[fic] Once - Uther/Morgana
Title: Once
Author: liquidloz
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Uther/Morgana
Rating: M for rough sex and language, woo!
Summary: PWP based on a personal fantasy of mine ;)
Notes: Apologies in advance for any inaccuracies, I’ve never written Merlin fic before!
Uther was wading through papers when Morgana entered the room. She was the only person who dared enter without his permission so he knew it was her without even looking up. After nodding to the guards to close the door behind her, she slipped between the pillars keeping her gaze fixed on him. She watched as he tossed the piece of parchment he was reading to the side and slammed his fist on the tabletop.
Uther was a complicated man and Morgana knew it. Years of being by his side she was well aware of his temper and knew exactly what he was capable of. Despite that, she yearned for him to take his frustrations out on her, to have him push her roughly against the stone pillars and fuck her for all she was worth. He was well owed a release and she was going to rectify that.
Morgana sauntered over and perched on the table in front of him, gently placing her hand over his. He raised his head to look at her, but his eyes held no emotion.
"What are you doing Morgana? Surely you can see I am extremely busy.” Uther sighed, leaning back into his chair.
“My Lord it is late, I was curious as to why you are still up at this hour.” Ever so slowly she scooted in front of him.
“Morgana,” his annoyance clear in his tone.“Leave me, is it not obvious to you that I am not in the mood for conversation?”
“Is it not obvious to you that I am not here for conversation?” Morgana grinned and began to roll her dress up, placing her bare leg on the arm of his chair. She leant back to show him her lack of undergarments, unable to hold back the giggle that escaped her as he swallowed audibly.
In one swift movement, he stood and gripped her arms, gloved fingers pressing roughly through her dress. He pulled her up fiercely and held her against him, breathing heavily.
“Do not tempt me like a common whore, Morgana,” he spat, his eyes ablaze. She smirked, leaning forward so they were mere inches apart.
“Do not pretend you don’t enjoy it, Uther,” she whispered and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
Uther pulled back and slapped her hard, sending tears to her eyes. He watched as she furiously wiped them away and held his gaze. He leaned closer again, breathing heavily against her reddened cheek. Gently running his gloved fingers over her lips, he whispered hoarsely into her ear.
“Is that what you want Morgana? You want me to fuck you?” She nodded shakily, the ache between her legs almost too much to bear.
Uther slid his hand to the back of her neck and turned her so her back was to him. Kicking the chair back, he forced her down onto the table, his free hand frantically pulling up her dress. Running a finger over her bare cunt, he leaned over to whisper in her ear again.
“You will only get this once, do you understand?” Morgana moaned as he slipped a finger between her folds, gently teasing her. He quickened the pace, inserting another finger as her cries increased. Uther ran his tongue wildly along her neck, tasting her sweat-drenched skin. He strained as she moaned again, every cry of pleasure from her going directly to his groin. Withdrawing his fingers he released his grip on her momentarily to make quick work of his belt. Morgana sighed at the loss between her legs and struggled to push herself up.
His cock freed, he forced her down again and slid into her with one quick thrust, their moans echoing around the stone room. She wasn’t a virgin, he noted, but it did not surprise him. Morgana was promiscuous to say the least and he knew a lot of the young knights followed her around the castle. Still it angered him that he was not the first to bring pleasure to his ward. He withdrew completely, thrusting in again with slightly more force to punctuate his anger.
Uther began a fast pace, determined not to go easy on her. To his surprise, Morgana thrust back equally hard and willing, her cries rapidly increasing. There was something so perversely wonderful about him bending her over and fucking her like a dog on the very table they ate on and she couldn’t get enough. She could feel the pleasure building as his cock slammed into her, the table creaking beneath her with the force. His small grunts combined with the frantic slapping of skin on skin were like delicious music to her ears.
Uther chuckled as Morgana writhed before him, so close to climax. He knew he wouldn’t last long himself but he was determined to hold out until she did. He looked down, watching her exquisite cunt engulfing his cock... God he wouldn’t forget this night in a hurry. As he felt his balls tighten, he hurriedly slipped his free hand between her legs to find her clit and rubbed her frantically. It was her tipping point and Morgana exploded in a rush of ecstasy, waves of pleasure flooding over her. Uther soon joined her, spilling his seed deep into her cunt as he shouted her name. They slowly came down together, their cries eventually dying out.
It wasn’t long before Uther pulled out of her and made himself presentable. Morgana moaned at the loss but refused to move. She wanted to linger in the moment, to memorise every detail of his sweet cock piercing deep into her.
“Morgana, you must leave now,” She sighed, already missing his precious grunts of ecstasy. She pushed herself up and off the table, arranging her dress in a presentable fashion. Uther had picked up the chair and was busying himself with his papers again. He looked up and they shared a nod before she turned to leave.