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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Merlin_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Gwen/Morgana_(Merlin)
  Character:
      Gwen_(Merlin), Morgana_(Merlin)
  Additional Tags:
      femmeslash, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Outdoor_Sex, Public_Sex, Clothed
      Sex, Vaginal_Fingering, Oral_Sex, Light_Dom/sub
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-24 Words: 1113
****** Her Lady, Her Maid (Light and Dark) ******
by Lily123
Summary
     Arthur and Merlin aren't the only ones who are polar opposites, two
     sides of the same coin.
 
 
The lady walked a step ahead, chin raised, a small smile on her lips. She was a
proud girl, as beautiful as they come, and the heir to one of the greatest
noble houses. She was still young, but her maid was younger. Her maid walked
just a step behind her beloved lady. She kept her eyes down, hands wrapped
around the handle of the basket. She was bright and smiling, without a care in
the world. She was simpler than her lady in looks and personality, but where
her lady was dark and wicked, she was light and innocent. Two men at arms
flanked them.
 
They were walking through the market at leisurely pace. It was nearing noon and
they would be returning home soon. The maid took a step closer and whispered in
her lady's ear, “Let's lose the guards.”
 
Her lady smirked at her. They turned a corner and the lady put up a hand. “Wait
for us here.” She commanded loftily.
 
“My lady...” One of them protested. He stopped when he saw the look on the
lady's face. He knew when to hold his tongue.
 
The two girls walked down the road for a short while, before the maid pulled
her mistress into a thin alleyway snaking between two tall buildings. It was
clearly wasn't meant for everyday foot travel. The maid pushed her mistress up
against the wall, not bothering to do it softly. She pushed herself against the
other girl, looking deep into her eyes. She closed the distance between them
and started to lick at her lady's lower lip.
 
The lady moaned, softly. Her lover took advantage of the slight parting of lips
to suck her lower lip into her own mouth. She bit down slightly. The resulting
whimper made her smile. Her hands started to wander, brushing across her lady's
breasts, down her sides, over her hips. She pulled away from her lady's
inviting mouth, trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck. She bent
her head to suck at the exposed collarbone- the dress her lady was wearing was
only just appropriate.
 
The maid gently pushed her lady's dress off her shoulders and down her arms
exposing more creamy skin. Her nails followed the path of the fabric scratching
her lady's otherwise flawless skin. She didn't push far, letting it rest just
over her lady's bosom. The maids skilled fingers brushed over her lady's
breasts, thumbs flicking over hardened nipples. She began to play with them
through the fabric, pinching hard, twisting and releasing, then pinching again.
 
“Please!” The lady begged, overwhelmed with need from her maid teasing her
nipples mercilessly as she sucked a bruise onto the top of her lady's breast.
 
“What do you want, my lady?” Her maid replied with slightly mocking tone.
 
She pinched her lady's left nipple, making her lady cry out with another
“Please!”
 
Her maid knelt onto the ground and spread her lady's legs apart.“How can I
serve you, my lady?” Her maid asked again, taunting her.
 
“You. Please.” The girl's voice had dropped to nearly a whisper.
 
“As you wish.” The answer was a breath of hot air against the lady's calf.
Again those skilled fingers start to slide their way up and down toned calves,
tickling and teasing. A hot, wet mouth followed in their wake, nipping and
liking and kissing the smooth skin.
 
The maid started to draw the beautiful blue dress up pale legs. She tickled the
exposed flesh, then would rake her nails over it, raising goosebumps. Her mouth
followed once again. She'd kiss and caress her lady's ankles and calves, then
she would bite down hard, nut without breaking skin, only to suck and lick the
bite marks away. Soon the dress rose high enough that her more sensitive thighs
were exposed.
 
The lady was no longer so dark, the haughty smirk gone from her face. Her lips
were red and swollen, falling open as she gasped for air. Her cheeks were
tinged with pink and her eyes begged for more. Instead of sure commands, she
was mewling and whimpering helplessly, like a kitten without it's mother. The
maid kneeling beneath her feet was no longer so bright. Her eyes were dark with
lust and power, a dangerously knowing smile graced her features as she took
what she wanted. This was reversal of roles, maid playing at mistress, light
turning dark. This was sin.
 
The maid was nipping at her lady's inner thigh now, getting close to her
mistress's core, then dancing away. Her fingers were free brush up and down,
drawing paths with her nails. The maid's mouth got very close to her lady's
dripping center. She blew across it gently. “More!”
 
“Tell me what you want, my lady.” The younger girl almost sneered. Her nails
scratched down the inside of her lady's thigh, hard enough to leave marks that
would last for a few days but not quite breaking skin.
 
“I want you to make me come.” The lady answered, her blush not just from
excitement, but also from shame.
 
“Such a wanton girl.” Her maid replied, almost reverently. “As you wish.”
 
The maid brought her hands to her lady's center. She pressed in first one
finger, then another. “More?”
 
“Yes.”
 
A third finger was added. The maid started to thrust her hand in and out,
painfully slow.“You are such a whore, aren't you? Letting me fuck you, outdoors
and in public, where anyone can see.”
 
A moan escaped the young lady, the words clearly having an effect on her.
 
“You'd like that wouldn't you? Someone walking bye and seeing you like this,
legs spread wide for your lover. What about those strapping men at arms?
Imagine, they've come looking for us and they find us like this. I think they'd
get hard.” The pace was quickened, but only just. “They would have a happy wank
watching us, watching me make you come over and over again. Maybe I'd even let
them join in.”
 
The maid leaned forward and flicked her tongue across her lady's clitoris. She
stilled her movements, curling her fingers within her lady. The lady in
question let out a very soft whimper from the back of her throat as she
stiffened. Then her legs shook and tight muscles clamped down on her maid's
hand, squeezing her fingers together.
 
The maid stood and licked her fingers clean.
 
“We'd better get going before we're missed.” The lady now had her usual
haughty, proud air about her, despite the fact that her voice was still husky
from sex.
 
Not so proud with your skirts around your waist, are you?Her maid though
darkly, following her.
 
 
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