Dreamed and Damned

TITLE: Dreamed And Damned

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Merlin (BBC)

SHIP: Merlin / Nimueh

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Smut

SPOILERS: Season One

UNIVERSE: Merlin gets a visit from Nimueh that he won't soon forget, even if he might want to.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Merlin. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the creators, writers and producers of the show. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

It was unseasonably hot in Camelot and it had been for days. Tempers were starting to fray under the sweltering heat and his day had been one confrontation after another, most of them involving Arthur, whose mood was utterly fowl as he had to run around in full armor, in the heat, searching for what Uther insisted had to be the sorcerous source of the heat wave. It was late before Arthur gave him leave to retire and he had to scrounge what he could from the kitchen for dinner when he found no food and a note from Gaius saying he been called away to treat several people with severe sunburns, sunstroke and dehydration.

Merlin sighed and stripped off his tunic. He threw the window to his small room as wide as it would go, hoping to create some kind of airflow in the small space, but there wasn't the slightest breeze for him to even manipulate with his magic if he were inclined to put it to such a frivolous use. He sat down on the edge of his cot and removed his boots and then got up and removed his trousers as well. He usually slept in his clothes, but it simply was too hot. He was tempted to remove his loincloth as well, but with the door to his room open to get what air he could in the stifling atmosphere he decided against it in the name of propriety.

He settled onto his cot, discarding the blanket. It felt hot, scratchy and itchy against his sweaty skin. He tossed and turned for a while, unable to get comfortable, but finally the day's exertions caught up with him and he drifted off to sleep. Something intruded on his sleep, bringing him to consciousness with a tingle creeping up his. He was lying on his side and he cracked his eyes open. The moon was full and shone brightly through his wide-open window painting everything in shades of pale blue and black. He couldn't see anything amiss, but the feeling persisted. He felt an impossibly chill waft of air hit his back and heard a faint rushing noise. He rolled onto his back and rapidly shifted backward until his back came up against the wall as he saw a dim shape, slightly darker than the shadows.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked the shadowy figure as moments ticked by. "Aereth Illuminari." The stranger whispered and the candles lit themselves. Merlin narrows his eyes to protect his vision against the sudden brightness, but it was a moment before he could discern the robed and hooded figure. "Nimueh!" he gasped as a pale hand brushed back a blue velvet hood to reveal a cascade of dark curls that framed soft, striking, alabaster features with large, clear and penetrating cobalt eyes and full smiling lips. "At your service, Merlin." She said with a soft laugh and a flash of straight white teeth.

"Is this heat wave your doing?" he asked suspiciously. "No... Neither man nor magick had a hand in this. Maybe it is just Mother Nature showing her displeasure, who knows... It will pass soon enough. You must simply endure." She replied. "I don't believe you." He told her, his eyes darting passed her to the door and calculating his chance of getting through it before she struck. He knew how powerful and dangerous she was. He thought he might be more powerful than she was, but he could not hope to match her knowledge of Magick, not now and not for a long time yet to come. "Of course you don't." she announced with a musical tinkle of laughter.

"What do you want, Nimueh?" he asked again as her eyes seemed to follow his. She chuckled and with a negligent wave of her hand and a whispered word, the door to his room shut with a gentle thump. He tensed, she had him trapped and he could feel his heart starting to speed up and it was only be force of will that his breathing remained steady. A trickle of sweat ran down his spine as the silence stretched out between them and neither made a move.

"What do I want? That, is an interesting question. On a grander scale it would be to see Uther and Arthur dead, Camelot ruined and have magick once again take its rightful place in this land." She mused, untying the clasp at the throat of her cloak and letting it fall to the ground reveal a flowing, paler blue gown of what Merlin guessed was silk. "But for tonight and to that end, what I want, is you." She informed him, gracefully stepping closer to his cot.

Despite the heat, a shiver ran through him as her cool, intense blue eyes bore into his. He needed to escape, but didn't know how, his shoulder blades pushing against the wall behind the head of his cot. "You intrigue me almost as much as you irk me, Merlin. You are as much a creature of magick as I am; yet you serve the son of one who has all but hunted our kind to extinction. Who would kill you with impunity should he discover your true nature. You have great power and even greater potential, yet you play the role of servant. You are an enigma, wrapped in a mystery surrounded by a riddle. You appose me and thwart my plans at every turn when all I want is to restore our heritage. I should hate you... Should kill you here and now, but I don't and I shan't, for that would make me no better than Uther. So tonight, all I want... is you." She re-iterated.

Merlin frowned. She had moved closer to him as she spoke, her hands working at the laces at the low neck of her gown, freeing them. He watched, unblinking as she stopped at the foot of his cot and with long, slender fingers pushed the gown off one creamy shoulder and then the other. Merlin felt his jaw drop and he gaped as the gown slid sinuously down her form to pool around her feet and reveal that she wore nothing underneath. His eyes slid over her voluptuous, pale nudity, noting her smooth, shapely legs, the lush curve of her hips flowing into her tapered waist, her toned belly above a triangular nest of dark curls, the shallow valleys and tiny ridges of her ribcage that led up to the full, oval globes of her breasts with pink, upturned nipples, perched atop slightly darker, puffy discs. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed to wet his dry throat and licked his lips to wet those too as his loincloth became uncomfortably tight and restrictive as his dick twitched and rapidly hardened and grew in response to her naked beauty.

He laughed suddenly, shaking his head and relaxed. "I'm dreaming... This is a dream." He chortled, seeing a frown mar her exquisite feature. "I must have got too much sun and this is a fever dream." He explained. Her fine eyebrow raised and arched. "A dream?" she mused. "Yes." He confirmed, relaxing and smiling with the comfort and safety of his conclusion, although his erection now throbbed as it tented the front of his loincloth. "Why not?" she said more to herself than him, nodding her head slightly, making her lustrous wealth of dark curls shift around her face in an ebon halo.

"My body pleases you?" she queried in a low sultry voice, slowly running her hands up her thighs, over her flat stomach and higher to cup the lower curve of her breasts before leaning slightly forward as if offering them to him. "Yes. You are a very beautiful woman." He replied honestly. Letting his eyes drink in that beauty. Merlin's dick lurched, and he felt slippery moisture slip from him to soak into his loincloth. "This could be nothing other than a dream, an amazing, otherworldly dream. Maybe sunstroke isn't such a bad thing after all." He told himself as Nimueh, his enemy, crawled onto his cot, a naked vision of feminine perfection, to straddle his legs. He was impressed by his imagination as even in the sweltering the heat, he could still feel the warmth radiating off her smooth skin.

Her slender fingers nimbly undid his loincloth to his relief and excitement. He didn't know why it was Nimueh and not Gwen or even Morgana starring in his dream, but he didn't particularly care as the sorceress wrapped her hand around the base of his hard, throbbing cock. "I see you are mightily pleased... and so am I." she commented her startling blue eye somehow twinkling in the low light and just the tip of her pink tongue peeked out to slide across the ruby expanse of her full lower lip.

Merlin groaned his hand reaching for hers, but pausing short of his objective as he realized he didn't know if wanted to stop her or encourage her as she skimmed her loose fist slowly up and then down his length. "You've never been with a woman before, have you?" she queried, her head tilting slightly, her hair becoming a cascading waterfall over one of her creamy shoulders as she transferred her gaze from his to her hand slowly jacking his manhood, slightly twisting and spreading his natural lube over his twitching member. He shakes his head slowly, groaning before he can verbally answer in the negative. "Then, this will be a truly memorable... dream, My Young Merlin. She informed him as she leaned forward.

His breath hitches as he feels the warmth of her breath and then the liquid heat of her lips surround the head of his throbbing manhood. He watches as her dark curls cascade forward in a raven avalanche obscuring her piercing azure orbs and her mouth slowly sliding down his dick before his eyes flutter closed with the pleasurable, warm, pressure and friction of her lips and swirling tongue descending on him. His hands reach out blindly and find those soft, lustrous curls, his fingers winding into them as her head starts to bob, sliding her lips up and down his sensitized skin.

Her hand caressed the lower part of his shaft as well as his balls while she sucked at his skin and her tongue slithered and swirled drawing abstract patterns on his throbbing flesh. Merlin's butt clenched and his hips bucked without his consent, but she adjusted, her firm grip halting the excesses of his movement. He forced his eyes open and raked the dark curtain of her hair out of her face, piling it above her head so that he could watched her in amazed awe able to connect her actions to the sensations she sent washing through him. He felt himself start to peak and then he gasped in pain as her grip tightened on him like a vice. The pain and the sudden restriction jarred him out of his release although his balls lurched mightily and he found himself panting.

He didn't stop her, letting his hands come free of her hair as she lifted her head. She whispered a string of sibilant words over his cock that he couldn't quite catch as a shiver tickled his spine when her warm breath strangely chilled the saliva she had thoroughly coated his manhood with. She planted a soft kiss on the tip of his dick and then rose up onto her knees and shuffled forward until she was poised over him. His hands slid onto her hips of their own accord, sliding up to rest on the curve where they merges with her tapered waist, his fingers flexing and testing the smooth, alabaster skin and finding the muscles firm and toned beneath.

Nimueh's eyelids lowered slightly and he felt the heat of her sex bathe his dick head a moment before it was drawn through her slick folds and she guided him to her entrance. He saw her eyes close for a moment and then snap open her intense blue eyes trapping his darker ones. He felt memorized and wanted to drown in those clear blue pools Her breasts rose as she took a deep breath, the pink pebbles of her nipples somehow managing to break the hypnotic allure of deep, sparkling orbs of her eyes. Merlin sucked in a hissed breath and let it out in a moan; his hands tightening on her skin a she lowered herself onto him.

She sank down and her hot, slick, but tight flesh surrounded him in its snug embrace. Her flesh seemed to fight her will, clutching at his shaft, slowing her downward plunge, but not managing to stop it. Merlin brought his legs up, bending them until his feet were flat on the straw filled mattress and then drove his hips up. His cock surged up into her, lancing through her flexing grip with fiery friction and drew a soft, gasped cry from her ruby lips. She leant forward, changing the angle of his penetration slightly, her fingers splaying out on his chest, steadying her as her crotch connected with his and after a moment his ass settled back onto the mattress under her weight and urging.

Nimueh tossed her head back, flicking her wild, dark mane out of her face and he felt the ten points of her nails dig lightly into the skin of his chest as she shifted, squirming as her sex rippled and flexed around him. She circled her hips slowly, moving him inside her, sending tendrils of electric energy sparking into his balls and pleasure snaking up his spine. He undulated under her in response and the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile. Merlin followed her lead as she slowly increased the range of their movements until she was rhythmically riding his length with him moving in counterpoint so that the moved apart and slammed together with their combined strength.

Her flesh was the most exquisite caress as it slid down and dragged its way up his shaft, flexing and clutching and squeezing against his pulsing shaft. Each stroke sent a crackle of tingling pleasure arching into his churning balls and out along his nerves. One of her hands reached for his and took it from her hip, guided it over the slight ridges and valleys of her ribs and to the smooth, firm globe of her breast. He weighed, cupped, fondled and explored the pliable flesh and his fingers found the hard pebble of her nipple, noting the marginally rougher texture. He fleetingly wondered where his subconscious was getting all the amazing details from, but thoughts were hard to hold onto with all the wonderful sensations he was feeling as Nimueh rode his shaft with a steady rhythm and measured pace.

Merlin leaned forward as she did and pressed his lips to hers. She froze and unbelievably her big blue eyes grew even larger. She sighed, her soft lips vibrating against his before parting them and inviting him to deepen the kiss as the sudden tension faded from her and she started to move once more. They adjusted themselves so that he was sitting, their arms wrapped around each other as she rocked and circled her hips to keep him moving, yet still buried in her core as they exchanged hungry kisses. Her lips tasted of raspberries and her tongue, sweet like honey dueled with his, her fingers winding through his hair and her nails testing the muscles of his shoulders and back as they found their rhythm again.

She dragged her lips off his and her hand cupped the back of his head, her eyes holding his gaze. "You're better at this than I expected." She complimented him before she angled herself backwards and guided his face downward. He tasted salt on her smooth, milky skin, his eyes now picking up the fine drops of sweat that misted it while he pressed his lips to it and swiped his tongue over her chest. Her skin smelled of vanilla, lavender and cinnamon, a heady, intoxicating perfume that had him inhaling heavily as she buried his nose in the shadowed valley of her cleavage. He heard her moan above him when he found her nipple and suckled at it, testing its resilience with lightly nipping teeth before moving on to the other.

Nimueh started to move faster and he kept pace as best he could. Her dark hair rose and fell just out of sync with her movement in tumbling obsidian waves. Her breasts did the same, the one he was not paying attention to lightly brushing his cheek, her nipple tickling his ear seeming almost impatient for its turn. He let go of her, placing his hands on the mattress behind him to give himself some extra leverage to thrust up into her as she plunged down. Soft, pleasurable cries puffed from her lips to mingle with the slap of her body colliding with his. "So much better than expected." She repeated with a deep, throaty laugh.

Merlin lifted his lips from her breasts, panting, finding it hard to find enough air to fuel his straining muscles as his heart hammering against his ribs, his blood pounding in his ears. "Gods, you feel so amazing, so real." He admitted with awe in his voice and her deep throaty laugh echoed wildly in his tiny room. She was a picture of wild, wanton abandon as she moved faster and with more force with lips parted and straight, white teeth bared. Red ovals marred her porcelain skin where he had sucked too enthusiastically and her she glistened with sweat in as he did in the shifting light of the candles. His nerves sang with the continuous surges of ecstasy she created in him. He felt the tension in him racing toward breaking point, his endurance reaching its limits, his muscles staying tensed longer, twitching and taut than they did relaxed. His balls felt heavy and tight, pulsing with the need for release.

She slammed down on him, grinding herself hard on and against him with rolling hips and he gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw and breathing heavily through his nose as he nearly lost what little control he had. "Just... Just a little longer, my strong, dreaming Merlin. Just... " She promised, her words ending in a drawn out moan as she rose up his length until he was just barely inside her. She plunged down with a sharp gasp and then threw her head back and cried out, Her sex locked around him, a squeezing, flexing, contracting vice that tested the very solidity of his manhood even as he felt another heavy wave of liquid heat bathe him. Her back arched, her breasts pointing heavenward as did her face and she seemed to vibrate with tension. Her nails raked across his shoulders with enough force to rend skin and draw blood and he cried out in pain and surprise and then cried out again, longer and louder as his hips bucked, his cock expanding against her crushing grip before pulsing and expelling spurt after heavy spurt of his essence. He swore he heard his spine crack and grind together as his back arched into a taut bow, his stomach pressing against her, feeling it shudder.

Merlin felt his fingers tear into the fabric that encased the straw of his mattress as his hands clenched. His climax was a wild, rampaging beast, roaring through his body, overloading his senses with searing, sparking delight as his hips continued to hump and he pumped his seed into Nimueh whose snatch now rippled, eagerly milking him of every last drop. His eyes were blurry with being open so wide and he felt light headed with lack of oxygen although he was desperately gulping in as much air as he could manage.

Nimueh's cry took on a strange lilting cadence and had already begun to fade when his sex-addled brain realized it had contained words. He felt a sharp little pain in his chest, like his heart suddenly skipped a beat and a deep sonorous bell seemed to sound in his ears before all his strength suddenly seemed to evaporate. He slumped back onto the bed as she released him, completely drained with his chest heaving. She seemed to tower over him now, beautiful and terribly powerful as he felt himself start to shrink from inside her. Her long, slender fingers gently caressed her abdomen, her expression contemplative and searching and then she literally beamed with satisfaction. His breath hitched as she tensed herself around him, squeezing his softening dick before she rose up and let him slip free.

He felt weak and weary, his eyes heavy, his body demanding rest even as his mind reveled in, memorized and tried to process everything he had just experienced. She leaned forwards, placing her hands on either side of his head, lowering her face until it was poised over his. Her dark tresses tumbled forward, forming a sweet scented curtain around them. "Thank you, Merlin. That was very enjoyable. I had not thought my mission would be quite so... satisfying and it is easier if both parties climax." She told him, her voice low and honeyed, her breath tickling his lips hotly as they hovered over his. Her eyes seemed to glow in the dimness created by her curtain of hair. "It? Sex?" he queried befuddled and confused, slumber tugging at his consciousness. She chuckled, a strangely warm sound. "Yes, but not just sex my innocent Merlin. It helps when conceiving a child as well. My calculations were precise, but there is always an element of chance in such things. Our son will be stronger than both of us when his time comes." She told him.

Merlin's eyes snapped wide as the import of her words struck him and his lips opened to refute them, but she cut him off by crushing her lips to his. Her kiss was short, but intense and hungrily probing and he had to draw a breath to speak when she pulled back, but she was faster than him. "Slumbrisio." She commanded in a strident whisper and the last thing he saw were her flashing cerulean eyes before everything faded to black.

Merlin woke with a start as the shutter on his window slammed into the wall with a loud crash. He shivered, goose flesh rising on his skin as rain drops pelted through the wide-open window. He shot off his cot to shut the window and groaned as his muscles complained as if he had done a full day's hard labor in the fields. He stumbled, but managed to catch himself and then secure the window. He peered through the murky glass finding the sky was a darker grey mass above the sheet of cooling, desperately needed rain that blackened the stones of Camelot. He shivered and realized he was naked.

He turned slowly, looking at his room as vivid memories clamored at his mind. His loincloth lay on the floor next to his bed, his door was closed and latched and the candles were burned down to nubs. Merlin slowly reached over his shoulder and winced as his probing fingers sparked stinging fire when they found Nimeuh's scratches. He sat down heavily on the bed, grabbed his blanket off the floor and wrapped it around his shoulders, wincing again as it made contact with the scratches before lowering his head into his hands. "Ye Gods, help me. What have I done? That was no dream." He lamented.

THE END