The masses have spoken again! Merlin's chapter of goodness is coming up. I will be writing a sequel, but it won't be a direct sequel. Some time will have passed from the end of this one to the next. I am trying to decide on a title. I am torn between "Bound by Destiny" or "Bound by Fate". If you come up with a better one tell me in the comments!

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Morgana watched the man above her. He was tense from her grip on his shaft. She had heard about men who had been aroused for too long. It could kill them. She hadn't really seen a man in all his glory before. She wondered what he looked like. Would he be large, thick, or did the clothes distort him too much? Yes, she did love him once…she gave him a squeeze again. Merlin cried out and almost collapsed on top of her. "I know what would please me, Merlin."

"What, My Lady?" he groaned out.

"I want to have you at my mercy. Get up. Strip for me." She commanded, starting to feel more like herself, although she couldn't move her legs and she felt so relaxed. Morgana released his member from her grasp and he got up from her.

"If you wish it." He stood in front of her and began to untie his scarf, the red piece falling to the floor. His belt was next, unbuckled and falling to the floor with a clank. His boots came off after that and his feet fell on the floor with a soft sound. Morgana watched on, fire in her gaze. He seemed to stop after that, almost shy in front of her even with the Fomori in his neck. It was then she came to the sudden realization that he must be very inexperienced in the ways of sex, but a natural at pleasuring her. Perhaps it was the Fomori giving him this prowess, perhaps not. She felt a twinge of sympathy for him, long since dead inside of her. He pleased her so well, and she would help him.

"Merlin, come here." She sat up slowly; all the blood rushing to her head and making her feel dizzy. Strong hands wrapped around her back to steady her. She realized that missed his hands. "Sit down here." She gestured to the spot next to her. He released her, nodded and sat down. Her hands went to his chest, slowly running down to his waist, feeling muscle warm skin and muscle beneath her hands. He was quite a man; lean and strong, which he demonstrated before against the wall of her hut. A wave of heat overcame her with another breath. Her hands closed around the bottom of his shirt and she lifted it slowly, reveling in the skin that it revealed and tossed it behind her.

Her eyes roamed his chest greedily. Muscle, smooth, and virtually hairless skin greeted her. It was her hand next, trailing fingertips from his neck to his collarbone, stroking softly. He still watched her, gaze intense and filled with lustful heat. Her other hand joined the first, trailing over his upper chest. Her thumbs stroked his nipples and he sucked in a breath. "Lie down." She moved from her spot against the wall and got up onto her knees as he took the spot in the middle of her bed. "Sweet Merlin. I loved you once….before…" Her hands resumed the path down his stomach to a slight dusting of hair leading to forbidden places. His breeches were still tented. Her hands ghosted over his manhood then back up to the top of his breeches. "Off." Her eyes glowed and his pants vanished to reappear next to his shirt. The sight that greeted her was one she was not prepared for.

At once her eyes were drawn to his manhood. Even in the dim light she could tell he was most likely a bit above average. The head was dark, nearly purple, leaking a whitish fluid from the tip, engorged by blood. The rest of it was a darker red color. It looked painful. She looked back up at him, recognizing the signs of discomfort she missed. The sweat on his brow, eyes a little unfocused, a grimace of pain in his eyebrows. She could leave him like this. In pain, suffering. She was tempted, so tempted, but curious as well. Curious to see what would happen when he reached the height of his pleasure, how he would look, what sounds he would make. She had fantasied about it enough back in Camelot. With a smirk she settled in between the legs that he had moved apart. She would study the rest of him later; his manhood was the most fascinating to her. He leaned back, moving his hips and revealing the crease of his leg. It made the throbbing organ bigger. It was almost as if he was begging for it. He would have to beg a little louder. Her hands settled on his thighs, tracing circles. "What do you wish Merlin? Do you have an ache? One that only I can quench?"

He whispered, "Yes."

"I can't hear you Merlin." Her hands crept higher

"YES!" he groaned loudly. "Please! Please!"

Her hand wrapped around his erection and he bucked, moaning. More of the whitish fluid seeped from it and it pulsed in her hand. She was torn between watching his reaction and the organ she had in her hand. Morgana had no real idea what she was doing, but it was definitely the right thing to do. Her hand began to move slowly, pale against the reddened skin; he shifted in her grasp, gasping again. A smirk formed again on her lips as she set to work.

She figured out what he liked, when to go slowly, she drew out his sounds, cries, thrusts, her own body responded to the male lying before her, heating, throbbing and growing wetter again. She didn't know how erotic it was to please another person. He was reduced to a mess in a few short minutes, begging and gasping for her to end it. She relented and moved her hand, slicked with his pre-cum, tightening it, short movements of her hand bringing him fast towards his climax. She grew even more curious and leaned down to taste the liquid from the crown of his organ. The taste was salty and musky but not unpleasant as her mouth opened around it, giving a suck, then another. His leg came up and bent at the knee and he pushed his upper body up to cave in towards her, his fists clenched, he thrust into her hand and mouth, groaning and grunting, panting, sweating until he cried out, his organ giving a kick and semen erupting into her mouth.

She was surprised and released his member from her mouth, but kept her grip and strokes fast. His orgasm continued for what seemed like forever as she watched the fluid erupt. His brows were closed and his face contorted with pleasure. She released his manhood and cleaned up his semen from her hand and his stomach with a cloth she found. He lay back against the headboard, breathing hard, manhood returning to a slightly darker than skin color and beginning to soften. He looked at peace. She made a move to get off the bed and it creaked. His eyes flashed open and his hand grabbed her arm and yanked her to him. Her back hit the bed and he rolled on top of her.

"We aren't done yet." He growled out and brought both her hands up above her head before she could react. The earlier shyness had now been forgotten. One hand held her hands together and the other reached between her legs, feeling her wetness and heat. "My lady is wet. So aroused from playing with me. You are the most exquisite woman I have ever seen." He brought his hand back out and stroked her side then braced his upper body away from hers. His knees were in between her legs and he leaned up. She was surprised to find him hard again after such a release. "You aren't begging me to stop." The head of his manhood teased her entrance, dipping and retreating. Morgana was overwhelmed with all the sensations she was experiencing as well as being caught off guard. Her hips rolled up. "Merlin."

"Say it again." He whispered to her, kissing her neck.

"Merlin. I need you."

He whispered something she couldn't understand then his hips pushed forward, stretching her, filling her, it was slightly uncomfortable, but she was so wet he went with no resistance until he was fully seated in her. He pulled back again and pressed forward, groaning in answer to her gasp. Her long pale legs wrapped around his hips to pull them closer together. Again and again, slowly and fully he filled her, every push and pull drawing a sound from Morgana's plump, red lips. He fed at her neck, kissing, nipping, and lightly biting to leave small marks. Both of them were flushed, warm, sweating. She began to push up at his hands, wanting to touch him. He relented and moved his arms to curl underneath Morgana's shoulders, hands resting at the top of her collarbone.

It changed the angle of his thrusts and her gasp was louder than the rest. One hand came around his neck to bury itself in his hair while the other wrapped rested on his back. This new angle allowed him to go faster. She moaned and grew wetter with each sound, movement, look at his face and eyes. Her core began to throb in that increasingly familiar way, small shocks pulsing through it where their bodies met, their flesh warm and slightly slick as they mated. She was sensitive to each movement they made. His hardness reached every place inside of her and her moans increased in volume, her hips riding against him. Merlin began to pant and his thrusts grew faster still, driving her to insanity. His head came up and he kissed her, and she responded eagerly to him, nails digging into his back, tightening in his hair, her orgasm tightening in her core. He began to lose rhythm, and with a few final thrusts broke the kiss and they both screamed as dual releases pounded through them, her core milking him for everything he had, stilling inside of her. His mostly closed eyes turned gold and a tree outside cracked and splintered at the same time Morgana's head was thrown back, powers cracking the same tree. They collapsed together, breathing heavily; his hands stroked her face and hair soothingly.

Her heart melted at the kind gesture. She was satisfied and sated and although she would want to keep this going forever, she had to remember that she had another use for the male atop her. She would have to send him back to Arthur, knowing that only she would remember this day. Her hand stroked his hair as he fell into unconsciousness with a small spell. She stumbled up from the bed and put her dress back on. Her heart was heavy as she used her magic to roll him over and put his clothes back on, and then dragged him over to the chains to reattach them. She destroyed the Fomori head inside of his neck, with the method her sister taught her so it wouldn't grow back. She then cut another head from the beast and told him "Kill Arthur," As she thrust it into his neck anew. He would remember this day differently than she would. Perhaps this is what could have been, had things gone differently. Now that this experience was over, her anger and rage were returning to her, tender feelings toward Merlin slowly going up in smoke. This was just a one-time thing. It would never happen again. No matter how much she craved it.

As she went around the hut she found the two jars she shattered along with a third she didn't remember shattering or the noise from a fall. She looked at Merlin again and dismissed it as a coincidence. It was time to get back to what she was really after. The Throne of Camelot.

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And that is how I got the episode back on track! Don't be upset. It will be fine! Trust me. You will have some surprises in my sequel (including what he whispered to her). I told this from mostly Morgana's point of view for a reason.