Arthur lost... Or should I say Merlynn?

You shouldn't be reading this story if any of my tags trigger you, but in case you are I want to reiterate...

This is VERY graphic. At this point all I can say is read at your own risk.


A table for two has been arranged aslant of the Future King's four-poster bed. A bottle of wine and sparkling grape juice sit atop, along with a long stem candle and single rose. The enchanted scarf has been stashed under his down filled pillow, and additional 'supplies' that might be necessary are stowed away in his bedside table. Arthur has donned a pair of scarlet red satin pyjama trousers with a matching no tie dressing gown, leaving his golden tanned chest and abdominals exposed. He knows his raven beauty won't appreciate the effort, but it helps him feel primed for his evening's purpose.

Arthur knows it was a wise decision to take the vial. The other Arthur wouldn't have been able to cope with his intentions. Fortunately, unlike darkside, he's fully dormant and the new Arthur is free to proceed without a nagging, lingering voice trying to hinder his objective.

He won't deny he wants this, but he isn't evil. He loves her. It would never be his choice to take his Goddess by force, but her incessant spurning has left him no alternative. And the warlock needs to go. Arthur doesn't believe the Triple Goddess aged Mordred. He thinks the boy aged himself to keep Merlynn from Arthur. Well, not gonna happen, kid. He's claiming his soulmate for himself, and it's happening tonight.

If only she were off those damn suppresants, she might enjoy it. He'll try to make it good for her, but is it even possible for her to orgasm? Or is it just that she lacks attraction and sexual desire? "Well, I will give it my all, love." It's her first time, too. Such a shame. He's grateful he doesn't have to mess with condoms. Between her immortality, barrenness, and purity, the need for protection is obsolete. She truly is perfection personified. Or should he say 'they'? He's been secretly desiring Merlin, the witch's male alter ego, as well. His deep voice still resonates in Arthur's dreams... Alas, that is for another time. His focus needs to remain with the Goddess currently, not the God.

Lavender candles have been positioned around the room. He read once that the scent was calming, and given the plans for the evening, his lover will require as much comfort and solace he can provide. Arthur understands this is going to be traumatic for her, and he would prefer their union could be with consent, but as long as she has Mordred, that will never change. Yes, the warlock must be cast aside for the savior and Magic to merge as one. With the added fire to his resolve, the Once and Future King deems himself ready. He just wishes she were. "Emrys. Emrys. Emrys."

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It has been a long day starting with her routine morning run and workout. Afterwards, she had training at Guard Headquarters, then an early evening class. Merlynn stayed late aiding her pupils with difficult assignments, so she didn't arrive home until well after dinner. Too tired for a properly prepared meal, Merlynn plucks an apple from the fruit bowl to satiate her until morning. Once finished with the juicy morsel and the core remnants suitably disposed of, the witch says goodnight to her roommates.

Back in her room, she changes into a blush cami and comfortable pair of bikini knickers. She's about to burrow under her blankets when she feels the tug. Goddess! Of all times! The witch is exhausted and really not up for a rescue mission. And if she materializes underwater again, she quits. Merlynn quickly snatches her dressing gown draped over the back of her desk chair. Thank goddess she has time to grab it before she transports. The witch just barely has it tied before she emerges at the destination, which is... Arthur's bedroom?

Arthur observes his guardian angel manifest before his eyes like a spirit risen to live again. Fuck! She's delicious in her short dressing gown, and he can only guess what's beneath the thin, lightweight cotton. Settle Arthur, your time is coming.

Merlynn isn't sparing Arthur a second glance before she promptly swings to action with protecting her charge. She scours the room for intruders or obvious threats, confused why the task is even necessary. She can sense her wards are intact, with no disturbances, so how did anything pass through? After a complete search of the loo, closet, and more concealed areas, she can answer that question. Nothing did. A brief scan for magic confirms her deduction. His room is clear of dark magic, assailants, or foreign objects designed to harm. The witch is contemplating any viable danger she might have missed in her exhaustion when she spots the prince.

He's reclined against a table, clearly set for romance, sipping a glass of wine and wearing what are undoubtedly meant to be seductive nightwear. "You have got to be kidding me," she mumbles. Merlynn glares at the blonde with crossed arms and feet shoulder width apart. Her lips are pursed and gritting her teeth. "What the hell, Arthur?! There were no breaks in your wards, no one in any part of your room, and a scan revealed nothing with intentions to kill you. Why am I here?!"

Arthur returns his glass to the table and swivels to face his queen. "I just thought we might get to know each other better." He slinks towards her.

"Get to kn...! Are you serious?! Arthur, I trusted you. That..." She gestures to the stone. "...is meant for emergencies only. You know this. This is an extreme abuse of power, Arthur, and I am highly offended. And to get to know each other? You already know everything about me! The whole group knows everything about me, and I probably know more about you than you do!" His gaze his... fond? He's not even listening! "Arthur?!"

He can't help but find his Goddess' ire adorable, with her eyes wide, highlighting the otherworldly blue that's only hers. "I mean more intimately." Arthur props himself against the bedpost less than a meter from her.

Merlynn rubs her forehead as if a headache is forming, quite annoyed. "We've been over this, Arthur. My first will be Mordred. I was interested in you, I WAS, but now I want to just do my job and stay away from you. You go your way. I'll go mine. Mordred is my fiance. Not. You!"

Arthur is infuriated with her verbal declaration. Oh, sweetheart, you said the wrong thing. He stalks over to her in two steps and grabs her by her biceps, physically shaking her. "No, Merlynn! You are MY soulmate, not his. I should be your first! I WILL be your first!" And only.

Merlynn just glowers defiantly. She jerks her arms from his grip and flounces past him, then abruptly rounds on him. "No you will not! I don't know why you seem to not be hearing me?! I think you need to get yourself a girlfriend. If not, maybe a whore with no attachments. Beyond that, I seriously think you might need professional help."

Arthur has made his way back to his wine and is pouring himself another glass. His Goddess returns to her irritated position with fire in her eyes. They both are in a face-off two meters apart, Arthur becoming more aroused by the minute by his witch's passion. Down boy. Not yet. "I don't want a girlfriend. I certainly don't want a whore, and I definitely don't need therapy. I don't think it's odd that I want my other half. I need my soulmate. I want my soulmate. I want you, Merlynn."

"Well, you can't have me." Get it through your head, you arse.

"Yes. I can. And I will."

"No you won't, Arthur. Maybe we could have had something before you turned into a complete wanker, but no more. I can barely stand the sight of you. Let alone even be in the same room as you." There. Could she be any clearer?

Oh honey, you better get used to it. We will be significantly closer than just the same room. "You want to hear a little story I overheard? It's a theory that some people, layman and magical alike have started spreading, and it happened to reach my ears. It's really quite interesting, and it seems to have enough clout that a fairly decent amount of people believe it." Annoyed but slightly curious, Merlynn signals for him to continue. "You already know the story of Emrys' creation..."

She rolls her eyes at the obvious, and he steps toward her. Merlynn refuses to be unnerved by Arthur anymore. Fine, if he wants to go toe-to-toe with her, she's game.

"...the Triple Goddess formed a baby out of magic, yada, yada, yada...

He's not stopping? Why's he not stopping? Now she's forced to step backward in time with his steps forward. Is this more grandstanding?

"...that Magic exists for the sole reason of saving their King..."

"Arthur, what are you doing?" Forward... back.

"That Magic can and will even work outside the chosen vessel's purview, to accomplish its purpose."

If he's not going to stop then she'll have to stop him. She shoves him away. "Arthur, back. Off." He falters but regains his balance and resumes his advance.

"Now... here's the really interesting part. It's new, so pay attention..."

"I mean it, Arthur. Stay away." She demands with another fruitless push. Forward... back.

"Shh, and listen. So I heard that since Magic was created solely for him...

"Arthur, seriously stop it. You're starting to scare me." Forward... back.

"It. Won't. Hurt. Him."

'It. Won't. Hurt. Him.' No, that...

"So do you know what that means, Merlynn?"

"Arthur, stay ba... oomph." The raven's back collides with the wall. "Stay back..." She tries feebly to reach him a final time.

"That means that the all powerful Emrys, the all powerful Goddess..."

Arthur has finally stopped. Right. In front. Of her. In fact the only space between them is half the arm length Merlynn can manage to cram betwixt them.

"...is completely defenseless against the Once and Future King." Arthur slams his hands against the wall, flanking her head. He has her exactly where he wants her. Trapped.

Visions of the past weeks flood her mind. Lots of touches, hugs, kisses... no sparks. Arthur was never shocked, not once. On the couch, when he molested her, it shrank away from her when she called for it. No help in the dressing room. No help at Scarefest. No help... now. Magic has always protected her, even when she hadn't asked. But it wasn't protecting Merlynn for her, was it? It protected her, so she could protect him. Goddess, he's right. Her magic will never save her, not from him. All she has now is self-reliance. Well, she threw him off her from the couch. She should certainly be able to upright, right?

It's cute watching her realize the meaning of what he just said. The poor thing tries to push against his chest, but without magic, she's working with muscle strength alone and no leverage. She's struggling and her face is red with exertion. Arthur decides to put her out of her misery and grasps her wrists, pinning them next to her hips. That's when the tears break.

Goddess, what's he doing?! Please don't tell her he's doing what she thinks he's doing. Please! But his next words confirm this nightmare.

"Shh, shh, shh. It's okay, darling. I promise I'll be gentle." The prince releases his grip and holds her face, fruitlessly trying to comfort her with tender kisses.

"No! No! No! No!" Arthur is kissing her! Please stop! The witch fights to pry his hands from her face, but fails at that as well. So she screams.

Arthur covers her mouth with both hands. She tries to claw at them but to no avail. "No, no, angel. Can't have that. If you scream and someone actually comes in here you will be forced to defend me." He sees the transformation in her eyes of all her emotions. First they widen in realization; then they close in defeat; finally they reopen with pure despair written all over them. "We wouldn't want anyone to get hurt now, would we?" That's all it takes. Merlynn would walk through fire for anyone. She really is a remarkable woman. "In fact... given everything... you might want to lock and soundproof the room." She's glaring daggers at him more so for suggesting it. It does have to be tough, assisting in your own violation, but she must agree. Her eyes glow; the walls shimmer gold, and he hears a click from the door. "Good girl." He releases his hands from her mouth.

Merlynn feels like she's going to be sick. Her magic won't save her, and she actually had to take measures to protect him from anyone rescuing her! Goddess! "Arthur, please stop this. Please."

She's trying to push him away again, but with little effort. He would think she was just resting her hands against his chest, except for the little pressure. He peels her arms away and this time holds them fast on the sides of her shoulders. "I can't do that, love. You said it was never going to happen, and you have no idea how badly I NEED this to happen."

"We could have had something, but you were impatient."

"I made a mistake, Merlynn. I made a mistake, and you completely shut me out."

"It wasn't going to be forever! I told Gwen and Elena that I only needed a little time. I didn't even tell Mordred. I knew you and I would eventually move past it, but I wasn't so sure about him."

"I still would have had to wait two years."

"If it was that bad I could have given you suppresants!"

"I don't need suppresants. I need my soulmate!" Within the blink of an eye Arthur swipes open Merlynn's dressing gown, and pins her again before she can close it.

"No Arthur, please!" Merlynn has never felt this exposed, not even when she was practically half naked in the salon dressing room. It's probably the added vulnerability. It heightens the effects of any exposure. She knows he's staring at her, ogling her. Merlynn's had men do so before, but then she wanted it. But not this. That... that felt flattering. This, this feels sick, and she has no control. Merlynn tightly shuts her eyes, trying not to feel Arthur's burning stare.

Fuck! She's stunning. Arthur relishes the sight. Being subjected to the cooler air, the little buds tipping her breasts have peaked and are just begging to be nibbled. Not over fabric though. It's time to move things forward. Before she even realizes what's happening, the prince stops his incessant gaze and slides the gown over her shoulders, letting it crumple to the floor.

"Noooo! Goddess, Arthur, please stop!" But instead of heeding her cries, he seizes her wrists and rips her away from the wall, then swings her around and whirls her on the bed. Escape, escape, escape! In her right mind, she would know any attempts would be futile, primarily because he has the summoning stone. She could teleport to the ends of the Earth and he would draw her back in seconds. But she's not thinking of any of that. No, she only has one thought. Escape!

As soon as she lands Merlynn flips and is crawling away. "No, no, no. You can't leave yet, beautiful." He grabs her ankles and pulls her towards him, but as soon as he tries to twist her over, with a surge of strength, she's able to free one of her legs, and she makes her move. It isn't a kick of a panicking captive. No, this is the muscle memory of a fully trained professional in self-defense. It might even be martial arts. No, Arthur doesn't stand a chance even with all his own training. She's by far superior to his personal skills. Merlynn made sure that she didn't rely on her magic for anything during physical instruction. The prince accepts the inevitable and braces for impact... Except there isn't any. About twenty centimeters from his face her entire right limb is frozen. They both realize in unison what this means. She's ceased crying and is just staring, completely motionless. God, poor thing. That has to be devastating. Well, he's not going to show his feelings of relief. His Goddess needs comfort. He delicately lowers the frozen leg until it's resting flat on the bed. Then he lays between her legs and combs his fingers through her hair. "Oh, precious." She's not making a sound. She's not looking at anything. "I'm so sorry, love. It's okay. I promise I won't hurt you. With your suppresants I'm not sure if you'll be able to orgasm or not, but at the very least I won't hurt you." She's dazed. "Merlynn? Merlynn?"

She... she... Her magic... Her magic actually stopped her. Her own magic will protect him before her. Well, fuck that! Fuck Arthur! Fuck destiny! Fuck Magic! She is done! She is not going to go down without a fight! She maybe can't hurt him, but she certainly can make it difficult. She knows she's most likely not getting out of this, but she'd hate herself if she just let him. No, if this bastard wants to do this, then he is going to have to do it by force. She feels his fingers weaving through her hair. Ugh! Does he honestly think it is any kind of consolation? Okay, he thinks she's in shock. She can work with that. The witch is patient for the prime moment to strike. 'Merlynn? Merlynn?' Wait for it... 'Mer...' Now! She amasses any anger she can reach, every last grain: at Arthur, at the Old Religion, at destiny... at her own bloody, fucking magic. She lets it fuel her muscles and once she's collected it all... she practically sends him flying. Ha! Her! Merlynn did that. Not Magic. She didn't need it. The traitor still saved him from harm against the backboard, but she doesn't care. All she knows is she's free. And freedom means... run!

Holy hell! He was not expecting that. He could have easily broken something with that impact if her magic hadn't saved him. He's almost proud of her. That was his girl with no supernatural power that pulled that out. She's across the room and looking very not frightened. No, she is livid. "Merlynn?"

"Just stay away from me, Arthur Pendragon!"

"Merlynn, you know I can't do that."

"Why? It's simple. You just stay over there."

"Merlynn, you're my soulmate. You're on suppresants, so you can't imagine the pull I have towards you. I think you'd feel it too if you went off of them."

"Never! I'm saving myself for Mordred!" Tears are just falling from her eyes without sound, no gasps of air, no whimpering, just silent, salty drops.

"I can't let that happen."

"Why? I would have given myself to you willingly after I first lay with my husband."

"I can't wait two years, Merlynn."

"Then I can give you suppresants! They obviously work."

Arthur ignores the suggestion. "And I certainly can't let another man have my soulmate's virtue."

"Why not? I know how it works here. You've probably never fucked a virgin before. All of your partners have had experience. I'm asking for one night. Not sleeping around. Not random hook-ups. Just one night and then I'm yours. Willingly. So why not?"

"Because they aren't you, Merlynn! Fuck! Just stop the suppresants and you'll see. You'll understand what it's like for me. I want you! Only you! I can't even think about another woman. From the moment I met you, I've known. You're mine, Merlynn! I am yours! We are one! The only one that doesn't seem to realize that is you!"

"I wasn't saying no to you, Arthur. I was just saying not yet."

"No, you were saying not yet, just let me marry and fuck another man first. Your virtue is mine, Merlynn! Mine!"

"Why?! Why is it yours?! I certainly didn't get your virtue. Why the double-standard, hmm? Why?!"

"I didn't even know you until a couple months ago! I'm twenty-four years old, Merlynn. I lost mine nine years ago."

"So. If I can't have yours, then why is it so important you have mine? Unless... Oh goddess, I know why. Of course. Classic Arthur. This isn't so much about you wanting it. This is about you not being able to stand another man having it. This is nothing but possessive jealousy, like a toddler."

A toddler! A toddler is he?! Well, he'll show her. "Maybe I am a toddler, Merlynn. Maybe. And do you know what happens when another child takes the toddler's toy, Merlynn...? He takes it back." Arthur clutches the stone once more. "Emrys. Emrys. Emrys."

"Arthur!"

The air seems to ripple where she manifests, so he has a couple of seconds to position himself the perfect distance between her and his mattress. As soon as she's whole, he wraps his arms around her waist and hauls her over his shoulder in a fireman's hold. She pounds her fists in his back and tries to kick her legs free, but soon he's violently flinging her onto his pillow top, almost knocking the wind out of her.

"Arthur! Stop!" Before he was treating her like a fragile China doll, but now he's aggressive and threatening. Goddess, is he going to hurt her?!

"Just a bodyguard, she says." They are hand to hand fighting for dominance. She's losing.

Merlynn's whimpering now. She knows she won't last. "Please!"

"Not a plaything, she says." Arthur is now upright on his knees straddling her thighs.

The more ground she loses the more she sobs, feeling helpless to save herself. "Arthur, goddess, please stop!"

"Can't stand the sight of you..." He finally has her forearms pressed into the cushion, while he's on his hands and knees hovering above her.

"Ar ar th thur... d don't." Merlynn strains to speak through her quickening breaths and cries.

"Never gonna happen..." He extends his legs out, so he's now laying directly on top of her, arms still pinioned at her ears.

"Get off me, Arthur! Get off!"

He yanks both wrists over her head and holds them fast in a single fist. "'My virtue is Mordred's' she says."

"Goddess, someone help me!"

"Possessive jealousy, Merlynn?" With his free hand he slips under her camisole, the same conditions as their date. Only this time she won't escape.

"No Arthur!"

But instead of fondling her under her clothes, he rolls the hem up revealing round, full, milk-white mounds with pink crowns. "Oh, yes, I am jealous, Merlynn."

No words, just sobs, as he eases the cami the rest of the way over her head. She can feel his naked chest skin to skin with hers.

"And possessive?" He slinks his thumb beneath the hem of her panties and glides them down her supple, silk legs.

"Pl ple please st ooop."

"Guilty, as charged, MY Goddess."

Merlynn feels like she's going to be vomit. She's sobbing so hard she's battling to breathe.

Now that he has her fully nude beneath him and he's finished his diatribe, his anger flees. Staring at his shuddering soulmate, completely shattered, breaks his heart. Arthur caresses her tear soaked face. "Oh love, I'm so sorry. I'm not angry anymore." He realizes how vulnerable she must feel being stripped naked. "What do you say we even the playing field, eh?" He scoots away from her and rises off the bed. His angel immediately curls into herself, tucking her knees tight to her chest. The prince lets his own dressing gown fall from his shoulders and promptly removes his trousers. Arthur wants to see her, but he thinks she'll feel more comfortable if she sees him first. "Merlynn? Merlynn look at me."

Merlynn doesn't want to look at him. She wants to tightly shut her eyes and pretend that none of this is happening. She scrunches up even more holding herself tightly as possible in the fetal position.

Well, what can he do if she won't open her eyes? He tried to be a gentleman and give her first glance, but she wouldn't take it. Arthur is hungry. He craves to see her naked form, and he will not be denied anymore. He grips her ankles and yanks them straight.

"No Arthur! Please, please, please just leave me alone." She tries to cross her legs again, but he wrenches them apart. With one hand she covers her breasts, the other she cups her sex.

The prince settles in the V of her legs, keeping them spread and snags both of her wrists, peeling them from her body. She can no longer conceal herself from his gaze. "Don't hide from me, Merlynn."

"Ar ar ar thur, g god dess." You aren't here, Merlynn. You are at home, in bed, in deep slumber. The sensations you feel are figments of your imagination. Or better yet, this is Mordred on your wedding night. Just keep your eyes closed, and you might make it through this.

Arthur hardens at first sight of his Goddess. He had a good idea of what she looked like underneath because of her revealing wardrobe, but nothing compares to reality in-lieu-of fantasy. He knows she feels shamed, but good god she has nothing to be ashamed about. "You're beautiful, Merlynn. You don't need to be embarrassed. Women pay to look as good as you."

Regardless, Merlynn's humiliated. She doesn't think anyone has seen her naked since she gained bathing independence as a child. "Please stop talking." He ruins her visual escape anytime he speaks, and watching the future king salivate over her form just might cause her to lose that earlier apple.

Arthur is savvy to what HIS raven beauty is doing, and he can't allow it. He can't bare his soulmate envisioning another man. "Merlynn, look at me."

"No. If you want to rape me and I can't stop you physically, then I'll keep you out mentally."

"I want you with me, Merlynn. Not someone else."

"Tough." He may have control on the outside, but no fucking way will she give him control within.

The prince fumes and he roughly fists her dark locks. "Now, you see here, woman. I can make this very painful for you. Not because I have any desire to, but because if you're going to be picturing someone else... I'm assuming you're going for Mordred. If you're going to picture him, then I rather you remember him as the monster. But if you keep your eyes on me, stay focused on me, then I will give you a night of pure pleasure, or as much as I can through the suppresants. I already know this is emotionally difficult for you, traumatic even. I want everything else to be as enjoyable as I can make it, but if you choose this night to be another man, than I will ensure you not remember him fondly. Are we clear?"

Merlynn can't believe he would hurt her over jealousy. Why not? He's raping you, isn't he? Can't get much worse. She opens her eyes.

Arthur smiles lovingly. "Good girl."

"How can you be like this? I was told you were the greatest king, the best of men. My people revere you, MORDRED reveres you. How can you do this? Why would you do this?"

"You are fully aware why, Merlynn. I never even would have considered it if you weren't forcing my hand."

"For... your, hand?! How am I forcing you to sexually assault me?! Are you insane?!"

Rage floods Arthur's veins and he swings his hand to backhand her. Merlynn realizes what's happening and she turns, pinching her features and bracing for impact... but he stops before he connects, astonished that even darkside would do such a thing. "Uh, I meant... I meant that I uh... need you for myself. I wish you could feel the attraction, the magnetism I have for you. I don't doubt that without the suppresants you'd feel it just as strongly. We'd have probably been in bed together the first night we met. This isn't normal, Merlynn. This is beyond Lance and Gwen, and Gwaine and Elena combined. What I feel for you is supernatural. I can't fight it anymore. I can't resist anymore. I tried. I swear I tried. You can ask anyone. And remember how you said when you were in male form in our past lives we must have only been friends, the best of friends?" She nods. "I don't believe that. I believe we were homosexuals. When you showed us all the male version of you... I've never been attracted to a man, not in this life anyway, but I was him. And when you spoke... I knew that voice, Merlynn. I knew it. I don't know how, but I recognized it. And god, I wanted him, I wanted him like I want air. Even on the suppresants, beyond your love for Mordred, you feel drawn to me. I know you do. Can you imagine what it would be like if you were off them? Even Mordred understands the pull we have to each other. So much so he's willing to take a backseat to me. He's not willing to share his wife. He wants to give her to me, and just borrow her every once in awhile. Why can't you see what everyone else does that we are meant to be? I am sorry you fell in love with Mordred, I am. But I had no choice in that."

"I was betrothed to save your life. And it worked. For this life, you are safe from Mordred Ambrose."

"Life isn't worth living without my soulmate. I would have rather taken my chances."

"And doomed magic! Don't you wonder why Mordred never made it into the Camelot gang? Because he kills you! For fifteen hundred years of lifetimes you have never lived a full life. I have never been able to save you from that fate... until now. And instead of being grateful, your choice is to fuck me against my will. And what about how I feel, huh? I'm immortal, Arthur. I couldn't deal with your deaths to the point of I had to deage myself every time you died, because I couldn't bear to live without you. You choose sex, but I choose life! And I wasn't saying no for this life. All I needed was two years. Two years, and I was yours. I never told you to remain celibate. I wanted you to satisfy your urges elsewhere so you could have romance with me, but no, it has to be me and you HAVE to steel my virtue, even though I never had yours."

"If I had known you existed or met you at that age you would have had it. I have no doubt I would always have been faithful to you, Merlynn. No woman compares to you... but that didn't happen, and I'm sorry. But you have maintained your maidenhood, and I feel like it should be mine before anyone else."

"Maybe I can talk to Mordred. Maybe I could give it to you... just not yet."

"And when would that be, huh Merlynn?! When?! I'm not a fool. I know this whole thing isn't exactly going to endear me to you. Did you miss the whole point where I can't wait anymore? This is a battle I have already fought and lost."

"Arthur, please don't do this." She appeals to him, hopefully reaching the hero and honor he's known for.

"I'm sorry, Merlynn. But you're irresistible." And he begins peppering her neck with sweet kisses.

"No, Arthur!"

She screams and he takes advantage of her parted lips, going for a deeper kiss. When he pulls back, he covers her mouth with his palm and pins her wrists again with his other. The prince can't stand to hear her protests, not now anyway.

"I want to try some things and see if I can get you to come. You will enjoy this a lot more if you can."

Merlynn's eyes widened and started shaking her head vehemently. She doesn't want to enjoy it. She doesn't want to do it. Goddess, please!

Alarmed by his lover's trembling and apparent struggles to breathe, Arthur releases her wrists and uncups her mouth. He falls to her side and envelops her from behind. She immediately tucks in again and he holds her close as she weeps. "Hey, it's going to be all right." She tries to pull away from him but he just tugs her back.

"Arthur, pl pl ease let... m me go." She can barely speak through her tears.

"Shh, shh, shh. Merlynn, I'm not going to hurt you." While she lies in one of his arms, embracing her from underneath, he affectionately nuzzles into her soft tresses and gently strokes her thigh. "Do you really know nothing about sex?" Her voice fails her, so she just shakes her head. With the next stroke Arthur slides his hand through, in-between her legs.

"Noooo! Nooo!" She tries to scrunch more and pry his hand off of her, simultaneously straining to grasp anything solid and pull herself away.

"Merlynn... Merlynn..." She continues to squirm and twist trying to wrench free. He doesn't have a choice. She's hysterical. He rolls her onto her back forces her legs down and apart, then he crawls in-between.

"No Arthur!" Goddess, somebody help me! She endeavors to push him back but he pins her limbs once again. The tears flow harder.

"Merlynn, calm down. I need to teach you something." To perform his next move he needs one of his hands free. He has no choice but to restrain both arms with one fist yet again. She bawls knowingly with the repeat placement. "Oh love." He delicately kisses each cheek, her tears making her face shine and glisten. His Goddess is so beautiful. "First, everyone has erogenous zones."

"Please don't do this to me, Arthur, don't do this to me." She yowls with his initial molestation.

"They vary from person to person, but there are some similarities. Most people are aroused with nipple stimulation." He starts making revolutions around her areola with the pad of his finger. Arthur gradually tightens each circle until he's directly on the tip, then he rolls her nipple between his thumb and index finger.

"Somebody help me please," Merlynn sniffles between breaths.

Arthur ignores her begging and follows the process for the other nipple until both are hard and fully erect. "It doesn't have to be fingers. Many prefer the mouth." He adjusts to holding both of her limbs while his face remains level to her breasts. Leaning in, he kitten licks the first pink bud, flicking his tongue over the tip. Then he takes the whole blush thin tissue and suckles like a newborn babe.

While he's distracted working the peak of her breast, she attempts a feeble escape. It fails of course, but the fact it chokes her tormentor is small consolation.

"Now, now, sweetheart. We don't want to neglect the other, do we?"

"Yes," she murmurs. There's no point of him hearing it. Her opinion, her feelings, her desires don't matter. No, spoiled Arthur must have everything his way.

He's mesmerized with the sight of her globe's crown dripping with his saliva and glimmering in the light. He blows over the wetness stimulating it more with cool air. "You can also do both at once." He now mouths the second one, while lightly touching the first.

Merlynn mewls at the double fondling. "Arthur, please stop. Please."

Arthur never minds her plea. "Now some people get aroused with touches to the ears or neck. Some people like the thin skin on the back of the knee or the thick muscle of thighs, but it's kind of universal for everyone to be stimulated between their legs." He reaches down and cups her sex.

"Nooo! Arthur! Let me go!"

He can feel her quivering with her cries. "It's going to be okay, sweetheart. I've got you." He slides his fingers within her smooth folds. "Merlynn, angel, do you know anything about your female anatomy?"

Again, she wags her head and barely squeezes the words out through her sobs. "N no. They th thou t it was too m much li like ssss ex. They sss said my hu husband wou ld teach me." She bawls harder at the latter utterance, thinking of her fiance.

Oh my gorgeous soulmate, your husband is teaching you. You just don't know it yet. His touch begins on the outside. "These are your labia." He gently pulls each side. "Now, between them, at the top, is a very special part that we'll talk about in a minute, but first..." He slides his fingers inside.

Merlynn shrieks at the intrusion. "No!"

Arthur brushes over the command, thrilled with what he notices. "Merlynn, you're wet! Inside... this is your vagina," he says as he skims his finger over all the walls. "...and secretions are a good sign you might be able to orgasm! Isn't that wonderful?!"

Merlynn glares at Arthur as if skinning him alive through her gaze. He's insane. He's actually mad. "I don't want to orgasm! I don't want any of this, you bastard! So no, it is not wonderful! I hate it! I hate you being excited! I hate you enjoying yourself! I hate you!"

The Future King is hurt for about three seconds before he's burning with anger. "You know what, Merlynn? I am enjoying myself and I'm going to continue enjoying myself. And I'm going to make you come, witch. I'm gonna give you the greatest pleasure of your life... whether you like it or not." Her eyes widen in fear. Good, she can hate him all she wants. He's going to take what's his. He pulls his fingers out and spreads her labia, then starts sliding his finger from the bottom to the top. When he reaches the apex he pushes the tiny hood back, exposing the little bundle of nerves underneath. He uses some of her own juices to wet his finger tip and circles the nub, before beginning to graze it over and over with the pad of his thumb.

Merlynn gasps. What is that?! "Arthur, stop!"

"You like it, don't you...? Perfect. This is your clitoris." He smirks knowing her arousal confirms her capability to climax. He's going to make his girl feel positively euphoric by the time he's finished, and he's not gonna use his finger to do it.

"No Arthur, please! I'm sorry what I said earlier. I am. Please, as your soulmate. Just. Stop."

"Merlynn, this is your first time. This is our first time together. I want it to be good. Now, there's something I want to do to give you a mind blowing orgasm. It will also help lubricate you for later."

"No! I don't want it good for me. I don't want it at all. Goddess, please let me go!" She tries another futile attempt to escape. She can't feel like she gave up. She needs to be able to tell herself she fought, she fought to the end.

He pulls her arms from over her head and brings them down until they are resting against her lower abdomen. He pushes them as far up as he can to keep her flat on her back while he still can reach his destination. Once he has them both positioned so she isn't moving and he can still comfortably proceed with his plan, he returns to her sex. Damn, she's delectable, and her fully waxed, smooth, ivory flesh makes oral stimulation all the more erotic. What the fuck did he do to be chosen for this woman? Not woman... deity.

Holy! His mouth... his tongue... is there! She didn't even know that was a thing, and it feels... good. Goddess, if she's being honest, it's phenomenal, and she hates it, hates it more than any of it so far. She tries to move away again, but his strength. He's so much stronger than her natural muscle. If she only had her magic she'd summon a lightning bolt and fry his arse, but the only recourse she has are words. "Please. Please. Goddess make him stop!"

He's gentle, how he flicks his tongue along the head, how he swirls it around the sensitive skin, how he licks it, letting the texture of the taste buds quicken the tiny nerves. Or how he slurps it, rushing blood to the surface through the miniscule vessels. He knows that women who experience this type of thing are traumatized by orgasming, but he can't bare the thought of his soulmate not having any pleasure for her first time, especially if it helps avoid pain when he penetrates her and breaks her barrier. He has lubrication to help, but her own self lubrication would be better. He has always been appalled at any man violating a woman, but she is literally his, made for him by a Goddess, and she continues to reject him. He didn't want it to be like this, but she forced his hand... or other things. "You don't really want that, sweetheart. You need this for later. You don't have to blame yourself. This is a natural physical response to stimulation." As he continues to speak he gently keeps up his ministrations with his finger. "It happens to everyone. Every woman responds like this with clitoris incitement. I can tell you're close. Just enjoy it, love. I promise you it doesn't hurt."

He's wrong. It hurts so much. But he's right about one thing, something is happening inside her. It's happening and she loathes it because it feels incredible. She can't stop it, just another way she has no control. Goddess, it's coming!

"That's it, baby. Come for me." And she does. She also sobs harder. He continues to tongue her through it. "Oh, my Goddess, you're delicious. I could drink you every day."

"Pl ple please say i its ove over. No more. I ca can't take a an y m mm ore." Once again she struggles with speech.

"Oh, you beautiful, sweet, innocent woman. You don't know what's next do you?" Arthur repositions himself, blanketing her body with his own, holding fast her wrists below her gauntlets, on the duvet beneath them. "Okay. Feel this?" He bucks against her thigh with his hard member. "That will now go inside you."

"No! No! Noo! Arthur, I beg you! Don't do this to me!" She can feel his fingers enter her, first one... then two... then three. "Please don't do this to me! Arthur, Goddess help me! Someone help me!"

He hates hearing her suffering, but he hates the idea of her with the warlock or any other man more. After he's finished preparing her, he lines himself up with her entrance. "Merlynn? Merlynn? Merlynn, you have to calm down. I need you to listen to me."

"Don't do this to me! Please! I'm begging, don't do this to me!"

"Merlynn, I promised I wouldn't hurt you, but you can hurt yourself. You have to relax. If you tense up, it will hurt. You have to soften the muscle and keep it loose and flexible." He tries to calm her with soft kisses on her cheek and neck. "You have to calm yourself, my love."

"Arthur, I will do anything. Please. Don't. Do. This!"

"I'm gonna push inside now. I will go nice and slow." And he enters her. Slowly, as promised.

"No!" She's now shaking violently. "Don't do... this!"

She's naturally clenching like he expected. He's at the barrier inside her, and she probably has no idea what's in store. She has to ease her muscles or this has the potential to be very painful. "Merlynn, you have to relax. You likely don't know what is going to happen now. Inside of a woman, there is a thin layer of skin that acts as a block into the cervix, called the hymen. When she loses her virtue the penis breaks through it. There is normally a small amount of blood and it does cause a little bit of pain, but it is soon replaced by pleasure. It can be very painful if you don't relax, though."

She can't stand the idea of just allowing him through, but she had no clue any part of this was going to hurt, at least physically, and now she's even more scared. She frantically shakes her head. "No! I don't want it!"

"Merlynn, you either relax, or I'll push through regardless." He hates threatening her, but he's quickly losing his restraint. "I'm going to count to five and enter. It will be up to you how uncomfortable it is. It's coming as one swift thrust. Trust me you don't want gradual for this. One... two... three...

"Arthur! No! Help me someone!"

"...four... five." He pulls out leaving only the head and with a single thrust slams into her. She screams.

"Aaaah!" Pain! Pain! Pain! "No! Mordred!!!"

With the cry of her fiancé's name, he slaps his hand over her mouth. He can't listen to that name while he's doing this. "I'm going to give your body a moment to adjust." He's pretty sure there's going to be a wet spot on the sheets from the torrent of tears. He kisses her neck and gives a little nibble, leaving his mark. "I'm going to start moving now. I can't stress enough how much you need to keep your inner walls loose." And he begins his thrusts. Fuck, she feels spectacular! "Fuck, Merlynn. You're so tight and perfect. I love you. You know that. I know that's hard to believe given... this, but I do. I need you, I need you so much." He starts pouring kisses all over her body, unable to resist the supple, silk derma, that he's craved for weeks. He just continues plunging into her.

She can't believe this is happening. Her King, the Once and Future King is raping her. Part of her thought he would stop, him supposedly being such a 'great man'. She'd thought he'd have an attack of conscience, but she was wrong. She was so wrong. She's never let another man near her, except Mordred, and that was only when he came of age a couple weeks ago. Goddess, what is he gonna think of this? Will he even still want her?

"Fuck, Merlynn, I'm close!" He uncovers her mouth and he reaches under his pillow for the scarf. "You are my soulmate and my queen, my love."

She sees the scarf in his hands and wonders when the nightmare will be over. What? He's gonna tie her up now? What next, chain her to his bed?

"You are my heart. I never want any other woman but you. You are everything to me. I would give up my throne for you. I will never touch another woman..." He traps her under his heavy weight and grabs one of her wrists he lifts it and slides the scarf underneath.

"What are you doing, Arthur?" Why's he only tying one wrist?

"...for the rest of my life," He lays his own wrist over the same strip of fabric. He holds firm both of her hands so she can't pull away, ruining the ritual. This has to happen. It's what it's all about.

What in the hell? Why is he tying them both together? Unless... no, he wouldn't. No he... couldn't. "Arthur, what are you doing?!" He can't be serious.

"...nor let you touch another man."

Oh no. Goddes, he is! "NOOOOO! NOOOO! NOOOO!" She strives so hard. She pulls; she twists; she bucks; she desperately struggles to wrench free, to no avail. Merlynn can't hurt him, but she could hurt herself. He would have to let go if she broke her wrist, right? So, she starts to fling the appendage back and fourth in his grip, but her hand glows, and Merlynn can feel it. Her magic is keeping her from hurting herself. Of course it would. Have to be in perfect condition to save its King. Fuck!

Arthur is almost there. Morgana said he has to say it at his peak. Just a couple more thrusts and he can feel his balls tighten.

She can't hurt him, but maybe she can incapacitate him without hurting him. She learned the sleeping spell in class. If she uses words, will her magic work for her, then? Will it be enough push to work for her? "Snafu." She tries a second time. "Snafu." Nothing. Her magic is shrinking away from her... again. "Goddess! Mordred!"

-- Somewhere in Ambrosia, the warlock is woken from a dead sleep. Something is wrong. He can sense it, and it's bad, really bad... Merlynn! Mordred attempts to rise to save his betrothed, but his body suddenly feels like lead. No! I have to get to her! Why is it stopping him?! Doesn't magic love Magic? Why won't it let him save her?! Pleeeas, ple... His words are starting to slur. And then... he knows. He knows why magic is in effect paralyzing him... Arthur. His last thought before he passes out... 'I'm gonna kill him'.--

He comes. "Aefre annes." He feels it immediately. Golden tendrils start circling the Once and Future King and Emrys, somehow even threading underneath them, wrapping them in shimmering ribbons. He can feel the magic not only around him, but coursing through him. He knows his own eyes have flared. Merlynn is screaming like she hasn't yet tonight, but he honestly doesn't care. The magic... the magic... is the most extraordinary thing he's ever felt. He knows this is right. His Goddess is being linked to him like a puzzle piece. A puzzle piece that's then fused together.

She's hysterical. She knows it's happening, and there is nothing... she can do... to stop it. The magic has chosen its side... and it isn't her. The power is radiating off Arthur in waves. And unlike her beloved, who when his eyes glow, is beautiful, Arthur looks like a demon. With the gaze of an inferno ready to set her ablaze. He looks manic and... evil. When the shimmering flickers out, and the gold has absorbed through both of them, he finally... FINALLY let's her go.

Arthur has never felt so good in his life, touched by the heavens, shrouded by the Gods in a cloak of pure bliss. He feels whole, when he hadn't even realized he was empty.

Merlynn rolls her naked form away from her curse. Yes, that is what he is. Not her destiny, but her bane. People had it wrong. They had it so wrong. She has to get out of there. Merlynn has no idea where her clothes are, so she waves her hand, and blessedly her magic locates the garments and redresses her. She should thank it for its benevolence, then she teleports home.

--

Merlynn regards her room, where she was just a little over an hour ago. Her soft, cushy comforter still looks like it's ready to welcome her into its folds. Her grimoires she had been studying with her classmates only a few hours ago, sit on her desk, waiting for the witch's perusal once more. She thinks there's a test in potions this week. There's the workout equipment she used just this morning, and there's her computer, where she Skypes her beloved... her warlock... her Mordred.

With thoughts of her betrothed, the Goddess slumps to her knees and starts bawling. That's when she notices the ring. Her sapphire engagement ring she's worn since she was six, once a beautiful sparkling blue has faded to a matte black and the platinum band no more. She's lost him. She's lost... everything. And Magic... let it... happen.

She slips the ring from her finger and holds it fast in her fist, and she rises to her feet, so stiff with every muscle flexed and tense. An unadulterated fury begins to build inside of her. Her teeth grind, and she seethes raw anger that would cower a Bengal tiger. Her eyes are cold and crazed with murderous intent. She wants to kill him. Magic will have to protect him from her, because Merlynn is going to rip his balls off and shove them down his throat. Take an ax to his cock and hang it as a hood ornament or the new royal flag. Rage continues to flow through magic incarnate like lava. The once dormant volcano within, a power still untouched in her core, never been reached for before, never been necessary, like the monsters deep in the abyss of the ocean... she's reaching now and this is one fiery mountain moments from explosion.

Before another thought passes through the witch's mind, the strongest shield she's ever created coats the ceiling, floor, and entire perimeter of her room. Then... she screams. Screams that would level the city, if not all of the UK, without the shimmering protection. Emrys, the heart and Magic conduit of all power... the beat stops and the flow ceases. Sorcerers, sorceresses, witches, warlocks, mythical creatures across the globe suffer a small arythmia of their magic. It will be a phenomenon that is discussed among the gifted for years to come. Only the high priestesses and high priest of Ambrosia know the anomaly's cause. Or he will when magic allows him to rouse. Morgana sheds a single tear; Morgause bows her head; Nimueh smiles.

Meanwhile the roommates are jolted awake by a bright light that is permeating the entire flat. In a flash, they both are sprinting from their rooms into the corridor. Shielding as much light as they can from their eyes, they finally locate the source of the radiant beams... Merlynn's door.

Elena twists the knob with no resistance but can't push through. "Something's blocking the door!"

Both women start banging frantically, throwing all of their body weight at the solid slab, likely forming bruises.

"Merlynn! Merlynn! Merlynn!"

"Let us in! Merlynn! Meerrrrlynnn!"

The light starts to fade and when everything's returned to status quo Gwen and Elena can finally open the door. Nothing could have prepared them for what they saw... Nothing. The place wasn't trashed. There was nothing thrown around, nothing broken, nothing torn or shattered. No, all that remained were piles of ash, remnants of melted metal... and their roommate, collapsed to the floor, right in the center, covered in dust, clutching something in her hand so tight her knuckles are white. Her face is soaked with tears, but she's not making a sound, yet the drops continue to pour from her eyes with no signs of stopping. She's staring at nothing, a comatose gaze. When the two women break out of their shock at the astonishing sight, they practically throw themselves at the witch.

"Merlynn! Holy fuck! Merlynn! Honey!"

"Oh Merlynn! Sweetie, come back to us! Come back!"

Gwen practically pulls the Goddess into her lap, cradling her head into her chest. Elena ribbons her limbs around their precious friend, enveloping her in as much love as she can give. The blonde and brunette let their own tears fall, worried for their sweet, innocent roommate.

"Oh Merlynn, what happened, love? What happened?"

"We're here for you, darling, here for you. She's clutching something in her hand. See if you can open her fist. It might give us a clue."

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Shit, if she were anyone else I'd say we should take her to AE. But she's Emrys. Could they even help her?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. Besides, I don't think this problem is physical."

"Yeah, me either. Hold it. I think I got her hand open. What? What is that?"

"It's. It's her ring. Her engagement ring. It's pure sapphire. How in the world was it broken in two?"

"This can't be her ring. It's black. But then what happened to hers?"

Elena tries to pull it out of Merlynn's hand, which seems to be all the witch needs to crack the frozen emptiness. "Nooo!"

The blonde startles at the sudden scream. "It's okay, Merlynn, it's okay! We won't touch it! I'm sorry. What? What happened, Merlynn?"

"It's okay, sweetheart. We're here for you. Whatever it is, you're safe now." Gwen, can't believe she's saying those words to the most powerful being on the planet.

"No, I'm not. I'll never be safe, again."

This alarms both women. "Fuck, Merlynn what happened?"

"Please, Merlynn. We love you."

There was a long pause, and then they hear it. The sound is but a whisper yet still clear on what she says.

"He destroyed me."