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Let Me Serve You: Merlin Ficlet
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Let Me Serve You
Fandom: Merlin (BBC)
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Summary: “Tonight,” Morgana whispered, “let me serve you.”
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 340
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Explicit sexual content.
Author’s Note: Written for oxoniensis's Porn Battle VII for the prompt "serving".
Let Me Serve You
There were kisses between them, deep sweet kisses as warming and intoxicating as spiced wine, the sensual press of body to body till Gwen sighed and sunk unto the bed, too honey heavy inside to stand.
Morgana knelt at Gwen’s feet, nuzzling against her lap. When she lifted her head her eyes were feverishly bright.
“Tonight,” Morgana whispered, “let me serve you.”
Gwen knew she ought to protest that Morgana was a Lady and she just a maid but when Morgana reached under her skirts all her words melted to “please”.
Morgana drew off Gwen’s bloomers and hose. They were plain and coarsely woven compared to her own fine undergarments. When she ran her hands up Gwen’s bare legs it pained her that such a blooming body should be hidden by such mean and meager things. Gwen’s legs were soft and hard at once, firmly muscled from daily toil yet her skin was smooth and yielding to Morgana’s touch. She pushed aside Gwen’s skirts and petticoats and with caressing hands, with lips and tongue moved upwards to Gwen’s rounded, nut brown thighs pressing onward to the moist cleft between them.
Gwen trembled, tensing in anticipation, as Morgana pressed a kiss to the sodden curls that bordered her slit. With careful fingers Morgana parted the concealing flesh to reveal the delicate layers of pink folds within. When she touched that tender place with her tongue, tasted the glossy pinkness she was rewarded by Gwen’s gasp, her sigh. As Morgana lapped and caressed, Gwen’s hands tangled in her hair. The dark silken hair she brushed each morning and each night, as familiar to her as her own. Pleasure mounted like a white light in her belly that seemed to blaze outward and for a moment consume her entirely, leaving her warm and supple till once again the white light rose to blinding intensity.
It was good, so good she needed to share it with Morgana. Cheeks flushed she drew Morgana to her, wrapping arms and legs about her to hold her close.
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Let Me Serve You
Fandom: Merlin (BBC)
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Summary: “Tonight,” Morgana whispered, “let me serve you.”
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 340
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Explicit sexual content.
Author’s Note: Written for oxoniensis's Porn Battle VII for the prompt "serving".
There were kisses between them, deep sweet kisses as warming and intoxicating as spiced wine, the sensual press of body to body till Gwen sighed and sunk unto the bed, too honey heavy inside to stand.
Morgana knelt at Gwen’s feet, nuzzling against her lap. When she lifted her head her eyes were feverishly bright.
“Tonight,” Morgana whispered, “let me serve you.”
Gwen knew she ought to protest that Morgana was a Lady and she just a maid but when Morgana reached under her skirts all her words melted to “please”.
Morgana drew off Gwen’s bloomers and hose. They were plain and coarsely woven compared to her own fine undergarments. When she ran her hands up Gwen’s bare legs it pained her that such a blooming body should be hidden by such mean and meager things. Gwen’s legs were soft and hard at once, firmly muscled from daily toil yet her skin was smooth and yielding to Morgana’s touch. She pushed aside Gwen’s skirts and petticoats and with caressing hands, with lips and tongue moved upwards to Gwen’s rounded, nut brown thighs pressing onward to the moist cleft between them.
Gwen trembled, tensing in anticipation, as Morgana pressed a kiss to the sodden curls that bordered her slit. With careful fingers Morgana parted the concealing flesh to reveal the delicate layers of pink folds within. When she touched that tender place with her tongue, tasted the glossy pinkness she was rewarded by Gwen’s gasp, her sigh. As Morgana lapped and caressed, Gwen’s hands tangled in her hair. The dark silken hair she brushed each morning and each night, as familiar to her as her own. Pleasure mounted like a white light in her belly that seemed to blaze outward and for a moment consume her entirely, leaving her warm and supple till once again the white light rose to blinding intensity.
It was good, so good she needed to share it with Morgana. Cheeks flushed she drew Morgana to her, wrapping arms and legs about her to hold her close.