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    27-year-old Alpha Prince Arthur has been married off to 16-year-old Druid Prince Merlin to unite their kingdoms.

    Meeting for the first time at dawn to be handfasted by the customs of Merlin’s druid people - and expected to mate that night by the customs of Arthur's wolf-people - neither prince is best pleased by the situation. Tomorrow they will belong to each other in body and soul.

    Turns out, married life's not so bad ...

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    .....no comment, just read XD

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  20. 29 Jun 2019

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    A great Druid!Merlin/Arthur arranged marriage fic. I like that the sex takes months to actually be fully pleasurable as the "suddenly halfway through the first time, it stops being painful and every time thereafter is pure bliss" kind of gets to me with how unrealistic it is (anal is a little bit painful, even when it adds to the experience as additional sensation for the experienced).

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    Merlin’s face is pressed into another pillow which he’s clinging to tightly. His body is tense. Arthur kneels behind him, getting his cock into position, and then strokes his back, the curls at the nape of his neck, bends down to lick his spine. He keeps up his ministrations until Merlin is soft and pliant, rutting a little against the pillow, face turned to one side, the picture of open vulnerability. Arthur holds his hips and lines up. “Easy now,” he murmurs, pushing himself in, slowly but steadily until he’s buried inside Merlin to the root. He looks down at where their bodies are joined, his cock deep inside his lover, and is struck, for the first time, by the intimacy of this act. He’s never much noticed with previous lovers. Merlin’s face is scrunched up, his fists squeezing the sheets tightly, his eyes veering from being screwed shut to blinking emptily at the sheets in front of him. He strokes Merlin’s flanks and pumps against him a little, letting him adjust to the sensation. “Ready?” he asks, leaning forwards over Merlin’s narrow body and pressing him into the sheets, his weight a reassuring presence.

    “No,” Merlin grimaces, “but I’d rather just get this over with.” Arthur nods and begins to push in and out of Merlin’s body as gently as he can, cradling his body in his arms, licking his neck, feeling his wolf begin to respond to his actions, his need to rut and claim beginning to cloud his mind. He pulls back and lifts Merlin to sit on his lap, chest to Arthur’s back, and then lifts him up - feather light - and slams him down on his cock, over and over and over, until Merlin’s staunch facade crumbles and he’s crying out, face crumpled with pain, and then Arthur’s knot begins to grow so he thrusts the base of his cock inside Merlin quickly so that it can grow inside him and stretch him open naturally. Merlin screams through gritted teeth as the knot pops inside him, shaking in Arthur’s arms, but Arthur’s too far gone to stop now; he’s found the pulse point at the base of Merlin’s throat, lowered his canines, and is slowly sinking teeth into his flesh as he begins to pump Merlin full of semen. When he’s drunk his fill of blood, he licks Merlin’s throat and lowers them to the bed, spooning, arms wrapped around Merlin securely whilst they’re tied, Merlin being filled over and over with fresh come, stomach slowly expanding from it.

    “We’re mated,” Arthur smiles against his mate’s throat, rubbing his swollen belly, pulsing from the fresh wave being pumped into it, licking his bleeding mating mark. Merlin nods in some sort of daze.

    “I can feel your energy now,” he whispers. Arthur turns his face around and kisses him, brushing away the tears on his cheeks. Merlin parts his lips and lets Arthur’s tongue explore, languidly tangle with his. Arthur draws back.

    “How much pain?” he asks, concerned. Merlin closes his eyes and turns his face back to his pillow.

    “A lot,” he admits, without accusation. “I am told it will get easier.”

    “Who says there will be a next time?” Arthur teases him. He can’t see Merlin’s face, but Merlin shrugs one bony shoulder.

    “There will be a next time,” he says certainly. “You’re going to fall deeply - and frankly quite annoyingly - in love with me and insist on mating me for hours every night, every morning, run late for training every day. Your father’s quite put out about the whole thing. I enjoy that part.” Arthur’s eyebrows raise two inches and he stares at the side of Merlin’s face.

    “Are you a soothsayer?” he asks, surprised. Merlin shrugs again.
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    He climbs onto Arthur and draws his face, his mouth, down to where he wants its attention; his own lips, his nipples, his cock. Arthur rewards him for his courage, every time. He flushes at the slightest attention, pink wonder spreading like spilt ink across his silk skin, gasps and soft groans and powerless keens escaping from his lips when he’s really lost himself. There’s still the pain that Merlin’s adjusting to as a sensation mixed with pleasure; he doesn’t always enjoy it, Arthur can tell. But he keeps trying, and that means the world to Arthur. And as he gets braver, once Arthur has extinguished the candles, he allows himself by the light of the dying embers to explore Arthur’s body too. Arthur finds his experimental attentions strangely and intensely erotic; like he’s an unsolved puzzle that Merlin’s piecing together

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