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Title: Merlin's Princess
Fandom: Merlin
Rated: NC-17.
Notes: written for this prompt at [livejournal.com profile] kinkme_merlin.
Summary: Merlin loves eating pussy. It is his goddamned happy place. He could spend hours down there without getting tired. Freya has to drag his head away when she want him to stop.



He started slowly. Always slowly. It had to be slow with Freya. Beautiful Freya. Just like a princess. My princess. Merlin smiled and kissed his way down her body. She was still scared, still frightened. They both should be but Merlin's attentions were elsewhere. "It's all right." he breathed into the softness of her belly.

Freya was spread out before him, bare and sweet, so sweet. She was laying on his jacket and shirt that they had laid on the dirt floor of the catacombs. His hands ghost up her thighs and to her hips as he continued to kiss downwards. He could feel Freya shiver and shake beneath him, responding to his kisses. Merlin smiled to himself. His kisses. His lips ghosted over the thatch of dark hair that hid his prize. With another glance up to her face, he caught her gaze.

Her breaths were coming in pants and the soft flicker of the candle flames that danced safely nearby gave her skin a soft glow. Merlin scooted further down until he could lay comfortably between her legs. Freya gave the smallest of nods and Merlin returned to his task.

He parted the coarse, dark, curling hair and licked his lips in anticipation. His fingers gently traced the swollen outer lips and heard Freya's gasp. Merlin had been helping Gaius once when he first arrived in Camelot and saw an anatomy book fall open. He poured over the text that described the most intimate details of a woman. Luckily, Gaius didn't realize that the book had had a detailed drawing torn from its pages. But now...his own breath was coming in pants because he was seeing the real thing before him. What he had spent so many nights pulling himself over, fantasized over and over again.

With his hands on her hips, Merlin moved forward and gave a slow, long lick. He was tracing the delicate inner lips with his tongue from end to end. Freya jerked under his hands and cried out. He glanced up at her. No. Didn't look like she was in pain. So he traced the length of it again, moaning at the smell, taste, and feel of it. Merlin shifted his hips, feeling his arousal press against his breeches and the coldness of the floor beyond the leather. Freya was flushed a deep pink colour. Like wine when spilled on linens. She was sweet as wine and many times more intoxicating. He kissed the slick lips softly and let himself get more and more drunk off of Freya's salty-sweet scent and taste.

"Merlin." panted his princess. "Th-that...that feels wonderful." Her thighs seemed to tremble from their places over his shoulders. Merlin paid no mind as he continued to slowly lick and kiss just the inner lips, slowly tracing the tip of his tongue the length of it over and over. His own breath was coming in harsh pants. Merlin stopped to consider the hardening nub at the top of her opening. Again, he reached forward with his tongue and touched the tip of it against her. Freya gasped loudly and bucked. The book did not lie on this. He grinned to himself and continued to flick his tongue over her clitoris, loving the sensation of her bucking and moaning against him.

"Freya," he chastised, voice hoarse with lust. "We need to keep quiet, remember?" She stared at him, a complete look of 'What the hell are you going on about, Merlin?' He simply grinned back and pressed his lips to the sensitive nub of hers, moaning around it.

She bit down into her lip and jerked, stiffening everywhere. Merlin moaned as he felt a new surge of wetness escape from her. Quickly, he licked it up, still keeping to the outside of her. As Freya lay panting on his coat and his shirt, Merlin kept up his licking. "M-Merlin, I can't--" But he didn't let her finish. Merlin simply began to lick into her opening. Another sharp gasp from Freya. "Merlin, I don't think--" Moaning, he licked deeper still, far too intoxicated to hear her half sentences. He wanted more. More of her taste, more of her scent, more of her writhing underneath his hands and tongue and teeth.

He ground himself into the stone floor, the leather of his breeches serving fine to offer friction against his aching cock. Intoxicating was right. Merlin felt like he was moaning into the wet flesh continuously as he licked deeper and deeper, wanting more of her taste. Freya's hips rolled against him and her breaths were coming in short pants again.

"Merlin, oh I can't--" she gasped. "C-can't--" Still, he continued, loving the taste of her. Sweet, sweet Freya. God, I could do this all day. he thought to himself. "M-Merlin!" she gasped. He didn't look up at her to know that she bit down on her lip again. Her body told him with every tremor and every writhe against him. He quickened his tongue within her and she stiffened again, coating his tongue with her essence. He pulled his tongue away but kept his face pressed against her, moaning into the flesh.

He pressed himself against the ground more and more as he began to lick at her lips again, this time finding her clitoris and sucking on it. Freya's body jerked beneath him once more, despite her languid state and she was barely able to muffle a cry. His hand let go of her hips and quickly unlaced his own breeches, pulling at his cock. It didn't take much with her scent and taste all over for him to be greedy with. He moaned against her and gritted his teeth as he stroked barely twice before spilling onto the dirt below him.

Still, he continued to lick and suck at her. He didn't care that his jaw was beginning to ache or that the bottom half of his face was probably shiny with her offering. Freya finally pushed trembling fingers through his hair and yanked hard. He gasped and panted, cool air rushing into his lungs. Once he was far enough away from her, Freya sunk languidly onto her makeshift bed of his clothes and tugged him close.

He rested his head against her warm breast and listened to her heart beat beneath, smiling to himself. Merlin raised her hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the back of it. "My princess."

"But I'm not."

"You are. You're my princess." Luckily, Freya seemed to be too tired to argue more. Merlin smiled to himself again and held her close, nuzzling at her breast. Soon, he'd have to dress again and stroll out into the sun, skivvying for Arthur. Her even breathing met his ears and he looked up to her peaceful, sweet face.

Maybe he wouldn't need to skivvy for Arthur anymore. A plan formulated in his head as he dressed her again and dressed himself. With one last glance at his princess, Merlin left the catacombs. Food, water. Horses, we'll need horses. Some blankets...
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