A Marriage that Started a Legend

by IJustShowedUp

Follows canon but with my own arranged marriage spin on it. What happens when Hunith makes a mistake and is forced on the run with her infant son? What happens when Camelot knights find her twenty years later? What happens when Arthur learns he's betrothed to a peasant boy? Will Merlin be able to stand among royalty? Will these two different boys survive each other? Review!

210. Chapter 212

A scream of frustration escaped the lips of Arthur Pendragon, his entire body jolting against the expanse of sheets he laid across. He was suspended, it felt like, and the touch of his lovely had been keeping him grounded to his reality, even as he had been building up towards his heavenly completion. But now his lovely had released him, their touch no longer burning his private area on the other side of his pants. It was torture, pure and unadulterated torture, Arthur vaguely thought through the fog that had encompassed his mind. But having two what felt like orgasms but weren't, and one tease that left him wailing as it was cut off so abruptly, tended to do that to a man. And that was what Arthur was… just a simple man who had been lost to the sensation of touch. Beautiful touch. Heavenly touch. Hell touch. Arthur found it hard to figure out whether it was heaven he has fallen into, where he had been allowed to have this angel in his bedding. Or if it was his hell, where this demonic being had been set upon him in the most tortuous way. He found it hard to think at all, as tears of pure frustration rolled down his cheeks, his cock straining in his pants after he was cruelly left behind. It wasn't right, and it wasn't fair, to be tormented as he was being, but who was Arthur to question what his lovely wanted to do to him.

Who was Arthur to make demands of such a creature?

Who was Arthur to make demands of anything?

Who was Arthur when he was left at the mercy of this creature?

Arthur's held flopped back onto the mountain of pillows situated at the head of the bed, his body trembling from the strain it had been under, exhaustion weighing him down until he felt as if he could pass out. His lungs burned in his chest, and he wasn't sure if he could breathe properly. His head was spinning as if he was on cloud nine, the scent of sex and heat and everything that the prince wanted burning in his nose with every inhale that he took. He wanted to have so much more than what he had been given, but he was scared his lungs would burst from his chest if he had to endure anymore. Arthur wanted to hold onto his lovely, and have them carry him into the world of dreams…unless the prince was already there. Arthur couldn't see how this wasn't a dream. He did not think he could have found somebody who would have treated him like his beautiful angel has. Or has he? Has Arthur already found another who would drive him to the brink of insanity, while keeping him grounded, all at the same time.

He had… hadn't he?

They were supposed to be here, weren't they?

This was their bed….

Who were they again?

The fog coated Arthur's mind until he could only remember a glimpse of blue eyes burning into his own. Blue eyes that weren't his… these were way darker than his, and made Arthur feel as if he was drowning. The push and the pull of those eyes called out to him, taunting him because of how close they were but they continued backing away just out of reach. He wondered if his lovely would have eyes like that, if they were able to be as calm as the skies in one moment and then as rough as the seas in the next. Arthur couldn't imagine his lovely if they didn't have eyes like that. Only eyes like that were strong enough to keep Arthur hooked, as if those eyes were the bait on a fishing line and he was only a hapless fish who couldn't resist taking a nibble. Arthur could only dream of a world in which he would be allowed to take a nibble of his lovely, a world where Arthur could sink his teeth into the crook of their neck and hear them gasp for more. Arthur could only dream of a world in which he was allowed to see even a hair of his lovely. They were probably a ghost for all he knew, nothing but his imagination, a shadow playing around with him until Arthur needed to run away and commit himself in an asylum somewhere. He needed…

He needed…

He needed…

Arthur gasped loudly, his spine arching off the bed as he felt what could only be the flat of his lovely angel's tongue going down his covered cock. It felt as if his angel had hit each and every one of Arthur's most sensitive parts, which caused his eyes to roll into the back of his head as his body trembled. The lick had been from the base of Arthur's cock and all the way down to the root, the prince could have cried tears of relief even as he was forced to submit himself to more beautiful torture. His lovely was licking at him, and not just the single time, but over and over and over again, leaving Arthur's entire body in a mess of shaking nerves as he trembled so roughly that it felt as if he couldn't have stopped if he tried. His lovely hummed beneath their breath, their tongue kept tracing the curves of Arthur's straining cock as they left the front of his pants completely soaked through. It was wet and messy and left the fabric curving around Arthur's private manhood as if it was sticking to him, but the blond was only able to weep in sheer joy as the sweet torture continued.

His angel hadn't left him.

They had stayed by his side.

They wanted more of him.

And Arthur wanted to hand over his very soul if it was asked of him.

Arthur didn't know how much time had passed, it almost felt as if time was an infinite amount in this strange foggy world he had found himself in. It could've been only sheer minutes in which his beautiful angel had taken to licking along his cock as if Arthur was a sweet treat and they had to keep licking to reach it in the center. Or it could have been hours in which the pleasure continued with it's pain, roiling up his spine in never ending waves that made him feel as if he was crashing against a shoreline again and again and again. No matter though, Arthur knew he would suffer quite happily, for an eternity, if his lovely wanted to lap at his cock as if he was a dying man begging for water and Arthur's own cock would be able to quench his thirst. He could almost feel the way his cock was spurting inside his pants, the pre-cum feeling as if it was pouring out from the tip and draining down his length, which only added to the sticky mess that he sat in. His third orgasm wasn't there yet, but he was already tethering on an edge as if he had never gotten off of it. His hips were swishing up and down in tandem with his beautiful angel's licks, chasing after the mounting heat, sweat pouring out of every crevice he had under the strain of what was happening to him.

He felt fingers again…

Higher up than they have been…

Arthur's eyes grew wide, a sudden surge of energy pumping through his body, that it actually gave him the strength to sit up. Whatever weight that had been holding him down onto the mattress this entire time finally seemed to lift, and the prince was left staring down, with eyes as big as dinner plates and mouth gaping open, at the small lump resting between his legs. He could see how the person beneath the sheets was bobbing their head up and down, the way that they licked at him never creasing or pausing even at Arthur's new position. He was somehow pressed even closer to his person, the warmth of them between his legs causing sharp tingles to shoot down his legs as if to accompany all of the sharp bursts of pleasure shooting up his spine that was trying to kill him. It would only take a single flip of Arthur's fingers to get the blanket off, and allow him to see what his beauty was trying to hide from him. But how could he think of betraying the truth his person had in him—trusting Arthur not to do anything stupid that might end this before either of them were ready—when he was able to feel those glorious fingers wedging themselves into his waistband.

He had counted himself lucky that his person was willing to give him attention like this before, when his person had simply been licking him. But now the two of them were moving into something more, something that was more intimate than Arthur would have dared to dream. But he was dreaming, or maybe it was not a dream. Maybe this was real, maybe Arthur had done something that was truly marvelous in a past life to get this kind of person in his present life. It was still impossible to tell, as Arthur felt as if his fantasies and reality were starting to blur, while his beautiful guest was starting to tug at his pants with far more insistence than they had been before. Arthur felt a sudden surge of panic and desperation hitting him, his entire body moving forward before he could think twice about it, in order to do what his lovely was commanding him to do. Here his beauty was, laving Arthur with such attention and asking nothing in return while Arthur just bloody well sat there letting them! He was a disgrace! Arthur was nothing but an utter disgrace for making his angel ASK him to do anything when Arthur should have had the foresight to do it before then. Of course the next step would be something like this! Of course his lovely would want to get their hands and their lips and their tongue on something else after they gotten bored with just licking him through his trousers. Who was Arthur to deny such a being from the treat they so desperately craved? And who was Arthur to not give into this succubuses lust?

But this was the tricky part, Arthur realized as he struggled to work his pants down his hips. He had never tried to undress himself while his body continued to be wrecked by tremors, and he had never undressed himself when he had a devoted angel between his legs, refusing to stop licking him even as the blond prince tried giving them what he wanted. Every few seconds, Arthur would be forced to stop so that he could gasp, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as another shockwave of pleasure threatened to overcome him. Or Arthur had to stop so he could throw himself forward, bending his legs at the knee, which only trapped his angel between them more firmly, so that he could ride out the spike of desire threatening to throw him over the edge he continued clinging to helplessly. Or he would be unable to stop himself from rocking his hips into his person's face, rubbing his crotch against their seeking lips and tongue and dangerous nips of their teeth as if he was a dog in heat. It almost seemed as if neither of them could get enough of the other. As if they had been doused in a spell or potion of some sort… one that was catering towards all of their carnal lust and desire that would not be denied. THIS would never be denied, Arthur thought as his eyes rolled into the back of his head for the umpteenth time as his person traced his tongue around the head of Arthur's cock, encouraging all of his juices to continue leaking out of him, as if he could taste it through all of the salvia being left behind.

Maybe he could.

Arthur knew how… potent a person's taste buds.

Even now, Arthur could taste the pure HEAT of the room coating the inside of his mouth.

Arthur didn't know how, considering all the trouble he had to go through, but it somehow led with his pants being tossed off the side of the bed, landing onto the floor in a heap, where it promptly disappeared into the shadows, fading as if it was smoke and had never been there. He was left breathing harsh breaths as his body continued to be wrecked with shivers, the vulnerability crashing on his head as he realized how utterly… naked he was. Arthur's had his bottom on the sheets, bare and naked as the day he was born, and his cock had bounced out of his pants like a spring the second he had gotten them down. Arthur was able to see it now, pointing directly towards the heavens, lifting up the sheets as if trying to create a tent around itself. Arthur's breath picked up speed… he couldn't remember the last time he had been naked around somebody he was intimate with. Manservant's and physicians didn't count. Arthur's devoted little being could not even COMPARE to such filth. Arthur's sweetheart had wanted to see him naked, and they wanted him to be in such a vulnerable state, and it was impossible for Arthur to know whether or not his partner was as naked as he was.

Arthur just knew his partner wasn't touching him anymore.

Oh, Arthur still knew his sweetheart hadn't left him this time. He could see the top of their head poking up the sheets from between his knees, leaving a very small dip in the sheets between his head and where Arthur's cock was pushing up the sheets. But his sweetheart was no longer touching him, having backed away when they were forced to dislodge themselves from Arthur's penis so he could get his pants off. There was no telling, hidden beneath the blankets like his sweetheart was, what they could have been thinking. Were they regretting asking Arthur to take off his pants now that his cock was resting, hot and hard and heavy in their face. Did it suddenly feel real now that Arthur was throbbing so harshly and they could probably see how much it was aching him to go this long without the relieving touch of his sweetheart's hand to soothe him. Maybe it would be best for Arthur to cover up, if his sweetness was no longer showing interest in looking at Arthur in all his glory. Fuck, Arthur had probably freaked his sweetheart out once again now that his intense desire was being put on a display like it was. Arthur could feel the sharp sting of humiliation, rejection at its finest striking him down to the core. He needed to get his pants back on to cover himself up. His cock still ached something fierce, but he needed to feel his sweetheart's comfort more than he needed to reach a real orgasm.

Arthur scooted back a little, hoping the shadows would spit his pants back out on the bed. Or give him something else, just so he could get his bobbing cock out of his sweetheart's face, so they wouldn't feel pressured or disgusted with the sticky pre-cum sticking to the sides of his erection. Arthur was able to feel his own disgust just thinking about it, and if Arthur was disgusted, then it only made sense that his beauty was disgusted as well. Red highlighted the blond's face, pulling his legs together as if he was trying to hide himself, but there was nowhere for him to go with his sweetheart still resting between them, keeping his legs open almost obscenely. This was bad, the prince thought as he took a heaving breath, once again trying to cover himself up without moving his little sweetheart too much. He just knew he had upset his sweetheart, and all Arthur wanted to do was pull that angel into his arms, run his fingers throughout their hair, and whisper his apologies into their ear. While trying to hide his shameful bodily reactions to the stimuli his angel had been giving him when he still had his pants on.

A fingertip poked the tip of his cock, causing it to bob back and forth.

Arthur hissed violently, and he could almost feel the way his lovely snatched his hand back, as if he was suddenly timid and unsure now that there wasn't a cloth barrier separating them from Arthur's greedy length. It was quite a sharp contrast when compared to how his lovely had just been lapping at him earlier with the same fierceness of a man starved half to death. The muscles deep in Arthur's thighs clenched tightly before he forced them to relax… his little thing probably WAS frightened now that Arthur private was waving in his face. And Arthur had only made it worse the way he had reacted. Arthur just hadn't been expecting for his lovely to touch him, yet alone touch him so cautiously, and it had surprised him. But heaven forbid if his lovely thought he had hurt Arthur or something. It would be just like his lovely—wouldn't it?—to be worried whether or not Arthur was in pain. His little thing really was a sweetheart, completely incapable of wanting to cause somebody harm, despite his… previously eager behavior. Arthur licked at his incredibly dry lips, his heart starting to pound in a way that echoed in his eardrums. He knew that he needed to be cautious of what he was about to say. His sweetheart suddenly seemed so skittish, and it would kill Arthur if he said anything that made his little creature want to run for the hills.

Heaven help Arthur if he said anything that upset his sweetheart.

"Shhhh, it's okay, sweetheart. You didn't hurt me or anything. I was surprised by your touch, that is all. I suppose I'm just not used to people touching down there, not a lot of people have done it before. But your touch… it felt far better than anybody else's. The way you were so… eager earlier. I didn't think it was possible to be so… eager… when touching someone down there." The prince fumbled with his arms, his body trembling in the effort to keep himself still so he wouldn't do anything else that might upset his beloved person beneath the sheets. But Arthur kept his head on that little dip in the sheets, willing to wait for as long as it took until his sweetheart moved again. His legs were starting to quiver as he strained to not buck up, even as his cock dripped pre-cum on his shaft. He was struggling to not think about the tongue that had struggled to take him through his pants. Arthur had only been with a handful of women in his life, but none of them could have done to Arthur what his sweetness had done to him. In fact, Arthur found it hard to think of them at all, when he had his person still between his legs. But he did know that none of them had come at him with such… gusto, before. It hadn't happened often, since most noble girls had thought it disgraceful to get on their knees, but the rare times that it had when some girl was trying too hard to impress him, it had always felt as if it was a chore to them. But even while they grinned as they released him, the prince had always felt like it was more of a means to an end, something to get him going but not something they liked or even wanted to do. But it wasn't like that with his sweetheart. This was something different. This was something he felt was special. And Arthur swallowed hard once again, his heart trembling as if it would shatter if he did the wrong thing now, "But I just wanted you to know that I really… enjoyed what you were doing before. You were being so… sweet to me, and I think that I would really enjoy returning the favor. Unless you were wanting to… do more things to me. I mean, you don't have to, of course. But it really was… really was good for me, in case you were wondering if it was or not satisfying. It… it was more than."

Arthur cut himself off abruptly, squeezing his eyes shut as he forced himself to swallow past the lump in his throat, feeling as if he was begging for a single touch to reawaken the fire that had been brewing beneath his veins. He had to squeeze his hands into tight fists against his knees, waving for any response to come from beneath his sheets that told him his sweetheart heard what he's trying to tell him. It was taking everything Arthur had not to reach out and put a hand on the dent in the sheets where his sweetheart's head seemed to be… he wanted to cup the back of their scalp and lower their mouth down to where he wanted it the most. To know what that rouge tongue would feel like against his bare skin. But if his sweetheart wanted to stop, Arthur knew that he would stop them at the first signs of distress. If his sweetheart wanted to take a rest and maybe let Arthur do some… exploring of his own, then Arthur would do it as well. He didn't know what he would find as his lips slid down the neckline of his sweetheart and down the length of their chest until he found what treasure laid between their trembling thighs, but he found that he didn't care as much as he should. It would be a mystery, a luscious one at that, for him to uncover as he pressed his lips against either a quivering woman's folds or the spasms made by a man's desperate cock. Perhaps if Arthur was in a better state, then he would have realized this was something he should definitely be concerned about. But in this dreamworld, covered by heat and fog and blankets and not much else, Arthur found it hard to care about matters like that. Arthur found it quite hard to think about anything, other than the wall of heat shifting between his thighs.

His sweetheart didn't speak.

But it was okay, because their touch did all the talking for them.

Arthur released a silent gasp, his head lolling back on his shoulders, looking up towards the heavens themselves as his sweetheart's gentle fingers were on his cock once more. It caused the muscles in his thighs to twitch with violence as his sweetheart started playing with him anew, albeit soft and hesitant. Only a slight touch against the head of his cock, the brush of his thumb against the tip and making the pre-cum smear. Arthur's body trembled as he strained not to do anything that might frighten his sweetheart like he had the first time, and he bit down hard on his lip in an attempt to not show his desperation through the greedy gasps that threatened to escape. He wanted to thrust upwards and feel his sweetheart take command of his cock, wrapping their hand around the length fully instead of just staying on the tip. But this was their first time being naked together, their first time touching one another without a barrier between them, and Arthur would not do anything to upset that. Even as it felt like Arthur was going to be boiled alive as the lust surged through him, and still, his lovely never strayed from the head of his cock. Rubbing his fingers around the circle, taunting Arthur with how close he would be brought to the edge, as if they did not know how to proceed to fondle the rest of the length. And perhaps, it was true. Perhaps…

His little temptress didn't know what they were doing.

Arthur released the gasp that he had been holding back, his body seizing as a wave of shock paralyzed him, hardly noticing when his sweetheart paused. But the prince was finding it hard to understand, to see, how it was possible for his temptress to have gone so long being untouched, until they had crawled in the bed with him, of all people. But the signs were all there, the signs of innocence and curiosity. All those moments where it felt like his sweetheart was trying to play with him, all those times it felt like his lovely was exploring him more than he was trying to get him excited, all those moments where his little angel was clumsy and awkward as they tried fondling him. This was the first time that his beauty was seeing another naked man, or at least the first time they had seen a naked man in the throes of passion. And it was most definitely the first time his person was touching one. This knowledge though… it felt as if it may have already been something he knew. It felt, as the knowledge settled into his soul and heart and ribs and everything else in between, that he had known this was a fact long before they had reached the point they were at now. But… how did Arthur know this? How could Arthur have known such an intimate detail toward his mysterious guest's sexual history? Arthur could feel the gaps inside of his brain, the reasons as for how he knew this so close that he could just touch on the fringes, before it was gone. Vanished into thin air as if it was smoke. It did not matter, after all, what history his little thing had before they had climbed in his bed. The only thing that mattered was his little bit choosing his bed to get into.

Choosing ARTHUR'S BED in which he could play to their heart's content.

And there was a certain honor in that.

Being chosen to be someone's first.

Though heaven help him, if Arthur had it his way… he would also be their last.

A sharp pinch on the top of Arthur's cock made him cry out startled, and it felt like he was almost powerless to stop his hips from jerking up, which led to the prince pushing the tip of his cock into the small ring that was his angel's sweet fingers. Pleasure rushed through Arthur's core, the waves of heat after heat in his stomach caused it to constrict sharply, his hips spasming as he released a second sound… a heartbroken cry as his orgasm refused to come. It burned so good, the fire roaring from the tip of his toes to the top of his head, until it was only sex and heat and his angel's touch causing his head to feel like he may be so close to blacking out from the strain. There was that giggle again, so loudly beneath the sheets that Arthur could still hear it clearly, and his legs trembled dangerously as he realized something new. Something he hadn't thought of till he was faced with that beautiful giggling once again. Arthur hadn't known that it was possible to laugh during sex, to feel so comfortable with somebody else despite their nakedness being on display, until this very moment.

Because the awkward moments hadn't been because his angel was unsure of them doing this, unsure of Arthur being the man that he chose to do this with. It was only awkward because it was new. Because it was exciting and fresh as his angel learned all about the contours of Arthur's body. But other than that… his angel had no qualms about being in this bed with Arthur. His angel was at peace with his decision, perfectly content to slide their hand down the blond's cock as it throbbed in their hand, squeezing Arthur with enough force that this wretched moan escaped his lips, causing his angel to giggle again, tightening their hand into a fist around the root of Arthur. His fucking beautiful angel… it was clear that they liked the effect they had on Arthur, that they liked the way it was so easy to drag those sounds from Arthur. Sounds Arthur hadn't known his body was capable of making until he heard for himself how… lewd he was.

Arthur would have liked his angel to make similar sounds.

But this wasn't about his angel finding pleasure.

This was about teaching his angel how to give pleasure.

Arthur's hand trembled as he awkwardly reached forward toward his own cock tenting up the blankets, and he wrapped his fingers around himself, the cloths tightening around his privates as the prince entangled his fingers with his little angel's. He was almost taken aback by how delicate those fingers were, since they'd been holding onto his manhood with such surety in the grip. How such power and seductive charm could come from something so slim and long was not something Arthur thought he would ever know, but he did know that there was finally no more giggling coming from beneath the sheets. And for the first time, Arthur wasn't worried about scaring his angel off. After all, they wanted to be here with him. They were choosing to commit such a sweet sin with him. Because they WANTED him. And Arthur was not going to be a disappointment, he thought with almost violent determination as he guided his angel's hand up towards the tip, silently showing his angel how to squeeze him without making it feel like they were squeezing an unkept toy.

"What you… you want to do is… gasp… get a steady rhythm going… to give… to give me the best pleasure. You… you want to start slow and steady… pump me a good few times to get me ready for you. But you want to… gasp… also focus on… on what makes… makes your partner gasp. You… you want the person you are with to… to feel as if their pleasure is your… your top concern. And all men are… are different too. Women, as well, I… gasp… I suppose." Arthur stuttered, gasps being ripped out of his throat every three or four times he would guide his angel's hand up and down his manhood, going slow to show his angel how to do it while teasing himself up for that third orgasm that he felt would never come. He had never explained to somebody how to pleasure him, but his angel was different. His angel didn't make Arthur feel as if he had to do what may be expected of him. They only made the prince want to humiliate himself further as he gave away all his weaknesses to somebody who clearly intended to use them against him. Oh, how Arthur longed for the day where his angel decided to torture him like this. "For example, I… I like it… gasp… I like it when a fist is made around… around the root… gasp… the root of my cock. I like it when I'm squeezed… when I'm squeezed at the bottom. And you… need to… gasp… do a little… little twist when you reach the top. At the… gasp… at the head. It's great to… to make sure I feel… gasp… everything that you do to me."

Another wretched moan wretched itself from Arthur's raw throat as his beauty did exactly what the Prince had been showing them, taking the initiative to do a squeeze at the base of his cock like Arthur had been guiding his fingers into doing by themself. Allowing Arthur's fingers to take them down his throbbing length before giving a little twist at the head by themselves, following Arthur's instructions as if it was a manual on how to please a man. Or how to please the prince. This was no longer a giggling matter, as his sweetness seemed to know already. There was a heated flush already on Arthur's face. Arthur couldn't see the sweet face of his angel, but he could already imagine the intensity in which they would be staring at his manhood beneath the blankets. Studying him and what he was doing the same way Arthur had once studied his geography until he could list each and every one of the minor counties in their country, and the neighboring ones as well. It was liberating, almost, to know how greatly he was wanted. To know how greatly his person wanted to please him. It almost felt as if his person was two seconds away from taking notes on how to twist Arthur's tip until it turned the ruby red color Arthur was sure it must be by this time.

He felt powerful.

As a man.

And not as a prince.

"And once you… once you've got me… gasp… got me nice and hard, then it will be… it will be.. be okay to pick up the speed. Once you know… gasp… know the way to do this, then… then you are ready to bring me closer to… to the edge. It is where… gasp… where you want to… want to bring me. The more you pump… the closer I get to coming. If I come… gasp… if I come… then you know… that it was… was successful. That you… that you… gasp… you did good." Choked out the prince, squeezing his eyes shut once again to ride out the sensations while the two of them did exactly that. Arthur guided his beauty's hand up and down his length at a faster pace, squeezing his cock at all the right places in time to their pumps, twisting sharply when they were supposed to. The dark beneath his eyelids only made his pleasure spike now that one of his senses—his sight—was cut off. He could feel every thing now. Every trace of his angel's fingers, every curve and indention of that hand wrapped around him, slick with all the pre-cum that Arthur had been leaking. And even now, as they pumped him so fast that it felt as if Arthur was going to be stripped raw by the time they were done, making him want to cry and scream with frustration when his orgasm did not come, the prince could feel how his angel's thumb was starting to brush at the tip of his cock where most of the pre-cum was gathered. Curious and bold as his angel made sure to hit that on his own every time they came up again. It only drove Arthur wilder, and instead of biting his lip to muffle himself, the man did what his angel liked, and threw his head back to moan as loud and as lewd as he possibly could. His angel's hand stuttered with the sound of the prince's pleasure, squeezing reflectively and roughly around the middle of Arthur's hot and rigid length, before quickly correcting themselves and getting back to the rhythm they had worked out together. "What you… what you are seeing.. at the top… gasp… coming out is… it's my… gasp… my pre-cum. Every man does… all men's body do… gasp… do this when they… they are excited. It's a sign for you to… to look out for. It shows… fuck… shows you how much I… how much I want you… how much you… gasp… how much you please me. The more that… when more comes out… gasp… you know I must be… fucking hell… getting close. It's good, sweetheart, so fucking good for me. Doing this for me. It's… yeah, that's how you do it, just like that, baby. I… you'll know when I… when I finally make it to where… where we are… gasp… heading towards. It's gonna be… be just the same as a… as an explosion almost. I'm probably going to… feels so good… I'm probably going to scream when it does happen. And… a whole bunch of… more white stuff is… hell, how are you so good at this? A whole bunch of… stuff will come pouring… come pouring out of the tip. It's probably gonna splatter… fuck me… gonna splatter everywhere. And when it does… you might want to… keep your mouth…. your mouth shut. So that… none of it… you got this, sweetness… so none of it gets… gets in your mouth."

Arthur didn't know half of the words he was saying, as they kept escaping him in a mindless stream of syllables with each uptick of his person's hand sliding up his purpling cock. He didn't know why he was so aware of what was going on, in a vague sense that didn't make any sense to him, why he was bothering to explain something like pre-cum to his beloved sweetheart. Yes, his beloved was so sweet and innocent and it felt wrong on so many levels to have such a pure and good angelic being to touch him so dirtily, bringing him right to the edge of an orgasm that he knew would rock his entire world, as if nothing else could've mattered more than his angel being willing to do something so naughty. Arthur hissed once more, the muscles in his thighs bunching sharply because of how horribly painful the friction burn from the blanket separating their hands were, but he only made his beloved's hand move faster and faster as he chased what he was after. Arthur's body shuddered violently, more and more lewd moans in the back of his throat escaping him as the hand beneath his sped up, as if the angel was just as eager to bring Arthur over the edge as he was. Fucking hell, the prince thought viciously, trying to remember what he was thinking about. Yes—Arthur bucked his hips up into that squeezing hand as if it was the most glorious and beautiful thing he had ever felt, even more beautiful than the sun himself—the prince had been thinking about why he was explaining such thing. His beloved sweetheart was untouched, but there was no reason they didn't know how the male body behaved when it was in a state of arousal. Surely his beauty would know such basic information, surely their mother would have explained such things so they would be prepared for when they were old enough to partake in such depravity. But no, Arthur thought as another gasp ripped out his throat in a way that made him feel as if he was drowning and drowning and drowning in lust, that wasn't right. He didn't know how he knew this, but he knew that this was more than the first time his beloved angel was touching somebody, more than the first time his sweetheart was seeing something so indecent, and more than the first time his lovely little baby was killing him.

This was the first time his beloved was acknowledging anything!

And it was far from deprived and indecent.

Arthur released another desperate sob, so wretched and desperate that he did not understand how such a sound had actually came out of him, not being able to understand why he couldn't cum and why he wasn't able to release. What is holding him back from splattering himself everywhere, and allowing his cum to decorate his sweetheart's face, to feel it sliding down their cheeks and across the length of their neck, their eyes bright and happy as they removed the dark red blankets and blinked up at him with with cum in their eyelashes. Maybe the prince would even find some in their hair, clumps of it sticking out in the black curls… yes, Arthur thought as pure heat and pleasure danced across the long length of his spine. He had never seen his beloved's face, but he just knew the lovely angel would have dark hair… a dark and beautiful being with hair like the ashes in a fire and eyes that roared like a stormy sea with skin far paler than a stone made out of alabaster. This… Arthur thought as the bed moved beneath them in time with Arthur's thrusts in the tight hole that was his angel's hand…it nothing to be ashamed of. This wasn't dirty and naughty or disgusting and the prince should not feel any shame for allowing him such pleasure. This was just pure… beauty. This was something that could never be replaced or taken from him, nothing that could erase the hooks he had beneath his skin that could be only the presence of his beloved angel. And his beloved would be even full of beauty if they had Arthur's cum coating their lips, slick white globs clinging to the angel's petal pink lips as if it was just as obsessed with being near them as the prince was. And his angel would look… there wasn't a word to describe the way his beauty would look… if they swiped their tongue over their lips. Moving and collecting whatever they could reach with that little pink muscle, trying to suck as much of Arthur's essence as they could, their throat bobbing as they greedily swallowed the bitter substance. Would look beautiful even as they put fingers on themselves and started scooping up what they could of the mess to stick in their mouth, sucking their fingers to get it all off with the same fervor a desperate little slut would use if they were sucking on Arthur's cock.

But his beloved owned his cock….

Forever and always….

Arthur would only come to the tune of their cries.

Again and again and again.

Arthur's mouth got away with him, the image so clear in his mind that he could swear he could touch it if he only tried hard enough.

"Unless… you don't want to… gasp… close your mouth when I… fuck… when it happens if you… if you don't.. don't want… fuccccckkkk…. want to. You could keep it… keep it open… wide open, sweetheart. And let me… let me… let me… I need you so much, nobody's ever been so good to me sweetheart… just let me burst on your tongue. It's, uh… I don't think… I swear, I cannot take anymore of this, angel… probably not the… FUCK!… best taste. It's… I only… hell… I've only tasted it once… once myself. It's very… very bitter. So you… it probably will not taste good. But… I want you, I want you, I want you!… if you wanted to give it a try. It's…" Arthur's hips spasmed in such an uncontrollable motion, he couldn't figure out how he was still alive as his vision whited out behind his lashes. But he hadn't come. He hadn't fucking come! And Arthur growled as if he was this deranged person, fucking his hips up into his beloved's fingers as if he's now a man possessed by the gods of lust and passion and sex and everything else in -between. Nothing else existed besides him and his beloved. Not a single little thing outside those curtains and outside of this boiling heat was so important that he would stop what they were doing. What his beloved was doing to him, as they practically took the reins while Arthur's hand on theirs was only able to cling on to the ride, yanking on Arthur's purple cock as if he hadn't just came without coming. His beloved had no idea what they were doing to him, had no idea that Arthur's purple cock was so sensitive from the three times he's come without relief, that tears rolled down his cheeks as he begged for everything to end. It was too much, but not enough… never enough. And Arthur wasn't going to stop until he gave his beloved the promised splatter he had told him of. "It's not something you… don't stop, god, please don't stop… you have to do it you don't… hell… don't want to. But baby… sweet baby… you would… gasp… you'd look so good with my… with my cum sticking to the back… back of your pretty throat. So pretty with my… with my cum filling you up… PLEASE!… and coating your… your belly. Would you… would you… would you like that? Feeling my… all my cum as it… as it slides down your throat. As you… as you swallow what I'm giving… giving to you. FUCK! Do you think… do you think you'd be able to… to feel it even after… after this? Do you think… do you think… you would be able to feel it… gasp… swishing around inside your… inside your gut as you walk. Do you think… you'd feel ME coating your insides. I…"

Arthur's eyes rolled into the back of his head, his neck nearly breaking after he threw his head back to scream as a FOURTH orgasm rolled through him so, so hard and sudden that he hadn't even seen it coming. Hadn't been able to even prepare for how much it would ache to feel his beloved squeeze him through it happening, feel them stripping his spasming cock up and down as they guided him through it. Arthur's lungs were heaving, gasp after gasp of air coming into his mouth but leaving him with not enough, it felt as if he was able to have this massive heart attack. Or as if he was about to pass out as the lack of air got to him, but the lack of air only made him want to replace it with the thunderstorm scent carried by his beloved. To feel that scent deep in his nostrils and inside his throat and straight down to his lungs, as if that thunderstorm scent may be strong enough to replace oxygen completely. But he couldn't control himself, it was impossible to separate the vivid image he had of his cum coating his little angel so throughly that it would never be erased, clinging to the insides of the gut and the back of their throat so that every time they swallowed, they'd have the lingering taste of Arthur. Reminding them what they had partaken in. It was so… so bloody… Arthur's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his back gave an unexpected spasm as something new touched him down there. Something new grazing the tip of his cock as if it had done this a thousand times before it was now.

A tongue.

A bloody tongue had just licked him.

Had just flattened itself against his tip and swiped off the gobs of precum that was beading out of it.

Arthur swore, he could almost hear the sounds of swallowing.

Arthur had thought it was hot to have his sweetheart touching him down there, had thought it was so hot that nothing could compete with it. Had thought that it was so HOT that it would kill him long before they could progress to another beautiful and natural act. But that was nothing compared to feeling that pretty tongue on his most private of parts. To know that his beloved had actually did something like that! Arthur hadn't even wanted his beauty to touch him. Arthur had thought it might be too much for his beloved to get behind so soon in this escapade of theirs. He had only wanted his beloved to open his mouth so that Arthur could blindly shoot inside of it. Not lick at him, taking his cum straight from the source while it was still boiling hot from his body heat. And now, the prince had found himself laid out on his back, the blankets sweaty and sticking uncomfortable to his skin as he stared up at the ceiling. Arthur would've been unable to explain how he had ended up back on his back, but he knew that it'd be all too easy to explain the electricity still coursing through him. His beloved angel hadn't stopped moving his hand up the length of Arthur's cock, and the prince's hand was still gripping them through the blankets—albeit loosely and not altogether there—which meant his hand was still going up and down as if it would never stop. But only now, his angel wasn't going all the way to the tip of him. They would stop just beneath the head and go back down, leaving Arthur breathless at this new direction.

Did they like it?

Did they like the taste of him?

Did they want more?

Was Arthur going to need to beg for more?

Arthur would beg if it was what his beloved wanted.

Arthur didn't need to.

His sweetheart's tongue was on him again, just like it had been when his pants had separated their skin. Only now, there was no barrier that stopped the little sweet angel from doing what he had been trying to do. His person could send him into an early grave, as the aftershocks of his earlier failed orgasms shook his insides into goo, and they swirled their tongue around the head of his cock. His angel was laving him with attention, their hands still working their way up and down Arthur's cock greedily, that tongue swirling around him again and again as it collected each and every drop coming from his tip. Arthur's own tongue felt as if it was too thick for his mouth, his eyes so hazy and clouded over that it wasn't clear if he was altogether aware of what was happening, and unable to muster up another single moan of gratitude. His throat was wrecked and all Arthur could muster was the lightest of whimpers when his beloved would get particularly rough with his licks—punishingly so, one could say. It would have been pathetic in any other scenario, but Arthur's muscles were lax and he was drifting into a space that didn't exist outside his head. His beloved swiped that tongue across his tip again, their audible swallow was unmistakable this time. He couldn't do anything about it though. He could only lay here and allow his sweet darling to debase him to their heart's content. Fuck… his beloved sounded as if they were satisfied. As if there was nothing bitter about the taste of Arthur's cum. As if Arthur's cum was the sweetest of nectars and this was the one and only thing that gave him nourishment.

Arthur was going to die.

Tonight.

A sharp pinch to his thigh caused Arthur to hiss, his head jolting up as a shock of awareness surged through him. And all at once, it felt as if Arthur was being hit with a carriage rolling down the hill at top speed. All the sensations that he had felt rocked by was hitting him ten-fold. His aching muscles cramping, and their joined hands moving up and down his cock causing another spurt of cum to escape him, as if his lovely was trying to milk him dry, already licking at the escaped amount and humming so lowly against him that Arthur could feel the way it vibrated through his body and soul. How much time had passed where Arthur had just laid there in a dead heap? How much time had passed before he had been woken up by his lovely begging for his attention. And how much of his cum had Arthur already spurted when he was dead to the world, leaving his beauty to clean up the mess. Those were questions Arthur would never be able to answer, but they were unimportant when compared to those lips trying to coax more out of him. Fuck! That was what his beloved was doing! They had their lips moving around the head of his cock, not sucking him between them so much as massaging his tip. To think, Arthur had been so terrified that they would not like the taste and would think him disgusting for suggesting such a thing, that it never occurred to him that they might actually LIKE it.

Another pinch at his thigh caused Arthur to hiss again.

Two pinches in only so many minutes… it caused Arthur to raise his head up to try and look down to try and see what his beloved wanted from him. He was so weak and exhausted, he could do nothing more than stare down at the head as it bobbed back and forth across his cock beneath the blankets. Perhaps Arthur had been struck dumb, his brain moving slowly and sluggishly, sucked out his cock as if it had never been there. But his sweetheart wanted something from him, something that only Arthur could give him, and he struggled to lift up his head a little higher, a desperate need to give his lovely whatever they wanted after all the attention they had given to him, coursing through him. He opened his mouth, only for a weak croak to escape him, instead of the question he was wanting to ask. He felt as if HE had been the one that had some foreign object trying to lodge its way down his throat. He felt like… less of a man for being so unable to complete even the simplest of tasks given to him by his lovely.

Another pinch to his thigh jump started his mind.

He needed to… Arthur needed to… fuck… his sweet and innocent heart was in-between his legs and had Arthur's cock beneath their lips and tongue and had no idea what to do next. His little sweetheart was down there, pressing those sweet kisses around the head of his quivering cock, licking at whatever fluids he leaked as if Arthur was the sweetest desert they had ever tasted, and had no idea what to do next. His little sweetheart was probably down there, just as desperate as Arthur was to get rewarded with Arthur's promised release, but had no idea on how to achieve it. His little sweetheart had no idea that they'd been doing everything right, and Arthur had come several times because of it, but the fault laid entirely in Arthur and his stupid body for not really producing the main event he had spoken of earlier. His little sweetheart probably felt as if they were inadequate for that, and Arthur's heart ached at the idea of his little sweetheart taking the blame for Arthur's fucked up body. And now they licked at his purpled cock with a heated tongue, trying to circle their tongue over and over around the head and feeling like they were achieving virtually nothing and begging for Arthur to give them a little direction on what they should do next.

"Do you… do you want me to… gasp… talk to you, baby? Tell you… what to do… like I… like I did… god, have mercy… did before?"

His sweet little innocent person had needed Arthur's direction in order to rub him off effectively. His poor sweetheart didn't have a clue in the world how to wrap their fingers around Arthur's manhood, had no idea how to encourage it into full hardness, had no idea how to play with the tip until it felt like he could not breathe from the desperation being punched out of him. It probably should not have turned him on as much as it had, it was probably wrong for him to get such a powerful kick out of ruining this angel's sweetness. It had almost felt as if Arthur had been trying to ruin them, to stain them in a way they could never go back from, until the prince had realized his partner was just as eager for all of this as he was. Until he learned to let go of the shame and feeling like it was a sin to enjoy something like this with something so… good. Something far too good for this world, and much too good to be wasting their time on a man that was as horrid as Arthur was. But there had been something about the way that Arthur had been allowed to hold their hand through the blankets, the way their fingers had fallen against each other and aligning into the perfect fit, with the prince's heated cock pulsing beneath their joined hands as Arthur guided that sweet partner of his up and down again and again, that had spoken of an… odd and strange connection between them. It had caused Arthur's heart to rise up in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with sex or with lust, and now they were here again. And this time, as he felt his partner humming eagerly against the tip of his cock at the prince's words, his partner was asking Arthur to help them learn how to suck him off. The pure heat at those thoughts caused heat to course down his arms until the bedsheets were straining due to the grip the prince had on them.

"Don't worry… don't worry sweetheart… fuck. I'm going to… to guide you like I did the first time. Just… please please please… follow my lead and I'll… we will get there… get there together. You've already… already done so… so sweet by licking… by licking me. It's the… fucking hell… it's the first step. To get me nice and… and wet for you. It… gasp… turns me on… turns me on so much to… gasp ….have you… have you… you doing that for me. Makes me… makes me so very sensitive… sensitive for you. But… but you've been… gasp… been doing it for a while now. Quite a… quite a while, and… please god… we can… can do more to get me… get me ready for you. Do you… do you think you can… gasp… handle it if I… if I ask you to… gasp… open your mouth wider. You have to… to open up and let… let your mouth… bet it's so pretty and pink… surround the… the head of my cock. I want you, baby… fuck… to wrap your… your pretty little mouth on the… the head of my cock. Pull me… pull me into your… your mouth. Not… not too much. Just the… just the head. Can you… can you feel me? The weight of… of me… the weight of my cock on your… resting on your tongue. Is it… does it… feel… feel good for you?"

Arthur felt as if his words were incomprehensible, his brain swimming while he tried to stay focused on making sure his sweetheart didn't regret trusting him to be the one to guide them through this. But maybe his sweetheart and Arthur were already so in-tune with each other and their wants and needs, because it looked as if his angel didn't have any problems understanding him. He had his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his sweetheart followed his instruction just as they were told to, tugging Arthur's cock into place before lowering their head until the prince could feel—SWEET GOD ALMIGHTY!—the wet warmth of a mouth surrounding the tip of him. Arthur nearly tore the blankets in two just so he could stop himself from bucking upwards and shoving the full length of his heavy and modest cock down his partner's throat. His brain had heated till it felt like he had nothing but melted goo in his skull at the feeling of his cock resting on his partner's tongue. Feeling the way it was pressing tightly against the underside of his cock, pushing upwards until Arthur was hitting the roof of his mouth. It was a wet cavern, and it felt so slick, as if Arthur would be able to slide his length down their throat without any resistance. Would they gag if the prince acted on his first instinct? Choke around him as their throat fluttered in a desperate urge to breathe around him? Would that be enough to scare them away, or would they want Arthur to be a bit more reckless and dangerous as he set out to destroy their throat the way only nature was designed. The muscles in Arthur's arms and legs trembled from the strain of not doing so. He needed to breathe, which was near impossible when his partner hummed in response to Arthur's question, sending violent vibrations down Arthur's cock until he felt SURE he was about to come. But come, he did not, and Arthur had to remind himself that his partner was trusting Arthur to GUIDE THEM into how to do this right. They were trusting HIM to starve off his own desires and hold back with the violence he wanted to pounce on his beauty with, making them even more beautiful in their violent tangle of limbs, in order to show them what the prince liked.

Arthur would not fail them.

"Now… suck."

It was only two simple words, but those words were spoken with such powerful commandment, that it left fire in its wake and made Arthur feel as if he was on the frontlines of a battle and giving his men instructions on how they would be fighting their enemy. And if his partner noticed or didn't like it, they didn't give any indication of that. In fact, his sweetheart didn't question anything, like the prince would have suspected, considering how intense they were about doing what Arthur wanted. But that thought was gone as soon as his sweetheart did what was instructed, sucking as hard as they could around the head that all of Arthur's muscles seized up under the powerful onslaught of arousal that tried to kill him. His partner SUCKED as if they were trying to suck Arthur's soul out with the next spurt of pre-cum, and Arthur wasn't entirely sure if he managed to keep his soul at all. It was… Arthur didn't know how to describe this, trying in vain to imagine how his angel looked at that moment. Debased, their mouth being held open wider than it's probably ever been before to accommodate his cock, their cheeks hallowing out as they sucked and sucked and sucked. They were going to suck him dry, suck every last drop of cum from his body until he had nothing left to give them, suck him until he was a pale imitation of what he had been at the beginning of their foray. Arthur wouldn't allow himself to be a pale imitation of anything, not even himself. Arthur had been releasing breathy little gasps the entire time his sweetheart was trying to kill him, that the prince only noticed when he tried to force his mouth—cottonmouth, it felt like—to get something similar to actual words out.

"I want you to… I want you to… gasp… go down some now, baby. I want you to go… down. Move your… move your mouth… mouth down, I mean. Guide down your… your being so good for me, sweetness… mouth down and try to… to get more of me… more of me inside… inside your heat. Keep… keep moving… your hand… your hand up and… up and down over… over what you can't… can't put into… into your mouth. But I… I need you to… GASP!… go slow. You go… go at a pace… pace that you… you think is… is comfortable. I don't want you to… to go too fast… and then… then choke yourself. You need to… to go slow for a… first timer. Get used to… used to something… something inside of… fucccckk… your mouth. It's… I don't want you to… to hurt yourself by… taking more… more than what you… what you can… can handle. Just… just bear with me, and we… you'll learn how to take… take all of me at once. But for now… for now… just take me a bit… bit at a time."

Arthur hadn't realized until now that he had released his own cock so he could hold onto the bedsheets for dear life, not until he was giving his command and realizing his lovely partner was still holding tightly onto his cock, doing all that they had been taught without Arthur to guide them through it. Such a fast and quick learner his beloved was, already able to give Arthur a handjob that drove him crazy just like how he liked it. But Arthur's entire body shuddered… he had lied to his beloved person and the guilt that wrecked through him almost made the pleasure leave him. He didn't know why such an innocent lie made him feel like he was being crushed by it, but it did. Arthur had specifically told his little angel that he wanted them to go slow because he didn't want them to choke if they tried taking more than they were ready for. But the truth was… he wanted to choke them. Arthur wanted to drive his hips forward until his cock ended up lodged deep in his angel's throat. Had wanted to clog them up as they cried as their lips were stretched open wide enough to make it ache, to look into those blue eyes with tears making them look glassy. And he wanted to thrust just so he could hear them gagging around him, trying in vain to suck like they'd been told to, but unable to do anything other than holding on as tightly as they were able to while Arthur brutally fucked their throat, holding onto their hair with his grip like a vice so they could do nothing more than taking it. It was those awful thoughts that Arthur should be ashamed of, thoughts of hurting his beloved by a mere inch of too much made him feel suddenly sick to his stomach and kept his skin clammy with dried sweat. He didn't even understand the reason as to why his reaction to such thoughts were so intense, since it appeared as if his angel wouldn't mind being handled roughly.

But Arthur would rather die in this bed before causing his lovely even an inch of discomfort, let alone pain.

But something was happening, something that Arthur could hardly believe, yet alone comprehend. His little sweetheart was moving beneath the blankets and doing as the prince had instructed him, moving slowly and carefully while they swallowed more and more of his cock, moving with agonizing slowness, going inch by inch. Arthur's jaw dropped open as a ragged breath released almost all of the air in his lungs as his angel swallowed down the next few inches, like the prince had assumed he would. But that wasn't the end of it. Arthur trembled in disbelief and shock as his sweetheart continued going down his hot length just to take more of him into that sweet cavern. They went down and down until the prince had at least half of his throbbing length inside of their mouth, feeling as he hit the back of his throat. Arthur would have expected to hit their gag reflex by now, it felt as if they were taking far too much far too fast, just as the prince had warned them not to do. Perhaps they were eager to show Arthur what they were capable of doing, and was pushing themselves past their limits, but when Arthur tried to choke out a protest, tried to explain as he stuttered that it could be better if they took it slow, rather than hurting themselves trying to force the length down.

But they swallowed around him.

Arthur lost all sense of control, crying out in sheer toe-curling pleasure, back arching against the bed until it felt like it would never be put back into its true shape. He had his eyes squeezed shut as his body twitched and spasmed out of his control, another crying gasp of shock escaping his lips as he felt how his angel was able to slide further down after swallowing him. He was inside their throat… fucking inside their throat! And they were still going down, as it Arthur was the easiest thing they could have taken, as if they had done this a million times and had already learned all the tricks of the trade that came with taking a man into their mouth. But even as each and every inch went down and Arthur could feel the way the muscles in their throat was constricting around him, as if they were trying to milk him for all they were worth, they never stopped and never choked. They didn't even sputter, even as their nose started pressing to Arthur's pubic hair, bringing to Arthur's attention that… his angel had done it.

In one fell swoop, they had managed to deep throat him on the first try.

This had to be a dream.

Arthur was positive, down to his deepest foundations, that this had to be just a dream. There was no other explanation for what was happening, it had to have been a dream even from the start. It would explain how he had ended up in his consort's bedroom without his consort being present. How somebody stripped him of his clothing and left him lying on this bed without Arthur being aware of it happening. How somebody had joined him in this bed, and had touched him in his most private of places without Arthur freaking out or demanding to know what was going on. Arthur wouldn't have freaked out inside a dream. This was just sole part of his subconscious trying to speak to him, some part inside the back of his head trying to tell him something. Maybe it was telling him that he was sexually frustrated… it had been almost a year since he had last felt touch from a woman against his skin. It had been five months since the only person who had touched him was his consort, whenever they had fought or scraped at each other to overpower the other. The last peaceful touch Arthur had held had been… when he had been holding Merlin in his arms as they slept beneath the stars the night before they had arrived at the estate. That was why all this was happening now. Why he had his cock lodged down somebody's throat as they breathed through their nose to accommodate his girth… why his person had been able to deep-throat him so easily. That wouldn't have happened if it was happening in the real world! His partner, especially if this really was their first time being intimate with a man, would have choked and sputtered before they reached the middle of his girth, let alone take him down like a champ.

His angel sucked hard.

Arthur cried out, his leg spasming and kicking out at the overpowering sense of 'toomuchtoomuchtoomuchtoomuch' rolled through him, his mind going so blank that it was hard to believe he had any brain function left. His little angel was going to work on him, wrapping their lips around the base of his cock as if it was a suction, sealing themselves around him as the wet heat became just so overwhelmingly good. Even if this was some kind of fucked up dream that the prince was having, it certainly felt as if it was the real deal. He could feel the sweat so sticky on his skin, and could smell the perfume of lightning and sex in the room, and could feel the uncontrolled spasms of his legs as Arthur twisted sharply under the rush of endorphins trying to kill him. He could swear somebody was really there between his legs, taste the phantom sensation of lips he was sure he didn't know the taste of but was somehow positive that his gust would taste like sweet chocolate and sin if they dared to kiss. Arthur was able to feel each and every move made by his angel, the way their hands were pressed against his knees to prevent Arthur from kicking them when he could not control his spasms. He could feel their tongue as it traced up and down on the veins of his cock, as if they had already memorized the exact pattern and shape that they took, wrapping their tongue around him as best as they could. It was so fucking wet, so fucking good, he could hear the wet slurping sounds of his lovely as they started bobbing their heads up and down. Taking each of his inches without problem, showing how good they were to Arthur, and taking him straight to the moon and back all without leaving this damn bed.

Arthur's hands twisted once again in the sheets, hips spasming as his perfect little angel swallowed around him, making the prince cry out as his sweetheart constricted their throat around him once again, pre-cum leaving out of him like a river and traveling straight down their throat. Vibrations, so sharp and potent around his cock, traveled wickedly up his spine, as his angel hummed with so much satisfaction around him. Fuck. Arthur had underestimated how much his little dream guest liked the taste of him cum, and the taste of Arthur when his seed seeped into their gut. But of course, the prince vaguely thought when his leg kicked out again, the muscles as tense as a spring and catching along the edge of the blanket, his little dream guest would have liked the taste of him so much. This was his dream, his perfect little fantasy, created from the deepest and darkest desires he had kept hidden inside for so long. He wanted to have someone so eager so please him, someone that was so eager to get the taste of him in their mouth, someone so frantic that they would forgo being easy just to get him on their tongue. He should have already realized this was a dream if this was how his little beloved angel was going to play around with him. Arthur had simply been distracted, he supposed, feeling as if the breath had gotten punched out of him as his beauty sucked around him once again.

Arthur's foot kicked, getting caught up in the blanket once again.

The blanket shifted.

Started moving.

Black curls peeked out from the edge.

The blanket started to slide.

Big ears sticking out of those curls were the next to see.

His lovely bobbed down, swallowing Arthur all the way to the base again.

The blanket slid back completely.

Just as Arthur's eyes rolled into the back of his head, flopping back onto the pillow behind him to enjoy the rush of stimulation trying to kill him.

Arthur released a crying gasp, fingers yanking at the sheets as his toes curled as the powerful sucking resumed, his angel's head going up and down, feeling as if they were trying to fuck their own throat with his cock as Arthur hit them in the back of it again and again and again, bruising them in a way that would surely leave an imprint of Arthur inside of them. That thought made him groan loudly, the sound escaping his raw throat… his legs were cold. There was heat inside their little dream, so much overpowering heat that it hurt to breathe let alone think, but his legs were cold now that he didn't have the blanket across them. Now that he… Arthur's eyes shot open, staring blankly up at the foggy ceiling above them, the powerful sucks on his cock pulling back so that angel of his could lick around his head once again before diving down to swallow him whole again. His legs were cold because he wasn't wearing the blanket. Arthur had kicked it off at some point. Which meant… for better or worse… he would be able to see his little angel face to face. Would be able to see who was able to make him feel so good. Was able to see the face of the person that made it feel as if stars were bursting behind his eyelids every time his cock hit against the back of their throat. All Arthur would need to do was lift his bloody head to see for himself who it was. His muscles were sore and aching and killing him at a pace that was so agonizingly slow that it was impossible for him to move just a little. But Arthur had to… he had to… fuck! He had never felt so good in all his life. Had never felt the stress of the living world leaving his body like he could when he had this disarming angel in his bed. Had never felt as if he could allow all his problems to just… float away until he had his cock being sucked.

He had to…

Arthur hissed, his body trembling from the strain as he struggled to push until he was sitting up on the bed. His angel either didn't notice Arthur was moving or he didn't care, as long as they were able to keep sucking at his cock like he was doing. Going up and down, up and down, up and down as their tongue did the most delicious things that Arthur didn't even know was physically possible until this moment. But with more effort than it was probably worth, the young prince was finally able to stare down at the man lying between his legs. Arthur was not mistaken about that, even though his vision was blurred as pleasure in his body twisted until every vein he had felt like it was about to burst open just so Arthur could give them what they wanted… but the person between his legs was most definitely a man. He couldn't see all of them with the way they were bent between his legs, accommodating his long limbs and body within the tiny space. But Arthur could see the white skin, just as alabaster as he thought the person would be, with light cords of muscles that were so small and looked to be almost non-existent, but would still look out of place on a woman. He could see their thick black hair, and the way it stuck out at every angle, temping the prince to grab those strands and see if this mystery man would scream should he do it just right. He could see the nakedness of their body, naked just as the prince was like he had suspected at the beginning of all this, and Arthur could just vaguely see the rounded shape of their curved arse just waiting for a man like Arthur to add some harsh red stripes or color across it.

The large ears were unexpected, but Arthur thought he quite liked them.

Perhaps Arthur should be more freaked out that there was a man inside of his bed that was so insanely good at what they were doing. Perhaps, if this place was the waking world and this was actually happening, he would have reacted with far more violence than he did. Perhaps he would have screamed curses at the top of his lungs, feeling as if he was violated as he swung his fist into their face as hard as he could, blinded by rage at the thought of somebody thinking they could get away with sneaking him into this bed. He was a married man for crying out loud! And whether or not he was getting anything like this from the consort of his dreams, did not give this stranger permission to sneak into their chambers and do something like this to him. Perhaps he would have dragged them out into the hallway and slit their neck from ear to ear in front of Merlin, just so his consort could see that Arthur had been an innocent party to all of this, no matter how good it felt. He could show Merlin that this wasn't like the times he had tried being with Clarissa. That Arthur hadn't been willingly to go and cheat on him after realizing how much of a hard line that was for Merlin to be willing to allow him to do. But his muscles didn't react like Arthur wanted to have them do. He stayed as still and as pliant as he had been, despite all these tremors threatening to send him into an early grave, as the angel continued to ruin him for anybody else, their tongue licking a hot strip up the thick side.

Arthur blinked.

And he blinked again as his vision cleared.

And then he watched as his angel slowly lifted themselves off from his aching cock, leaving him so hard and still wanting that it caused him to release what could only be the most pathetic whimper known to man. But he was unable to do anything more than watching as the angel lifted his head up and looked him in the eyes. Allowing Arthur to see the swirling pools of blue that threatened to drown him in their abyss, the spark of mischief even as blown out as they were right now was something Arthur had never seen. His eyes traveled down along the front of Merlin's body, feeling as if he was caressing that skin without one hand being placed on it. He could see the long lines of Merlin's chest, healthy and filled out in places Arthur didn't know it could be, and he could see those two rosy pink nipples on his chest that was just begging to be sucked until the consort made all of the keening and embarrassing noises that Arthur's made all this time. And looking further down, Arthur's eyes grew impossibly wide as he gazed upon the cock resting between Merlin's legs. It was bobbing where it rested, so long and thin and equally as hard as Arthur's, and it even had a little bead of pre-cum beading on the tip that was impossible not to stare at. Arthur snapped his eyes away from the sight as he heard a rough and low chuckle, as if it amused Merlin greatly to see where Arthur's gaze had gone to. Arthur felt his face flaming, realizing that looking Merlin in the face was probably a horrid mistake.

There was a splotch of something white and sticky clinging to the corner of his consort's lips, and the prince felt his body shaking as his eyes latched on that single splotch of discoloration. Merlin's lips were stretched into a pleased grin, as if he knew how much he effected Arthur, and he watched as the the smaller boy slowly—taunting him, Arthur was sure—swiped his thumb across the color on his lip, collecting it against his skin. Arthur felt the heat surge through him as his brain finally connected the dots… that was his pre-cum. Bits of Arthur's own essence was on Merlin's face. Evidence of Arthur's excitement decorated Merlin's face… Arthur's cock hadn't even waned in the least after realizing who was treating him so nicely. It was still throbbing and aching between his legs, a feat that only made his cock twitch wildly as Arthur watched the way that little angel of his slid his thumb between his red slicked lips, sucking the essence of Arthur into his mouth. The very same mouth that had just been stretched wide, obscenely wide, around his girth as he bobbed up and down on Arthur's thick cock. Arthur was sure the sight was burned into his retinas, as Merlin sucked on his thumb hard enough to make his cheeks go hollow, similar to how it had been when it had been Arthur's cock between those lips. And Arthur ignored the way his cock jumped once again, rising to attention as Merlin slowly pulled his thumb out, dragging it purposely across his tongue, leaving it so wet and glossy that Arthur felt the urge to take it into his own mouth and see if he could taste the mingle of his essence and Merlin's sweat. Merlin's cocky grin is the stuff of legends, Arthur decided dumbly when Merlin smirked wickedly.

"Fuck my throat, Arthur Pendragon."

Perhaps, in retrospect, Arthur should have known it was Merlin right from the start of their time together. He only knew of one man—one person—in his life that he would ever dare to use such nicknames for. How many times had the prince referred to the 'mystery person' between his legs as some sort of angel or as his sweetheart, his lovely person and his beloved, even bang was a new word but didn't sound too different from everything else he could use. Hell, he almost felt as if it would be a betrayal to Merlin if he used such titles to refer to somebody else. Those titles obviously, as strange and as cutesy as they were, were reserved for his husband. It would have left this sour taste on the back of his tongue to think of somebody else in that context. And yet, Arthur had been blinded to his twisted dreams until he was faced with the true. Until Arthur was forced to face the eruption of shivers spreading out across his body after such filthy words had left the mouth of somebody so innocent. Arthur's body felt as if it was incapable of moving, as Merlin lowered his gaze down before lowering his head. Arthur was helpless to do anything more than such in a large ragged breath of desperation as he watched his cock disappearing between the lips of his consort once more. His consort's red lips stretched open obscenity, taking him in down to the root in one swoop.

'Fuck my throat, Arthur Pendragon.'

This was wrong, Arthur thought, his body stiff even as a ragged gasp escaped him once more as his consort's red lips started bobbing his head up and down over the hard length of his cock once again. This was just so wrong and Arthur knew he was going to get a one way ticket straight to hell for not stopping this as soon as he was aware of what was happening. Arthur should've shoved him off his cock… not only was the prince an unclean and dirty bastard who didn't deserve Merlin lowering himself into such an undignified role, but… this is the Consort. HIS consort. Merlin was… Merlin. He was an unruly man that spent all his time driving Arthur up the wall, and that hadn't changed even after Arthur's sworn he would do better by him. But this… this wasn't doing better. This was the exact opposite of doing better! And Arthur shouldn't… he shouldn't… this shouldn't… Arthur's mouth dropped open as Merlin gave his cock a particularly loud suck that sounded absolutely obscene. This shouldn't feel as good as it's feeling. It shouldn't feel as if Arthur was dying from the aftershocks that came from the tight, wet, heat around his manhood. Merlin… he was a man… he was more of a boy than a man. He was… Arthur would never… never touch another man… another man like this. He would never… never expect for Merlin to… for Merlin to perform his… his husbandly duties like this. Arthur's eyes rolled into the back of his head, a wet gasp escaping him as his hips jerked, catching the edge of Merlin's teeth as the consort sucked him hard enough for his cheeks to hollow out around him.

'Fuck my throat, Arthur Pendragon.'

The words Merlin had uttered to him just before taking him back inside of his achingly wet heat seemed to be sheered into his brain. His hands clenched at his knees as hard as they could, struggling through the mountainous waves of pleasure wracking his body, to prevent himself from thrusting up like his body was telling him to do. This whole thing was just a dream, just one really fucked up dream that was conjured because of how close Arthur had slept beside the consort the night before, mixing with the obsession he had for the boy. Arthur had clearly gotten his wires crossed in his brain somewhere. It was nothing but a fantasy. Nothing that would ever happen. Nothing that he would ever dare to speak out loud. Nothing that the real Merlin would ever find out about… Arthur hissed as his hips gave a harsh jerking spasm as Merlin rose up to the tip and dropped down to deep throat him with practiced ease. Merlin would never… he would never find out… the prince thought, feeling as if his brain was starting to short-circuit as his hips gave a few more short jerks that mimicked thrusts. He gasped as Merlin moaned desperately around him when Arthur, after his hips had jolted forward of their own violation, hit the back of his throat without the consort putting him there.

'Fuck my throat, Arthur Pendragon.'

Arthur had never thought the sound of his full name could sound so… sensual and sexy and… fuck! Arthur squeezed his hands around his knees once more, and he felt his grip starting to loosen around them. Each powerful suck from Merlin's delectable lips around his cock only made another finger move off of him. Arthur squeezed his eyes shut, feeling as if something dark was starting to take hold of him. It was the dream, he kept chanting to himself in the midst of his mind as Merlin slurped at his manhood with an eagerness Arthur's never known. It was just a dream… just a dream… just a dream. It was the dream that was controlling him, making his limbs move, and making Merlin moan as Arthur slowly slid one of his hands through his dark hair, feeling the way the strands fell through his parted fingers. But, as Arthur's hand tightened around the dark patch of hair, and as Merlin's moaned loudly as the prince jerked his head until Arthur's cock was buried and lodged into the depths of his wet throat, he was starting to doubt that it was just the dream. And as Arthur started giving these slow and experimental thrusts of his hips, trying to test the angle and which of them would allow Arthur to go the deepest and which of those made the angel he was touching moan the loudest… he started to wonder if it was him. If all of this was what Arthur really was on the inside. If he… liked the thought of taking control like this. If he liked the thought of Merlin submitting to him because he wanted to and not because Arthur had forced him there. If this… if the consort consented to such rough treatments, then… did it count as rape?

'Fuck my throat, Arthur Pendragon.'

Arthur felt the overwhelming pounds of shame coursing through every vein he had. Each and every rapid beat of his frantic heart only made him want to start crying because of how… wrong this was. Every ragged gasp that escaped from his lips made Arthur want to pull back and whisper sweet apologies to his little angel for treating him like something to be used. But every thrust Arthur made into Merlin's throat, stretching the consort's mouth wider to accumulate each hard angled thrust, only made Merlin moan louder, salvia sliding from the edge of his lips. And each desperate cry from Merlin only made Arthur thrust harder and more desperate until he was beating against the back of Merlin's throat as if he was a battering ram and Merlin's throat was the door that refused to yield to him. Arthur couldn't stop himself, the desire to wreck and ruin the consort's throat overpowering until it felt as if he could choke on it. His hips moved as if they couldn't be stopped, forcing himself further and further down his consort until it felt like it couldn't be possible for Merlin to take as much abuse as he's forcing on him. His hands gripped at Merlin's hair, jerking his head in time with his thrusts, giving him no time to breathe through the pain as Arthur continued to use him for his own means. Merlin was a pleasure hole meant for Arthur and the fact that he wanted to be there… made Arthur pick up his desperate speed that would lead them both to what he was aiming for.

After all, the real Merlin would never know.

And finally, after so much had gone into this, Arthur could feel his build up as it reached its peak. He could feel himself rising over the crest in the hill that's been eluding him no matter how many times he had falsely orgasmed. His hips were starting to sputter and hit the back of Merlin's throat in uneven lines. The prince was going to make it this time. He was going to hit his orgasm. Arthur's going to give Merlin each and every drop he had. He was going to release each and every drop of his essence straight into his consort's throat, and his angel was going to swallow each and every drop like the good boy he was being for Arthur. There was no stopping him this time, he thought as his hips started to get more and more out of rhythm. And it seemed as if even Merlin was aware of how close he was getting, the consort trying in vain to suck him down even when Arthur was going too fast for him to reasonably keep up with. Arthur felt his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his hands squeezed tight around the fistfuls of hair he had as if they were handles, and Arthur shoved himself as far as he could into that warm mouth one last time, his entire world going white as an earth shattering orgasm hit him, his cum ejecting from the tip of his cock to disappear down the back of Merlin's throat, hot splashes slamming into Merlin in so much copious amounts, that Arthur felt as if it could drown a person.

And Arthur screamed.