An Offer Not Refused

 

“So soft…Use an illusion,” he muttered. “J-just pretend to be Ingraine for one night.”

 

Merlin froze; about to toss him off as his lips softly kissed her neck. Mouth agape, her hand was ready to snatch his collar and bodily throw him to the floor. But she didn’t. Instead, she stepped back and grimaced as she looked him over. His voice had sounded desperate and it had resounded with her. And as she looked at him, he looked the way he sounded. Depressed and desperate, and willing to even give into magic that night –if only to see Ingraine.

 

She swallowed nervously and muttered an incantation, changing her looks and as the illusion settled over her, Uther’s face brightened up and he stumbled over to her.

 

“Oh God, Ingraine. I’ve missed you so much. You have no idea,” he murmured into her ear, kissing it lightly in happiness.

 

Merlin sucked in a harsh breath and hesitantly hugged him around his waist.

 

“I’ve missed you too, Uther,” she murmured quietly, laying her head on his chest and letting him just hold onto her tightly for awhile.

 

“I love you,” he whispered brokenly into her ear.

 

And then he was leading her to his bed, mouth attached to her neck and moving farther down as he maneuvered her onto the large bed. His hot mouth had plastered itself on one of her breasts, tongue rolling enthusiastically over a quickly hardening nipple.

 

She gasped aloud and shivered.

 

He quickly removed his clothing before his large hands gently moved behind her shoulders, splayed out over her shoulder blades, before using his position to push her closer. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and she could feel his hardened member pressing against the apex between her legs.

 

Merlin stiffened up and tried to wiggle away.

 

“S-stop, Uther. Please.”

 

He groaned and nuzzled his nose against her neck fondly but exasperatedly.

 

“Why, Ingraine? We were just getting into it. It’s been so long…”

 

“What about a whore or some servant?” her voice croaked out as she closed her eyes in panic.

 

“No, of course not. It would be degrading to your image. No one else, my love, no one else,” he murmured lovingly against her skin.

 

His hands ran down her sides in worship, cupping her bottom and hefting her up, pressing her once again against his cock. Uther’s mouth went to her breast again, mouth hot against it and tongue back to lapping the mound through her clothes. His teeth caught the nipple, teasingly rolling it in between before tugging on it, causing her to cry out in pleasure reluctantly.

 

“Just like that, my love,” he murmured against her breast.

 

He started to grind his cock against her and she whimpered, her hands instinctively shooting upwards and securing themselves around his back, unable to support herself and feeling her own body turning against her and becoming pliant and supple under his ministrations.

 

“Please.”

 

“Please what?” Uther growled huskily into her ear.

 

“I-I don’t know. I just…I need something. Please help me. Please, Uther!” she couldn’t help arching her body upwards, feeling his hard muscles through her clothing.

 

“Say it, Ingraine. Tell me you want me inside you. To worship your body,” he licked her ear.

 

“Uther! Take me, please! Worship me!” she whimpered.

 

In one swift move, he grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off, leaving her upper body bare to his eyes. He eyed her breasts hungrily, licking his lips predatorily.

 

“Tell me again,” he growled once more.

 

“I want you please,” she pleaded.

 

That undid him, and he took off her pants in another swift move, leaving her naked. He ran his tongue up her leg, her body shaking involuntarily as his tongue teasingly touched near her private place.

 

She’d never experienced anything like this. She’d never touched another man, let another man touch her so intimately, and definitely nothing of this sort. She’d never even let a man see her bare before. She was a complete virgin in every aspect.

 

Without any further foreplay or warning, Uther slid inside her easily, her own juices heavily flowing and allowing for a painless entrance. Her body spasmed from the unexpected and intruding entrance, her body unaccustomed to the act of sex or to the feel of a man’s member inside of her.

 

He let out a guttural moan and even though she was completely dazed, she still blushed heavily at him. But then he began moving, thrusting in and out of her, setting a slow pace and making her whimper in a mixture of pain and pleasure, overcome by all the sensations she was feeling and being introduced to.

 

When he began speeding up, her whimpers started to grow in volume and her legs broke away from his hands to clasp around his waist, pulling him closer. Each thrust was faster and harder than the last, and she felt herself slowly losing her mind.

 

She came first, new to it and unable to take anymore. Uther soon followed after, taking care to collapse beside her in exhaustion instead of on top. He turned to his side, throwing an arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

 

“I love you,” he whispered against her heated skin.

 

She stayed still, letting him hold onto her as he drifted to sleep. When she was sure he was asleep, she slowly moved away from him and began to look for her clothing. She dressed normally and then walked out casually, praying fervently inside that no one saw her.

 

Outwardly, she may have seemed and acted calm, but inwardly she was anything but.

 

She went to her quarters and fell into an uneasy sleep. She was crying herself to sleep, but she had no real idea why she shed those tears.

 

Merlin tried to get through the following days as normal as she could. She avoided the King, only talking to him for her reports and effectively escaping soon after. She also successfully evaded him outside of their meetings, never running into him and doing whatever she could to not be in his presence if she didn’t have to be. She didn’t speak about anything other than her duties.

 

It had been almost a week later when it couldn’t be avoided any more.

 

She was being called on by Uther.

 

Merlin stared blankly at the empty hall, knowing then that she’d have to face Uther in his chambers. In the room they’d been intimate in.

 

She heaved a huge breath and started a slow trek to meet Uther.

 

Entering, she shivered and wondered why it was empty. She took a couple more steps inside, about to call out when the door closed behind her ominously and she whirled around to face whoever had closed it in panic.

 

Uther stood in front of the doors, leaning against them tiredly, his face weary and upset.

 

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

 

He’d gone straight to the problem, not messing around.

 

“T-that’s not true. There’s just been a lot of things going on, and I’ve been trying to do all of them at once,” she lied.

 

“Don’t lie to me, Merlin,” he immediately tackled her lie, frowning at her. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

 

“Yes,” she whispered, looking down and her hair falling over her face.

 

She didn’t notice him coming closer until he was right in front of her, his hands gently lifting her face up.

 

“Is it…because of that night?”

 

She jerked her face away, stumbling back a couple steps in surprise, looking at him in horror. He wasn’t supposed to remember that night. He was drunk. Ridiculously drunk. Like his son had been. There was a pang in her heart as she remembered Arthur.

 

“It is,” he answered himself quietly, watching her with remorseful eyes.

 

“You –you remember?” she croaked out, eyes starting to reluctantly tear up.

 

“Yes. I was drunk…but I remember everything.”

 

Her arms shot up to clasp around herself, as if trying to hold herself together. His arms wrapped around her over her arms, pulling her close to his body. She stiffened up, but when he did nothing but hold her, she reluctantly relaxed in his embrace.

 

“I’m so sorry,” he surprisingly apologized. “It was not my intention to use you in such a way. You are not just any person to be slept with, Merlin. It is not my wish to dishonor you the way I had that night. I can only hope that you…were pleased with my performance at least. I hope you found some pleasure in it.”

 

Her head on his chest, she could feel his heart beat erratically and she tried to say what she was feeling then. Her face red with a mix of embarrassment and shame, she answered his silent question.

 

“I-I did. It felt…wonderful. But it was the first time I’ve ever done anything like it, and please, milord. I’m confused. I just don’t know how to feel about any of it.”

 

Uther was quiet for a moment, before she felt him nodding above her.

 

“I understand. I just don’t want you to be upset. The way I acted that night was a disgrace not only to Ingraine…but to you. I made love to you in another woman’s name, used your body for my own pleasure and fulfillment without regards to your feelings. Please forgive me.”

 

And then he knelt to his knees in front of her, bowing his head over her hands that he held in his in penitence.

 

When he looked back up at her with pleading eyes, she was taken aback.

 

“I don’t feel regret for taking you into my bed, for being with you. I feel guilt and shame at taking that which was not mine to take, that I had no right to take. I am sorrowed to have robbed you of your innocence, without your complete willingness. You wished only to make me happier…to please me. I fear I have not pleased you.”

 

“I cannot blame you now,” she breathed out unsteadily. “It was my choice. I let it happen. I made the decision to give into your request.”

 

“…You may see it that way, but I don’t. To make amends, if you wish it, we could attempt another night together again. Tonight even. If it will make you happier, you may pretend that I am my son. I will willingly comply with your illusion, if it pleases you. For that is all I want right now. To rightfully please you and try to do all that I can to ease your burdens. I took from you that which cannot be regained. I must atone by giving you a better experience, for loving your body as you are –as Merlin and not an illusion of a woman I will never let go of. Or not willing to let go of.”

 

“A better first time?” her lips twisted upwards sardonically, feeling worn out. “I told you, Uther, that I was quite pleasured the first time. I was not lying.”

 

“But I was worshipping an illusion, and not in that moment trying to help you savor and experience your first time. If I was going to go through with it, I should have been focused on trying to make your first time special and make you feel cherished. I was loving another woman when I should’ve been lovingly tending to you and your needs, and not deluding myself in a fantasy. It was your first time, Merlin. You were a virgin. I took that away from you because I was selfish and needful. Your first time was supposed to be about you. Not me. Let me make it up to you.”

 

She started biting her lower lip, worrying it and still not looking at him.

 

“I don’t want to see you as Arthur. I’m…not ready to admit feeling anything for him,” she reluctantly confessed. “It is not my right to feel that way about him.”

 

Uther looked like he was about to protest, but she cut him off and thought that was a ridiculous notion.

 

“And it would not be right to you or him to create that illusion. No more illusions. Just…you and me,” she muttered the last part.

 

“I will…see you tonight then?” he asked hesitantly, thumbs starting to caress her hands softly.

 

“Yes…I don’t want to use you.”

 

“No illusions, right? You won’t.”

 

“But still…”

 

“I already used you. It is only fair that you use myself, even if I don’t see it that way.”

 

“You didn’t mean to. And I’d agreed to it.”

 

Uther shook his head and bent his head over her hands, placing two soft kisses on each of her hands.

 

“Tonight, you will be the only woman on my mind.”

 

She shivered at his words, this time willingly in pleasure.

 

Night came and she uncertainly trekked back to his rooms. She entered his rooms quietly, where he sat waiting for her on his bed. He was dressed only in his pants, and she suddenly felt very overdressed compared to him. On top of her usual clothes, she decided to put on another pair of a shirt and pants because she was cold.

 

“S-Sorry. I was cold –”

 

“And nervous,” Uther interrupted her in a quiet voice.

 

“And nervous,” she admitted softly. “And I was thinking too much and ended up overdressing myself.”

 

“Then I will just have to peel them all off,” he continued talking in a quiet voice, coming closer and grasping her shoulders firmly.

 

His hands began massaging down from her shoulders, down her arms, moving to her waist, and then slipping underneath both shirts and sliding up the skin of her belly and then to her breasts. He touched them reverentially and began kneading her firm, full breasts that fit perfectly in his hands. She moaned and had to lean on him, her body shaking as she breathed out short heavy gasps into his neck.

 

“Do you like that?” he murmured, squeezing them and earning himself another moan, and taking the time to take off her shirts.

 

She instinctively started grinding against him, hiking a leg up and around his waist, feeling the friction building. He bucked slightly against her, smirking a little when he noticed her actions were completely instinctive and unconscious. His smirk widened as he saw the dazed look on her face.

 

Deciding enough was enough, he picked her up and carried her bridal style to his bed, startling her and momentarily breaking her out of her daze. However, she went right back into it as Uther started sucking on her neck, as his hand crept downwards, slipping under the bands of her pants and neared her clit. He circled it once with his forefinger, before taking her clit and pinching it in between his thumb and index.

 

She gasped aloud, involuntarily moving her hips upwards and trying to get closer to his hand even more than she was already. He began rolling it in between his fingers, before rubbing her clit furiously. All of a sudden he stopped.

 

Merlin growled in an animalistic manner, surprising Uther tremendously but thoroughly pleasing him at the same time. He nipped at her lower lip and then when she growled again, he went and did what he wanted to do –why he’d stopped rubbing his fingers against her.

 

Uther dipped lower, taking off both of her pants completely and then lowering his mouth to her cunt and found something else to suck, starting at her clit to sucking at the area as a whole. His tongue darted out and teasingly touched against her folds, flicking upwards to briefly touch her clit and then he began dipping his tongue in and out of her, fucking her cunt feverishly and wanting nothing more than to make her keep making those mewling noises.

 

He didn’t stop, continuing until he could feel her walls quivering around his tongue and she was climaxing for the second time in her life. He still didn’t stop, letting her ride the waves of her orgasm as he kept at it.

 

“U-Uther,” she called out hesitantly in a breathless voice. He looked up at her, watching her gorgeous and blushing face, hair matted to her forehead, a drop of sweat at the bow of her lips, and glazed eyes watching him heatedly, albeit contradictory shyly as well. Her chest was heaving as she breathed in gulps of air, her beautiful breasts lightly moving up and down to follow her movement of breathing. “I’m-I’m still aching down there. I don’t know why. Please. Help me. I don’t know what to do.”

 

He clambered up closer, kissing her lips. He knew she could taste herself on him, letting his tongue roll out and confidently prod at her lips, seeking permission to enter and explore the caverns of her mouth. He used one hand to cradle her face as he kissed her thoroughly, languished movements of his tongue sweeping around her mouth and dancing with her own tongue.

 

Then he pulled back and smiled at her. “I know, Merlin. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make it better. Trust me?”

 

The last part was hesitant. Her answered nod was hesitant. This was all going too fast, and still early on in their relationship…association…Damn it all, what in the world was they even to each other? They hadn’t even been particularly close before this, though she acknowledged they had been getting closer to a darker relationship without the romanticisms and sex –reluctant friends in quid pro quo.

 

He began to look hesitant. “I don’t want to force you into anything. If you want, I can keep to my fingers or my mouth, or both. Or even if you want, we could stop entirely.”

 

“No…no,” she said more surely. “I want you. I need you inside me.” She blushed, remembering he liked her saying it. “I want your cock in me. Please.”

 

A wolfish look entered his eyes and she shivered in excitement and uncertainty. He sat up on his knees, and she could plainly see his penis bulging in his pants. She blushed but couldn’t take her eyes away as he slipped out of his pants, and his erect member sprung out freely. She hadn’t had a chance to see it the first time around, but this time she could see the engorged head, dripping with precum and vaguely throbbing.

 

“I really don’t know how the hell you fit that in me the first time,” she muttered, a little of her usual smarmy self sneaking back in because she was starting to get just a bit nervous again.

 

He just smirked and lined himself up, using one hand to guide his cock into her entrance. Inch by inch, he slowly slid inside her without any difficulty, and though she started to stiffen up at the intrusion, he just used his other hand to massage her neck and she started to relax again. Once fully sheathed in her, he waited until she had completely adjusted to him before moving.

 

He started to thrust into her and she began to match each thrust with one of her own. Soon, he began driving into her, barely able to keep a grip on his own mind and make himself remember ‘This is her time, her time, not yours.’ Every time he felt himself about to lose control and just ram into her forcefully, he repeated that to himself.

 

But then she began colliding into him frantically, losing control over herself entirely, and he allowed himself to match her loss of control, reminding himself not to be brutal.

 

This time he came first, feeling her walls squeezing and pulsing around him. She came after, limp in his arms after the ordeal, and he held her up tenderly. She was already falling asleep, exhausted and sated from the act, so he began pulling out. She gripped onto him tightly, her legs echoing her arms by holding on tight to his waist and keeping him in place.

 

“Please stay in me,” she muttered, already drifting again.

 

“Okay,” he reassured her. She fell asleep and he laid them both down and held her tight, mind racing and unable to fall asleep himself.

 

He was satisfied, pleasured, and most of all –he hadn’t felt guilty. He hoped that meant that somehow he had Ingraine’s blessings.