OOK Merlin returned last night and I'm still having morgasms lol After I watched the trailer for the rest of the series one special moment of it inspired me to make this shot, I hope you like it SPOILERS!

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The Game of Thrones

The screams and the sounds of destruction from outside echoed in the room as the lonely figure moved towards the throne, her boots echoed against the floor she once was walking upon as the ward of the now fallen king, the future wife of the prince and the actual queen of Camelot.

Morgana reached the most wanted place and sat on the throne, not as she used to do when the crown was hers, she sat upon the throne as if she already owned it completely, she sat in a way it would provoke him, she knew he approached, her blood, their blood sang with his presence nearing with every second that passed by, and she waited, comfortable on the throne her father and dear brother wished to steal from her.

She knew everything now, what she was capable of and what she would achieve, how she would end and who she would take with her in the doom the so called Emrys would inflict on her, and she smiled, she knew how much he would hurt him …. and herself, by killing the dearest person in her heart. She had lost it all and she was fighting for everything that was hers, she wouldn't back down, even if she was to burn in the process.

The doors of the chamber opened again, making the sound of war stronger before they could close again with a thud from the force of his arms, he wanted for the two of them to be alone, how touching.

The newly declared king moved with slow strides, his body stiffen, his eyes darkened, his face grim.

'Morgana,' his voice gave a slight tremor of fury and betrayal, he was finally facing her.

'Dear brother,' Morgana replied from her place on the throne, they had taken away everything from each other, starting with themselves, they had grown up together, like one, she would do boys' stuff after her insistence and he would let her beat him as not to hurt her feelings, and now where they stood… a step before killing each other.

'Do not call me that,' Arthur commanded like he would with one of his enemies as he thrust his powerful Sword on the wooden floor of the chamber, the battle outside still rang in his ears along adrenaline, he had fought his way there to her, she was his enemy, he always had to remind himself of that, she wasn't his sister, no, she never was, even if he told himself so many times, but she wasn't his enemy either, she was his equal, in blood, status and pain.

'But you are exactly that,' Morgana provoked, she knew what hurt her hurt him too so she kept pushing, unlike her he wasn't used on such levels of pain and unlike her again, he couldn't enjoy it…

He had wished to face her for far too long but now that he had her before him he didn't know even how to address her, what to tell her, he wanted to ask her why, but he knew the answers and he hated her valid reasons. He wanted to grip her away from the throne and throttle her with his bare hands, watch the life vanish from her eyes as they would look with terror while she would struggle to stop him, but he couldn't, killing the only woman who stood before him and not in his shadow would kill him too. He wanted to grip her in his arms and hug her close to his body like he had wanted when he was younger, when her every word awoke passion and love for her crystal green eyes, he wanted to taste her flesh and mouth, he wanted her. They could have done it together, they could have ruled together. Yes they were related but they would have found a way, they wouldn't be the first nor the last siblings who turned into sin, she was after all the Priestess of the Old Religion, where the God is both a brother and a lover for the Goddess, and if he had to sin against the Christian God, he would gladly burn in Hell for this was Hell already.

'You don't know what to say because you know I have good reasons to want your death and by now I have given you good motives to wish for mine… but will we be happy, Arthur? If one of us ends within a tomb, will we be finally settled?' Morgana wondered as she fingered the edge of the throne's arm, playing with the wood, not caring if he would make a move for her throat, she knew he wouldn't.

'No I don't think so, my lady,' Arthur finally said with a calmer voice, she thought he couldn't stand the pain she inflicted, she was wrong, he had got used to it ever since they were children, he should have figured years ago; she would be his actual nemesis. Gwen's betrayal, Mordred's plans and Merlin's lies were nothing compared to the pain she created with her eyes and only, their royal blood hummed for years with the agony that was to come, she had just felt it sooner because of her powers.

'I once wished to be a lot of things by your side… your sister was the last thing I expected to end up as…' Morgana mused and looked back at him, it was funny how they had both inherited their mothers' features, how they didn't look like their father so much, if they had noticed the similarities, the details… the same Pendragon spirit, the same fury and anger over things, the same stubbornness and cruelty that had crept inside their souls… maybe all this would have ended way sooner, maybe no one else would have had to die.

'It was his fault, not yours and not mine, but you decided to take it all on me, on yourself and the people we loved,' Arthur finally accused her but his voice was calm, like when he had confronted her in the dungeons, after Uther had thrown her there for defying him. It hurt her.

'I lost Gorlois, my mother, my sister and tonight, I lost Mordred as well… if you must blame someone for the demise of your own mother then that's Uther but I took care of him a few minutes prior. You have lost nothing, Arthur, you are as you were, protected by forces you couldn't even recognize in your ignorance over magic, you chose to be blind against the things I once showed in your face, you chose to be deaf when I screamed for help.' Morgana accused in the same tone she had used when she provoked him to save Merlin, so long ago, she could see his pain, for it was hers as well.

'I lost you…' he decided to point out, not ready to admit and realize that indeed she had tried to reach for his help, he knew for years of her nightmares, her visions, and indeed he had decided to play dump, but not because he didn't care, but because he wished and hoped and prayed they would just pass away, that it had been a phase, that she wasn't a witch in the reign of Uther who burnt everyone even for the suspicion of it, now she was close to her reign and he was facing the same destiny by her own hand.

'You don't lose something you never had… and you never possessed me, Arthur, do not let your ego fool you… You were just another trophy for me…. I lost you…' she lied and hoped for him to feel more pain but she could see she didn't achieve her goal. He finally chuckled, a sound she hadn't heard for so long yet it covered the sound of the entire battle in her ears. Sooner or later some part of one of the armies would get in and slay the rival leader, yet the two Pendragons kept their small chat like in the old times, when she would provoke and he would shallow down the insults due to chivalry.

He finally moved the small steps to the throne that separated them and approached her, she remained sat on the throne, one leg comfortably set on the ground while the other kept her steady in her almost half laying position. She didn't move as he approached.

Arthur looked at the woman before him, what would happen if he killed her? Just take his sword and run it through her chest, watch their blood pour out of her flesh, her breasts heaving with her last breaths, her hands grasping the blade as she would gasp in silent pain. The Priestess would be dead, he would be victorious and he would be wishing for the same destiny….

Morgana's eyes slightly widened when he eventually knelt before her, his hands trapping her on her so wanted throne as he held on the arms of it, his upper body moved between her opened legs and his face remained calmed as he looked at her.

'If you wish for it, do it, kill me, I'm sure you're powerful enough to do it without needing a weapon so… kill me.' Arthur demanded and Morgana remained still, he was so close to her, closer than he had been in years, his upper body even with the armor was familiar against her, her thighs trembled as the metal touched against them, her breaths quickened as his hands moved from the arms of the throne to her waist, even through her black cloak, she could feel the heat and calluses of his skin.

She gasped the moment he pulled at her waist and she collided against his chest, his arms wrapped around her and her own arms moved on their own accord around his neck, like their had done when he carried her body after her fall from the stairs, he was a tall man, taller than her so even if he was knelt before the throne she was sat on it, their faces were level.

They didn't hesitate this time, they didn't wait or questioned, they didn't provoke or push, they just closed the separating inch and their lips collided, his arms grasped at her back and hair, painfully fisting in the curls that now were so much rougher, mingled with blood and dust while her own hands grasped at his neck, sweaty and dirty from the fight in the armor. Their moans even muffled by their mouths echoed inside the chamber.

When oxygen was absolutely necessary they broke apart and supported their faces against their foreheads, breathing in sync, eyes closed and lips swollen from the sinful kiss. They looked at each other, emerald and sapphire melting in a stare that could contain all the range of emotions a human can feel.

Without a second thought they allowed the beast out of the cage, sometimes you got to do what you think is right… and damn the consequences. Morgana's fingers moved to the opening of his armor, she knew how to undress him from his metallic clothes, his cocoon, she once had helped him put it on now it was time for her to have him exposed to herself. His own hands moved to the large buckle of her cloak and unfastened it, he pulled open the folds of the cloth the moment she took off the main part of the armor and let it fall with a bang on the floor by their throne.

Within her cloak, a forest green dress was hugging her body and Arthur never expected to feel jealous of a fabric in his life yet he did as he watched her breasts heaving within the neck of the dress. He helped her with her try to take off his chainmail and it fell by the throne as well, now he was only in a t-shirt and his breaches. He pushed her against him so she could wrap her legs around his waist and she did so as he lifted like she weighted nothing. He stood on his feet, turned around and sat on the throne with his turn, if they had to share the damn chair, they would do it like that, by getting united on it. He started fumbling with her dress's handmade corset and she chuckled when he cursed because of all the laces and cords.

'I'm not as talented as the dressmakers of the castle… and I had to have it stable on me.' Morgana commented and he chuckled as he looked up at her, she had sounded so sweet and funny like she used to when they lived in peace under the same roof, he pushed her even closer if that was possible, their crotches rubbing against each other.

'You're perfect,' he whispered as their mouths collided again in a kiss. He abandoned the task of undressing her so he moved his hands to simply lift her skirts and open his own breaches. Thankfully the throne was large enough to fit their intertwined bodies and so she pushed against it to slightly lift herself so she could help him.

They broke the kiss only when their bare bodies touched, hiden by their clothes, they paused for a moment and looked at each other deep. If things were different, if Uther hadn't lied, or betrayed them, if they were still his lady and her champion, if…

Morgana lifted her body with the help of his hands on her waist and then lowered herself on him, gasping in pain as he was the first man to take her, who else could it be anyway? She wondered with a small smile as she shut her eyes and hoped for him not to move just yet.

He held still and couldn't believe it would be harder than fighting an army, he had bedded women before but he never was as careful as he was with Morgana now, he had dreamed of her in his bed, of her full breasts against him while he would be taking her, her lips whispering his name in the sweet pain of their first time. He held still and waited, breathing hard with his head against her neck, her body relaxed after a moment and he gasped hard when she started moving, always the one to initiative.

They moaned and groaned as she moved on him, by his hands' help all the while, they gasped each other's names and they grasped at each other for support. They pleaded for more and cursed in pleasure that always was theirs to experience, their bodies, made of the same royal flesh and blood moved in a dance as ancient as the Gods themselves. In the throne room of Camelot's castle, the temple of witchcraft's doom, the witch and the king born of magic united, on the same throne once Uther condemned the ones with powers, the throne they both claimed and deserved.

Morgana's body bowed backwards and Arthur held her form as she held on to his shoulders, his own body moved forward for his mouth to bite on her covered by the fabric breasts of hers as they reached the edge.

'Arthur!' she finally cried out as she climaxed first and her beloved followed in their united bodies, her own name was a whisper of painful pleasure from his lips as he thrust three more slow times within her.

They were out of breath when he leaned against the throne and pulled her against him, they remained sat on the throne, their chests heaving against each other as he held her back with both arms and her own arms rested against his chest, her face on his neck as his own jaw touched the crown of her head, their breaths coming through their noses as their lips were occupied kissing each other tenderly, their bodies still joint.

'We lost the game,' he whispered and she sighed after a moment, her eyes closing as tears gathered inside.

'We can't lose,' she whispered and he waited for her to elaborate, she did so after a violent tremor of an explosion outside shook the windows of the throne room they occupied. 'In our game, the game of thrones, we either win or die… we're alive for now and alive we shall remain,' Morgana finally added and Arthur closed his eyes as well. He had been betrayed by everyone, Gwen, Lancelot, his father, most recently he learnt about Merlin. Morgana spoke specifically about a few more years, she knew what was to happen, she had seen it and she was willing to finish the game.

'We'll die?' he asked simply and only then she pushed against his chest so she could face him, she gave a small smile that turned into the sweetest she had ever given.

'You believe I would ever let you die?' she whispered and he cupped her face with his hands, they were still young, they were still so young yet their eyes showed years added in them, decades, yes a few more years would be enough for them to sort out their duties, her as the Priestess of Avalon and him as the King of Albion, then they could finish the game.

'We'll win,' he pointed out what she didn't say and she kept the smile as she leaned closer and pecked his lips softly.

'We'll conquer, my love,' she whispered as she finally pulled away, separating their bodies and souls as she unclimbed the throne she so much wished for and left him on it, where he belonged, for everyone's sake. Her cloak flew to her hand as she glanced at it, she wrapped it around her as he gathered himself inside his breaches again and she smiled at him as he took her hand when she was done fastening the buckle of her cloth. It was time for her to go, she could feel in her power that Emrys had found a way again to destroy her plan even if Arthur was against him ever since the revelation of who he was, she would take care of him in time, now that she was halfway there, to victory with Arthur.

He pulled her close again and his arms wrapped around her middle section, his head on her stomach as he clutched at her, her eyes drifted close in pain as she caressed his shoulders and hair, only if he knew he wasn't hugging just her…

'I must go,' she whispered finally and he looked up at her as she looked down at him. 'We shall meet again, I promise you that, for now I must go, your knights will be in here any minute now…' she added and only that persuaded him to release her, she had killed Uther that night and after Lancelot's betrayal, the knights had vowed to stand their king's ground from traitors and Morgana along Gwen and Lancelot himself were high on their list of future preys.

She didn't allow him to rise from the throne, the game was clear, the throne was his after all, she leaned down and kissed him on the lips as he cupped her face again. For a moment she knew, her plan had worked, that night, that battle wasn't about taking the throne, she knew she would fail to take it, it was all about taking what Arthur gave her willingly, what would lead them both into immortality in a few years' time… it was about them and their union.

She broke the kiss and moved away from him with a sad smile, pulling back her hood and glancing at him before she could exit the room like she had gotten in, only now she was leaving with a part of Arthur's taken within her.

sooo? what u think? yep yep Mordred II is on his way :P thank you for reading, please review, our ship has kinda shunk but if you watched 4x1 carefully you know we will conquer at the end... so please let me know what u think of it with your sweet reviews, motivation is the best gift for writers of noncanon ships ;)

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