Merlin put his arms around Alice's waist and pulled her closer to him. He finally kissed her. He kissed her hard. He crushed her soft lips and stole soft moans from her. His heart was pounding, he couldn't get enough of her, he couldn't believe that this was finally happening to him. She had been calling to him, driving him crazy for a long time, making him forget everything in the world as soon as her figure caught his eye. He could not admit it for a long time, but the image of Arthur and Alice flirting put everything in its place. Everything inside him burned when Alice smiled at him. As if to spite him, she smiled at everyone around her, except him!

But now she belonged to him and him alone. He pressed harder into the girl's body. He pulled away from her lips, swollen from his demanding kisses, and moved to her neck. Alice moaned softly, making the wizard feel a tight knot in his stomach. Merlin began to move lower, to her shoulder, which was hidden by the damned fabric of her dress, leaving wet kiss marks on her skin. If only he could get them off her...

"Merlin," Alice moaned, "not here, not in the corridor..." her eyes were clouded with desire, but even in this state she tried to maintain what little self-control she had.

Where else if not in the corridor?

They stood behind a column, not far from the audience chamber, where they could be caught at any moment by the guards, the king's retinue, any of those bastard knights (she even smiled at those arrogant bastards, as if she didn't know they hoped for more), or the crowned donkey himself. Oh, he would be happy if Arthur saw his beloved Alice with him...

With one hand still holding the girl's waist, Merlin slipped under the dress with the other and squeezed the girl's thigh. He revelled in the moment, pressing his lips to the neck, not in light kisses but in tangible bites, leaving his marks and Alice could only moan softly. Eventually his hand, the one that had penetrated the girl's clothing, rose higher and higher until it touched a sensitive spot. It was hot and wet.

"You're so wet," the wizard smiled, not recognizing his own voice because it was so full of lust. Merlin was wildly erect himself; his cock had been digging into his linen pants for a long time, and his balls were aching with desire. But he didn't want to start with the sweet stuff right away: he wanted Alice to suffer, to feel what it was like to want the unattainable. He lightly massaged her labia while she breathed with her mouth, lightly ran his thumb over her clit, causing her to inhale and exhale heavily, and plunged his fingers halfway into her wet vagina. The sweet moans were honey to my ears.

"Merlin... please..." Alice murmured, barely audible, torn by her emotions. She was thrashing around in his arms, beads of sweat on her forehead, her cheeks flushed and looking like she was going to faint.

"Please what?" Merlin smiled charmingly and pulled away from her neck. She can't hide these hickeys; she'll have to wear a dress with a high collar on a hot sunny day. Otherwise, Arthur will see them, it would be embarrassing.

"Do... something..." she begged, trying to slide onto his fingers. She was so wet that Merlin was sure his cock would have entered her vagina smoothly like clockwork...

"Has Arthur touched you there yet?" he thought suddenly. You fool, you're going to ruin everything now, what difference does it make if she's yours and yours alone?

"What, why are you talking about Arthur?" Alice's voice was angry, "I've done all this, attracted the attention of all those men, so that you would pay attention to me, you idiot. I don't need Arthur, I don't need the knights, I only need you, Merlin!" she looked at him with a look that made his mouth dry and his breath hard.

Those words almost made Merlin cum in his pants. Alice slipped from his fingers and leaned forward. She leaned against a column, lifting her dress provocatively and looking back at Merlin over her shoulder. He didn't even need to say anything, he almost tore off his pants and underwear and, trembling a little with impatience, pressed the head of his cock against her entrance.

"Merlin!"

This is not Alice's voice.

"Merlin, how much longer are you going to sleep?"

Gaius?! Where did he come from?

Merlin jumped up in bed and looked frightened at the court physician who was staring at him in the doorway of his room.

"Wake up and get the herbs, it's high time, mint and celandine should be picked at dawn, have you forgotten our agreement yesterday?" the old man growled, "what were you dreaming about, I couldn't get you up for ten minutes, I kept calling you but you didn't wake up..." he continued muttering under his breath and closed the door behind him.

Merlin took several deep breaths and exhaled, trying to calm his heart that was pounding furiously in his chest. His cock was pulling at the fabric of his trousers (it was a good thing he was covered with a blanket and Gaius hadn't noticed, that would have been embarrassing) and it hurt like he hadn't masturbated in ages.

Again.

Merlin was filled with anger at his dreams, equal parts anger at Gaius for interrupting everything in the most interesting place. Couldn't the mint and celandine wait five minutes?

Those stupid dreams with Alice again! Had she really bewitched him? And he never managed to finish what he started in his dream. Usually, he was awakened just as they were about to move on to the most anticipated moment, or just as he was about to finish. The second option was both more pleasant and offensive at the same time, because the wizard remembered all the sensations of the wet vaginal walls surrounding his cock. Everything was so realistic that waking up with a hard cock and a severe lack of sex was becoming a habit.

Merlin would have gone to The Great Dragon for advice (maybe there was a spell that could stop it?) if he hadn't been ashamed to share the situation. And... he suspected that the problem was not with the spell, but with Alice, who had stolen his heart (and his penis) at first sight. The Great Dragon would surely laugh if he told him that. Merlin closed his eyes and tried to calm down, but she was there again.

And now to go to the palace, to cross paths with her in the corridors, and to think only of her juicy breasts that he would knead and suck; of her tender vagina that tightly enveloped his cock; of her plump lips that sometimes took his cock into her little mouth and...

Merlin ejaculated without even touching his cock into his pajama pants, thinking of her. He always felt a kind of melancholy afterwards. He felt very lonely, wanted to lie down on the bed, cover himself with a pillow, hide from the whole world and sob. No, he sometimes had such dreams, after all, his health was good, he was a young man in his prime, and there were many beautiful ladies at court, but it didn't happen very often. And after Alice appeared in the castle, he dreamed about it almost every night.

Merlin looked at the stain on his pants and felt despair. In reality, Alice was kind to him, but no more so than to anyone else. She smiled at him the same way she smiled at others, politely asked how he was doing, and might have a few words with him, but never asked to meet him after work. Apparently, Merlin was to blame for that, because when she first appeared, those stupid dreams started, and the wizard was afraid to breathe next to the girl again (if his penis had reflexively risen at the sight of Alice in a normal conversation, and it was not a dream... his reputation would never have been washed away). When everyone tried to get to know the new girl, Merlin avoided her, so...

Merlin began to relax slowly.

"Where are you? I promised Mr. Gwendolen a cough drop!" Gaius' indignant voice came from the kitchen.

"I'm coming!" Merlin exclaimed.

This is gonna be a hard day.