Servant and Master

Part 3

As soon as Morgana was out of the hovel she slammed the door, harder than she intended, and leaned her forehead against the grainy wood. She took several deep breaths trying to steady her erratic heartbeat. What had happened? She was the one in control here not Merlin. So why did she feel like he had just won something and she was left without a prize?

'Damn him', she thought. She turned so that her back and head were resting against the door. What was wrong with her? She still felt an unrelenting pulse between her thighs. If she closed her eyes, the image of a dark head of curls moving across her breasts immediately popped into her head. She looked down at her chest and in the low evening light she could just make out areas on her skin still reddened from Merlin's ministrations. 'No', he wasn't going to make her lose control. She would show him, show all of Camelot she was someone to be reckoned with. She was going to teach that arrogant prat his place. He was a servant and she was the master here. An idea formed in her head and an evil grin spread across her face. She knew exactly what he needed. When she got done with Merlin he would be begging her for mercy. She had just approached this whole thing wrongly and that needed to be rectified immediately.

Her mind made up, she set off into the forest. She knew what she wanted to do, she just had to gather a few things first and that would give her time to get her equilibrium back. A small chuckle escaped her lips as she set off into the woods. He was going to pay, pay for all of Camelot and then some.

Merlin stared at the now flaccid member lying peacefully against his thigh. He'd had to picture Gaius in the buff to make it go away. That was one sight he'd never wanted to think about again, walking in on Gaius's bath one day, but it was the only thing that had worked to calm his villainess traitor of a cock. He cursed the thing silently for a few seconds more and then lay quietly until he heard Morgana's footsteps head away from the door. Waiting a few minutes more to be sure she wasn't coming right back, he immediately set to casting spells on his bindings to free himself. Each spell he tried ended up singing his skin while the ropes remained unharmed.

What kind of binding spell did she use? He knew his magic was stronger than hers so what was the issue? Then again she had been free to practice and use her magic for over a year and he was only rarely able to use his. Usually in the process of saving Arthur's arse which is exactly how he had ended up here in the first place. Merlin, frustrated, began yanking frantically on his ropes. The already tender skin, from his attempts at release with magic, flaying with the abuse of the ropes. He reared up suddenly, every muscle straining as he tried to do with brute force what magic had failed in. He pulled until his face was mottled and grunts of strain were escaping his lips. After several moments his energy gave out and the pain in his still wounded shoulder became too much and he let out a loud and long frustrated roar and fell back to the blanket panting.

What was he to do? He knew Morgana would soon tire of her game and he had better have figured out how to escape before that or he shuddered to think what would happen to him then.

An image of Morgana sitting astride him with her breasts thrust forward reared up in his mind. Her breath erratic and her face flushed. Or maybe, just maybe he could turn this around to his advantage. If she wanted to play games maybe it was high time he tried winning them. The thoughts started flowing and in response his prick stirred from its sleep. Well if he was going to win this one and escape with all his body parts, he had to use all his wits and keep a strong head, and he meant the one on his shoulder.

"Ok, Morgana, if its games you want to play, then let the games begin." Merlin set his eyes on the door and mentally prepared himself for what he was going to have to do and endure. "God's be with me," he whispered, because he was sure going to need their help.