time, but what isn’t is the magic pushing him to copulate with Arthur, furthering his need to be inside him, and forcing him to be this aggressive. He knows that after this is over, something will change in him, but right now he has no other concern but to thrust into Arthur’s tight arse.
“Oh Gods, Merlin,” Arthur moans as Merlin pushes him onto the bed and looks up at him with eyes brimming with lust, “I think I like this side of you.”
“Good,” Merlin smiles and he knows it’s not one of his easy going smiles he’s known for. He feels a part of himself, the deeper part that consists of his determination and assertiveness, rising up within himself. This is the side of him that he shows when he needs to make the hard decisions of life or death in the need to protect Arthur. It almost frightens him, but he knows that no matter what, he always is on the side of good. On Arthur’s side.
Merlin pounces on top of Arthur, covering him with his skinny frame against Arthur’s muscled one. He knows Arthur will always be physically stronger than him, but he has magic to aid his strength as he pins him to the bed and he begins his exploration of Arthur’s chest with his mouth. He circles his tongue around one of Arthur’s pert nipples before sucking on the little nub. Arthur moans as he thrusts his hips against Merlin and reaches to grab at Merlin’s hair.
As soon as Arthur starts to tug on Merlin’s hair, trying to get him to come back up, Merlin growls. With a mental command, he flings his magic to capture Arthur’s hands and forces them to release his hair and pin them above Arthur’s head on the bed. Merlin looks up at Arthur’s face in a moment of concern as he sees the slight fear in Arthur’s eyes, but that moment is gone as soon as the lust overpowers Arthur with a deep moan. Merlin smirks as he knows Arthur is enjoying the display of dominance and goes to the other neglected nipple to lavish it with attention.
Arthur thrusts his hips, creating friction against Merlin’s stomach and Merlin knows where Arthur wishes his mouth was on. With a grin he reaches down with a hand and forces Arthur’s thrusts to stop, making Arthur whine with need.
“Merlin,” Arthur groans as he looks down at him and in reply, Merlin starts nipping downward on Arthur’s skin. Once Merlin is near Arthur’s heavily leaking cock, he nuzzles at the tip, lapping up the juices as Arthur lets out a long moan. Merlin loves the taste of Arthur and has an aching need to have his mouth filled with his beloved’s flavor. He takes the tip of Arthur’s cock into his mouth and sucks on the foreskin, wiggling his tongue down the slit.
“Oh Gods, Merlin!” Arthur moans and struggles to move, the only thing he can move are his legs so he draws them up and widens them to accommodate Merlin’s head in-between them. Merlin smiles as he hears Arthur just moaning with pleasure and decides to take it up a notch. With a twist of magic, he conjures a vial of oil made specifically for their lovemaking. He pours some of it on the fingers as he continues to tease Arthur with his mouth just on the tip of his cock. With his fingers slicked up, he takes his free hand to grasp the thick based of Arthur’s cock and slowly slides his mouth down while with his slicked fingers, he breaches Arthur’s pucker.
With the dual sensations, Arthur moans loudly and his hips thrust ever so slightly which is a testament to his own physical strength. Merlin moans with him, enjoying servicing his king in this way and a fantasy trickles into his mind on doing this kind of service underneath a table during dinner. He honestly didn’t know how depraved his mind can get, but with Arthur, he wants to explore this side of him for a very long time.
Merlin slips in another finger to stretch Arthur by scissoring inside of him as he continues to bob his head up and down on Arthur’s thick cock. He knows he has to take the time to prepare Arthur, but his own cock throbs with need and he’s having a hard time concentrating on his pleasurable tasks. His magic sparks across his skin, crackling with an ozone smell permeating the air. He’s sure that Arthur can smell it too, which is something new to them, but Merlin can’t stop. He crooks his fingers to that very delectable spot that Arthur had shown him the first time they made love, causing Arthur to lose control as he yells Merlin’s name while shooting his seed into Merlin’s waiting mouth.
With the last drop swallowed, Merlin licks Arthur’s semi-hard cock clean before sitting up.
“Oh Gods, Merlin,” Arthur looks up at Merlin, “Your eyes…”
“I know,” Merlin replies, knowing his eyes must be fully molten gold as the magic still roils within him. It feels like a small reprieve as he can sense that the magic is building up for the next onslaught. He leans forward to lovingly kiss Arthur, silently communicating his love for him. He releases his magic’s hold on Arthur and instantly Arthur’s fingers are entangled within Merlin’s hair. They both moan as Merlin’s pulsating cock rubs against Arthur’s renewed erection and Merlin knows that the reprieve is over.
Merlin pulls away and reaches to grab Arthur’s legs, lifting them onto his shoulders. Slathering oil onto his eager cock, Merlin guides it to Arthur’s waiting entrance and slowly enters, not wanting to hurt him despite the primal urge to just slam forward. Inch by inch, Merlin’s cock slides into Arthur’s tightly heated passage until he’s fully sheathed inside.
“Merlin,” Arthur breathes out his name with pleasure.
“Ready?” Merlin asks as somehow they both know that the magic is done being gentle with them.
“Yes,” Arthur nods his head and with his acquiescence, Merlin grips Arthur’s hips before pulling out to thrust back in. They both moan as Merlin begins a penetrating pace, magic surrounding them both in a whirlwind but Merlin isn’t sure that Arthur can feel its presence. Though it doesn’t matter as Merlin twists his hips slightly to hit that pleasurable spot within Arthur, causing his moans to become louder than Merlin’s.
Merlin increases his pace to a more brutal force as a fury of magic whips into a frenzied storm brews inside him, breaking the barrier of pain and pleasure with each pounding of skin against skin. In the back of his mind he knows he’s leaving marks on Arthur’s hips that’ll take weeks to heal as well as Arthur being unable to sit down properly just as long. He promises himself that he’ll heal Arthur and with that the worry is washed away as the magic tears through him like a rushing river and his own orgasm explodes violently within him.
He knows his shout of Arthur’s name must have been heard throughout the castle, but he doesn’t care as he can feel Arthur tipping over the threshold alongside with him. Both are connected in a loop of pleasure and magic for a few seconds before the magic shoots like a speeding arrow to somewhere else in the castle, leaving Merlin completely drained physically and magically. The last thing he remembers is slumping onto the side, next to Arthur, before passing out.
~@~
“Congratulations, Emrys,” Cernunnos is standing before Merlin and Arthur in the forest with a wide grin. Merlin blinks, wondering how that got here, but then realizes that this must be a dream, similar to the dream last night when Cernunnos had talked to him before.
“What just happened?” Arthur growls as he moves to stand between Merlin and Cernunnos in a protective manner, which makes Merlin smiles slightly.
“Relax young Pendragon,” Cernunnos replies, “I won’t harm either of you. I am Cernunnos, the horned god.”
Merlin sees Arthur only relaxing a little bit, so he takes a step to stand by Arthur’s side and reaches to entwine his hand with Arthur’s.
“I told you it was sex magic,” Merlin says to Arthur with a smile, knowing that if the horned god was involved, sex usually ensues.
“That and a little bit more,” Cernunnos chuckles, “I had told Emrys what was going to happen, but I’m guessing the dream didn’t take hold into the waking world.”
“Wait, so you knew what was going to happen and you didn’t tell me?” Arthur looks at Merlin, “I thought we agreed to not have any secrets between us anymore.”
“It’s not like I purposely withheld the information,” Merlin protests, “I remembered that Cernunnos was in my dream, but I didn’t remember what was said. And don’t forget, we were both pretty busy with Morgana’s wedding.”
“Yes, Morgana and Mordred,” Cernunnos interrupts them with a smile, “You’ll be happy to know that Morgana will conceive a child this night thanks to the both of you.”
Both of them stare at Cernunnos.
“So we helped ensuring that Morgana is with child?” Arthur asks as Merlin remembers the previous dream he had with Cernunnos.
“Yes,” Merlin answers instead of Cernunnos, knowing what he had told Merlin before, “A fertility spell was cast on me because with my magic I was able to amplify the spell and send it directly to Morgana while they also had sex. With the spell and my magic, I created a bond with the child not unlike what Godmother and Godfather had done for me. I’ll be connected with the child because while physically he’ll be Morgana’s and Mordred’s, but magically he’ll be ours, Arthur.”
He looks at Arthur with a smile as he explains what happened, watching Arthur’s eyes go wide with the implications.
“So he’ll be our son as well?” Arthur asks softly.
“Yes,” Merlin nods his head and Arthur promptly pulls him closer and kisses him. The kiss lasts for a few minutes before Merlin realizes that Cernunnos is still there and pulls back.
“One last thing,” Cernunnos says after they stopped, though clearly looked intrigued at the prospect of them continuing to kiss, “The child will not be able to use magic, but will pass down the potential of magic to your descendants.”
They both nod as it makes sense to Merlin since magic is going into hibernation soon.
“And I’ll be able to recognize our descendants just by touching them, right?” Merlin asks as he fuzzily remembers that from the other dream.
“Yes, your magic will recognize the familial spark of magic within those that have Pendragon blood through direct touch,” Cernunnos answers, “Now that an heir has been secured, I am looking forward to your marriage ceremony.”
“You’ll have to wait a few months,” Merlin replies with a grin, “We’re going to do it on Beltane.”
“A very appropriate time,” Cernunnos grins back.
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