Chapter 4: The Once and Future King (2x02)
A/N: Scene added to the end of the episode.
Morgana's legs wrapped around Uther's waist as he rocked her slowly on top of his red cape placed in a clearing of the woods behind Tintagel's thick stone walls. Morgana knew those woods well; her father had taught her to ride there. She had on a dark blue gown, but it wasn't her dark blue gown, this one had pearls sewn into the bodice, and the sleeves were different.
"You are so beautiful," Uther kept whispering over again into her ear, between kisses and caresses.
To Morgana's own surprise, she felt herself take charge of the situation, her hands that had been firmly placed on Uther's chest, demanded obedience. She pushed him off her, onto his back, and before she knew what was happening, she was sitting up, bringing a leg over and straddling him. She eased herself down onto his throbbing member, and she was now in control of their motions. She rode him, moving her body against his in a way that derived her the most pleasure.
"My king," She smiled seductively, tossing her hair, "Does this please you?"
"I'm under your spell, your humble servant," Uther managed to whisper.
Morgana threw her head back, as she continued to rub and caress, her breathing became labored. Uther appeared to enjoy being subservient to her. His hands massaged gently up her thighs which felt wonderful. A desiring look painted his face, and overwhelmed noises of longing escaped his lips. Morgana felt an awakening of her sensual feelings, her long dark hair, absent of curls in this vision, swung down teasing Uther's face. He struggled to control himself. There was something satisfying and alluring about having so much power over him, like he would do anything to experience this joy again. His attraction to her held its own kind of magical power.
Morgana understood that her body was nearing climax. She shuddered, and felt her muscles tighten and intense feelings of overwhelming bliss. Uther whimpered beneath her. She dug her nails into his chest such that she left little red marks on his flesh.
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And then Morgana was awake, her hands digging into the wooden arms of her chair in the dining hall at Camelot. She was sitting next to Uther, who had touched her hand to get her attention. She almost jumped out of her skin. Morgana quickly gaged she must have momentarily dozed off at the feast for William the jousting champion, who was drinking ale out of the cup he had won.
A jousting tourney open to knights had finished earlier that day. Some knight, no one seemed to have heard of, Sir William of Dareah, impressed the competition in the lists. Arthur was away unfortunately, it would have been good to see them compete as they appeared to be evenly matched.
"Our champion has won the right to the first dance with you, My Lady," Uther announced in his kingly voice, he was wearing his crown and garbed finely, "Try not to fall asleep on him, many men would consider a moment of your attention a privilege worth risking their lives for."
Morgana tried to pull herself together, despite the red creeping up her face, and the intense throbbing between her thighs.
"Yes, My Lord," Morgana responded out of habit, obediently like a parrot, then she hated herself, but she got up and away from Uther. Why did she always have to be the object to be won by men's pursuits of conquering each other? They could have their fun but leave her out of it. Maybe she didn't want to escort this champion. No one ever asked her what she wanted.
Morgana approached Sir William offering him her hand. Formally, she was supposed to wait for him to approach her, but she felt bold and in no mood to observe proper custom.
William seemed in awe of her, his features all smiles with cute dimples on either side of his mouth. He had untamed light brown hair and shaggy beard. He radiated a sincere and boyish charm that Morgana could almost find likeable.
He had not the slightest clue how to dance and spent most of the waltz stepping on her feet, then trying admirably not to step on her feet. Morgana took pity on him, seeing his discomfort, she wrapped her arms around him, and brought his body in close to hers, touching chest to chest, hip to hip, allowing one of his legs to fall between hers, well the folds of her long dark red silk dress anyway. Much closer than was acceptable at such an event. Morgana was satisfied to catch Uther's look of shock and annoyance.
"Just sway with me, in time to the music," Morgana whispered into his ear.
William nodded his relief, his breath was catching, she felt his body shaking a little, but he did as she asked. Morgana's arms moved to hold around his neck and she rested her head against his cheek. His arms hugged her firmly around the back, his hands gently caressing her through the silk. It wasn't waltzing, but every man in the room was envious of William at that moment. The first dance was for the champion alone, and aside from the musicians on their harps, pipes and fiddles all the chatter and sounds of cups clinking, and footsteps fell completely silent. Every eye in the room was on them.
The song ended, and men literally lined up to dance with her, but Morgana had met her obligation and rather than returning to Uther's side, excused herself, retreating to the balcony. Gwen checked on her, but Morgana politely explained she'd prefer to be alone.
Uther came out after her a short while later. If he was seething at her behavior, she didn't care.
"Morgana," He said, gripping her upper arm, to pull her toward him.
Morgana was facing him, but refused to make eye contact, she knew she was pouting too.
"Are you trying to embarrass me?" Uther asked sharply.
Jealous? Morgana feigned ignorance creasing her brow, "Why no, My Lord?"
Uther's grip intensified on her arm, he was shaking trying to hold back his rage.
Morgana shrugged off his hand, "I don't feel in high spirits this evening," She spoke formally, while taking a step back, "Put in my apologies to our honored guests, that I will retire to my chambers early." She walked away from him without waiting for his permission.