Part IV
Prince Arthur could hardly control his breathing. There had been several nights now in which he could not believe--HE COULD NOT BELIEVE--what Merlin seemed to be suggesting--what he had the audacity to do! But neither of the two men could pretend that something wasn't brewing now--Merlin's lips, which had crept closer and closer each night, were now latched onto the rod in Arthur's pants, and they didn't seem to be going anywhere...
What sorcery was this? Did Merlin think it funny--a display of power of sorts--that he could make Arthur want things so dark, so wrong, that no man--let alone a future king--should want them? Was he amused, at how he had ensnared Arthur's mind, and made him wish to be the kind of sinner that would never be allowed within the castle walls, let alone into the throne room?
Such a sorcerer had the power to escape at any moment, but no; he needed more than an escape, he needed an entrypoint into Arthur's mind.
Why escape as a lone monster when you can make monsters belong?
Merlin looked up at Arthur, wondering if his prince would give him a taste of heaven or hell, or if the line between was so neatly drawn.
Arthur glanced down at Merlin, whose lips were still wrapped around the serpent in his pants, unable to speak, his eyes wide. Arthur's eyes met Merlin's, and a silence passed between them.
Without a word, Arthur unbuckled his belt and flung it onto the forest floor.
Merlin started to whisper something, and Arthur tilted his head up by the chin. "What is it, Merlin?"
"I'm casting a spell so they won't hear us."
Arthur growled. "Let me know when you are done."
A moment later, Merlin nodded. He was rewarded with the head of Arthur's ample, spongy cock on his lips.
A devilish glint danced in Arthur's eyes; his muscles flexing as the feeling coursed through him and dominated every fiber of his being.
Arthur's cock was thick and veiny when it came alive, and the bumpy surface made Merlin go cross-eyed. Merlin wasn't sure if he should admit it out loud, but the head of Arthur's cock resembled the drawing of the shield that Arthur wanted to carve. It gleamed with reflected moonlight.
With a twinkle in his eyes, Merlin nudged forward, stretching his lips as wide as they would go, barely encircling the glimmering shield. The shield of Arthur's cock sat softly in his mouth now; Merlin swirled his tongue around it, letting out the tiniest whimper, as though taken aback that it had happened at last.
Merlin stuck his tongue out, flicking it against the rough shaft, exploring and slicking up a bit of the path ahead. Then he willed himself forward, feeling his mouth clamp down a bit in protest as he tried to overstuff it.
Merlin's lips strained against his efforts, their elastic resistance preventing too much of Arthur from invading too fast. Merlin's brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to stretch wider. With a final exertion of strength, his jaw clicked, and Arthur was able to slide a bit deeper inside.
"Now Merlin, we've been on many journeys together, and hiked many mountains," Arthur jeered, "but this might prove to be your tallest order yet."
Excitement surged through Merlin. Arthur was right of course. This was only the beginning of his noble quest. The next task lay in sliding his lips up the length of Arthur's cock until he reached the very top. Merlin wasn't sure at what stage of that pathway Arthur would be corrupted completely, but there was only one way to find out.
With meticulous precision, Merlin began to roll his lips, guiding them slowly along the rutted texture of Arthur's cock. The friction between his lips and the bumpy surface created resistance, making each inch of progress a small victory. He summoned some spit from his throat to lubricate the shaft, redoubling his efforts. His muscles tensed as he applied steady pressure, his mouth and flickering tongue moving in a coordinated dance of determination.
Arthur watched with a mix of amusement and admiration as Merlin persevered. The sight of his friend's focused expression and stretched out, animal mouth filled him with a sense of pride that teetered on the precipice of arrogance.
Even in the face of adversity, Merlin possessed a chivalrous determination to meet his goals, a determination that was truly as noble as it was admirable. Arthur gave Merlin a reassuring pat on the head.
Merlin's quest was met with occasional setbacks as his lips slipped or threatened to come loose. But he refused to be discouraged, his willpower unwavering. He adjusted his grip, readjusted his angle, and pressed on with unshakeable resolve.
Time seemed to blur as Merlin continued his task, lost in the rhythm of his movements. The steady pressure of Merlin's lips hummed a story of progress, each second more promising than the last. The distance between his lips and Arthur's balls--the visible portion of Arthur's scepter-- slowly diminished, inch by hard-earned inch.
Arthur, sensing Merlin's determination, offered words of refined encouragement, his voice carrying a mix of support and admiration. "You're almost there, pig-boy."
Merlin's focus intensified. The strain of the effort radiated through his face, but he persisted, determined to meet his goal, each slip of skin on hot skin bringing him closer, closer, closer...
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Merlin's mouth reached the base the Arthur's majestic rod. Merlin's lips sat snugly in place, a testament to the perseverance and skill he dedicated to his latest enchanted journey. A sense of satisfaction washed over him, the fruits of his labor evident in his most impressive and successful of vanishing acts.
Is that all it took? Arthur's scepter disappears, and so too do all the rules? Merlin smacked his lips at the base of Arthur's cock, brushing the prince's balls.
Arthur clapped a hand on Merlin's shoulder. " You never cease to amaze me, Merlin. Even when I really ought to know better..."
Merlin's eyes glittered with a mixture of exhaustion and triumph. With Arthur's cock fully nestled inside him, he nudged his tongue around the half the shaft and rolled it to his heart's content.
It's a funny thing, the human mind. A little change here or there, and the entire cascade of thought points to a different conclusion. The pieces of evidence, mostly unchanged, point to a different place.
Merlin was no monster. How could he be?
How could someone who would move mountains for him, who clearly loved him, be a monster?
Arthur held back the heat welling behind his eyes, knowing certain things were not fit for a prince.
Arthur leaned back, running a hand through Merlin's hair instead. "Are you sure you are okay?"
Merlin nodded, his mouth still full.
Arthur flashed him a crooked smile, then slid his cock back down Merlin's throat.
Merlin gagged, but Arthur held his head in place, a bit of the bitterness from earlier seeming more like sport to him now. Another jousting competition, perhaps, in which he'd have to face off in what could either become a battle of wills or wits.
"You know--I still don't understand how you could put me in this position, Merlin. A position where I look like such a hypocrite. What am I to do? Can't you see how vulnerable this makes me?"
Arthur was no longer waiting to see how his servant would handle his endowment. As far as Arthur was concerned, Merlin promised him hospitality and he would take his manservant up on the offer. Merlin whimpered, then emitted a muffled, accepting moan, welcoming the new guest and giving him free rein to roam. Merlin's eyes danced with a mix of amusement and awe, and he was soon lost in the rhythmic, compulsive motions of the prince who towered above him.
As the minutes ticked by, Arthur's sly frustrations devolved from phrases to grunts. His movements, on the other hand, grew more fluid and confident. He cycled back and forth, his muscles bulging with each revolution. The initial nerves transformed into a dogged, clapping determination.
Sweat began to bead on Arthur's forehead, his breathing growing heavier. The muscles in his body strained and flexed as his hips thrusted forward, each revolution bringing him to new heights. The grit in Arthur's eyes roused Merlin to close his lips around the ample rod with a little slurping smack.
Merlin, tied and bound, couldn't help but be in awe of Arthur's newfound strength. Merlin had never really been Arthur's opponent, and yet, as Arthur gripped Merlin's hair, he was starting to wonder if the prince wasn't above fighting dirty. Merlin's eyes remained fixed on the prince, his muffled noises of encouragement growing higher and more fervent. He twisted his body in his restraints, urging Arthur on, even though his words were muffled by the spongy pole plugging his mouth.
The rhythm of Arthur's movements, in time with the whispers of the remaining elder trees, became almost hypnotic to Merlin. Beads of sweat glistened on Arthur's forehead, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He felt a surge of energy as he hounded his mark, his muscles aching but his spirit impervious to wear and tear.
With each rotation, Arthur's pace quickened. The flickering moonlight cast shadows on his face, highlighting the sheen of perspiration that adorned his brow and the twinkle in his blue eyes.
As Arthur built up like a brewing storm, the tension in the air was palpable. The prince's eyes met Merlin's once more, an unspoken challenge exchanged between them. Arthur summoned every ounce of strength within him, pushing his cock all the way down Merlin's throat, cupping the wizard's head with a satisfied growl.
Arthur's chest heaved with exertion, his body tingling with a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. A grin of triumph spread across his face as he slowly released Merlin's head from his grasp, giving his servant a chance to pull back far enough to catch his eyes once more.
The once-silent night now filled with the sound of Arthur's heavy breathing. Merlin let out a muffled noise of admiration and yearning. Arthur chuckled, pulling Merlin off his cock.
"What is it?" Merlin asked.
"Suck my balls," Arthur growled.
Merlin took Arthur's balls into his mouth, one after another, savoring the meaty flavor, sucking and licking them clean. He looked up into Arthur's eyes, his mouth stretched to its limits.
"Did you mean what you said," Arthur whispered. "When you offered me both sides of you?"
"You mean...both the good and the bad?" Merlin asked back.
"Not sure your other side is so bad," Arthur said, reaching back and squeezing Merlin's round butt.
"I said I'd do anything for you, Arthur. There's absolutely no part of me that isn't yours to do with what you will."
"You mean to say you would..." Arthur said, trailing off.
"I would," Merlin said, nudging his ass up slightly.
Arthur hoisted himself into the bed of the wagon, then put his weight on Merlin's back and legs, blowing into his ear. "Yes, you will--pig boy."
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