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Fic: Bespelled, Merlin/Knights, NC-17
This be deanon day. Reposting a month-old fill from KMM.
Fandom: Merlin BBC
Title: Bespelled
Pairing: Merlin/Knights
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: "magic made them do it" style dub-con
Summary: Originally written for this KMM propmt: Arthur/Merlin, Elyan/Merlin, Gwaine/Merlin, Lancelot/Merlin, Leon/Merlin, Merlin/Percival
Arthur and his knights are enchanted or bitten by a magical creature (sex pollen, basically) and turned feral and sex-crazed. The only way Merlin can fix them is to use his magic and sex. So, while they're chained up in the dungeons being feral and horny and you know, naked or whatever, Merlin works his way through one by one. Optional: Knights have to remain bound for Merlin's safety as he fucks them and/or is fucked by them. Optional: Arthur being last, so exhausted and thoroughly fucked-out Merlin can get comforted and snuggled.
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It was shaping up to be a lovely hunting trip. The weather was good, they brought down a deer and shot a few rabbits, and then stopped for lunch. Arthur left Merlin and the knights to clean their catch and set up camp, and wandered off to the river to wash off sweat and dirt and refill their water skins.
He was half way back when he spotted Merlin standing alone in the woods with a small log in his hand. His warlock was panting and glancing around worriedly. He must have been gathering firewood and gotten lost, his head in the clouds as usual.
Arthur carefully snuck up on him, grabbed a handful of his skinny arse and pressed his nose in the soft hair on Merlin's nape. He's expected a startled yelp and then delighted laughter and then a long snog and maybe a bit of a roll in a grass. Merlin yelped and turned around, but instead of returning the sign of affection he swung the log he was holding and clobbered his king over the head.
"Merlin," said Arthur when he could speak again. "Never do that again. Stocks. Dungeons. Ow."
"We're already in the dungeons, Sire, now shut up and let me see your eyes," Merlin muttered.
"So we are," Arthur said, still dazed, and pulled on his manacles. "All right, stop messing about and let me out and maybe I won't kill you."
"I think you're all right, I didn't hit you that hard," Merlin said. "Right, so, not that you'll understand, the way you are right now, but you're under a lust spell."
"I'm not."
"Yeah, that's what you said last two times you were bespelled."
"I'm not under spell either," said Leon. He was in the same cell, also chained to the wall. Elyan, Lancelot, Gwaine and Percival were here too, their whole hunting party, all manacled with the chains pulled short.
"You all are," Merlin said. "Just - "
"I'm not," Leon insisted, restlessly shifting his hips. "I just want to fuck your mouth. Come closer, please, I just - I really want to. Your mouth is gorgeous, I want to have it."
"Hang on now," said Arthur, not sure where to direct his outrage. Leon turned to him, glassy-eyed.
"Your mouth is lovely too," he said. "I'll fuck that after I'm done with him."
"Merlin!" Arthur shouted. "What the hell is going on?"
"A spell, I told you," said Merlin distractedly, leafing through a book of magic. "Someone thought it would be a good laugh to make the king and knights of Camelot run around like beasts in heat, scaring the villagers. This could've turned very ugly, if I wasn't quick enough. All right, everyone. Try to listen, okay?"
The knights groaned, writhing against the dungeon walls. Elyan's trousers were tented, and he canted his hips, humping the air, sobbing mindlessly. They were all hard; Percival yanked on his chains, growling like a dog. Gwaine just looked drunk, sitting limply against the wall, giggling, but Lancelot didn't look good at all. He was shivering and sweating, furiously biting his lips, he seemed to be in a great deal of pain.
"I'll listen if you come here and sit on my cock," said Leon, and Merlin rolled his eyes in frustration.
"Right, so, I know how to reverse it. It takes a bit of magic and then you need to - to come and then you'll hopefully fall asleep and won't remember anything."
"I'll come down your throat, you vixen," Leon promised. "And then I'll fuck that hot arse."
He nudged Percival with his foot and got a feral snarl in return.
"Oh, I really hope you won't remember anything," Merlin sighed while he mixed dry herbs in a bowl. He sprinkled some on each of them, muttering spells.
"All right, so they're clearly bewitched, but I'm fine - " Arthur said, and Merlin glared and threw an extra pinch of herbs at him.
"One more word, and I'm gagging you both," he said.
"With your cock?" asked Leon hopefully.
"Just be quiet," said Merlin sternly. "If you're quiet and good, I'll make you come, and everything will be fine, right? Now be good for me. Just wait your turn."
"Please, I can't stand it anymore," Elyan sobbed, and Merlin knelt between his splayed legs and gently mopped sweat and tears from his face with a clean rag.
"I think I'll die if I don't fuck something," Elyan moaned.
"Don't fight it," advised Gwaine languidly. "It's worse if you do. Just let it."
Merlin gingerly unlaced Elyan's trousers and slipped his hand inside, and the man twisted against the chains, arching and pushing into the touch, crying with relief.
"That's it, it's going to be all right," Merlin muttered and pulled Elyan's stiff cock out. "Here you go. Fuck my hand, just like that."
He wrapped his long fingers around Elyan's cock and stroked hard and fast, in counterpoint with erratic pumping of Elyan's hips.
"I've got you now, I'll make you feel good," he muttered, working the length of the shaft, adding a little wicked twist at the crown. Arthur knew how that felt; he was stiffening himself just watching the two of them. "You've got such a lovely cock, Elyan. I wish circumstances were different."
"Trollop," said Arthur half-heartedly. Merlin was getting into it - his pale cheeks turned pink, his breath quickened. Elyan grunted and rocked against him, looking blissed-out now, his dark eyes sparkling when Merlin stroked just so. Merlin put a hand to his face and Elyan rubbed his cheek against it gratefully, kissed his palm, and fucked into Merlin's tight fist harder.
"So good," he moaned.
"Let me make it slick for you," Merlin spat on his palm, spread wetness over Elyan's skin, getting another happy moan out of him. "That's better, yeah? That's it, go with it, give it to me..."
Elyan came with a long groan and slumped against his chains, breathing steadily.
"All right," said Merlin, got up and pressed a hand to his own stiff prick. "Fuck. Right, that works."
He unlocked Elyan's chains, cleaned and laced him up and dragged him over to the pile of straw in the corner.
"Okay, who's next," he said, and Leon hopefully rattled his chains. He was staying quiet though, and Arthur thanked the gods for small mercies.
Merlin knelt next to Lancelot, who seemed to be on the verge of passing out, pale and drenched in sweat.
"Don't touch me," Lancelot said and jerked back as far as the chains let him. "I won't contain myself if you do."
"It's all right, I'm going to help you..."
"No. I don't want to - this affliction, it's not me. I don't want to hurt anyone."
"You won't hurt me, Lancelot," said Merlin, gently drawing him into his arms. "I'm your friend. You don't recognise me right now, I understand. But I'm your friend, I want you. We've done this before, and it was good."
"When?" Arthur asked. He wasn't jealous. He wasn't. He was just - they should have told him. They were his friends.
Merlin ignored him, pressed closer to Lancelot and kissed his lips.
"Please don't," Lancelot gasped, shaking, turning his face away. Merlin kissed his jaw, his neck, pulled open the laces on his shirt and licked a trail down to Lancelot's tightening nipples.
"Let me," he said, sucking and worrying them with his tongue. "I want you, please let me. Remember that time we shared my bed? You were just knighted, and we were a bit drunk, and you used your mouth on me, and it was so wonderful."
Merlin made quick work of Lancelot's trousers and crouched down, fisting his half-hard cock.
"Don't fight it, just let me have you," he said. "I want to do this with you."
Lancelot moaned and stopped struggling, and his cock filled out in Merlin's fingers, long and dark. Arthur watched as Merlin placed soft kisses all over the head and then slowly drew it in his mouth, let it slip out again, glistening and moist now, and lapped at it with his tongue.
"It's good, isn't it?" he asked, rubbing his cheek against the shaft. "You taste good. You gonna come for me?"
Lancelot shuddered and nodded in surrender, curling his fingers over the manacles. Merlin ducked his head and pumped his mouth up and down the hard length. The sight was familiar; Arthur loved to watch when Merlin sucked his cock, the way his lips stretched wide over the girth and his eyelashes fluttered, throwing long shadows on his cheeks. Now it affected him almost as much, as if he could almost feel every slide, and the caress of Merlin's tongue, and he squirmed in his chains, his cock too sensitive against the rough wool of his trousers.
Merlin kept sucking, contently humming to himself, playing with Lancelot's balls, reaching up to pinch his nipples. His cock was hard, and Arthur's mouth watered as he watched it bob and sway under the cloth. He wanted Merlin to take it out, to pull and stroke it, let him see. He thought to order that, but Merlin would just think the spell made him spout lewd babble, the way it did with Leon.
When Lancelot came, Merlin kept his lips on his cock, swallowing, sucking gently through the release, till Lancelot finished and passed out, just like Elyan had. Merlin freed him and settled him on the floor, and leaned on the wall, panting.
He wiped sweat from his forehead, licked his lips and glanced at the rest of them: three knights and the king, all chained up in a row.
"I'm so horny, I think my prick will snap off before I'm done with you," he sighed.
"Give it here, then," Gwaine suggested, flicking his tongue.
Merlin stared at his mouth, palming himself through his clothes, and then resolutely shook his head.
"In a bit," he said. "Leon, you've been good and quiet like I told you to. On your feet. You can fuck my mouth now."
Leon scrambled up readily and thrust out his hips, letting Merlin unlace him. Merlin knelt at his feet and guided Leon's thick cock to his lips.
Leon's chains were too short to let him grab Merlin's hair, but he still tried, pulling on them till his wrist were raw. He pumped into Merlin's mouth in short quick thrusts; it looked brutal, but Merlin was taking it all, choking a bit and huffing noisily through his nose, and his eyes were as mad with lust as Leon's.
He pulled his trousers open and finally let Arthur see his cock, hard and deeply flushed. He tugged at it, fast, pinching his foreskin, shaking impatiently.
"Don't, save it for me," Gwaine pleaded, and Merlin whimpered and clamped his hands on Leon's thighs.
Arthur might as well have been bespelled; his cock jerked against his stomach with every strangled noise Merlin made. It wasn't fair that Merlin was making him wait this long. He was the king, dammit. He didn't need - he wasn't really under a spell - but it was still completely unacceptable.
Leon came with a last forceful grind of his hips and crushed to his knees. Merlin caught him and collapsed as well, brought down by the man's great weight.
"Who'd have thought you'd be so wild," he muttered, freeing Leon and settling him down. "You're always so proper."
"That's why, I told them," Gwaine said. "It's like the drink. You fight it, it fucks with you. Just have to ride the buzz."
"You're almost yourself," Merlin said and combed Gwaine's sweat-damp hair off his face. "Do you know who I am?"
"You're my friend," said Gwaine happily. "I love you. Will make you feel nice. Want to lick your cock."
"Oh hell," Merlin groaned and stepped closer, and Gwaine eagerly stretched his neck and did just that, licked all over Merlin's straining prick, lapped at the sides of his shaft, dragged the flat of his tongue over the head.
"Oh, Gwaine," Merlin laughed and pushed into Gwaine's mouth, softly rocking his hips. Gwaine sucked at him delightedly for a minute or so and then pulled back.
"Can't, too horny," he said sadly and turned around and got on his knees. The chains holding his hands crossed, pinning his wrists together. He braced them on the wall and wriggled his arse. "Fuck me?"
Merlin tore his trousers down with shaking hands, hastily conjured some slick and pushed his fingers between Gwaine's muscled arse cheeks.
"Don't need to, can take you," Gwaine said, bearing down on him, asking for it. Merlin pumped his fingers in a few more times and then swore and lined his cock to Gwaine's hole, and pushed in so fast it had to hurt.
Gwaine took it without a wince, arched and pushed back, rocking himself further onto Merlin's cock. From this angle Arthur couldn't see his face, just the clench of Merlin's arse as he fucked his knight in quick thrusts, the shadow of Gwaine's prick swaying between his legs.
"Good?" Merlin panted, angling his hips to get deeper.
"Yeah," Gwaine grunted, clawing at the stones of the dungeon wall. "Right there. Touch me."
Merlin curled his hand over Gwaine's cock and jerked him without any rhythm, and bent over his back to kiss his neck and mouth as his shoulders through his shirt.
"Gwaine, Gwaine," he groaned, his thrusts long and good and sure, and Arthur wanted his cock, wanted it in him, wanted to be flush under him, anything, everything.
Gwaine spilled over his fingers, yelling and pounding his fists at the wall. Merlin bared his teeth and pounded into him hard, grabbing at Gwaine's hips even as he started to sag down.
"Uh sorry I just need to - " he babbled and thrust one last time, and stayed there, rocking, and trembling, holding Gwaine's unconscious body in his lap.
"Feeling better?" Arthur asked sarcastically. Merlin nodded, looking almost ashamed now, and went on cleaning Gwaine up and making him comfortable.
He strolled over to Percival, stretching, loose-limbed and graceful in the way he always was fresh after a fuck.
"How are you doing there?" He undid Percival's clothes with no hint of hesitation, business-like. Percival gave him a pained glance and tried to rut against his hands, grinding his heels against the floor.
"Oh wow," Merlin drawled, stroking light fingers over Percival's cock. It was - Arthur wasn't going to admit it was bigger or - yeah, it was pretty huge.
"Isn't that nice," said Merlin and licked along the knotted vein, making Percival snarl and slam his head against the wall. "Wow, Percival. That would be awesome to ride."
"Go for it, then," Arthur said, his throat dry, and twisted against the chains as much as he could to get the best view.
"Oh hell, why not, I've been doing all the work, and you're all so hot, and I'm only human," mumbled Merlin nonsensically. He stripped naked and climbed in Percival's lap. Percival watched him hungrily, clenching his chained hands into white-knuckled fists; Merlin slowly rubbed against his chest, fingering himself open.
"Come on," he whispered and nudged Percival's head toward his nipple. "Kiss it."
Percival obeyed, gently lipped at it, flicked his tongue over the tip as it hardened. Merlin smiled blissfully and sank down on Percival's cock, hissing a little, rocking up to ease back before taking more. He worked at it carefully, till he settled all the way down, the whole length of Percival's cock jammed inside him. His thighs were trembling; drops of sweat were sliding down his back, and Arthur wanted to lick them up.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," Arthur said. Merlin sighed happily and rose on his knees, scrambling at Percival's wide shoulders for purchase. He settled into an easy rhythm; every time his hips snapped down he made a soft grunt that went straight to Arthur's cock. Arthur's need had crested a while back and was now a mellow, pleasant ache.
Percival jerked under Merlin, trying to match his thrusts, and strained his neck forward till Merlin leaned over to kiss him. Merlin got hard again, and now his cock was trapped between their stomachs, sliding there on their sweat, and it made Merlin groan into Percival's mouth and kiss him deeper.
He came like that, grinding down on Percival's cock and sighing into his mouth, and obligingly held still while Percival slammed up into him to his release. When it was over he slid free and unlocked the chains and crawled over to Arthur on all fours, naked, too fucked-out to even stand up.
"Now you," he said and put his head on Arthur's shoulder. He smelled thickly of sex; the whole room did. "This is going to be so difficult."
"This? That all was easy and now this is going to be difficult? You're unbelievable," said Arthur sullenly. "All right, tell me why."
"Because I love you, you moron," Merlin muttered against his neck. "I want to fuck you, not some crazy enchanted thing."
"For the hundredth time. I'm not under a spell."
Merlin pulled back and stared at him, squinting.
"You're not under a spell!" he yelled.
"Yes, I think I'd mentioned it."
"But, in the woods," Merlin said skittishly. "They were all - and then you too, you grabbed my arse too!"
"Like I do a dozen times a day," Arthur reminded him.
"Um," Merlin sat back on his heels and scratched at a drying slash of come on his face. "Right. Well, you know, I was doing what I thought was... How angry are you right now?"
"I'm just plotting my retribution," Arthur said. "Chains will definitely be involved. I think I'm going to collar you to my bed for a day. The things I will do to you, you have no idea. Are you going to fuck me or what?"
"Here?" Merlin grinned, edging closer. "Like this?"
"Well, I have been looking forward to it..." Arthur shrugged. He was uncomfortable, his shoulder hurt and his hands were going numb, and the floor was hard and cold. But Merlin was right here, naked, fucked open, glowing, his mouth red and bruised, and his prick was getting heavy again, lengthening between his legs.
Merlin smiled, crawled closer and kissed him, thoroughly, with his hot, filthy mouth.
"All right, Sire," he said, working Arthur's clothes open. "Tell me what you want."
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Fandom: Merlin BBC
Title: Bespelled
Pairing: Merlin/Knights
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: "magic made them do it" style dub-con
Summary: Originally written for this KMM propmt: Arthur/Merlin, Elyan/Merlin, Gwaine/Merlin, Lancelot/Merlin, Leon/Merlin, Merlin/Percival
Arthur and his knights are enchanted or bitten by a magical creature (sex pollen, basically) and turned feral and sex-crazed. The only way Merlin can fix them is to use his magic and sex. So, while they're chained up in the dungeons being feral and horny and you know, naked or whatever, Merlin works his way through one by one. Optional: Knights have to remain bound for Merlin's safety as he fucks them and/or is fucked by them. Optional: Arthur being last, so exhausted and thoroughly fucked-out Merlin can get comforted and snuggled.
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lolafeist. Thank you!It was shaping up to be a lovely hunting trip. The weather was good, they brought down a deer and shot a few rabbits, and then stopped for lunch. Arthur left Merlin and the knights to clean their catch and set up camp, and wandered off to the river to wash off sweat and dirt and refill their water skins.
He was half way back when he spotted Merlin standing alone in the woods with a small log in his hand. His warlock was panting and glancing around worriedly. He must have been gathering firewood and gotten lost, his head in the clouds as usual.
Arthur carefully snuck up on him, grabbed a handful of his skinny arse and pressed his nose in the soft hair on Merlin's nape. He's expected a startled yelp and then delighted laughter and then a long snog and maybe a bit of a roll in a grass. Merlin yelped and turned around, but instead of returning the sign of affection he swung the log he was holding and clobbered his king over the head.
"Merlin," said Arthur when he could speak again. "Never do that again. Stocks. Dungeons. Ow."
"We're already in the dungeons, Sire, now shut up and let me see your eyes," Merlin muttered.
"So we are," Arthur said, still dazed, and pulled on his manacles. "All right, stop messing about and let me out and maybe I won't kill you."
"I think you're all right, I didn't hit you that hard," Merlin said. "Right, so, not that you'll understand, the way you are right now, but you're under a lust spell."
"I'm not."
"Yeah, that's what you said last two times you were bespelled."
"I'm not under spell either," said Leon. He was in the same cell, also chained to the wall. Elyan, Lancelot, Gwaine and Percival were here too, their whole hunting party, all manacled with the chains pulled short.
"You all are," Merlin said. "Just - "
"I'm not," Leon insisted, restlessly shifting his hips. "I just want to fuck your mouth. Come closer, please, I just - I really want to. Your mouth is gorgeous, I want to have it."
"Hang on now," said Arthur, not sure where to direct his outrage. Leon turned to him, glassy-eyed.
"Your mouth is lovely too," he said. "I'll fuck that after I'm done with him."
"Merlin!" Arthur shouted. "What the hell is going on?"
"A spell, I told you," said Merlin distractedly, leafing through a book of magic. "Someone thought it would be a good laugh to make the king and knights of Camelot run around like beasts in heat, scaring the villagers. This could've turned very ugly, if I wasn't quick enough. All right, everyone. Try to listen, okay?"
The knights groaned, writhing against the dungeon walls. Elyan's trousers were tented, and he canted his hips, humping the air, sobbing mindlessly. They were all hard; Percival yanked on his chains, growling like a dog. Gwaine just looked drunk, sitting limply against the wall, giggling, but Lancelot didn't look good at all. He was shivering and sweating, furiously biting his lips, he seemed to be in a great deal of pain.
"I'll listen if you come here and sit on my cock," said Leon, and Merlin rolled his eyes in frustration.
"Right, so, I know how to reverse it. It takes a bit of magic and then you need to - to come and then you'll hopefully fall asleep and won't remember anything."
"I'll come down your throat, you vixen," Leon promised. "And then I'll fuck that hot arse."
He nudged Percival with his foot and got a feral snarl in return.
"Oh, I really hope you won't remember anything," Merlin sighed while he mixed dry herbs in a bowl. He sprinkled some on each of them, muttering spells.
"All right, so they're clearly bewitched, but I'm fine - " Arthur said, and Merlin glared and threw an extra pinch of herbs at him.
"One more word, and I'm gagging you both," he said.
"With your cock?" asked Leon hopefully.
"Just be quiet," said Merlin sternly. "If you're quiet and good, I'll make you come, and everything will be fine, right? Now be good for me. Just wait your turn."
"Please, I can't stand it anymore," Elyan sobbed, and Merlin knelt between his splayed legs and gently mopped sweat and tears from his face with a clean rag.
"I think I'll die if I don't fuck something," Elyan moaned.
"Don't fight it," advised Gwaine languidly. "It's worse if you do. Just let it."
Merlin gingerly unlaced Elyan's trousers and slipped his hand inside, and the man twisted against the chains, arching and pushing into the touch, crying with relief.
"That's it, it's going to be all right," Merlin muttered and pulled Elyan's stiff cock out. "Here you go. Fuck my hand, just like that."
He wrapped his long fingers around Elyan's cock and stroked hard and fast, in counterpoint with erratic pumping of Elyan's hips.
"I've got you now, I'll make you feel good," he muttered, working the length of the shaft, adding a little wicked twist at the crown. Arthur knew how that felt; he was stiffening himself just watching the two of them. "You've got such a lovely cock, Elyan. I wish circumstances were different."
"Trollop," said Arthur half-heartedly. Merlin was getting into it - his pale cheeks turned pink, his breath quickened. Elyan grunted and rocked against him, looking blissed-out now, his dark eyes sparkling when Merlin stroked just so. Merlin put a hand to his face and Elyan rubbed his cheek against it gratefully, kissed his palm, and fucked into Merlin's tight fist harder.
"So good," he moaned.
"Let me make it slick for you," Merlin spat on his palm, spread wetness over Elyan's skin, getting another happy moan out of him. "That's better, yeah? That's it, go with it, give it to me..."
Elyan came with a long groan and slumped against his chains, breathing steadily.
"All right," said Merlin, got up and pressed a hand to his own stiff prick. "Fuck. Right, that works."
He unlocked Elyan's chains, cleaned and laced him up and dragged him over to the pile of straw in the corner.
"Okay, who's next," he said, and Leon hopefully rattled his chains. He was staying quiet though, and Arthur thanked the gods for small mercies.
Merlin knelt next to Lancelot, who seemed to be on the verge of passing out, pale and drenched in sweat.
"Don't touch me," Lancelot said and jerked back as far as the chains let him. "I won't contain myself if you do."
"It's all right, I'm going to help you..."
"No. I don't want to - this affliction, it's not me. I don't want to hurt anyone."
"You won't hurt me, Lancelot," said Merlin, gently drawing him into his arms. "I'm your friend. You don't recognise me right now, I understand. But I'm your friend, I want you. We've done this before, and it was good."
"When?" Arthur asked. He wasn't jealous. He wasn't. He was just - they should have told him. They were his friends.
Merlin ignored him, pressed closer to Lancelot and kissed his lips.
"Please don't," Lancelot gasped, shaking, turning his face away. Merlin kissed his jaw, his neck, pulled open the laces on his shirt and licked a trail down to Lancelot's tightening nipples.
"Let me," he said, sucking and worrying them with his tongue. "I want you, please let me. Remember that time we shared my bed? You were just knighted, and we were a bit drunk, and you used your mouth on me, and it was so wonderful."
Merlin made quick work of Lancelot's trousers and crouched down, fisting his half-hard cock.
"Don't fight it, just let me have you," he said. "I want to do this with you."
Lancelot moaned and stopped struggling, and his cock filled out in Merlin's fingers, long and dark. Arthur watched as Merlin placed soft kisses all over the head and then slowly drew it in his mouth, let it slip out again, glistening and moist now, and lapped at it with his tongue.
"It's good, isn't it?" he asked, rubbing his cheek against the shaft. "You taste good. You gonna come for me?"
Lancelot shuddered and nodded in surrender, curling his fingers over the manacles. Merlin ducked his head and pumped his mouth up and down the hard length. The sight was familiar; Arthur loved to watch when Merlin sucked his cock, the way his lips stretched wide over the girth and his eyelashes fluttered, throwing long shadows on his cheeks. Now it affected him almost as much, as if he could almost feel every slide, and the caress of Merlin's tongue, and he squirmed in his chains, his cock too sensitive against the rough wool of his trousers.
Merlin kept sucking, contently humming to himself, playing with Lancelot's balls, reaching up to pinch his nipples. His cock was hard, and Arthur's mouth watered as he watched it bob and sway under the cloth. He wanted Merlin to take it out, to pull and stroke it, let him see. He thought to order that, but Merlin would just think the spell made him spout lewd babble, the way it did with Leon.
When Lancelot came, Merlin kept his lips on his cock, swallowing, sucking gently through the release, till Lancelot finished and passed out, just like Elyan had. Merlin freed him and settled him on the floor, and leaned on the wall, panting.
He wiped sweat from his forehead, licked his lips and glanced at the rest of them: three knights and the king, all chained up in a row.
"I'm so horny, I think my prick will snap off before I'm done with you," he sighed.
"Give it here, then," Gwaine suggested, flicking his tongue.
Merlin stared at his mouth, palming himself through his clothes, and then resolutely shook his head.
"In a bit," he said. "Leon, you've been good and quiet like I told you to. On your feet. You can fuck my mouth now."
Leon scrambled up readily and thrust out his hips, letting Merlin unlace him. Merlin knelt at his feet and guided Leon's thick cock to his lips.
Leon's chains were too short to let him grab Merlin's hair, but he still tried, pulling on them till his wrist were raw. He pumped into Merlin's mouth in short quick thrusts; it looked brutal, but Merlin was taking it all, choking a bit and huffing noisily through his nose, and his eyes were as mad with lust as Leon's.
He pulled his trousers open and finally let Arthur see his cock, hard and deeply flushed. He tugged at it, fast, pinching his foreskin, shaking impatiently.
"Don't, save it for me," Gwaine pleaded, and Merlin whimpered and clamped his hands on Leon's thighs.
Arthur might as well have been bespelled; his cock jerked against his stomach with every strangled noise Merlin made. It wasn't fair that Merlin was making him wait this long. He was the king, dammit. He didn't need - he wasn't really under a spell - but it was still completely unacceptable.
Leon came with a last forceful grind of his hips and crushed to his knees. Merlin caught him and collapsed as well, brought down by the man's great weight.
"Who'd have thought you'd be so wild," he muttered, freeing Leon and settling him down. "You're always so proper."
"That's why, I told them," Gwaine said. "It's like the drink. You fight it, it fucks with you. Just have to ride the buzz."
"You're almost yourself," Merlin said and combed Gwaine's sweat-damp hair off his face. "Do you know who I am?"
"You're my friend," said Gwaine happily. "I love you. Will make you feel nice. Want to lick your cock."
"Oh hell," Merlin groaned and stepped closer, and Gwaine eagerly stretched his neck and did just that, licked all over Merlin's straining prick, lapped at the sides of his shaft, dragged the flat of his tongue over the head.
"Oh, Gwaine," Merlin laughed and pushed into Gwaine's mouth, softly rocking his hips. Gwaine sucked at him delightedly for a minute or so and then pulled back.
"Can't, too horny," he said sadly and turned around and got on his knees. The chains holding his hands crossed, pinning his wrists together. He braced them on the wall and wriggled his arse. "Fuck me?"
Merlin tore his trousers down with shaking hands, hastily conjured some slick and pushed his fingers between Gwaine's muscled arse cheeks.
"Don't need to, can take you," Gwaine said, bearing down on him, asking for it. Merlin pumped his fingers in a few more times and then swore and lined his cock to Gwaine's hole, and pushed in so fast it had to hurt.
Gwaine took it without a wince, arched and pushed back, rocking himself further onto Merlin's cock. From this angle Arthur couldn't see his face, just the clench of Merlin's arse as he fucked his knight in quick thrusts, the shadow of Gwaine's prick swaying between his legs.
"Good?" Merlin panted, angling his hips to get deeper.
"Yeah," Gwaine grunted, clawing at the stones of the dungeon wall. "Right there. Touch me."
Merlin curled his hand over Gwaine's cock and jerked him without any rhythm, and bent over his back to kiss his neck and mouth as his shoulders through his shirt.
"Gwaine, Gwaine," he groaned, his thrusts long and good and sure, and Arthur wanted his cock, wanted it in him, wanted to be flush under him, anything, everything.
Gwaine spilled over his fingers, yelling and pounding his fists at the wall. Merlin bared his teeth and pounded into him hard, grabbing at Gwaine's hips even as he started to sag down.
"Uh sorry I just need to - " he babbled and thrust one last time, and stayed there, rocking, and trembling, holding Gwaine's unconscious body in his lap.
"Feeling better?" Arthur asked sarcastically. Merlin nodded, looking almost ashamed now, and went on cleaning Gwaine up and making him comfortable.
He strolled over to Percival, stretching, loose-limbed and graceful in the way he always was fresh after a fuck.
"How are you doing there?" He undid Percival's clothes with no hint of hesitation, business-like. Percival gave him a pained glance and tried to rut against his hands, grinding his heels against the floor.
"Oh wow," Merlin drawled, stroking light fingers over Percival's cock. It was - Arthur wasn't going to admit it was bigger or - yeah, it was pretty huge.
"Isn't that nice," said Merlin and licked along the knotted vein, making Percival snarl and slam his head against the wall. "Wow, Percival. That would be awesome to ride."
"Go for it, then," Arthur said, his throat dry, and twisted against the chains as much as he could to get the best view.
"Oh hell, why not, I've been doing all the work, and you're all so hot, and I'm only human," mumbled Merlin nonsensically. He stripped naked and climbed in Percival's lap. Percival watched him hungrily, clenching his chained hands into white-knuckled fists; Merlin slowly rubbed against his chest, fingering himself open.
"Come on," he whispered and nudged Percival's head toward his nipple. "Kiss it."
Percival obeyed, gently lipped at it, flicked his tongue over the tip as it hardened. Merlin smiled blissfully and sank down on Percival's cock, hissing a little, rocking up to ease back before taking more. He worked at it carefully, till he settled all the way down, the whole length of Percival's cock jammed inside him. His thighs were trembling; drops of sweat were sliding down his back, and Arthur wanted to lick them up.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," Arthur said. Merlin sighed happily and rose on his knees, scrambling at Percival's wide shoulders for purchase. He settled into an easy rhythm; every time his hips snapped down he made a soft grunt that went straight to Arthur's cock. Arthur's need had crested a while back and was now a mellow, pleasant ache.
Percival jerked under Merlin, trying to match his thrusts, and strained his neck forward till Merlin leaned over to kiss him. Merlin got hard again, and now his cock was trapped between their stomachs, sliding there on their sweat, and it made Merlin groan into Percival's mouth and kiss him deeper.
He came like that, grinding down on Percival's cock and sighing into his mouth, and obligingly held still while Percival slammed up into him to his release. When it was over he slid free and unlocked the chains and crawled over to Arthur on all fours, naked, too fucked-out to even stand up.
"Now you," he said and put his head on Arthur's shoulder. He smelled thickly of sex; the whole room did. "This is going to be so difficult."
"This? That all was easy and now this is going to be difficult? You're unbelievable," said Arthur sullenly. "All right, tell me why."
"Because I love you, you moron," Merlin muttered against his neck. "I want to fuck you, not some crazy enchanted thing."
"For the hundredth time. I'm not under a spell."
Merlin pulled back and stared at him, squinting.
"You're not under a spell!" he yelled.
"Yes, I think I'd mentioned it."
"But, in the woods," Merlin said skittishly. "They were all - and then you too, you grabbed my arse too!"
"Like I do a dozen times a day," Arthur reminded him.
"Um," Merlin sat back on his heels and scratched at a drying slash of come on his face. "Right. Well, you know, I was doing what I thought was... How angry are you right now?"
"I'm just plotting my retribution," Arthur said. "Chains will definitely be involved. I think I'm going to collar you to my bed for a day. The things I will do to you, you have no idea. Are you going to fuck me or what?"
"Here?" Merlin grinned, edging closer. "Like this?"
"Well, I have been looking forward to it..." Arthur shrugged. He was uncomfortable, his shoulder hurt and his hands were going numb, and the floor was hard and cold. But Merlin was right here, naked, fucked open, glowing, his mouth red and bruised, and his prick was getting heavy again, lengthening between his legs.
Merlin smiled, crawled closer and kissed him, thoroughly, with his hot, filthy mouth.
"All right, Sire," he said, working Arthur's clothes open. "Tell me what you want."
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I love how into it Merlin got - oh, and Leon's filthy mouth was just...*DIES*
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Is there anything you can't do?
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Oh there's so much I can't do, but I'm glad I can brighten up someone's day with PORN :) This seriously makes me very happy.
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Is it a little warm in here? I'm feeling destinctly hot and bothered.
Smokin' stuff!
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Oh, this was so delightful. ♥ ♥ ♥
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I love Merlin being so gentle and careful with Elyan, and Lancelot trying to fight it all, and Leon's hilarious dirty talk. I love Merlin's matter-of-fact manner even when he's ridiculously turned on, and Arthur's inner monologue through it all and how sometimes you can't quite tell if Arthur's enchanted too and in denial or just understandably excited by the proceedings. Gwaine's reaction to it all is so lovely and perfect it hurts, especially "You're my friend," said Gwaine happily. "I love you. Will make you feel nice. Want to lick your cock." And aww, Percival, still so quiet. And of course the end! Adore Merlin's I love you, you moron and Arthur being understandably cranky but still not about to pass up his turn at dungeon sex. They're so delightfully comfortable with each other, I love it.
Basically I love all of it, in case you couldn't tell. I really should have known this was you, because it is the best and you are also the best. ♥
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They're so delightfully comfortable with each other, I love it.
Ohhh extra thank you for that, that's the happy end I want for them. To happily be with each other and have many
eroticadventures together. Aw, boys.I'm so glad you liked the story. Thank you again for reading and commenting! <3
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so yeah your awesome th efic was great and I'm so going to see what else you have written!
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but poor Arthur, omg, lololol.
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Thank youuuu so glad you enjoyed and Uther approves :)
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Uther's approval is rare and lovely, like diamonds. ;-)
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JESUS! I need to friend you. This, this right here-- holy shit. I actually had to stop for a minute after Lancelot and take a deep breath. I love this so, so much.
Oh god, Leon with is filthy mouth and fucking Gwaine-- *SQUEE!*
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How I love Merlin/Knights, and dungeon!sex, and Arthur watching Merlin go to town on his knights (lucky prat that he is), and Gwaine cause he really was just himself :D, and that was really hot!
Thanks for writing <3
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(That's a lie - my favourite part is actually Percival's cock! I'm a size queen - so sue me.)
Thanks for writing!
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So glad you enjoyed the story!
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Peace,
Bubba
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How'd you get so much personality and ic knights into a pwp? Really? Gah. I loved it. And Arthur NOT being enchanted was just killer :)
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