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The training yard slowly emptied as Arthur sent the last of his Knights away. Today had been a brutal day, the extreme summer heat hasn’t prevented the Prince from pushing everyone – Including himself – to the limit, his tunic clung to his chest like a second skin, dark patches of sweat under his arms and across his pecs.
Merlin stood by the armory entrance, a water jug in hand and a mocking remark on the tip of his tongue. Yet, he didn’t speak when his master approached, he saw the expression on Arthur’s face and knew he was about to use his tongue for something far different than to make remarks.
Arthur strode past him and into the armory without saying a word shoulder clipping Merlin’s deliberately as he went.
The smell of him hit the Warlock instantly, salty, musky, masculine… Ripe from a full day of exertion in the yard.
His cock twitched in his breeches as the door to the armory closed. He stood there, hard as a rock as he waited for Arthur to come back.
Luckily he wouldn’t have to wait long, Arthur had only discarded his armor, he still wore his sweat-soaked clothes.
The Prince left the armory and grabbed the jug from Merlin’s hand, drinking directly from it and not from the cup his servant had with him.
“Come.” He barked for Merlin to follow, not once looking back.
Inside Arthur’s chambers the air was warmer, stiller. The blonde placed the jug on the table and ordered Merlin to close to the door.
“Strip,” Arthur said once the door was closed. Voice rough from shouting orders all afternoon. “Everything. Now.”
Merlin didn’t hesitate. Tunic, neckerchief, trousers, boots, all of it gone in less than thirty seconds. He stood naked, hard cock pointing at the ceiling, his whole body flushed red.
Arthur was still fully dressed, watching his beautiful manservant with half-lidded eyes.
“On your knees.”
Merlin dropped.
Arthur stepped closer until his boot nudged Merlin’s thigh. He reached down, grabbed a fistful of dark hair, and yanked Merlin’s head back so that he had to look up.
“You smell like me already,” Arthur muttered, thumb dragging over Merlin’s bottom lip. It was true, with how much time they spent together and the fact that Merlin performed his ‘Cleaning Duties’ at least once a week, the Royal’s scent clung to the servant permanently, like a claim that can’t be washed away. “But you’re gonna reek of me by the time I’m done.”
Merlin’s breath hitched. “Yes, sire.”
Arthur let go of his hair and started peeling off his own clothes – Slowly, because he knew Merlin was watching every movement.
The tunic came off first, it made a wet slapping sound when it hit the floor, that’s how drenched in sweat it was. The undershirt was next, revealing his flushed chest and hard nipples, a thick trail of sweat running down the center of his sternum and disappearing into the dark blond hair below his navel.
He lifted one arm, exposing his hairy armpit.
“Start here.”
Merlin surged forwards like a starving man in a banquet. He pressed his face straight into that hot, wet skin, breathing in the man’s overwhelming scent.
The servant dragged his tongue up the hairy pit, tasting the salt and powerful musk. There’s a taste so uniquely ‘Arthur’ that exploded on his tongue, making Merlin’s hard cock leak pre-cum.
“Fuck...” The Prince groaned, his free hand wrapping around the back of Merlin’s head, pressing him harder against the pit. “Lick it clean, get every last drop of sweat.”
Merlin moaned into the skin, tongue working in long, greedy stripes. He sucked the hairs, drinking his master’s sweat, and once he was done he moved to the other armpit, nuzzling it.
“Gods, you love it, don’t you?” Arthur grunted. “You fucking love being my dirty little bitch, don’t you?”
Merlin could only whimper in agreement, face buried in the armpit, tongue lapping desperately.
When Arthur was satisfied, he shoved Merlin back to his knees.
“Boots.”
Merlin’s hands shook as he unlaced them. Arthur lifted one foot, then the other, letting his servant tug the leather boots free. The socks underneath were completely soaked with sweat, the Prince peeled them off himself, throwing them aside as the smell permeated the air.
He planted one bare foot on Merlin’s chest, toes curling against his skin.
“Sniff.” The blonde man ordered.
Merlin leaned in, pressing his nose against the sole, sniffing loudly. The smell was pungent and sharp, overwhelming to the senses. The manservant inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut.
Arthur smirked at the sight of him. “Look at you, pathetic… Now, lick it.”
Merlin’s tongue dragged from the heel to the toes, slow and throughout. He sucked each toe into his mouth, one after another, swirling his tongue around them like they were the best thing he’d ever tasted. Arthur’s breathing got heavier, stroking himself through his trousers.
“The other one now.”
The Warlock gave it the same treatment. By the time Merlin was finished, his lips were swollen, chin wet, and his cock was dripping steadily onto the floor.
Pulling back, Arthur finally shoved down his trousers. His cock sprang free, thick, dark and already slick from the sweat. A cloud of musk emanating from the dark blonde pubes crowning the tool.
He grabbed a handful of Merlin’s hair, “Up!”
Merlin scrambled to his knees properly, mouth open even before his master ordered it.
Arthur didn’t waste any time, thrusting his cock past Merlin’s luscious lips, not stopping until he hit the back of the servant’s throat.
Merlin gagged around it, eyes watering, but he didn’t dare to pull back… He never did, no matter how brutal or violent Arthur became.
“That’s it!” Arthur growled, throwing his head back. “Take it all, choke on my fat cock like the good little whore you are!”
He buried himself to the hilt down Merlin’s throat, he let his cock rest there for a few moments before he started fucking the servant’s sweet mouth with short but brutal thrusts.
Merlin’s hands gripped the Prince’s thighs, fingers digging into his muscles, holding onto Arthur while the man used him. He wasn’t gentle, he never was when he was this wound up.
“Look at you… So eager to please me!” Arthur panted. “Gagging on my cock like you’re made for this.”
Merlin moaned around the length, the vibrations sending sparks up Arthur’s spine.
Arthur pulled out suddenly, cock slick and shining with spit. He turned, braced one hand on the table, and bent just enough.
“Get in there.” He ordered.
Merlin didn’t need to be told twice.
He buried his face in between Arthur’s ass cheeks, his nose pressed right against the tight ring of muscles. The smell was raw and raunchy, pure sex and sweat. He licked a broad stripe from the taint to the puckering hole, then pointed his tongue and pushed inside.
Arthur swore loudly. “Fuck! Deeper, Merlin. Eat my asshole like you mean it.”
Merlin did as told, eagerly so. He licked, sucked and tongued the hairy entrance until Arthur was rocking back against his face, moaning loudly as his free hand reached back to spread his cheeks wider.
“Gods, you love this, don’t you? Fucking disgusting.” Arthur breathed out, his voice wrecked with pleasure. “Fuck, you’re filthy. My filthy manservant.”
He let Merlin work him open for another minute or so, before he pulled away, turned and shoved his whole cock back into the Warlock’s mouth.
This time he didn’t hold back.
He fucked Merlin’s throat hard, his balls slapping wetly against the servant’s chin with each thrust.
Tears streamed down Merlin’s eyes, he needed to breathe, but he didn’t try to push Arthur away, letting the man use him without any regards for his comfort.
“Dammit! Gonna come…” Arthur warned, growling under his breath. “Gonna fill that pretty mouth of yours and you’re going to swallow every last drop of it!”
Merlin hummed weakly in agreement, closing his eyes as he swallowed around the cock.
Arthur’s thrusts stuttered, he slammed it all the way inside one last time and came hard down Merlin’s throat. The servant swallowed around the pulsating cock, milking every last drop of the man’s seed.
When the Prince finally pulled out Merlin gasped for breath, his lips red and swollen, a thin string of cum and spit connecting his lower lip to the head of Arthur’s cock.
The blonde looked down at him, chest heaving.
“Good boy,” He murmured, thumb wiping the corner of Merlin’s mouth. “Now go run my bath.”
Merlin stood on shaky legs. His own cock was still painfully hard, untouched.
Arthur cupped Merlin’s aching cock, giving it one lazy stroke.
“Not tonight,” he said. “Maybe tomorrow. Maybe next week. Depends on how good you keep being to me… Now, do as I ordered you to.”
He nodded and walked – Completely naked, sweaty and with cum dripping down his chin. – to the antechamber where the copper bathtub was deposited. He dragged it to the bedroom and placed it by the windows, where Arthur liked to bath.
With that done Merlin looked at Arthur and after a moment of silence he gulped, for a moment he feared that he would be made to walk naked through the castle, but he knew the Prince wouldn’t ask that of him, he was too possessive to allow anyone else to see Merlin naked.
Finally, Arthur spoke. “Get dressed and go get water for the bath. Leave the neckerchief though, you can use this in its place.”
He threw his used buckle at Merlin. The Warlock blushed but did as ordered, getting dressed and placing the buckle around his neck, now not only he smelled like Arthur, he was also collared like a dog, the gold Pendragon Royal family symbol marking Merlin as claimed by the Crown Prince.
“Go on, and be quick!” Arthur said when Merlin hesitated by the door, the Warlock gulped and left the room, walking through the castle’s hallways with his head held high.
The Prince chuckled back in his room, his cock getting half-hard just from imagining the humiliation Merlin must be going through.