The next day Morgana retires ridiculously early, so early it is still light out. She did not even change into her nightdress. She just simply went to her shared chambers and dismisses Gwen and Angela for the evening, claiming a headache. She swallows, tonight she must do what is right, and tonight she must be strong. She had downed the fertility potion the second she got to her rooms, her body is ready, but is her heart?

The door clinks, he is coming.

"Sire the only thing I am saying is that this quest is ridiculous!"

Bruce and Merlin enter, bickering as usual. They stop when their eyes land on her, she is standing with her hands clasped in front of her.

"Morgana, hello."

He says her name with surprise, reverence. He cannot believe she is in their chambers so early. He must have miscalculated something.

"Merlin, Bruce." She curtsies politely.

"I thought you had more training tonight with the priestesses." The king says cautiously.

The room suddenly feels very hot. She is wearing a sinful burgundy gown that goes down to her delicate wrists, her hair down and making a frame around her face, the square neck of her dress is giving him a delicious view of her cleavage…all the reasons he has avoided her come to a boil, then they turn down to a simmer. He must remember his pledge.

"Bruce, you are dismissed for the night. I must speak with my husband."

The manservant looks to Merlin for conformation. The king and Bruce lock eyes. He is waiting for his ruler to speak. The warlock only gets as far as opening his mouth.

"Bruce as your queen I order you to leave."

Both men turn to see her eyes flash gold. The poor boy suddenly feels very uncomfortable.

"Of course your grace, pardon my intrusion. Good night, your majesties."

The sound of wood sliding into place signals that they are alone. She looks over to the door and whispers "Faoi ghlas." He watches her eyes go gold as she locks the door. He cocks an eyebrow, she is using magic…he is…impressed, but she has rudely ordered his servant to leave. He cannot be in awe of her right now as she has crossed a line.

"What was that?"

"I needed to talk to you alone."

"You could have been more polite."

She scoffs at him.

"Is that what you are deciding to focus on tonight? My manners? You could care less about what I wish to talk about?"

He folds his arms over his chest. The clicking of her shoes signals her approach. She is slowly advancing him, almost like a tiger getting ready to pounce on its prey.

"Yes, Bruce is my friend, not just some servant. I treat him better than that and have a lot of respect for his council."

"Well I will not apologize. You have put me in this position and I must fight back."

She is directly in front of him. Her arms are crossed. Her chin is high in challenge. He takes the bait.

"And what position is that Morgana? I have done nothing wrong."

"Because you have done nothing. I haven't even spoken a word to you in four weeks! Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"Probably bloody fantastic, you know how hot and cold you are to me? I thought I would eliminate the temptation of my company, clearly seeing as you do not desire it unless your emotions are high. I am many things Morgana but I will not be used as a filler for a hole in your heart."

"That is what you think this is? You're a bloody fool, you have no idea what I am thinking."

"I can guess. Let me see, you miss your home, you feel imprisoned, you think I am the worst man to walk the earth, you think of your lover. Have I missed anything?"

She deflates a little. She brings her hand up to touch his face but he backs away.

"No Morgana, I will not be used when you feel emotional. I made a pledge to only touch you when you wish for it, but it seems you have taken advantage of that. I am a man just like any other. I respect myself too much to be used. I am sorry if that upsets you."

She nods, but a smile comes to her face as she looks away, his back is to her as he looks out the window. He tries to control his breath, control his heart. Her presence brings back desires he has long since suppressed. Her voice is soft, alluring when she speaks.

"You deserve the greatest love any woman could offer you Merlin. I know since I've gotten here my reaction towards you has been very confusing, relishing in your warmth one minute, and pushing you away the next. I am sorry for that."

His back becomes rigid at her words, his eyes wide, he turns slowly. She is advancing on him again. A deep breath passes through her ruby lips.

"But I am done with my childish behavior. I am done acting like a scared girl. A woman knows when to grow up and move on, and I am a woman, every part of me. I told the man I loved that one day my mind, my body, and my soul would all belong to him, I see that is a fools dream now." She sucks in a breath. "I do not come to you as a desperate woman, or a woman who feels alone. I come to you as powerful sorceress, a regal queen, one who knows what she wants. These last few weeks have been hard…because I did not get to see you. The few brief conversations we have were so honest, so real…so true. You are beyond a good man. You are the greatest warlock to ever live Emrys. I am sitting here throwing a tantrum over having one of the noblest men that will ever walk this earth."

He looks down at her in awe as she stops right in front of him. She has never complimented him in such a way. She is looking to the side, her cheeks are stained the most glorious red, and she is so shy.

"Thank you Milady."

She grabs his hand and places it over her heart, he sucks in a breath. Her skin is soft under his fingertips.

"Do you feel that sire? My heart cannot contain itself when you are near me. My every pore desires to be with you. I've fought this long enough, I know they say doing the right thing is hard, but sometimes it is very easy. I want you to have my mind, my body, my soul. I want you to have all of me and me to have all of you."

He opens mouth, who knew silence could be so powerful?

"Please do not think this desperation, but the truth. My heart only thinks of you now, it only beats for you. If my old love showed up tomorrow I would not care, I would only smile at the memories I was able to have with him, but know how blessed I am to make new memories with you."

He swallows she is so mystifying in this moment. His hand moves up to cup her cheek, she moves her face and those sinful ruby lips kiss his palm, his pupils dilate.

"I have never been with a man before, my husband. I hope you will be gentle with me."

She has surprised him again. He believed she had given that up already.

"You mean…with your knight…"

"Never. I made a promise to my mother to save my chastity until my wedding night…I seem to have waited longer than expected."

His eyes look her over, what a change has come to his bride. He knows he should think this over, to take his time, to analyze the situation, but he feels his magic throb beneath his skin, his eyes roaming over her velvet covered body, his wife is so delectable. His irises move over her shoulders, her neck. He is itching to touch her. He should walk away, let her think, let himself think, but he cannot help himself, he has desired her since he laid eyes on her in Camelot.

His head moves down swiftly, his lips connecting with hers and she groans at the sensation. His hands coming around her to grab at the velvet of her dress, her fingers roam up into his hair, she wants all of him. She wants to consume all of him. His tongue invades her mouth, she moans, she feels so alive, so sensual. His hand moves up and into her hair, slanting her lips to his so he can get deeper into her delicious mouth. She tastes like pomegranates. Those damn pomegranates will be the death of him.

He releases her when he cannot breathe anymore. He did not know kissing could feel like a fire that burns through to your soul. He has had enough experience receiving kisses from women and a few innocent touches. He is king after all, and was once a prince. He never let it go too far with any of the women. Well, there was that one night…that night unsettles him for a moment and he pulls away, a longing look overtakes his eyes.

"I love you Morgana."

She pauses, her eyes shifting over his face. His words hitting her like the most delicious rays of sun.

"You don't have-"

"I love you as well Merlin."

Is it so quick to love another? To want them to devour your very soul? They have been married for such a short time…are these words premature? She runs her hands up and into his hair, a smile coming to her face. He is good, he is pure. He is wonderful…and so handsome. He even smells of rain. She can feel it in her toes, she does love this man. He holds her close, these words he has never spoke with such devotion to another woman. His love for his mother is different, this love…this love he has never uttered to another soul. When she said the words back, they meant everything. He knows the confession means more coming from her than coming from anyone else.

His body is singing to Morgana, his member is pulsating, wishing to be so far inside her he forgets where he ends and she begins. He moves to start kissing down her neck and sucking the tender flesh. The only man she has ever allowed to touch her in such a way was Lancelot, and he never made her blaze in such a way. Their love was filled with passion, but with Merlin, she feels like she is consumed in hot embers that ignite her flesh.

He moved down to lick and nip at the lining of her dress, her fingers fisting his hair as his kisses move roughly over her cleavage. He is wearing too many cloths, his armor is literally creating a barrier between her and his skin. She starts on his fastens, he looks up at her as she gets his breastplate off.

"What? I used to help my father."

"Really?"

She is quick and suddenly his chainmail is being thrown onto the floor, his eyes widen and he looks at her in wonderment.

"What?" She questions.

"You're stronger than you look."

"You're less intimidating than you think."

She retorts with a smile, he returns it, his eyes lighting up. His hands come around her bringing her to him. He feels a shift, a change. She is smiling. She wants him to be happy with her the way she sees him banter and joke with his other advisors, she knows she must take the first steps.

"Must I show you how intimidating I can be?"

His lips kiss her ear, and then softly suck on the lobe she gasps, but does not relent.

"You will have to sire, for I do not believe what I do not see."

He moves his head away and looks down at her. Those beautiful jade eyes go gold for a second. Just a pulsation of her power, but it is enough. He brings her hand to his face, kissing her fingertips, she gulps. He moves his mouth down, his eyes lock with hers as he licks at her ring, his other hand coming behind her to push her core into him. It is so erotic, so corporeal. His tongue moves over her palm, his lips moisten the silk of her bracelet. His teeth move the cloth so he can suck on her pulse. His fingers are on her bottom pushing her further into him, wave after wave of pleasure rushing to her core, how erotic her husband can be.

His hands come down to her bow and then to her laces. She stares at him the whole time, his sapphire gaze changes to gold as he pulls at the strings, her eyes match his. It is gold on gold, a power struggle for both as the laces looses, her chin in the air, challenging him. When her dress is loose enough, he pushes it down her shoulders, and then down over her waist to pool at the floor, his gaze never leaving hers.

She smirks at him. He is bolder than she gave him credit for. She brings his lips down to hers and she feels it, their magic mixing, if only for a second. The sensation is indescribable, her body is alight with passion, the stars burn brighter, this connection is more powerful than anything she has ever experienced, and she has only just kissed him while her powers swirl inside of her.

She breaks from his lips. His hands fist the back of her black silk shift, the dark fabric driving him mad. She is licking down his neck, giving him the same torture he bestowed upon her earlier. The smell of rain assaulting her senses, making her feel clean in the moment of her completely dirty imagination. His skin is smooth on her lips, she likes it. She moves to his ear and bites the lobe playfully.

"Mmm…Morgana…"

He groans as his hands run over her spine. She sucks, licks, and nips his sensitive lobe. Her hands come down and push under his tunic, she feels him take a breath. His arms have come up, and she can feel his fingers play over the part of her shoulder her brand is nestled. It suddenly feels hot. Both tattoos feel hot. Her magic must be reacting. She pushes his tunic higher. He breaks from her as she pulls it off.

She attacks him the second it is on the floor, her lips coming over his shoulder down to his pectoral, nipping at his nipple. She is so bold, so forward, he could defiantly get used to this. She moves to his right, her lips ghost over the fire of his tattoo. It is hot against her tongue. She senses his power emitting from his brand and she feels as if it could consume her soul. It is erotic how she moves her tongue over the colored flesh. She is too much.

He pulls her back and dips her down to lift her up, her knees thrown over his other arm in a bridal fashion. She pulls up to kiss him hungrily as he walks them over to their bed. He then promptly tosses her up. She squeals in surprise and lands on the mattress laughing. They make eye contact and both parties are shaking in merriment.

He moves to sit on the side of the bed. She crawls over to him and hikes her shift up. He watches the material with great interest as it settles around the middle of her thighs. One of her legs comes up and she places it on his lap.

"I need help with my stocking your majesty."

He runs his hand over her calf in challenge, the fabric enticing him, her eyes determined. A small smirk adorns her lovely features.

"Really? Are you not capable your grace?"

He is haughty with her. She might just like this indeed. She moves her foot in the air a little, signaling to him that it is his responsibility.

"Of course not! I am a woman of standing. I should not be subjected to taking off my own clothing! That is what servants are for Emrys."

His pupils dilate at the use of his druid name. He moves her leg to the side and crawls over her, pushing her back into the pillows. His hands coming down to run up and down over her stocking covered thighs. The sensation is maddening. She closes her eyes and bites her lip, her hands coming up to roam his naked chest. He stares at her, transfixed. She is so sensual, so intoxicating. He must have all of her. She opens her eyes to stare at him, her arms coming up to run over the back of his neck and into his hair.

"Are you calling me a servant my lady?"

Her eyes narrow in opposition, a playful smirk makes its way onto her lips.

"Of course."

She runs her fingers over his ears, and gasps as his fingers make contact with the inch of her thighs that are not covered by her stockings. The sensation making her quake from under him.

"And what are my duties, your grace?"

"To please me."

He growls at her as he pushes himself into her, connect their cloth-covered regions, she gasps. He steals the sound from her as his lips connect with hers.

"Then please you I shall, Milady."

He kisses over her shoulder, pushing the strap down. She runs her hands over his back. He repeats the gesture on the other side. His teeth grab at the top of her shift and pull it low enough to gaze upon her luscious chest.

"You are so delectable my queen."

She feels powerful under his gaze, his words ringing in her ears, his tongue coming out to moisten his lips. She does not know why she does not feel shy, maybe because she has abandoned her dignity long ago when she threw herself at him tonight…though…the results are seem very promising.

His hands come up and push at her mounds. She feels her thighs tighten from his ministrations. His mouth connects with hers and he nibbles on her pouty bottom lip and his fingers tweak her sensitive pearls, she can only groan. He leaves her lips and moves his mouth over her tips, alternating that frustrating licking and nipping. She runs her nails over his back, urging him on, desiring more, her fingers gripping his waist. She is so delicious, every part of her tastes of those wretched pomegranates, he will have to remind himself to get some when they are done here…maybe she'll let him eat some off her tight stomach…

He moves lower and lifts her shift up, gathering at her waist. He pulls at the right stocking first, licking and nipping all the way down. He is so clever with his mouth, knowing exactly what sensations to draw from her. With her left stocking, however, he just pulls it off, his eyes focused on the brand, his initials carved into her skin. He makes eye contact with her. She moves and attempts to bring her thighs together, to relieve the tension that is building, his hands push them apart further. The throbbing between her legs is getting worse. He leans down and sucks on the colored flesh.

"Ah! Merlin!"

It is so erotic, him sucking on the brand, the testament that she belongs to him. Her eyes are clouded over but a thought comes to her suddenly. The brand no longer feels as if it is a chain that binds her to her husband. It feels as if it is more her connection to him. Their souls are together as one, his power seeped into her flesh to keep her safe, and the thought warms her heart. She smiles, the brand suddenly holding new meaning to her, it glows in response. When he is done sucking and biting the tattoo is covered in purple and red, his finger presses into the flesh, she cries out as she quivers under him. The sensation is too much, she must retaliate.

She moves quickly and sits on her knees, her mouth coming up to his shoulder, pushing him on his back. He runs a hand over her naked spine. She is kissing all the way down, her tongue moistening the hair around his belly button. She is bold, she is powerful.

She pulls at his belt, her teeth grabbing at his trousers, pulling at the buttons. It is so erotic, and she seems to be a little too good at what she does. He raises an eyebrow at her as she moves up and pushes his trousers and drawers down his narrow hips.

"Morgause taught me, she said I should learn."

His eyes widen.

"You didn't-"

"Oh my, no, milord, she gave me a pair of your trousers and told me to practice. It seems to have come in handy."

"Remind me to give her a raise after this."

Morgana smirks.

"I should give you one first sire."

He moans, when did she become so enticing? And when did his trousers and drawers end up around his knees? She is smiling deviously at him. He shuffles quickly and gets both garments off his body. He moves to sit up but her damn tempting mouth has descended on him. He watches in awe as her pink tongue comes out to lick at a bead of moisture that has gathered at his tip. She sits back as her hand comes out, her eyes locked with his as her thumb swirls over the head, he will not move from her eyes, his jaw clenched from arousal. She moves to descend on him again, this time her whole mouth taking him in, his fingers coming to her hair, encouraging her wet mouth. His breath hitches as she sucks, the moisture of her mouth driving him mad. It is the sweetest torture, her soft mouth giving him pleasure. It is so delectable, it feels incredible, but ends a moment later as she sits back. His member pulsating, she smiles, he grinds his teeth. So she has decided to torture him in other ways now? He should return the favor…

He then pushes her back, bringing her shift and drawers down her legs in one fluid motion. She is like the greatest present anyone has ever given him, her body flawless, and her skin luminous. They are both naked now, except for the single rings and bracelets adorning their bodies. His left hand takes hers, sparks fly, his fingers lace with hers. He smiles at the bands of silver and turquoise.

"Did Morgause teach you that as well?"

"I heard my ladies in waiting talk about it."

"Noble women are such wenches…"

She laughs as he moves his face down, licking at her navel, she gasps. He moves lower, her body is singing to him, the sparks, those damn sparks have come back in full force. She feels as if she sees turquoise everywhere. His face comes between her thighs and without preamble he licks along her slit. She gasps. She has never felt anything like this before.

She looks down at her body, her eyes making contact with his. He sits back as his hand ghosts over her left thigh. She watches his tattoo pulsates in reaction to her. She sees her thigh glow, he is rubbing where her tattoo is, where his initials have etched themselves into her skin. His knuckles are driving her mad with his soft movement. His hand comes forward, his finger running over her folds, she is a mess.

"Say it."

She looks at him, and raises an eyebrow.

"Say what Milord?"

"Who am I Morgana?" his body hovers over her.

His voice is downright sinister, his pupils are so dilated his eyes look almost black. His nail dips between her folds, she gasps.

"Merlin?"

"No."

It goes up, and flicks over her sensitive nub, she groans.

"Emrys?"

He pushes his finger in, up to his knuckle.

"No."

She whimpers, why must he torture her so?

"My king…Ah!"

He has thrusted his whole finger inside of her waiting body, his thumb messaging her nub. He moves his finger swiftly, his face close to hers.

"You are so wet my queen."

Her breath hitches. She opens her eyes in challenge.

"Only for you, my king."

He bares his teeth at her and ads a second finger. She is withering considerably now. Her nether lips cannot take much more of this. His face comes down, and sucks on her neck, and that is all it takes. She feels an overpowering sensation as if her body is consumed in fire. Her tattoos burst to life and glow brightly, then slowly dim down again. He slows his ministrations as she gasps below him. She has never felt that over flow of power, that release of control. She has decided it is her favorite torment.

He moves quickly, and his face settles between her thighs, she does not know how he got there, just that he is licking at her, driving her mad. Does this man stop? She tastes like those damn pomegranates. Even down here she tastes like them. His tongue dives into her heat, it feels amazing. His hand comes up and over her stomach pushing her belly button down hitting her deeply, she gasps. The torture is so exquisite. His other hand comes up and rubs at her nub, and that is all it takes for her to release all over again, and he licks up everything he can. She feels as if the room glows from the power emitting from their brands.

He moves up and over her, she can see her essence on his lips, her finger comes up to wipe it away, and she brings the same digit to her own mouth, sucking. His eyes darken. She is so enticing. She looks at him, her hand coming to his chin.

"Should I ask where you learned to do that?"

"Later, and if you're nice enough I will tell you."

She smiles at his response. Her arms come around him. She is finally ready for this. Her legs move around his body, settling high on his waist. He holds her hips as he pushes forward. She tenses when he breaks through her virginity, his shaft settling safely inside her. He pushes her hair back. The beads of sweat are nestling on her skin. Her eyes are glazed over.

The feeling of him inside of her is irresistible. He leans down and kisses her, nibbling on her lip, all he can do to not start bucking. Being inside her is unparalleled to any moment in his life. She sways her hips under him and he groans, he takes it as the signal and starts to move. She can feel it, every inch of him sliding in and out of her. He moves swiftly, a quick pull and a sharp push. It is amazing, her back arches, her breasts squishing into his chest, she is a goddess. She can feel it again, that overwhelming feeling of power, why did she wait so long to do this again? She looks down their torsos. She can see her tattoo shimmer as it sits right above their joint bodies.

The glow catches his eye as well. He feels his own brand pulse and emit light. He is so close. He wishes to spill inside of her. He moves faster, desperate for her to reach that glorious height just one more time tonight. His hand reaches between them. A single flick of his thumb is all it takes.

"Oh my God, Merlin!"

He growls her name a few strokes later, his body heavy when it crashes into her. Her breathing is uneven as she is runs her fingers softly over his back, the sweat sliding over the tips of her digits. He is breathing hard, she knows he has done a lot of work tonight to please her, she is grateful. His ear is over her heart. He listens as it beats rapidly.

"Did you mean it?"

She looks down at his hair.

"What?"

"Did you mean it?"

She grabs his face to look at her.

"Do you doubt me?"

"Yes."

She shakes her head but smiles as she reveals in his honesty. His fingers come up to brush at her hair as he speaks.

"I know I feel it, the second I saw you I could feel the pull. You are so passionate, so beautiful, so full of life. Your sensuality and intelligence are what draw me to you Morgana. Your ability to lead my people is extraordinary. I know I love you. I love you so much I was ready to give up making love to you. But do you? Do you really? Please only say those words if you do."

Her eyes soften as her thumbs trace his jaw. The silver of her ring catching the moonlight and shimmering, the symbol of her marriage brings a smile to her face.

"I would not say it if it were not true my king. You are so good, so righteous. You make my heart flutter in ways I have never felt before. Even the last man I loved did not burn my soul the way you have. I could never handle your silence, your words mean too much to me. The things you say are kind and honest, passionate and bold. I think I have discovered more about you in these last few months than I have about any man, even Lancelot."

His eyes show fear, she smiles.

"I loved him the way a woman loves any courtier. He brought me flowers, his kisses were sweet, he always was quiet and let me lead. He chased me and I felt wanted. The sneaking around helped, there is something about breaking the rules that makes a woman's heart flutter." She sighs, her hand pushes his fringe away from his face, "You challenge me my king, you are my equal. My love for you is very different and much more powerful than anything I have experienced. I do not need to hide behind closed doors with you. My passion for you far exceeds the lust found in any childhood rebellion."

She brings him down to her, kissing his lips soundly.

"I love you Merlin, with all my heart and soul. Please do not doubt me."

A goofy smile overtakes his face.

"I will not my queen."

He moves slowly, he knows she is sensitive. He pulls her to sit up, his hands grabbing at her waist, his fingers pulling at the linens. She crawls under and he does the same, her body moves and her head is pressed against his chest, the beating of his heart slowly soothing her to sleep.

They are outside the gates, Arthur sighs. They had made it a day early. The night sings ominously around them. When the stand before the great wall, the prince is startled, all of the knights shiver as a dragon comes down to greet them, the mighty beast growls.

"Who goes there?"

Arthur stands proud and tall.

"It is I Arthur, Prince of Camelot and my Knights of the Round Table. We come seeking the king."

The dragon hisses.

"The king has long since retired. He will not wish to be disturbed."

"He is right."

They all look up and they see Sir Gwaine standing on top of the great wall.

"Amid, let them in, they can stay the night in the inn at least."

"Sir Gwaine…"

"Please old friend, I will vogue for these men."

The dragon bows and hops up the giant wall in one movement. Gwaine sends the men a nod as the gate slowly lowers. They have finally reached Magi.

Fin.

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