Title: The legend of a Warlock who Served the Once and Future King

Author: Lamiabellascrittore

Rating: T+

Warnings: Violence, sexual content, adult situations and more- deal with it. There is more to come.

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin, or any of the characters. If I did there would be a season six, seven, eight, and so on, and a movie, of course.

Spoilers: Possibly.

Summary: Merlin and Arthur go on a mission that was supposed to be strictly reconnaissance. However, nothing ever goes as planned, and they get separated. Merlin is kidnapped by Morgana and Arthur must find a way to rescue his ever loyal servant. But, will Arthur still save Merlin after he learns Merlin has magic? This story is building up to the battle of Camlann. There most likely will be a sequel if you all want.

A/N: Okay, so this is my first Published Fan Fiction. Please read and review.

If you liked it I will continue. Please be kind. ;) The more you review the more likely it is that I will continue this story and more. Sorry for any errors, it becomes difficult after editing it so many times. It becomes a lot like a word repeated over and over again until it no longer makes any sense.

Okay. New A/N: So the story is getting darker. Sorry. Can't help it. I like the dark sexy stuff. It will most likely get more intense. This next chapter is a bit spirited. I must worn you if you don't want to read a sex scene, well don't read and skip this chapter and wait for the next one. :(

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I hope you enjoy...

Chapter 20

The Sweet Loss of Control

Morgana couldn't sleep. Her dreams were riddled with fear and disturbing visions. Those words kept echoing over and over.

Merlin will be the death of me.

She awoke with a scream after a particularly vicious vision of Merlin shoving a sword into her. She didn't know what to think of the vision only that her visions always came true. The look in Merlin's eyes was enough of a confirmation to leave her feeling on edge. Thinking of him made her blood boil in both rage and arousal and waking with the image of Merlin slaying her didn't deter the feeling. She still wanted him desperately.

Morgana was begging to get worried. She had not seen or really talked to him much. She had to find him and attempt to right what she could. Which is what let her out here walking the halls in her night gown and robe in a state of reckless desire. She headed to the healing waters. She wanted to see him. Needed to see him. Merlin. She grit her teeth. The name alone sent a torrent of hate and longing through her. She tugged mentally trying to dissuade herself from going to him. He was still angry with her about his mother. But by forcing his hand he knew how otiose it was to fight against her.

Only Morgana didn't factor in Merlin's rage. It was unlike any other she had witnessed. It was terrifying and intoxicating. An unstable force of nature that couldn't be tamed.

In the last two days the only thing Merlin has done is alternate between soaking in the healing water every six hours, sleeping, and hating her. Whenever their paths crossed he sent her hot seething glare's that made the cold silence all the more frigged.

It was the third day and the culling was tomorrow. He still had not given her an answer on weather or not he would do as asked and cull out the weaklings. If he didn't Mordred would fix the problem for them both and she didn't exactly share in his taste of savagery.

She pushed open the door to the healing water's chamber and walked in. Her eyes roamed each tub looking for Merlin but she didn't see him. She took off her heels so she wouldn't slip and walked along the the outer row of tubs. At the end in the last tub she saw him floating on his back. She hesitated. She didn't know what to expect. They haven't shared words since he walked out of the isolation cells. She sighed and walked over to him.

"Merlin." Morgana said. No answer.

Morgana sat down on the ledge and stuck her feet in the water slowly so as not to disturb the him. She braced her knees on either side of Merlin head but no mater how hard she tried to keep the water still the light ripples sent his eyes shooting open.

Merlin dunked under the water and flipped around to face her and stood up out of the tub. She watched entranced as the water droplets trailed down his body and drip from his pitch black hair that clung to his face. She followed a drop as it traveled down his chest to his abdomen and lower. She let her eyes fallow the trail of hair that led from his belly button down to the smattering of pubic hair. She noticed with some modicum of pleasure that he was naked. Morgana flushed and a sweet heat burst from her core. Unfortunately he was covered by the water so she couldn't get a proper view.

Merlin rubbed the water from his face. He wiped his hair from his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked at Morgana. Really looked at her. She wore a simple lavender night gown with a white ivory rob cinched loosely at the waist. No jewelry. No shoes. Her hair was let down and her face was flushed. She looked like she had been sleeping recently. Her hair framed her tired face in a beautiful chaotic cascade of curls. A lethal beauty.

Merlin hadn't seen her since his mother- he stopped the thought. It would lead him down a path of darkness. He fought against the pull to spiral out of control. He has learned not to underestimate the allure of darkness. Even the purest hearts were drawn to it. He had had to fight like hell and fighting has made him who he is. Ruthless. Protective. Kind. Tolerant. Wise. Relentless. Powerful. Morgana has no idea what she had ultimately created. She wanted a beast that could be controlled and instead created a monster that was uncontrollable.

"Morgana," Merlin greeted bold. Merlin shifted under her gaze when she didn't answer. She just stared at him. He had to keep a tight leash on himself. He just wanted to reach across the space and wring her neck, or fuck her senseless. Either would do right now in his aphotic state of mind.

"Hi." She said. Her voice husky from sleep.

Merlin's pupils expanded. She smirked. His mouth tuned down in disgust. How could his body react to her?

Merlin walked to the stares and got out of the tub. Morgana looked up at him watching his every move. He felt his stomach stir and his balls tighten. Just looking at her called to the wildness in him. He swallowed suddenly. His mouth watered. He could already taste her. He turned away and walked to the far wall to grab a towel. Morgana got up and fallowed leisurely behind him enjoying the view.

"What do you want Morgana?" Merlin rasped. He wiped his face and looked at her as he dried the rest of him.

What did she want? Honestly Morgana wanted him to take her. To fuck her into oblivion. She bit her lip and gazed at him from under her lashes. What would it be like to have him and all that power and anger and ferocity pounding into her.

Merlin held back a moan. Merlin's cock jumped. He grit his teeth and shove his desire down. He could do this. He could resist her. She was a monster that played well with his demons and he needed her to back the hell off before he did something he would regret.

"Well? What is it?" Merlin asked a little irritated with her staring. "What do you want?"

She cocked her head slightly to the side as if his words confused her. "You." She breathed. "I want you."

Merlin froze. She had never once uttered such words. Not even an 'I love you' when it was so very clear to them both. Now it was all hate and anger and hot desire.

"Excuse me?" Merlin asked. Surely he hadn't heard correctly. She walked towards him enticingly.

"I want you to fuck me like you really want to, Merlin." She ordered. She leaned towards him and licked the side of his mouth playfully. "Don't hold back." She whispered. " I'm yours for the taking." She leaned back looking at him challengingly.

Merlin's blue eyes completely eclipsed of color as his desire overtook him. She shouldn't have said that. He dropped his towel to the floor and stepped towards her. He stalked Morgana and shoved her into the wall. It knocked the breath from her lungs.

Morgana smiled and looked up at him through her lashes. He pressed himself into her. His fingers dug into her hips. She gasped. Thrilled at the strength, confidence and control.

She lifted her dress in one hand and wrapped her legs eagerly around his waist. He stopped her and shook his head. Ruffly he flipped her around and pushed her back into the wall. He shoved her dress up and over her waist baring her for him. He pressed closer and the moment he felt the heat of her entrance he thrust into her.

She cried out at the intrusion. He growled knowing he had hurt her. He didn't care, he couldn't. He started to move. She moaned low in her chest. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back pressing her back against his chest exposing her neck. She moaned at the tiny tugs his fingers made wrapped in her hair. He bit down on the spot between her shoulder and neck and sucked, hard.

Merlin felt her struggle to keep hold of her cries while he fucked her. He pounded into her with all the rage and anger she inspired within him. He gave into it and lost something of himself in the act. Something she now had that he could never reclaim. It was a part of his innocence, a part of his need to believe he could change her. It was his acceptance that she was an evil that couldn't be reasoned with.

This time he didn't have to hold back his cries. This time Merlin reveled in the violence of the way he took Morgana. There was no kindness in this only lust and hate and raw desire.

Morgana cried out as her sex tensed and clenched down on Merlin squeezing him in the most delicious way. Merlin came harder than he'd ever imagine he could. But the rush of euphoria was tainted by the inevitable outcome their fate will take.

Merlin pulled away. He bent down retrieved his towel from the floor and cleaned himself off before he handed Morgana a separate towel.

Merlin wrapped the towel around his waist and grabbed his cloths he had left on the table near the towels. He then turned and walked to the door with out a word. He paused as he listened to Morgana regain her breathing. He heard the light tinkle of water as she cleaned her self off in one of the tubs. Merlin grit his teeth and with a furious curse he viciously tugged open the door and stormed down the hall.

Morgana didn't see him leave. Honestly she wasn't paying attention. She dipped inside the pool of healing water letting its warmth envelope her. She was sore. She was definitely going to feel it tomorrow. She smiled. She had enjoyed herself immensely but... she frowned...The danger she felt while he drove into her set her on edge. It was like he was fucking her and imagining her death at the same time.

Morgana saw it in his eyes as he stalked her into the wall. She shivered. That raw undisguised hatred and anger was so powerful she felt her fight or flight instincts come fighting sluggishly to the surface.

"I think I created a monster." She whispered into the dim room with only her voice to echo back in reply.