Author's Notes: Written for polyamships #MultiamoryMarch Day 18 'excitement.' Written in a rush and with no beta

Once Morgana called Merlin and Arthur out on their dalliance, Gwen and her found it easier to relax around them. Neither man waved away the implication this time, instead giddy with the revelation, they moved closer to one another. Morgana allowed Gwen to roam her eyes freely upon her, knowing now with certainty that the two men had something similar they shared as well.

Gwen placed a hand around Morgana's waist drawing the other in closer as she laughed at Merlin joking again about the cook's food. Those two would never get along. The bossy woman had kicked Merlin out for the second time this week.

Gwaine sat finishing the apple he'd swiped from Arthur's bowl, laughing and sharing his own run ins with the woman.

"She'd boil me if she could," Gwaine was saying.

It was when Morgana began to dance, imitating one of the new nobility's gaits that Merlin allowed himself to tear his eyes away from Arthur and take in her svelte form. As she danced, the outer layer of her dress came loose, revealing bare shoulders and arms beneath. Her skin glowed, mesmerizing in the moonlight from the window in Arthur's chambers.

While Gwen fed Morgana's need for gentleness, it was Gwaine who contained her. And he did as such tonight. Claiming her wrists and spinning her about until she sat in his lap. And she allowed it, familiar with his heat. Gwaine leaned her back against the table, and caressed her shoulders before lunging forth to kiss her on her still laughing mouth.

The other's watched, envious. Gwen came forth first, running her hands down her lady's sides. Gwaine made quick work to free her breasts from the remaining folds of her gown. They lay perched like twin invitations, and he took them. He ran his hands along either side of her breasts and brought them to his mouth, pressing kisses against their soft flesh. He then darted out a tongue, running it along the right nipple, causing the bud to become erect.

That wasn't the only thing that became erect. As Arthur watched, he began to massage Merlin's left buttock and fondle himself gently through his trousers. Sighing at Gwaine's ministrations, Morgana shed the rest of her dress down to the waist, revealing a bare back and stomach.

"Allow me," Arthur said as he stepped forward and removed her dress the rest of the way, flinging it on to the floor. He then turned Morgana to face him and she straddled him. He allowed her to lay back on his massive table. Spreading her legs, she invited each of them over.

"Have a taste," she said, locking eyes with Gwen, Lancelot and Merlin who still stood aways from the table.

Gwen came forward and began to knead Morgana's right buttock, urging her to open her legs further, and Merlin came to stand on the other side with Arthur between them. Merlin raised a hand and floated over a bottle of lubricant.

Lancelot leaned down to kiss Morgana gently, and then with greater intensity, she allowing him into her mouth. He placed his left hand on her left breast and gently ran his fingers around the nipple. He then moved his mouth down to that breast, kissing and licking around the sensitive bud, causing the woman on the table to arch in pleasure.

The other's watched eagerly. Gwaine took a slice of apple and brought it to Morgana's mouth, allowing her to suck on the piece of fruit, enjoying its rich sweet flavor. The juice went down her throat thick and syrupy. Merlin had begun opening the lubricant bottle and dipped his fingers inside. He traced wet circles on Morgana's abdomen before moving lower. Now at her entrance, he slowly slid his fingers inside her, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the group.

Morgana fisted her hands in pleasure. Merlin then began to move the digits inside of her, causing her to open her legs wider. She bucked, trying to gain more purchase on the wet fingers in her heat. But Merlin removed them, wanting to give the others a chance.

She then instructed Arthur to remove his trousers and he did with eager hands, looking at her naked form all the while. She sat up. Only to dip her fingers in the lubricant. After pulling him close and gazing into his eyes, did she close the distance between them and kiss him while grasping his length in her lubricated hand, rubbing the liquid about.

The other's watched excitedly, awaiting their turn to participate. Morgana then laid herself back on the large table and spread her legs, locking eyes with Arthur, knowing he'd understand what to do. And he did, moving forward he brought his length to her entrance, already half hard. And began to guide himself inside of her, inch by inch. She allowed her legs to fall open, inviting him in. Gwen took the opportunity to lean down and kiss her, swallowing the gasps that followed. Arthur was now fully sheathed inside of her.

He began to move, steadily sliding out a few inches and back in. Gwaine rose from the seat he'd been watching from, tossing the remainder of his apple aside. He took hold of Morgana's wrists and placed kisses along her forehead as encouragement. She smiled, wrapped in pleasure.

Lancelot took to placing kisses along her thighs, and Merlin the other, while Gwen brought her mouth again to Morgana's breasts, flicking out her tongue to lap at the taut buds.

Arthur shuddered, close to his orgasm. Hands clutching the table. He pulled out, before he peaked, allowing Merlin to take his place between Morgana's legs on his knees. He lapped at her entrance, licking and sucking. Merlin gave a light brush of his tongue across her clitoris, running it back and forth, causing her to grown in pleasure.

Lancelot had come to be on hands and knees in front of Arthur and taken his length in his mouth. Together, Arthur and Morgana climaxed, shouting in ecstasy and spurting warm liquid down Lancelot and Merlin's throats.

They each stood now, trembling in the afterglow.

"Who's next?" Morgana asked hoarsely, rising from her place on the grand table. A playful smile on her lips.