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Mesh	By : Dragonheart Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 5374 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's Merlin, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Pairing: ArthurxGwenxLancelotxMerlinxMorgana

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 1,856

Note: PWP orgy

Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's Merlin, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Once Merlin's scarf went over his eyes, it becomes something different. He can still see them, in a way, because the pictures are burned into the back of his eyelids. Pictures like how Merlin's smile seems so innocent until you look at his eyes, how Morgana's lips are red and eye drawing, how there's a tint of a blush on Gwen's cheeks and how some of the scars on Arthur's chest are light and you have to look closely in order to see them. Even with his vision gone, Lancelot finds it's easier than he might have thought to figure out who is who and doing what. Merlin is easy to keep track of because his fingers keep stroking through his hair, pushing it back out of his now-covered eyes and his sweat-laden forehead. Those fingers trail down his cheeks and brush quickly over his bottom lip before Merlin's mouth is upon him. He kisses, licks and nips at his bottom lip until Lancelot opens his mouth, then Merlin's tongue goes between his teeth and against his. Lancelot moans but the sound is lost amongst everything else. The sheets being scraped by calves and feet and hands and heads. Arthur pants and grunts in his ear, Gwen gasps somewhere to his left and Morgana sighs, soft and long.
Their teeth clash as Merlin pushes his tongue as far as he can into Lancelot's mouth. It runs along the inside of his cheeks, along his own tongue and whenever it does Lancelot moves to return the gesture. Both of Merlin's hands drag down his chest, press hard over his nipples, which tingle underneath the touch, and then go down even further. As they run over his stomach, one of Merlin's hands, the left one, leaves Lancelot's body and he doesn't know where it goes. He hears a noise from Morgana and a whisper of Merlin's name.
With a gasp, Merlin's mouth leaves his but Lancelot isn't sure if the whine from him is because of that or because Merlin takes his cock and moves his hand a slow, horribly deliberate pump. Lancelot pants and gasps and moans and could really use Merlin's lips on him again right now. But that isn't going to happen because he can feel Merlin pressed against his chest, leaning over his shoulder and Arthur pushed against his back. He can hear the sound of their lips and tongues push against each other, which makes something stir in the pit of his stomach and a tingling heat spread around his cock.
"Merlin." It's Morgana's voice, teasingly sweet but also laced with the sort of temptation nobody with a pulse would ignore.
"I'm busy," Merlin murmurs.
"Don't have all the fun wearing him out."
There's the sound of Merlin kissing Arthur again. Then the action is repeated on Lancelot's shoulder. It's quick, clumsy and he can feel teeth scarpe against his skin. The heat of Merlin's body pressed against him suddenly leaves and his fingers slowly trail up his cock once more before they're gone. Lancelot groans Merlin's name but his interest has shifted. He can hear Gwen's soft little moan and feel the brush of her fingertips against his thigh.
There's a soft chuckle in Lancelot's ear. "Idiot tease."
It's Arthur and now he's the only one Lancelot definitely knows the position of. He reaches up to pull Merlin's scarf off his eyes, but Arthur takes his wrist and pulls his hand back down again.
"Keep it on."
Arthur's hips roll and Lancelot feels the prince move inside him once again. There's another cry from Lancelot as his back arches and his head falls back onto Arthur's shoulder. Arthur's lips push hard against the back of his neck, then move down to bite at his shoulder. There's a hiss from Arthur as Lancelot's fingers clench into the flesh of his thigh. He's been gripping it ever since he found himself with Arthur's chest pressed against his back and his fingers then his cock pushing up inside him.
Just as Lancelot gasps again, there's a light touch against his lips, making them tingle as they push down just enough to make him feel the swelling inflicted by bites and rough kisses. Then more fingers trail down his arm and there's no doubt about it being the touch of the Lady Morgana. It's a touch which is soft and gentle, running down his skin just lightly enough for him to know it's there. But, at the same time, it manages to be commanding and even if Lancelot weren't blindfolded and being held close to Arthur he would be submitting himself completely to it.
She takes his hand and pries it away from where it still clutches Arthur's thigh and that's when he's aware of just how heavily his palm is sweating. Morgana presses his palm against what he guesses is her stomach because he can feel the way her body retracts ever so slightly as sensitive muscles are touched. Lancelot's hand is pushed lower, lightly over downy hair and then up into the damp flesh between her legs. The fingers against his lips push down harder. He kisses them, lightly and quickly, before taking them into his mouth as he pushes his fingers up to hear her moan and sigh.
Arthur moves again, thrusts his hips and Lancelot moans around Morgana's fingers. When Arthur moves he hits something which feels so good and is worth the pain. Lancelot's own hips move, his cock presses against Morgana and he just needs more of that friction. It surrounds him along with Arthur's grunts and sighs and the sound of Morgana's small whimpers and cries as she keeps her hand holding his to move his fingers where she wants them to go.
Something tightens inside him and shoots through his body, making his back arch. He thinks he's close, then;
"Hold on a moment," Morgana pants and slips her fingers from Lancelot's mouth to drag them down his chin and neck.
"What?" Arthur huffs and Lancelot can't quite believe they appear to be disagreeing as though it were any other situation. But if there was an argument it was never voiced and it isn't as though Lancelot could have done anything about it anyway.
"Guinevere."
The way Morgana speaks her name makes Lancelot's eyelids flutter underneath Merlin's scarf. Morgana moves, takes his hand with her, keeps it between her legs. The feeling of her legs straddling his and her body against his is replaced by another and it's unmistakeable who it is. Gwen's touch is also gentle, but so caring and softer than Morgana's. Her voice is so quiet he can only just hear it as she asks if he's okay and Lancelot thinks he might have just died. He's only just able to get out his answer and nod.
He still thinks so when he hears Arthur gasp and pant Merlin's name. Arthur releases Lancelot's wrist which he has kept held tightly in his hand to grab at his thigh. Lancelot takes hold of Gwen with his now-free hand, pushes lightly against the small of her back to press them together. She kisses him, he feels some of her hair fall against and tickle his cheek. Gwen keeps kissing him, having to make then rushed as they have to keep parting to gasp for breath. They become quicker when she reaches down, takes his cock, which still feels so heated it's almost unbearable, and shifts her body. Her hips move, roll down, her hand guides him and then he's inside her. Gwen's hips roll and this times their lips keep parting so small, soft moans may slip from her throat.
He hears a moan from Merlin, which mixes with one from Arthur and Lancelot can feel his breath, hot and heavy against the back of his neck. Arthur's hips buck, quickly and suddenly in a movement which feels involuntary. The movement in turn jerks Lancelot's hips, he thrusts into Gwen and it's at that moment Morgana pushes his fingers deeper inside her.
The movement comes again, maybe twice, perhaps four times more but it's too much. Something hot jolts through Lancelot's body and he's sure he can see the white heat shoot before his eyes. As he comes inside Gwen, he holds her back as tightly as he dares and curls his fingers inside Morgana to draw a sharp gasp from her.
For a moment it's like he's forgotten to breathe. Gwen's gasping close to his ear and pushes her fingers through his hair. Morgana keeps moving his fingers inside her a little longer, drawing small circles before she makes a noise which isn't quite a whimper and not quite a sigh before she releases the hold on his wrist. He takes his fingers out from inside her, but rests his hand upon her thigh, rubbing lightly. Lancelot can hear Merlin breathing heavily from behind Arthur. The thrusts of his hips keep coming and Arthur keeps gripping Lancelot's thigh tightly. Then he remembers how to exhale again and does so, emptying his lungs in one long sigh, ending it as he gasps an almost silent apology against Gwen's skin. She smoothes his hair back again, whispers soothing words to him and the movement of her hips becomes gentler. Lancelot feels another hand press against her, feels other fingers push up inside Gwen along with him. The touch is gentle but takes command with such small movements. Unmistakably Morgana.
Arthur still gasps and moans against the back of his neck, still having his hips pushed forward as Merlin thrusts inside him. The movements keep Lancelot moving, pushing inside Gwen, until Arthur groans Merlin's name as he comes. There are whimpers from Gwen, which sound so similar to what he heard from Morgana and then she holds Lancelot's shoulders and kisses him again.
Merlin moans. There's a similar but quieter noise from Arthur, then there's the sound of sheets moving as somebody crawls over him. Somebody, Lancelot guesses Merlin because of that certain way he has of licking at his ear, tugs at the material still over his eyes. Suddenly he can see again and his eyes sting as he blinks, trying to get used to the light and everything around him. Gwen is the first one he sees in front of him. Her face is flushed and some of her hair is mattered upon her forehead but she's still so beautiful, just as she always is. She slides off him, moving carefully as she does and is then content to settle in Lancelot's lap and allow him to stroke back her hair and kiss her forehead. Morgana still looks so elegant and composed, even with her hair somewhat untidy.
The grip Arthur has on Lancelot's thigh is suddenly released as he pulls out of him, having to move carefully. He's only just completed the action when Arthur is pressed against Lancelot again as Merlin leans on him.
Merlin holds the scarf up in front of Arthur. "You should have this on next time."
Arthur doesn't look impressed but it seems he's going to be outvoted, prince or no.
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