Merlin and the Girl (Closed for Iwasagoodgirl)

[bill4672]

I sat on a bench outside the royal bed chambers. Inside, I could hear Uther having his way with his latest conquest. It was my role, as the king's adviser, to “dispose” of the wenches once he finished with them. Uther's appetites were legendary, but it wouldn't do for the king to have these young girls hanging around the court, mooning after him. Generally, I gave them gold from the king's coffers and sent them out into the countryside. In my travels, I knew of many inns and homes that would be glad of a young woman to help with chores. Occasionally, I had passed the girls off to soldiers, but only to those I knew would not mistreat them.

The sounds inside the king's bedchamber were getting louder. Suddenly, the king bellowed, not in lust, but in pain. I raced into the room.

A young woman, naked, was standing over the king's bed, a short sword in hand. She glared at me as I came in. The king was sitting up in bed, nursing a cut on his arm, and swearing. He was not in his usually good mood after bedding a local girl.

“Merlin,” he yelled at me. “Turn this girl into a shoat. I intend the cooks to serve her for dinner tomorrow.”

“Merlin,” the girl said, and the look she gave me, for the first time, was the terrified look that I had sometimes seen on the faces of young girls coming out of the king's bedchamber. Not all of his “partners” were willing. It would seem this one belonged to that group, and knowing how hard it was to gain the upper hand with the king, the girl had fire although, seeing the look she was giving me, no one would know it.

“Hand me the sword,” I said.

Meekly, she handed it to me, hilt first, the way a soldier would handle it. I noticed, too, that she was regaining her composure. I was also becoming aware of her charms. She was lithe and muscular, unlike the king's usual fare, who were soft and yielding maidens, full breasted, milky white. This girl had seen sun and hard times if I did not misread her.

“Damn, girl,” the king said. “You've ruined my sheets. These came all the way from Philistia.”

I glanced at the king, keeping my eye on the girl. From his tone, I knew that he was over his anger and mildly amused at the audacity of this girl. Not that he would let her know that.

“Well, Merlin,” said the king. “Are you going to take all evening to turn her into a shoat? I'm bleeding to death over here, man.”

I looked at the girl and pointed to a chair well away from the door. “Sit,” I said, and pointed. She sat.

I walked over to the king to examine his wound. “It appears, sire, that she has but scratched you.”

“The hellcat has claws,” he said, “and my own sword at that.” He glared at the girl, who glared back.

I ripped a strip from the now ruined sheets and quickly bound up the wound. I would send up a servant later with herbs and ointments to apply to the wound.

“The girl seems rather scrawny,” I said. “She will scarce make a meal for you.”
Now the girl glared at me. I could feel the king holding in his laughter.

“Perhaps you are right, wise Merlin,” the king said. “Dispose of her.”

“At once, my liege,” I said. I walked over to the girl and took her arm firmly. “Come with me.”

We had no sooner exited the king's chambers then she wriggled in my grasp, attempting to get free, but I had anticipated as much and had slipped into my other hand a bit of cloth containing a compound made for just such occasions. I pressed the cloth firmly against her mouth and nose. She wriggled more violently, but after a few moments succumbed to the powerful concoction. I lifted her now dead weight in my arms and carried her outside.

This was a dilemma. I knew the king was unlikely to take revenge. I could tell he had actually been impressed by the girl, but I also knew that he was unlikely to want to see her wandering around the court. After all, the girl was likely to take another swing at him. Nor was she someone I could send off with a few coins, and I certainly would not say much for the life of any soldier I might hand her to.

“Damn,” I said. “Bloody Damnation.” I was developing a fondness for the Christian curses. I would not have dared utter the sacred words of my Druid beliefs. Those words carried power. I decided there was nothing for it but to keep the girl in my own chambers for the time being until I could decide the best course of action for her.

I carried her to my rooms, which, thanks to the King's good graces, were spacious. I had no servants, so the space was far more than what met my needs. I kept a second bedchamber, purportedly for my sexual dalliances because the king did not trust a man who was celibate. Not that I was celibate in spirit, but lately, I had been alone and had not cared to be with anyone. My duties at the court kept me too busy for distractions. The second bedchamber had only a single entrance, which came to my own chamber, and a sturdy door that could be locked. I laid the girl on the bed, drew a slight coverlet over her to cover her nakedness, and locked her in.

After preparing medicinals for the king's scratch, I called for a servant woman to tend to the king, telling her he had suffered a scratch while sparring with me. The lie would enhance my reputation while protecting the king's. No one would be surprised if the great Merlin used his magic to gain advantage over the king in a conflict with weapons.

The spare room was still silent. I made my own preparations for bed and went to sleep, thinking about what I was going to do with my “guest.”

 

[Iwasagoodgirl]

I never my father Antinius Justinus Honius after the age of twelve. He was a Centurion in the Roman Army and was recalled to Rome shortly after the last invasion from the so called Hun. He and my Mother Melva had come together when she was barely eighteen years old. I was the sole fruit of their union and they had named me Yetta after my grandmother. My father promised to return but just a year after he left the Celtic Pics invaded our village raping, burning and destroying everything. The last view I had of my mother was when a sword severed her head from her body. If my father ever did return he would have found nothing but ash.

However I owe my father so much, especially the fighting skills he taught me which after the Celtic invasion saved both my life and my innocence on many occasions. I used my skills to hunt, defend myself and to stay alive.

Shortly after my eighteenth birthday we experienced a very bad winter which resulted in many homeless peasants like myself starving to death. I kept alive by stealing vegetables and fruit as well as hunting game. The latter resulted in my being the prisoner of a strange man I heard had the name Merlin.

Winter was just giving way to Spring and hunger was my prime concern. The woods were known to be full of rabbit and on this day I went hunting for one. Suddenly I heard horses coming from behind and I was aware of a sharp searing pain at the back of my head followed by darkness. I woke to find myself stripped naked and looking into the eyes of the one I later learned was none other than Uther. Instinctively I feared my maidenhead had been violated and I reached down to feel my womanhood which to my relief was still intact. But for how much longer I had no idea. Uther was also naked and I saw his erect member pointing at me with the obvious intention of taking my virginity. As he lunged towards me I managed to roll off the bed onto the floor where I saw a small sword. Grabbing it I struck out wounding my would be assailant who cried out.

Next thing the door burst open and Uther and the intruder Merlin were deciding what to do with me. Uther wanted to turn me into stout while Merlin tried to dissuade him. In all the confusion I felt a cloth placed to my face and I awoke to find myself naked and locked in a strange bedroom.

Seeing the bed clothes I grabbed them and tied them into a dress to cover my nakedness before I looked round for a weapon. In the corner of the room was an old broken chair and I managed to wrench one of the legs off planning to use it as a club.

I waited and waited until eventually the lock turned and the door was opened by Merlin. Holding his gaze I raised my club and said “Come near me and I’ll decorate the walls with your brains!”

 

[bill4672]

I opened the door to be met by an angry young woman, draped in bedsheets, brandishing a chair leg.

“Come near me, and I'll decorate the walls with your brains!”

I laughed. I laughed hard, tears coming to my eyes. I laughed until I was choking. My young guest was bristling with anger, her knuckles white where she was gripping the chair leg.

“I'm sorry,” I said, “but the look of you standing there.” I shook my head. “Breakfast is ready if you're hungry.” I turned my back on her walked to the table where breakfast viands were waiting and sat down, still with my back to her.

I relaxed, hoping I wasn't about to have my brains splattering the walls. After a moment, I heard movement behind me. Then the young woman came around the side of the table and sat down. I passed her some food.

She filled her plate and began eating. I left her eat for a bit and then said, “I'll find you some suitable clothes later. I think for now, we should dress you as a young nobleman. What do they call you?”

“Yetta,” she said.

“You're Welsh,” I said, “although I can't quite place the accent. All the better. I will pass you off as a distant cousin.” This worked out better than I could have hoped.

“Why?” she said between bites, looking at me curiously.

“Why, what?”

“Why disguise me as your cousin, as a man?” With food in her, she seemed calmer although she kept hitching up the bedsheet, which threatened to slip off her shoulders.

“I don't think I can 'dispose of you' as I usually do with Uther's castoffs.”

“You kill them,” she said, contempt spilling from her.


“Of course not. I find them a place, usually with a family.”

“And why not the same for me,” she said. “Do not think to take advantage of me.”

I laughed again. “You intrigue me,” I said. “Not many of the king's playthings have your spirit. And none have left their mark.”

“I'd have done more than that,” she said.

“And good that you did not,” I said, “or this morning your body would be swinging in the wind for the buzzards' breakfast.”

“Perhaps, perhaps not,” she said.

She had spirit. I wondered what else she had.

After breakfast, I sent Yetta back to her room. She argued, but I convinced her of the necessity of it until we had her properly outfitted. I called in a servant and gave him money for clothes, estimating Yetta's fit. She was tall and slender, small breasted. She would easily pass for a young man once her hair, which was already short, was trimmed.

While waiting for her clothes, I ordered a tub and hot water. When it was brought, I shooed the servants out. Then called Yetta.

“I've water and a tub for a bath,” I said.

“You're a fool if you think to bathe me,” she said.

“If you will help me with this, we can pull the tub into your room. I'll help you fill it, and then you can take your bath in privacy.”

She grunted assent, then helped me carry the tub into her room. Between us, we filled it with the tepid water.

“I will take my leave of you now,” I said. “I've ordered clothes. I will knock when they are ready.” I left the room, closing the door behind me. As an afterthought, I threw the latch, loudly, offering her that much privacy.

When the clothes came, I knocked on the door. “I have clothing for you. I'll hand them in to you.” I opened the door part way, then handed the clothes through the gap. I felt her take them from me, and I closed the door.

 

[Iwasagoodgirl]

I couldn’t wait to get into my clothes and hopefully get out of here. The close proximity of the King made me feel uneasy and I knew there would be trouble if I stayed where I was. Yet I owed Merlin my life and I wanted to repay him if I possibly could.

Yet when he cut my hair I looked in the mirror and realised I could pass for a boy and as such the threat from the King would be diminished. “Why have you been so kind?” I Asked “What do you expect from me?” I told him my story and how I had learned to live close to nature. My eyes filled with tears as I realised I would never see my father again but after taking a deep breath I said “I’ve learned to fight, I can defend myself and I promise you I’ll earn my keep.”

Merlin didn’t know what I meant but I had already decided how I would repay him. He had business with the King the following day and that gave me time to plot my next move. Taking a bow and arrows with me I made my way into the woods to hunt a deer. I had to careful, I wouldn’t shoot a pregnant or a nursing doe neither would I go for a herd leader. As I got deep into the woods I saw my target, a three year old stag with a damaged antler that meant he would mame any fellow stag he ever locked antlers with in play fights. I recalled how my father had told me that the hunter was responsible for his prey’s safety.

Moving by stealth I moved into position and took aim. I prayed to the gods of the forest that my aim would be true, the kill would be instant and that the soul of the stag would live on in the afterlife. My arrow hit directly into the back of the beast stopping the heart instantly. As it struck I heard a whimper behind me and turned to see a young wolf cub lying by it’s dead mother who had been shot for sport. I noted where it was and set about moving the stag.

It was heavier than I thought but I managed to drag it into a cave where I began to remove the legs before gutting the beast. Some of the flesh I took to the cub and fed the little cub.

It took five journeys to move the whole animal into Merlin’s kitchen larder and then I salted it to keep it fresh. After this I returned to collect the cub and brought him to my room. I then set about cooking one of the venison legs.

When Merlin returned he could immediately smell I had been preparing food and I said to him “I’ve got us dinner for the next fornight. I hunted a stag this morning. The carcass is in the larder. This meal is to thank you for saving my life.

Before Merlin could answer there was a scratching on my door. I went in, picked up the cub and said “He’s an orphan like me. I’ve named him Trodai, the Celtic for fighter!”

 

[bill4672]

“He is a handsome cub and will be fierce with age, but can you manage him,” I asked. I had no desire to wake in the middle of the night with a wolf at my throat.

“He will be as mild as a lamb to those I want him to protect.” She didn't have to explain what would happen to those she deemed enemies.

“That venison smells quite good, although, despite my efforts, you seem determined to run foul of the king,” I said.

“What has the king to do with our dinner?” she asked.

“I believe, my dear, that the king would say, 'What do we have to do with his dinner?' It is a capital crime to hunt in the king's forests.”

“I care not for such laws,” she said. “The forest is food for all, and not the larder of a single man.”

“It is when that man is King Uther,” I said. “You have much to learn about the ways of court. It is a shame that your father did not teach you the manners of the court, but I am glad for what he has taught you. But enough of this. No reason to let our venison get cold. Should this come to the king's attention, I will handle the matter. In future, however, you might ask my advice before acting.”

“I follow my own advice,” she said.

“And, well spoken, if naive. You are strong and healthy, but you, like this cub, need taming,” I told her.

“And do you think you are the man to tame me?” Yetta drew herself to her full height, several inches taller than me, and, from that vantage point, looked down on me with scorn.

“Does the grey wolf take down the stag, despite his height and horns?” I smiled. “I have decided on a name for you as you masquerade as a young man. How like you Rhys?”

“It is a good name, and a strong one,” she said.

“And it matches that temper,” I said and smiled again.

She smiled back. “Rhys it is then.”

The next day I introduced “my cousin Rhys” to the king. If Uther recognized her, he hid it well.

“Welcome, cousin of Merlin. May you be as good a counselor and help to him as he has been to me,” the King said. Then I dismissed Rhys to speak with the king of private matters.

 

[Iwasagoodgirl]

I was suspicious of the king and it went against the grain to bow to him, I was taught to bow to no one be they king or pauper. As soon as we entered his chambers I saw six armed guards standing with him. One, the nearest to me was day dreaming and his sword was hanging loose. In the event of the king recognising me I determined to grab the sword and take as many as I could before being killed. My fears eased when the king said “Welcome, cousin of Merlin. May you be as good a counsellor and help to him as he has been to me.” Then I was dismissed while Merlin discussed affairs of state with him.

As soon as I was outside I went to Merlin’s stables. He said I could use any of his horses and I had built up a good relationship with Lightning a pure white stallion who like me had an independent attitude. Mounting Lightning I went for a long gallop into the forest and on to the lake where after I ensured no one was around I stripped and went for a swim. I daren’t tell Merlin because he would have been scared I would have been seen and exposed as a girl. But I loved my freedom and it was a chance I was prepared to take.

On my return I fed and groomed Lightning before going home and taking Trodai for a run and began training him. That night I cooked more of the venison and Merlin and I enjoyed our meal together drinking wine and laughing together.

Over the next few months I became used to this pattern of life as Merlin and I drew closer and Trodai became more domesticated and part of our life. I got used to the name Rhys and was accepted as rather rebellious young man.

 

[bill4672]

Rhys-Yetta and I had been together for some time. I was impressed with her literary and healing skills, and, if she was a bit rebellious, it played well for her role as a young man. The other men roughly her age treated her well, and, as far as I could tell, none suspected her true identity. More and more I found myself thinking of her as the young man Rhys, rather than a young woman who was sharing my quarters. I am myself inclined toward solitude, but I found I enjoyed her company, and I was daily impressed by her understanding. I had started her reading a variety of works, mostly Latin and Greek, in my meagre library, and we sometimes spent evenings discussing her reading. I found myself more and more drawn to her while at the same time less and less aware of her femininity.

I had need to take a trip into the countryside, an errand I was overdue to take and had avoided, I think subconsciously, because I hesitated to leave Rhys alone. But I was becoming comfortable enough with him that, on this morning, I decided to take him with me as my squire.

I knocked on his quarters, but he had risen early. I gathered provisions for the two of us, as well as changes of clothing, leashed Trodai, who tolerated me well although he doted on Rhys. I knew Rhys was wont to take morning jaunts into the forest toward the river, and since that was in the general direction I wished to take, I decided to track his path.

I saddled my own horse, a sturdy black stallion I had recently acquired and named Thunder as companion to Rhys's Lightning, and giving Trodai some line, left him track Rhys. It was not long before we neared the river, and I knew we were nearing where Rhys was by Trodai's increased excitement. I tethered my horse, and taking Trodai's leash, followed him to the river.

I came within site of the river and saw a slender and beautiful woman standing naked by the stream, stretching in the morning sun. Her lithe body was tawny and muscled, and I felt a stirring that I had not felt in a very long time. I stood as if enchanted. It was a moment before I realized I was looking at Rhys. Embarrassed, I pulled Trodai back into the brush, then loosed him. He ran toward the river. I waited a few moments, then making what noise I could, I approached the river.

Rhys was dressed, pulling on her leggings, while Trodai rubbed against her. I felt an uncanny desire to do the same. Rhys looked up and smiled, unaware that I had intruded on her privacy, and I tried to make my face bland as she greeted me.

“What are you doing out here?” she asked.

“I must travel northeast,” I said, “ and I thought to take you and Trodai with me, if you wish.”

“If I wish?” she said. “I have been bored of late, sitting idly in Camelot.”

“Then you will be glad to know that I have packed clothing and provisions for our journey.”

“Will you walk?” she said.

“No, I said. “Thunder is tethered a short distance away. Follow me with Lightning, and we will be on our way. It will take us several days, but I have places in mind for shelter and rest.”

“Lead on, mighty Merlin,” she said, clearly excited to begin our adventure.

 

[Iwasagoodgirl]

Merlin was an excellent teacher who reminded me of the tribal leaders of my home but with one advantage. He knew the works of the ancients. Unusually for a girl I had learned to read, my father had insisted on it and I loved reading Merlin's library.

Everyday I continued to ride out either to the river or to the lake where I swam. On this day, approaching the solstice I had risen early. After getting out and drying myself I heard a familiar sound and saw my beloved Trodai charging towards me. At first my heart sank fearing something had happened to Merlin but my fears were dissolved when I turned and saw him. He explained his mission and that he wanted me as his squire. I was delighted to get away and see something of the world.

As the first day was drawing to a close we approached the village of Gyamner on the outskirts of Camelot. Something was wrong, very wrong. There was no sign of life and the homes were either flattened or burning. Trodai started snarling and our horses were bucking. Merlin explained to me that pirates came across from Gaul to loot, pillage, rape and take slaves. The King had stopped most of the raids but a few still got through.

I felt my anger rising and I wanted to take revenge on the marauders but Merlin told me they would have long gone. We buried the dead and moved on to the next village of Jakalamia which thankfully was intact. We were met by a friend of Merlin who explained there were refugees from Gyamner swelling the population. Consequently the rooms Merlin normally lodged in were taken and we were sent to a hut outside the village. His friend apologised that there was only one bed but as we were both men he felt sure we wouldn't object.

There were stables for the horses, an outside lodge for Trodai and the room with a rather cramped bed. I was used to sleeping rough so I was more than willing to sleep on the floor.

After we left our goods in the room, fed and tied the horses and ensured Trodai was looked after we went to the inn to eat. I wasn't happy about leaving the animals but we were told there were enough armed men in the village to see off the Pirates if they dared return.

Merlin and I were both hungry so we ate well. One of the serving wenches kept trying to flirt with me I whispered to Merlin "She'll be in for a shock if she keeps that up". We both laughed.

At length the time for our departure drew near and Merlin and I made our way back to the lodge. "I insist" I said seriously as we entered the room "I insist I sleep on the floor!" Merlin objected so I grabbed my things and made my way to the stables. Merlin tried to pull me back and I tried to push him off. Our eyes met and I felt myself blush. Merlin hesitated and I stammered "Pl ... Please l ... Please let me go or let me sleep ... Let me sleep on the floor." Strange feelings were building deep inside me as I asked "The floor? Or the stables? Where do I sleep?"

 

[bill4672]

We stood there, like children. Then I struck my staff on the floor, blue light spilling from the end, and I stood tall, so much so, that for a moment, I seemed taller than Rhys, who was half a head taller than me. “Enough.”

Startled, Rhys stared at me.

In a quieter tone, I said, “We have a long journey yet, and there are more dangers than just pirates. We both need our rest. We will both sleep in the bed. My staff will lie between us. Now, prepare yourself. We rise early.”

I turned away to divest myself of my outer garments. I turned back toward the bed as Rhys, who had followed my lead, did the same. I had forgotten her breasts.

For a moment, we stood there. She seemed a combination of defiance and something else that I could not name. For myself, I did not know what I was feeling, but I looked away from her to lay my staff in the middle of the bed.

“Sleep now,” I said. Without a word, Rhys lifted the coverlet and lay on the bed. I did the same on my side. I blew out the lamp, then lay there, unable to sleep and well aware that Rhys was also lying there, scant inches away, awake and staring into the dark.

I awoke at cock crow. Rhys was nestled against me, an arm across my chest, my staff pinned between us. Gently, I moved her arm and quietly arose. She lay, half covered, her breasts exposed. As carefully as I could, I slid the coverlet over her, quietly dressed, then stepped outside.

The early morning air was cool. I breathed in deep, taking in the morning smells. In the nearby stable, I could hear our horses, nickering to one another, and from behind the stable, I heard a short, quick bark from Trodai, acknowledging my nearby presence. I watched the sun rise, then turned. Rhys stood behind me, holding my staff.

She handed it to me. I took it, my hand brushing hers. I felt the staff respond, a tiny spark.

“I smell breakfast cooking,” I said.

Rhys nodded.



After we ate, I spoke briefly with the innkeeper while Rhys gathered our belongings and saddled the horses. There was little news about our road ahead apart from what I already knew of pirates. The belief was that they had headed back toward the coast. If all went well, Rhys and I would not encounter them. I paid for a small sack of provisions, then joined Rhys. We mounted and rode off.

For the rest of that morning, there was an awkward silence between us. The sun was shining. I could hear hawfinch and thrush in the wood as we rode and the chatter of bluejays. Once, we surprised a young doe. Apart from that, our morning was uneventful. At noon, I called a halt by a small stream, and we ate some of our provisions.

 

[Iwasagoodgirl]

I was stunned when Merlin banged his staff and the light shone from it and then he appeared bigger than me. One on one I honestly believed I was a match for any man or woman but this was different. Merlin seemed to have a power above and beyond me and I realised he was in control. He insisted we shared the bed and we both nodded.

Undressing was difficult and I saw his embarrassment when he saw my breasts. I challenged him with my eyes and saw his eyes fall. Without saying anything we went to bed and I struggled in the darkness to get myself to sleep.

On waking we had a very awkward silence which lasted throughout breakfast and our morning journey. We stopped by a stream to eat and I knew I had to say something. “This is really awkward for me” I said lowering my eyes and feeling myself blush “I’ve never shared a bed with anyone before” I was trying to tell him I was totally inexperienced with men and I was making a pig’s ear of it.

Our conversation was interrupted by Trodai growling and we both realised we were not alone. There was a rustling in the bushes and I heard running. I sent Trodai one way while I ran the other and next I heard growling and a scream. I called Trodai to halt and saw a young man on his back pleading for his life. Holding my sword at his throat I told him to rise and brought him to Merlin.

The young man’s name was Cyrate from the Ventnor Tribe. He and his father lived nearby and were afraid we were a scouting party from the pirates and feared for his life. We reassured him we wished him and his father no harm but I warned him “Never, ever creep up on people like that. I suggest you and your father relocate with your tribe because the pirates love to pick off easy targets.”

We bade him farewell and continued our journey in a lighter mood than earlier. Before night fell we arrived at the village of Highgate and Merlin went to the inn where he was well known and spoke to the keeper. “What are our sleeping arrangements?” I asked not really knowing what to wish for.

 

[bill4672]

“Our sleeping arrangements remain as they have been,” I told Rhys. “We do well to avoid drawing attention to ourselves, and separate bedchambers would lead to questions we do not want asked. Now, come to our rooms. I have things I need to discuss with you.”

Rhys gathered our things and followed me to our room. Once there, I motioned for her to sit on the bed. I sat beside her. “Tomorrow is the summer solstice. We must reach our destination before noon. Fortunately, it is not far from here although it is difficult to reach.”

“What is this place?” Rhys asked.

“It is a sacred space shone to me years ago when I was only a child. You will know more soon enough. For now, we need to go down to the tavern and eat. I will need my strength for what must be done.”

I could tell Rhys was curious, but I did not want to say any more in this place. The place we were going was my secret, and I did not want anyone overhearing us.

I will say one thing for the wife of our tavern keeper. She could cook. I doubt she had ever been pretty, but she was kind and compassionate, and I could tell the tavern keeper loved her deeply by the way he teased her as she served us. The food was good and plentiful, and the wine smooth. I drank more of the wine than was my wont.

After the meal, Rhys left to tend the horses and check on Trodai, who was being kept in the kennels with the hounds. I sat at the table with the tavern keeper as he gossiped about local news. The marauders that had plagued previous towns had not come this direction. The land here was peaceful, with few brigands. It was not a particularly prosperous area, which may, in part, explain its lack of trouble. I was grateful for the news. Finally, I finished my wine and took my leave.

When I entered the room, Rhys was already in bed asleep, dressed only in one of my nightshirts, too large for her. One breast was exposed. Seeing her lying there, I realized how beautiful she was. I leaned over her and kissed her lightly on the forehead. She stirred slightly, sighing, and smiled in her sleep. I sat by the bed for awhile, just watching her sleep, then slipped out of my traveling clothes and into my own nightshirt before slipping into bed beside her.

The wine put me in a deep sleep, but our proximity to our destination opened my mind to the Sight in my dreams, but only in fragments. The crash of thunder outside woke me.

I was curled up around Rhys, holding her close, her face inches from mine. I think we both opened our eyes at the same instant. For a brief moment, we looked into each others eyes, then she moved closer to me, her mouth open on mine, and we were kissing. After several moments, we separated, then, still without speaking, we both removed the nightshirts covering our nakedness. Rhys leaned over me, rolling me back on the bed, then straddled me. She reached down and guided my already erect penis into her vagina, then pushed down against me. We both gasped, then she was riding me, my hips rising as she rose, then both of us sinking into the bed as she pressed her body down hard against mine. I reached up to stroke her breasts, her face, as she rode me, arching her back, then bending forward to kiss me as we moved together and apart, our pleasure building. I felt the Sight building in me with my approaching climax. In the corner, my staff burned with a flickering blue light that played over both of us like cool lightning.

“Ooohhh,” Rhys moaned, and I felt her orgasm squeezing me, and I felt myself bursting at the same moment, our orgasm pouring over me, blue light spilling over us, and my mind spiraling upwards and out into the darkness until I felt myself lost in our mutual orgasm, and then the light vanished leaving us in darkness, my mind empty, my consciousness sinking into the darkness.

 

[Iwasagoodgirl]

I was far more tired than I imagined it possible to be and I didn't argue with Merlin when he said we were sleeping in the same bed. I noticed one of his shirts going spare so I put it on, lay down and was barely concious of him climbing in next to me.

The room lit up, the walls shook and I found myself clinging to Merlin. Our lips brushed, then I felt him kiss me, and I felt myself returning the kiss, my first kiss, my first encounter and then his tongue invading my mouth. My tongue invading his, then my nipples began to harden, as first his hands then his mouth took them and I found my womanhood tingling, getting moist.

I reached out and found his manhood, the first cock I had ever touched and it I felt it harden, jerk, and then as he groaned it leaked some something from the snout. Another crash of thunder rocked us as Merlin laid back.

In my mind I decided, it was time, time I became a woman. I mounted him, allowed his manhood to enter me and then I felt it brush up against my Maidenhead. As I held his gaze I sank down and cried out as my innocence was gone for ever.

We began moving, slow at first but then we established a rhythm. I felt I was rushing headlong towards something new as a warm passionate lust engulfed me and I felt a tsunami of lust and love juice flood down my channel bathing his manhood. As I cried out Merlin arched and his hot living seed erupted deep inside me changing my life for ever.

How long we enjoyed this moment for I don't know, but eventually we sank into a blissful rest. In the morning I woke to his kisses and as the sun broke into our room I noticed the blood stains on our sheets.