Disclaimer- Sadly, I don't own Merlin.
The soft grass crunches underfoot.
The cool air swirls up his nose, and he stops, close enough for the lake water to lap at his toes.
Everything is silent; calm, even, as he drops his jacket, shirt, neckerchief, everything, until he is completely bare. Tilting his head back, he breathes deep, with clean, sweet air swirling around his bare skin.
Spreading his arms, he walks out into the lake, chilled waters rising higher and higher, until he can no longer reach the sandy bottom. Floating, now, an unknown current pulls him to the middle of the water. Eyes still closed, facing the rich light of the full moon, he stretches, until a small pair of hands curl around him, one at his throat, the other his chest, and he sinks down into the dark depths of the lake
The hands are followed by a rather feminine body, whose legs wrap tightly around his waist.
Lips at his throat, collarbone, shoulder, she spins until she is on his front, straddling him. When her lips hit his mouth, he is suddenly rid of the strange, dream like state he was in, and his hands tangle violently in her thick, dark hair.
Suddenly, her small, slender back is covered with black fur, and knobs of bone begin to form bat like wings. As her bones thicken and heavy, muscles growing, and she produces sharp fangs, he explores her body further, and is to only find more and more blood, leading to a deep, mortal wound in her shoulder, and there is a heavy, ripping feeling of utter, complete betrayal.
As they sink deeper and deeper, her lips taste of strawberries.
In his room, Merlin shoots up, covered in sweat, sobbing as if the world was ending.
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