OK - so here is the last bit! Makes me a bit sad but I am glad you all enjoyed it and it has given me the chance to re-read through it as well and enjoy it again as a reader. This last section is definitely NC-17 material so avert your eyes is so needed. Hope you have enjoyed the tumultuous ride of Merlin and Mithian's relationship as much as I did when I wrote this.

I have been asked about a sequel which I won't discount as a possibility and did actually sketch out a few ideas as soon as I'd finished writing this but I don't really want to ruin a story I love by stretching it out further so will only write one if true inspiration hits. All comments are love and of course if you have any idea's for a sequel or timestamp please send them over - you never know what might stick

Enjoy!

The Royal Wedding Night

When she had first been shown to her quarters – their quarters – she had just stood and looked. Mithian had basically rescinded her title, marrying a servant – perhaps a powerful warlock but a servant still, Arthur's forgiveness not stretching that far yet – and was fully ready to find a one room house in the town, a first home for the newly wed.

But the king and queen had interceded, a wedding present they said.

She stared in wonder at the room she found herself in. One of the largest of the castle's chambers, a large fire roared in the ornate fireplace, deep cushions and chairs surrounding it, rich curtains before the windows lining the wall, and in the centre the bed stood tall and proud, deep blue curtains hanging from each post pooling to the floor.

Mithian let her knees give in over the small puffed stool in front of an opulent mirror, and stared at her own reflection, at the sheen of tears covering each eye. She gave her mirror-self a choked laugh.

But something else drew her gaze, something shining bright from the corner of her eye. Looking down she saw her own hand, and the thin band of silver wrapping one finger. Remembering the feel of the cool metal as Merlin slipped it up her finger, the hum of Arthur's voice fading to the background as Merlin named her his wife, and he her husband.

Husband…

Mithian's shoulder lifted in a silent giggle, slightly hysterical, and she clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle it. She took a deep breath, allowing the world and the room and her new life as a wife to wash over her. Calmed, she faced herself in the mirror, at her hair still pulled away from her face in elaborate plaits and twists.

She reached one hand to the back of her head and pulled at the clip, strands of her hair falling down over her back and she began to prepare.

Mithian's hair was falling freely over her shoulders by the time the second door opened.

He was already dressed for their night, bare feet with soft breeches, the light tunic taught across his chest.

Merlin's eyes skipped over the riches and decadence surrounding him and fixed firmly onto her. Mithian swallowed, a shiver of anticipation running through her at his look, like there was nothing and no one in his world apart from her.

She knew that was far from true but revelled in those moments when she got them.

Mithian stood then, her thin silk nightdress hanging loosely from her frame, sitting wide on her shoulders.

They didn't need words, they had shared them together all day, from declarations of fidelity to whispered comments through the feast. The blue of his eyes, the slow bob of his adam's apple was all she needed to see.

"Sorry I'm late," he quipped.

They congressed slowly in the middle of the room, neither rushing nor hastening their steps. "Did you get caught in the halls?" Mithian joked, her voice threaded by the incessant pounding of her heart.

"It doesn't matter now."

His hand reached out, now touching distance apart. He brushed her hair over her shoulder, watching the brush of his hand against her locks. His hand trailed down the back her arm, cinching her hand in his own, lifting it to his lips. Mithian smiled fondly upon his bent head and he pressed a kiss to her knuckles, their signature kiss it seemed.

Merlin pulled back and his eyes met hers once more. And there she saw it, she had seen it before on countless occasions and in various forms, but there was the look, the look of a man in love, who loved with all his being and didn't care who knew. And he was hers.

Mithian took a breath and pulled back, her hands coming slowly to pull at the strings of her gown, widening the neck enough for it to slip, light and easy, to a pool of fabric at her feet.

She was bared, nothing hidden or covered, presented to her husband. Merlin hadn't taken his eyes off her exposing skin and he stepped forward now, his eyes blown wide in arousal. Mithian's body trembled under the study. Slowly, he reached out a hand, his fingertips trailing softly down the slope of her breast, tripping over her erect nipple. It made her whole body twitch.

"You are…" Merlin breathed, as his hand skimmed lower, his eyes following its path down her ribs to her hip, to the line where her legs met her body. "… just beautiful"

The fingers travelled down that line, towards the garden of hair between her legs. Her whole body was trembling now with the need to be closer, wanting to reach out to him, pull him into her. But she waited, happy to submit to his inspection and discovery for the moment. But when his fingers tangled into that hair, fingers running through it as if combing but going nowhere near where she wanted, she gave in.

"Merlin, husband... Please."

She reached a hand to the planes of his stomach, easily slipping beneath his loose tunic to the taught muscles beneath. The scar from Mordred's wound was still raised, pink fresh skin that she could feel beneath her fingers.

His hand moved down cupping the space between her legs, a flashback to an earlier moment in their story, but now there was no barrier between them. A small sound escaped Mithian's lips, her fingers clenching against his side and she felt herself begin to grow wet.

But he pulled away, his hands grasping the bottom of his tunic quickly raising it above his head. Mithian stepped closer in her nakedness, near enough for her nipples to brush his bare chest. When his head emerged, his blue eyes met hers. Merlin's hands descend from above his head, trailing down her exposed back, brushing against the top of her buttocks. Mithian didn't remove her eyes from his as she took her hands to the laces of his breeches.

They were both breathing so heavily, their breaths gusting against each other's faces. But they didn't break the connection of their eyes. Stepping closer, she ran her hands around his waist, dipping her hands into the loosened material resting on his bottom.

Their bare torsos were pushed together now, shockingly warm. Mithian found she could just stay there, feeling his skin against hers, her nose buried against his neck and his lips in her hair.

Merlin's hands swept up the planes of her back, crossing over at her small waist and pulling them together. The thud of his heart beat hard against her chest and she could feel her tremors mirrored through his body.

It had just been so long, too much build up and anticipation, too much longing and patience, and now they were finally here.

His manhood had been hard when he came in, she had seen it through his trousers, but now she could feel it, pulsing against her stomach. It made her tremble, her insides clenching at the thought of what was to come next. She was nervous, yes, but more than that she wanted, with such a burning force it was hard to remember what to do next.

"I want you on our bed," Merlin whispered hoarsely into her hair.

Glad for the direction Mithian pulled back, brushing a tender kiss across his quivering lips. She walked backwards, allowing him to take his look, his gaze so heavy that she could feel it as sure as any touch up and down her body. It made her feel bold, powerful.

When the backs of her knees touched the bed she pushed onto it, never taking her eyes off Merlin where he was standing frozen in the room. Laying down now. she laid her hands above her head, ready and waiting, trying to hide their trembles.

His breath leaving his chest in a gush, Merlin crossed the space quickly, wiggling his breeches from his thighs on the way. When he knelt onto the bed his long legs were bare, a brushing of dark coarse hair along them.

Mithian let herself take this look as he had done with her, bringing one hand down to run along his thigh. The muscle beneath the skin was hard; she flattened her palm against it watching its progress through the brittle hair and up to his defined hips and across his ribs, curving around to his back.

When she let her hand come to a rest by his shoulder blade he was poised above her. Mithian could feel his arms trembling, braced either side of her head. She pulled him down so his weight was on her, pushing her back into the mattress. Merlin let out a choked off moan at the sudden contact of skin, Mithian couldn't blame him; it felt divine.

She brushed a teasing kiss to his jaw, then his chin. He moved then, capturing her lip between his. Their mouths moved together for a while, their tongues twinning and their saliva mixing. Hardly glorious and graceful, but Mithian hooked her arm under his shoulder, pulling him in tighter for more.

There was barely space between their bodies and they began to rock, his pelvis pushing her back into the bed. She gripped a hand to his bum, moving him to where she wanted him, to where her womanhood pulsed in time to her heart, soaking the hair that surrounded it.

When the tip of him brushed against her Merlin gasped and pulled back. Mithian swallowed, holding back her protestations, wanting to pull him back down to feel his warmth pressing against her again. Merlin knelt back, trailing his hand down from her neck, both hands moving to cup her breasts then down her flat belly, then down.

She bent her legs, unashamed before him. He brushed his fingers against her opening, a small whimper escaping her lips. Her first virgin touch, it made a pink blush stain across her cheek and neck, even her jaw was trembling as she looked down at her husband, knelt between her opened thighs. He dipped his fingers in her fluid, painting it up her crease to her bundle, slickly sliding his fingers up and over and down the side of her lips.

"Merlin, please," she moaned, her plea cutting off when one finger breeched her insides. It felt so foreign, his digit cool against her heated core, but right. She pushed her pelvis down, trying to draw it further in her walls fluttering around the intrusion.

"Mithian I don't-" Merlin whispered. "It's so tight, I don't want to hurt you."

"Mother said… to stretch me before. Use two."

He pulled his finger out, the sound it made so obscene and loud in the quiet chamber. Mithian almost keened from the loss but then it was back, this time joining with a second. The stretch on her felt tight but good. Merlin pushed them deeper, his knuckles pushing against her nerves. Involuntary, her walls clamped around the intrusion as if trying to pull them further in, her breath exhaling in a stutter.

"Gods," Merlin groaned, his free hand gripping down at the base of his manhood. His head lay against her belly, heaving with each of her breaths. "I have to… It's just too much…"

He pulled away but was on her again before she could make a sound, the blunt end of him pressing against her opening.

It hurt, it did. Tears stung at her eyes as she was pierced in two. The long hot heat of him pushing into her, large and blunt. He went slowly though, and Mithian could feel the quivers through his body at the strain. So she bit her lip, curling her hands up to his shoulders and buried her head into his neck so he couldn't see.

It seemed to last an age, like the moving of glaciers, but then he stopped, and they were joined, like two pieces of a puzzle slotted together as if made to do so. He rested his forehead against her own, his eyes screwed shut. It ached so deep inside her but she just basked in it, the weight of him against her, the feel of his hips between her legs, the coarse rub of his chest against her sensitive nipples.

"It's not going to last long, I'm afraid," Merlin panted, a self-conscious tug to his lips.

"I don't care," Mithian breathed, curling her leg closer to her chest. Merlin slipped in further and he groaned, eyes flying open to find Mithian's.

"I have to-"

"Move," she commanded.

And he did, rocking back and forth, each push against her pressing his pelvis to her mound, sending sparks down her spine. Now there was no space between them. Joined by law and by body. One of his hands came up, threading with her own above their heads, cradling her head into his embrace.

Her legs felt awkward and in the way, she curled one around Merlin's torso, her heel against his back moving along with his every push.

"Mithian," Merlin choked, sounding wrecked. He buried his head against the pale skin of her neck, mouthing at the skin there. His thrusts became erratic, pushing harder and harder against her, she loosened herself, letting him go, feeling her wetness increase with every thrust against her nerves.

Then he gasped and stalled. A cry was torn from his lips in a pained shout. Mithian felt him throb violently inside her, forcing a gasp from her own lips and wetness flooded her, pulse after pulse. His hips stuttered for a moment and then he stilled.

They lay like that, his softening member still piercing her, their hands tangled, her legs splayed uncomfortably around him, his breath gasping against her cheek. Then he rolled. Mithian hid her wince as he escaped her, allowing the mixture of their fluids and the blood from her seal to leak out onto the sheets in evidence.

"Wow," Merlin breathed. She turned to the side to watch him smile lazily, trailing his fingers down her jaw. "You were just amazing. My wife."

"My husband," she whispered back, capturing his lips in a lazy sloppy kiss, comfortable and soothing in its simplicity.

He pulled back, far enough for breath, resting his hand on her waist. "Are you alright?"

"Yes," she assured him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Though I feel thoroughly debauched, my legs are numb."

He laughed quietly, the sound not escaping the small cocoon they had created with their bodies. "Come here," he murmured, rolling Mithian around, pushing his body against her back. Both lay bare and together above the sheets, evidence of their consummation soaking beneath them, but she couldn't find it in herself to move.

"That was just practice," she murmured when they'd settled, Merlin' nose brushing against her shoulder, pressing lazy kisses to it at intervals. "-for when we want to create our own little Dragonlords."

As soon as the words left her mouth she wanted to drag them back in, the sated happiness humming though her body had loosened her lips. She felt Merlin's body grow rigid behind her.

"Children?" he asked hoarsely.

Mithian chastised herself and her loose tongue staining this moment between them, but it was done now. "Do you not want children?" she asked, trying to pretend his answer didn't matter, that she her heart and dreams wouldn't crack at the wrong response.

"No, it's just… I've never… I never let myself think of it, knowing that I couldn't have that."

Mithian couldn't bare not to be able to see his face, she turned over, staring at him fiercely. "Well now you can, I will give you anything you desire."

"You… always you," he choked, his hand coming to her jaw.

"And you have me."

This time when their lips met it was fierce, a battle as each tried to devour the other. Yesterday had their kisses come to this, one of them, most likely Merlin, would have pulled back, urging for patience, for just one more day. But now they had no reason to stop, no reason to hold back.

Mithian arched her still aching hips against her husbands, their bellies pressing together, the firm muscle of his lined with black hair, against the soft concave of her own.

"Children?" Merlin gasped in wonder half way through, breaking their lips.

"It doesn't have to be now, we're young, we have time for you to adjust."

Merlin grinned slowly like the sun rising, his eyes lighting in mischief before he pushed forward, flipping Mithian back onto her back. She yelped but grinned back, revelling in his playfulness. He settled back between her legs, evidence of his quick recovery pressing against her hip.

"I think we should practice, just in case."

THE END AND (HOPEFULLY) HAPPILY EVER AFTER