The wizard began to clap in a languid manner.
“Bravo, Runt. Bravo!”
With another snap of Merlin’s fingers, Arthur found himself back in his bed in the unassuming room. It was night and he was confused beyond belief. A tray of sliced venison and grains was placed at the foot of the bed, but Arthur had no appetite. So much had happened in only a matter of hours. From the original sight of Archimedes as the owl that he was accustom to right down to the view of his manlike form. A man that had made him react in a way that Arthur almost believed to be extinct. Simply, Arthur was terrified. Yet, that was his normal reaction while being near to Merlin—terror.
He nestled into his bed with thoughts of their first few adventures while Arthur was in transition as the new king of Britain. First up was etiquette which included everything from manners to dialogue to posture. Whenever Arthur would complete something in error, Merlin would swat Arthur’s bottom with a riding crop that he kept attached to his hip, just under his sword scabbard. It took some time for Arthur to adjust to his new life of finery. Not eating with his hands. Not slouching. Using perfect dialect, even learning new languages such as Greek. It was all overwhelming, but he could not quit or face the consequences. He felt backed into a corner then, and now, there was nowhere to go as well.
The only thing that gave him cause for elation was the memory of spilling his seed inside of the cauldron. Arthur could only think that he was cured. Within moments of arrival nonetheless. The conundrum, though, he was still in Merlin’s realm. Not returned to Camelot. Was there more to do? Did he need to consummate his victory?
“Eat, Runt!”
Arthur yelped at Merlin’s evocative voice.
“You will need your strength at daybreak.”
With that, the room became eerily silent. Mute. The blackness of a naked sky void of stars watched him through unmasked windows. His journey was not finished. He was not cured.
Arthur sat up on his elbow and pulled the tray closer to him as he picked at the delicious meat and season grain. Before he knew it, he had finished the entire portion and felt the heaviness of a full belly and welcome sleep.
Chapter Four
Arthur fluttered his eyes open after what seemed to be a few seconds of sleep. The birds were singing and the sky was kissed with the pink lips of the heavens. Merlin’s land was infinite meaning that time did not exist. Days and nights were only an illusion so Arthur was not sure if he had slept the night away. One thing was certain, Arthur felt more than rested. He would have thought he slumbered for days in just a blink of an eye. Merlin had that kind of control.
*Snap*
Arthur found himself in a moderately sized chamber. Nothing was in it but a long rectangular table that sat in front of two windows. Next to the table was a wooden chair that was void of armrests just a back, the seat, and four legs. Nothing spectacular there.
Arthur looked down and he was dressed in garbs not like his norm. Similar leather pants and boots as Archimedes had worn the day before. He too was missing a shirt, but he had two hide straps that criss-crossed over his chest. The straps themselves had metal loops traversing the material. Arthur was questioning his attire when he felt a cool gust approach him from behind. When he turned, only a breadth away, there stood the powerful wizard with an ominous grin on his face. Arthur’s breath caught in his lungs, but he dared not make a peep.
“You look quite rested,” Merlin drawled with a slight hiss at the end. It was that final hiss in his words that seemed to crawl up Arthur’s spine. The terror that most would flee from stood before him in the flesh.
Merlin walked around Arthur while Arthur eagerly followed the magnificent man with his timid gaze. Merlin had his hands crossed at the small of his back as he glided toward the table. With the faint fanning of his fingers, a large, high-back, upholstered chair appeared to the rear of the table. The chair as if knowing who it was meant for, slowly pivoted in the direction of Merlin like a turning dial. Merlin took a seat then the chair languorously rotated to face the table again.
The wizard crossed his legs, leisurely at best. Arthur could feel Merlin watching him. Boring holes into him. Like he was as limpid as water. The wizard cocked his head in deep study.
“So, Runt, are you ready for your first lesson? Do you have any questions before we get started?”
“Eh, I thought I was cured,” Arthur stated with a timorous tremble to his voice.
“No. You simply had a preliminary test.” Merlin glanced down at Arthur’s pants.
He could feel his thighs smolder in reaction to whatever the sorcerer was doing.
“I had to make sure…all of your parts…were in working order.”
“So, I didn’t harden? How was I able to—”
“No need for insignificant questions. It’s time to start.” Yet another dumb question was asked of the almighty Merlin. Fuck.
*Snap*
Within a flash, the once empty wooden chair was filled. A maiden—no—a woman of profound experience sat before him and her master. Hair as black as a winter’s night, cascaded down her breasts. Ample mounds of pallid flesh with blush hued nipples sitting atop. Her bosom was rising and falling in rapid succession. She was in need. Wanton. Heated. Her oval face with plump, rosy cheeks had a covering over her eyes to conceal her sight. She began to writhe and thrust about on the chair like an animal in heat. Her supple thighs spread apart as she curled her bare feet inward. Her mons was completely absent of hair, making Arthur gasp. He had never seen such a sight in his life.
*Snap*
Arthur was on all fours like a horse. His eyes, too, were shielded. Arthur knew he was still in the same room due to the exotic grumbles of the woman sitting in the chair. But being without sight was putting him in a panic. Within moments the room quieted, no more moans, no more panting. Deathly silence.
“Runt, I have a challenge for you.”
Arthur gulped.
“While you are in my charge, in my realm, you are to refer to me as master, as all my subjects do. Understood,” Merlin hissed.
“Yes.”
Arthur felt the searing burn of the riding crop to his rear. Even through thick pants, it left a sizzling ache. Shit, that was a wrong answer.
“Yes…master,” Arthur corrected and braced himself for more pain. Nothing.
“Good, now for your task.” Even though Arthur did not hear Merlin rise from his seat, Arthur could feel the movement of the air, the clapping of his boots to the hard floor. Merlin was circling him. And Arthur was on edge.
“Our beautiful friend is a maiden to a very prominent goddess so we shall treat her well. She has never encountered the flesh of a man. No one has broached her purity. As you have wondered, she is under a deep spell with a catch. Her body heat is rising, even as I speak. Your task and the only thing that can save her is to bring her to climax. Runt, you are to copulate our guest.”
“How should I do that, master?” Arthur asked as he heard the scraping of Merlin’s chair against the stone floor. “I can’t see her or harden.”
Merlin rumbled with laughter. “It’s simple, Runt, use your many talents of pleasure. Now with haste, make her scream. This is life…and…death.”
Shit.
Arthur stayed planted on all fours trying to devise a strategic plan. Wars, battles, and anything called of a ruler, he had been trained and knowledgeable but his current task was proving a mighty challenge. He felt like eons had passed, but he remembered there was no such thing as time in the magical realm. However, that did not do anything to calm his nerves.
Okay, Arthur, think, he said to himself. I have to make her come with haste. Life and death. But how? I can’t use my cock, that’s for sure. That leaves fingers and tongue. Tongue. That’s the show, good king.
Arthur felt great about his choice of tool for use, but his plan was non-existent. There was an alluring maiden sitting only a stone’s throw away. Supple. Delicious. Craving. But she was in danger. Only so much heat could be applied to a person or it w
ould end in disaster. It was imperative that he got to her. How? It was a very daunting question.
“Time is of the essence. I would hate to have to deliver bad news to her goddess if she perishes under your care, Runt.”
Me? How can this be blamed on me? His mind was like mush and the wizard was taunting him.
Arthur began to crawl forward. He was not sure if Merlin had altered his position in the room just to toy with him, but after moving forward for a moment, something changed in his heightened senses. His nose picked up a scent. It was faint, but it smelled of flowers in bloom. Pure and innocent. Unbroached. Arthur was in the right direction so he surged forward with urgency.
Once his face collided with her knee, Arthur took a moment to sneer in pain then he got to work. He brushed his cheek up against the feverish thighs of the maiden. She continued to contort with need. Her floral scent increase. The musk of this woman is intoxicating, Arthur thought.
His nose was the first thing to hit pay dirt. Her clitoris was a hardened nub. Extended enough for him to tickle it with his lips. She was already moist and ready. Arthur sat back on his haunches and sucked her stimulated flesh into his mouth with unabashed fervor. He suckled on her clit like a tit to a child. Even though she was stone quiet, Arthur could not contain his own moans of pleasure.
He wanted to savor the moment. Be one with her. Take his time. Time is of the essence echoed in his mind. He had to save her. Arthur parted her lips and dove his tongue deep into her depths. Like the sweetest of summer fruits she was filling him with her nectar, but it was not enough. He needed her cup to runneth over. The only way to complete the task was with a climax.
The maiden, still able to move even though mute, was bucking against him. Thrusting closer to his mouth. It was as if she wanted him to eat her alive. Sweet and untouched. Arthur could not sway his delight in pleasing her. Pleasing her? That was a new notion. He was the king. His subjects were to make life splendid for him. Now his task was to please another. That was it. Give onto others and maybe he will be cured from his terrible affliction.
Arthur sucked and licked into her tightness. Her slit was so liquefied that he was finding it difficult to keep a hold to her nub. Arthur inserted a finger into her. Feeling her snugness. She conformed to him. Then she almost levitated from the chair when she grabbed hold of his hair. With one final push against his finger, Arthur removed the intrusion and planted his tongue in the path of her undammed river.
Her scream was loud. Painstakingly audible. Grunts like a dying fox. Howls like a wolf. She stood causing Arthur to sit back further. It was no way in Hades that he was leaving her hot chasm void while it came. Drowning him with sweet suffocation. If it were his final breath…he was right where he needed to be.
*Snap*
Arthur fumbled forward into the chair. His eyes uncovered. The exotic virgin…gone. He was panting. Eyes watering because he had seen the heavens. Liquid gold she was. Instinctively, he wiped at his mouth for one last sip of her fruit. But there was nothing. Nothing at all. He was dry as a whistle. Left in dread to wonder if what happened had truly…happened. Then the deliberate claps of Merlin snapped him out of his daze.
Sitting in his chair, legs crossed, evil expression, Merlin smiled at Arthur with more than a glint. He was pleased. Proud even. What happened did in fact occur.
“Bravo, Runt, bravo!”
Chapter Five
After resting for a few moments, Arthur sat upright in his bed. His biggest wonder was why did he remain in the castle of Merlin the wizard. Up until that point, he had passed all of Merlin’s tests, so why was he still there? Arthur thought back on his life thinking that life in itself was the largest, incomplete test. He had not asked for his current situation. If he could go back and question teenage Arthur—pre-royalty Arthur—about his future life and what would have become of him; he probably would have said married with a small plot of land for farming. It was just that simple. A life of simplicity, a wife, and children. Arthur sighed. Yes, there would be children, he hoped, however at the current moment that word “child” was something more than offspring. It meant a new heir. A future king. A life not of his choosing. It almost seems unfair, Arthur thought.
“Nothing in life is truly fair. Life, itself, is a cruel thing to live through.”
Not to Arthur’s surprise, Merlin appeared in his chamber.
“Why am I still here?” Arthur mustered up the balls to ask of Merlin.
“Like I say, life is a cruel cunt of a bitch to muscle through. Sickness, wars, famine, love, loss, sex, and,” Merlin drawled on the word and then looked to Arthur, “its complications are all far too much for one man to handle. But we live. And handle all that is broached.”
Merlin paused his pace then turned on a dime at the foot of Arthur’s bed. His glare was questioning just as Arthur was seeking an answer from Merlin. “Why are you here, Runt?”
“That’s what I asked of you,” Arthur stated incredulous.
“Only I ask the questions. When I find my answers so shall you. So, why are you here?”
“I required your help—”
“For?” Merlin interrupted.
“Well with my situation,” Arthur fired back. His annoyance was starting to peak.
“And,” Merlin drawled, “what situation is that?”
When Merlin started to hiss his words, Arthur knew that he was being quizzed and if he knew better and valued his existence, the answer better be correct. The odd thing about it all was the fact that in the end, he would actually be answering his own original question of why he remained in Merlin’s realm.
“My cock won’t harden so I can’t produce an heir.” Arthur was becoming nervous because he knew that answer was not going to be the end of the discussion. Why, oh why, did I wake early with these ponderings?
“So you need an heir? I can conjure you an heir then all would be solved. The kingdom will live on!” Merlin’s voice boomed through the room and probably the entire castle as if he was making a major declaration.
“No…it’s not that simple…master.” Arthur was still getting used to the title.
“Why is it not? I am a powerful wizard, actually the strongest in the world. I can make anything happen.”
“I can’t have you zap a baby into my arms—”
“Can’t…won’t…don’t?” Merlin chimed.
“I don’t want you to…I mean…I want to do it on my own. The natural way. Plus the end result won’t fix the initial issue.”
“And why can’t you?”
“Again, my cock won’t harden, therefore, I cannot produce an heir.”
Merlin began to pace again while rubbing at his chin in presumed deep thought. With the fanning of his fingers, a wand about the length of a sword appeared. Merlin was not much for the stereotypical garbs and tools of his trade—wizardry—however, he did, on rare occasions, utilize a wand mostly for fine-tuned direction of his magic.
He faced Arthur again and with a quick swirl of the wand Arthur’s bedding and bed clothes had vanished.
Arthur hunched up toward the wall of the bed. His legs were gaped and he did not know whether to cover himself or just let it all be. Before he could determine the best course, Merlin reached forward and tapped he wand on Arthur’s shaft. A tingling feeling soared through his vessels like pin pricks of hot lava. The surge started faintly from his head then worked its way over his chest right to his loins. Hot delicious heat radiated from within, itching its way up to the tip of penile flesh. Then like the rising of a flag, his staff, his scepter, Excalibur turned to stone.
“My cock…my cock…my fucking, bloody dick is hard as bloody stone! Woo hoo!” Arthur was bouncing on his bed in ecstatic glee. “I’m cured…I’m cured!” Stiff as cured sausage, Arthur was hard and standing tall. Fixed. Uninjured and ready to work. It was the greatest celebration of his life. Camelot was nothing. Winning battles…nothing. But producing the most beautiful hard-on of his existence was the greatest accomplishment ever.
Arthur was so distracted with thoughts of finally leaving the horrendously torturous realm of Merlin because he no longer had a problem to solve that he did not notice Merlin’s sinister grumble that turned into a diabolical laugh.
*Snap*
Gone. It was gone. Soft. Limp. Void of life. His hardness that was ready to impale a harem of viable ladies in waiting had vanished.
“Now, back to our original conversation. Life is hard. Sometimes we don’t know our true failures outside of the glow of success.”
“My cock is gone,” Arthur murmur toward his lap. It was mournful to see it go. Victory was snatched away in a quick breath. Yes, failure. He had failed not only himself, but his people. Britain.
“Don’t be doltish, Runt.” Merlin began to glide around the room again. Just as his erection, the wand had vanished, and Merlin was about to deliver the meaning in the lesson. There was always some type of small punishment that he handed down in order for Arthur to grasp the moral. This time, his erection and overall sanity had suffered.
“I will assure you that you have all of your working parts still attached.” Merlin gave Arthur a quick once over with his cold glare. “What you saw was pure magic. You…did nothing to produce what you thought was the cure to your ailment.”
Merlin moved about the room again. Arthur found himself at a loss for words. His world had been shattered. Hell, he felt as if he was back, many years in the ghastly past. Only days away from begging in the streets he was. A peasant. A pauper. There were no dreams of grandeur. Just life. Hard, gruesome, wretched life.
“What we have here, Runt, is a quandary with no foreseeable resolution without one vital key.” Merlin faced Arthur. “You.”
“Me?”
“You, Runt, are blinded by your success. An ill-gotten triumph that, let’s face it, any man could have achieved. But that is all a moot point. What I’m trying to illustrate here is…just as a celebration received with a mere erection that was ill-gotten, you forgot the original issue of…why. Why are you here? What is your problem? How did it occur?” Merlin quirked an eyebrow at Arthur. Oh, shit, time to answer.
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