He stands over her, his mind numb, raging. She had humiliated him in such a way, and he will show her that it was wrong, that you should never underestimate people. Especially people whose power you do not understand. He whispered, codladh, before he started to chain up her wrists. It was a sleeping spell, designed to keep the person unaware of what was going on around them. He sat next to her bed, looking down at her luminescent body. It is so perfect, so inviting. It is hard to believe she is so wicked on the inside. He looks down at his hand, his fingers rubbing the silk between them. He should not do this, he should just escape, go home to Arthur and the knights, to be safe in Camelot once again. But he just has to teach her a lesson, when had he become so arrogant? Since when was he her judge and jury? Since you were the one the put her here in the first place.

Sleeping with him in the room was a big mistake. He had left the shredded rope behind him. If she looked she would think he found a way to cut himself out. If this went wrong he needed a way to explain himself, to not give away his most precious secret. He looks down at the twine, a way to restrain, but also a way to create. She has used it in a way to destroy everything he holds dear.

He looks down again at her naked flesh, another torture for him. Her heat, her warmth, she will bring him satisfaction this time. He will spill inside of her. She will have a reminder of him for the rest of her days. It is wrong to do this, to cross this line, he is a good man, strong, but he is still just that a man. He stands before her, as naked as she is. The dagger comes to her throat, pushing at her wind pipe slowly, bringing her out of the spell. He watches her lip tremble, her eyes unfocused. She is disoriented, that is how you feel after coming out of a sleeping spell, just like any other person who is woken up from a peaceful slumber. He takes pleasure in watching her squirm, the realization of her surroundings. Her eyes finally open, falling on him, she looks bewildered.

"Good morning sunshine."

She glares at him. The moonlight casts a brilliant light over her pale skin, the fire dances across her flesh. She pulls a couple of times at the chains, grinding her teeth. Her fetal error…using ropes on this man instead of chains. She keeps forgetting he is craftier than he looks. His taunt raises her temperature further, the stars twinkle in mirth.

"So it would seem. So you have found a way to cut your ropes?"

"The roots are sharper than they look. You should watch out for that next time. I assume you are going to make this a regular occurrence."

She feels the metal against her pulse. She looks down at the blade and then back up.

"You seem to think you have the upper hand, but you forget Merlin…I have magic. I don't need my hands to cause you pain."

He pushes the blade into her neck, careful not to break the skin.

"Take that risk Morgana. You can cast a spell, but by the time the words fall from your lips I will have cut your throat."

She grinds her teeth at him, so it would seem he does have the upper hand. She looks down at his other hand. A piece of her silk is twiddling between his fingers. He seems to have tore it from one of her gowns, how sweet of him. Not only does he tie her up, he ruins her cloths…

"You are a foolish woman."

Her eyes snap to his, rage boiling inside of her.

"You are a bold fool, to say such a thing."

"I mean it Morgana…to give away such a precious gift…to a servant like me."

His look is murderous, he will humiliate her, and he will make her suffer the way she made him suffer.

"I don't know what you are implying…"

He moves close to her ear, his voice husky, tantalizing.

"To give me your virginity…what a present. I should thank you really. It was magnificent being inside your throbbing core."

He is hovering over her, she sucks in a breath. She rubs her thighs together. She should not feel so aroused by his words. He loves this, her body singing to him, available to use in any way he chooses. Escape crosses his mind, but the movement of her thighs wills the thought away. He will get the ultimate prize. He will spill inside of her.

"You made a mistake though, Milady."

His breath is so close to hers, the silk feels soft as he allows it to ghost over her thighs. The metal is warming against her flesh.

"What would that be, manservant?"

His eyes darken, his lips so close to hers.

"That I did not give you permission to take mine."

She does not back down, she is challenging, he will break her, he will make her feel the same as he has felt.

"I never knew you were so attached to it, Merlin. So many things I have just learned, you are more of a girl than I thought."

He smirks at her, she rages at his dismissal. His tongue licks her pouty bottom lip.

"I will show you how much of a man I am Morgana."

His lips connect with hers and it is harsh and wild and her body feels like it is on fire. His mouth is sweet and sensual, moving against her effortlessly. She should not enjoy this, the weight of his body on hers, the feeling of his hand and silk running over her flesh. His fingers digging into her skin, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, it is too much. She cannot breath, it is such sweat torture. He pulls from her finally, she pulls at the restraints, and he knows she wants to cast a spell to throw him from her. He swiftly brings the silk over her eyes. She tenses her body devoid of sight her vulnerability is heightened, she is now suddenly nervous.

"How does it feel Morgana? To be helpless in front of me? You cannot see let alone do anything else."

She trembles, without her sight she cannot direct her attacks. She bares her teeth at him.

"Take it off."

He leans close to her ear, his tongue licking her lobe.

"No."

His mouth covers hers again, the dagger clanks on the floor, forgotten. She can feel his fingertips moving over her sides, she is as sensual as he remembers, so beautiful, so loving. He kisses down her chin, and over her throat. He bites at her flesh, hard enough to arouse but not brand. He leaves those marks for her glorious breasts.

"Ah!"

He is biting and sucking and doing every dirty trick he can think of to brand her chest. He will leave his mark, making her remember, making her moan for him. He looks down once at his own chest, littered with her marks, the feeling spurs him on. She pulls at the chains - there will probably be bruises from the metal, but he does not care. He is ravenous with her body.

She sucks in a breath as she feels his fingers descend her belly, she squeezes her thighs together. Earlier that night…earlier that night she was in control. Even giving him her virginity was her choice, everything she had up to this point had been her choosing. Now she is exposed, bare, who knows what he will do to her. She does not trust him, as he did not trust her.

"Oh God…"

He is sucking on her glorious neck as his fingers wiggle their way between her legs and a lone digit shoves itself inside of her. Her body reacts of its own accord, arching in pleasure. She can feel herself getting wet, her thighs slowly separating to give him better access.

"What are whorish woman you are Morgana…so wet for a servant."

He watches her fists clench.

"How dare-"

"How dare I what Morgana?"

His finger pushes harder at her, she gasps. His words should not stir her in such a way, should not make her desire him further. She desperately wishes to see again, to know where he is. She knows he is being cruel, ruthless, but he is bold, confident. She will not deny that his self-assurance has her withering in ways she never imagined.

"I am a queen…"

"You are woman tied to a bed, her body wet and wanting for a man you consider below you."

His thumb coats itself in her juices as his lips find hers again, he swirls that special spot on her body, his fingers pumping her. She is in complete ecstasy…her body is ready to release when he stops, and pulls away. Her face shifts around, she cannot see but she hears the rustling of sheets and she feels his body on hers. She is so wet, so wanting, and he just stopped, she hears a chuckle, she growls.

"Does it hurt Morgana?"

His breath is hot against her ear, she wants to bite him.

"Stop that…"

"Stop what? Touching you? Already have."

His voice is dripping with distain. This is not pleasurable for him, even if his body is at attention. This is revenge. He looks down her body at the bites and markings he's inflicted upon her perfect skin. She is littered with remembrance, he should just stop now, gather his cloths, and leave the hovel, but he can't do that. He has to finish this. He has to even the score. Isn't that what they always do? The two of them always leveling out the playing field?

"Merlin…" she growls.

He sits on the side of the bed, his fingers ghosting over her tight stomach, she withers under him. He can see her wetness on her thighs.

"Do you feel pain Morgana? Does your body throb?"

"Stop…"

"Why? You can torture others in such a way but you can't take retaliation? That is kind of childish of you don't ya think?"

"Merlin…"

She tries to sound threatening but her voice comes out in a whine. She wants him to touch her, to give her release. He does none of these things, she will suffer a bit more, he will show her who is in control.

"Tell me what you want Morgana."

He is lying on her again, she cannot see. All she can do is feel. His hard shaft is rubbing against her thigh, teasing her body. Every hard muscle of his body is pressed against her. She will not give in.

"Never."

"If that is the way you wish for it so be it, I do not mind letting you sit in your own desires…never to release…never to feel the consummation of ecstasy."

"You are more of a cruel man than I thought."

"Because I do not touch you? I thought that would make me chivalrous."

"You have your definitions backwards."

He kisses her again, and he hears her whimper under him. Her lips tremble at the contact, stirring her desires further.

"Tell me what you want Morgana. Beg me for it."

She will not, she cannot, but these damn chains and blindfold have left her powerless. Once again this useless manservant has thwarted her again. How does he do that? Always over coming her most devious plots? She will get him, he will have his comeuppance, but right now her body is throbbing and aching and begging for his touch.

"Please Merlin…"

He shoves a finger inside of her, she gasps.

"Again."

"Please Merlin…ah!"

He swirls her nub she is panting heavily now. It is so erotic, this lack of control. Every second she fears being with him pumps her blood faster, her body singing. He is relentless, adding a second finger, assaulting her core in such a way.

"Oh God!"

She arches her back as she cums over his fingers, but he does not stop, he will have her in every way. His mouth assaults her next, and she is pulling at the chains. This is madness. His soft tongue feels so sensual, so intimate against her nether lips. He licks, swirls, even bites at her. She bucks against his face, over and over, it is madness. He pushes at her belly button, she wishes to release again, to reach that glorious height…but he stops. Again he slows his movements and she wines and whimpers. He is too much, too destructive.

"You will scream my name."

"No."

She will not give him that satisfaction. He hovers over her, kissing her deeply. The taste of her essence on his lips is intoxicating.

"If you want this pleasure you will scream my name. It is not a request Morgana."

He goes down again, she will not, she will defy him. His licking is incessant and she cannot help it, her body is singing, she has never experienced pleasure like this. She is so close, her body on the brink of explosion. He stops again, she growls.

"Mer-"

He bites down on her nub and that is all it takes.

"Lin!"

Her body releases, it is explosive. She feels two fingers inside of her, working her through the release, it is mind numbing. Her arms are shaking. She never knew a man could make a woman feel this way. She feels him hike her leg up, rubbing himself against her, teasing her already swollen nub. It is such sweet torment.

"Good girl."

He licks at her neck, hiking her leg higher. She is moaning considerably now, he is too much, this situation is too much. Her head shakes and suddenly the blindfold slips, first down one eye, then the other. He sees the slip but does not stop, and instead shoves himself inside of her. Her eyes, those glorious emerald eyes bore into him. She can see his are dilated, almost black. She pulls at her chains, she wishes to touch him.

He is so delectable in this moment. So in power of her, helping her reach heights she never knew existed. The silk falls over her face and settles like a necklace on her collar. He slows his movements, waiting for her to attack, but she does not. She wants to humiliate him, if only one more time. She moves her hips just so, he groans, she is so tight, so wet…so aroused for him. She bites her lip, almost looking shy.

"Merlin…"

Her voice is deep and seductive. He pulls forward his face hovering over hers.

"Kiss me."

"Say please."

"Please." Her voice soft, tempting, inviting.

He does not know what to do, but he is beyond stimulated by her. He leans down. Connect their lips, softly, sensually. It is so delectable, she pulls at the chains. He pulls from her his eyes dark, desire fueling the manservant. She pulls at her chains again.

"Merlin…"

She moves her hips softly, showing him how much she loves the friction between them, drawing him in. Their bodies coming together, consumed in ecstasy. She pulls at her chains again. He looks up at the clinking of metal. Her eyes connect with his.

"Merlin…please let me go…I want to touch you…"

It is intoxicating but he should not trust her. His hands come to brush at her hair, his lips finding hers again, she moans into his mouth.

"I don't trust you…"

She pulls at the chains and whimpers below him.

"Please…I just want to…I want to feel you…"

He shouldn't let her go, he should keep her chained, he should put that damn blindfold back on, but she is so tempting. She is so connected to him, her body shaking below him. He wants her to touch him again. He wants to feel those delicate hands on his skin. He knows he will pay for it later, but he pulls the key from above her and unlocks her wrists. He hesitates for a moment once she is free.

She looks up at him, he is a foolish man, but for a moment she'll let him live in his delusions, her body is beyond feverish. Her hands come into his hair pulling him close. He cannot help himself at her favorable response. He moves his hips harder, her lips connecting with his. He can feel her fingers running down his back, ranking over his skin. He brings his hands around her, pulling her off the mattress.

He pulls her close to him, her body lifting up. He sits her on his lap, and watches her move over him. She looks down into his eyes. The power of their connection starts to feel real. She looks into his sapphire eyes, her fingers running over his arms and into his hair. She almost feels a moment of emotion, more than primal instincts. She leans down to kiss him, their connection so soft, so precious.

He pushes her back into the pillows again, hovering over her, pleasuring her. She knows he is close, she felt it last time. His eyes are dark, ready to release. She runs her fingers over his ears, wondering why he hasn't spilled yet. She feels his hand come between them, playing with her, when the realization dawns on her. He is waiting for her, waiting for her to release again. It is probably the most delicious gesture she has ever received.

She screams his name as she topples over again, her body shaking under him. It is beyond soul wrenching, it is the closest she has ever felt to another human being. He growls her name into her neck, and then bites the flesh. She can actually feel him spill, filling her inside. It is so delicious, so elemental, so pure. He is breathing over her, her fingers smoothing his hair. He looks down at her, his lips descending, connecting with hers. It takes only a moment for him to fall asleep above her, his hot breath coming out evenly onto her neck. She smoothes his hair back as he slumbers, for a moment she loves him, for a moment she gives him her heart.

"Codladh"

She strokes his head, as he falls into a deep sleep. In the morning he will awake, in the morning he will hate her again and she will hate him. For now though, for now he will sleep, and she will love him.

He awakens with the ropes on his wrists, disoriented. She is standing near a fire, redressed, righted. The evidence of their interaction hidden, he looks down at his own attire. So this is how it will be, a single night, a moment of weakness on both parts. It probably is better that he leaves it that way. She never mentions it, and neither does he.

As she calls the beast he tenses, her eyes are darker, even more deadly than they were before. He has no quick come backs, no witty retorts because his mind is numb. He has entered a world of acceptance. She has already proven that she will have her way with him. Why would she stop now?

"You will have only a single thought…"

His mind reels, the remembrance of escape, to hope of freedom crosses his mind. Then his eyes land on her lips, watching her cast a spell should not be so intoxicating. Even in this evil state she is mystifying. His mind is muddled, his thoughts everywhere. He screams at the pain, the fomorrah slinks into his skin. He should not welcome the blank thoughts so quickly.

His arms are tired, he is older and stronger. The fear he saw in her, the terror almost makes him feel satisfaction. He hates her again. Her desire for the crown over shadows her beauty right now. She has attacked him. He has pushed back in spades. She does not know who she is dealing with. She does not realize the power behind the manservant. His hand comes out to deliver the final blow. He looks down at her. She is in the same positions as she was not the night before, vulnerable, pleading.

"Please spare me."

The words resonate within his soul. He falters for only a moment, only a second of remembrance is what could cost him this battle. The war rages, he wins, he always wins. He destroys the fomorrah, he should be happy. Elated he is out of her clutches. He looks at the fire in front of him. The flames remind him of the blaze that danced along her skin. He sits on his bed alone that night, looking at the wall, willing the images of her soft body and deep emerald eyes away. Hopefully tonight he can sleep.

Fin.

So there's your ending...FireyIce107 asked for a dominate Merlin as well so here ya so sweetie! :D I probably liked writing this chapter better because I could write the confliction with Merlin, I think he would let her go because he just believes in the good of people so much and also has deep unresolved feelings for Morgana. So yea...he let her go and paid for it.

As always I loved all the reviews I got from you guys...thought I'm getting the impression you people think I am a super sex crazed person...*judgement accepted* ;)

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