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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Merlin_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Gwen/Arthur_Pendragon_(Merlin), Merlin/Arthur_Pendragon_(Merlin), Gwen/
      Merlin_(Merlin)
  Character:
      Gwen_(Merlin), Arthur_Pendragon_(Merlin), Merlin_(Merlin)
  Additional Tags:
      Watersports, Parent/Child_Incest, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Dubious_Consent,
      Somnophilia, Non-Consensual_Somnophilia, Drugged_Sex, Incest, Child
      Abuse, Pedophilia, Ephebophilia, Abuse_of_Authority, Modern_Era, Plot
      What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Series:
      Part 2 of A_Wonderful_Family_Affair
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-26 Words: 3177
****** Wonderful (to Be Included) ******
by Nostradumbass_(singularthey)
Summary
     Gwen loves her husband, and she loves her son. She loves them through
     anything, even in ways she probably shouldn't.
Notes
     This is a sequel to A Family Affair (Terrible, Wonderful) that
     includes Gwen a bit (a lot) more actively. There is more consensual
     sex in this one, but still some pretty nasty nonconsensual stuff
     happening.
     I am planning, and may or may not eventually write, two other,
     completely separate sequels that have nothing to do with this one as
     well.
Gwen isn't stupid, flighty, or naive. She's known people to think that of her,
particularly the last, but she's not. She's been aware for some time that
Arthur has a problem, although for a long while the nature of it escaped her.
It was easier to ignore it, to take him at his word when he said everything was
fine, that it was to admit that he had secrets he couldn't share with her. The
thought of that had hurt, unfairly; after all, she has secrets of her own.
Her secrets are about the past, though. They aren't far gone enough that they
wouldn't hurt Arthur, if he knew, but they aren't ongoing, and although the
guilt of keeping them clings to her, she doesn't dwell on them, like Arthur
sometimes seems to.
In his sleep, though, he's at peace. She can admire his face, handsome and
masculine even like this, and think about what she will do.
She has loved Arthur dearly for many years. Although at first they stepped
around one another carefully, there had always been a pull between them, and it
is hard for Gwen to think of anything she wouldn't do for him.
That makes it harder, now. She knows that in any other situation, with any
other people, she would feel nothing but horror at what she found out about him
last night, that she would tell any other woman to take her children and run.
She knows she would be shocked and a little appalled if they said they didn't
feel violated, if they weren't afraid for their children.
She doesn't, and she's not. It worries her, a little, and a part of her wonders
if Arthur has done something to her to make her feel this way.
Last night, she picked up the pill bottle that always sat by their shared bed,
mimed shaking one out and swallowing it, and had pretended to be drowsy, and
then dead asleep. A few weeks before she had noticed Arthur, thinking her
asleep and too stupid from her pill to remember anything, creep out of their
bed. She had heard him go down the hall before she had slipped into
unconsciousness, and curiosity had eventually got the better of her.
It doesn't surprise her that Arthur continued to have sex with her even as
she'd supposedly fallen asleep. It might have, once, but she had told him that
it was all right, hoping that was all that plagued him and that he would feel
less guilty for it.
She had waited in their bed for ten minutes or so, thinking Arthur would come
back quickly and that she would have her answer easily enough. When he didn't,
she had carefully crept out of their room, just in time to see Arthur's
backside disappear into their son's bedroom.
She had moved quietly and slowly, with carefully measured steps, down to
Merlin's door. She had been able to hear only a little, not quite enough to
tell anything for sure, but when she had finally reached a point where she
could see into the room, even the dim light had been enough to show her.
The sight of Merlin on his knees, his lips stretched around her husband's cock,
burned itself into her mind.
She should have stopped it then. She should have burst in, pulled her son — who
is barely a teenager — off of Arthur, and demanded that he leave immediately.
Instead, she had remained there, frozen. She isn't sure how long it was.
She had only moved again when she heard Merlin moan. It might have been her
mind playing tricks on her, but it didn't sound pained or miserable at all. It
almost sounded delighted.
She stumbled back to her bed, sure that neither of them would notice if she
made a sound, and had carefully set herself back into the same position she'd
been in when Arthur had left, on her back with one hand over her stomach.
It was a while before he returned. He rubbed himself against her thigh when he
climbed back into bed, and she was surprised to find that his cock was still
hard, though it was also still wet with spit. She fought to stay still as he
pushed into her, using her limp body to get off, and nearly jumped when she
felt his urine splash into and on her after. It was a struggle to not relax her
own bladder at the feel of it on her.
He slept soundly after, and Gwen had remained awake. She thought about Merlin,
being touched and molested, and apparently enjoying it. She thought about the
implications of Arthur using her body well after she'd fallen asleep.
Her hand had slipped down between her legs without her thinking about it, and
she bit at her knuckles to keep from making noise as she masturbated, pushing
her fingers into her cunt to feel the remains of Arthur's come, slicking it
over her clit. She came wondering if Merlin ever swallowed, and let her bladder
go after, figuring it hardly mattered, with the mess Arthur had left. She could
hardly get up without tipping him off anyway, she thought.
She had spent the entire day in a daze, while Arthur and Merlin both acted as
though nothing at all was different.
She wonders, as she watches Arthur sleep, what it means about her that she
didn't say anything, that she had masturbated again after Merlin had gone to
school and Arthur to work, thinking about her son servicing her husband.
She didn't get any work done, herself, not even housework. She had tried, but
the distraction was too much.
She holds her breath as Arthur stirs, and watches as he rises with a groan. She
hasn't taken a pill, or pretended to, tonight, though, so she breathes out and
asks, "Where are you going?"
Arthur turns and blinks at her, almost as though he's surprised she's there.
"To the toilet," he answers, and Gwen's heart beats faster.
"Do you mean you're going to Merlin's room?"
Suddenly it feels as though the air has been sucked out of the room. After a
moment, Arthur sits down on his side of the bed, his back to her.
She waits, unmoving. She wants to hear him say it.
"What are you talking about?" he finally asks, voice flat and completely
unconvincing.
"I know you go to Merlin's room sometimes," she says, trying to keep her own
voice even, "when you think I'm asleep."
Arthur lets out a long, slow breath. "If you mean last night, he— he didn't
want me to tell you, but he wet the bed. I was helping him clean up, that's
all."
Gwen wonders if that's only a lie, or if Merlin's late-night accidents are like
her own, but it doesn't really matter. "And is that why he sucked your cock? To
keep you quiet, or to thank you?"
Arthur was already tense, but at that, he goes stony. She can't see much in the
dark, but she can tell his muscles are clenching, his entire body frozen in —
what? Fear? She has to imagine it's that. In his position, she would be
terrified, too.
"The thing is," she says, before she can stop herself, "I only wish you'd told
me. He seemed like he was enjoying himself."
Arthur turns to her, and though she can't make out his expression clearly, she
can tell he's looking right at her, still tense. "Don't say that," he pleads,
his voice breaking. "I— Jesus, why didn't you stop me?"
She pushes herself up, running one hand up his back and resting it on his
shoulder. "I know I should have, but I didn't want to."
"Oh god," Arthur groans, burying his face in his hands. "What do you mean, you
didn't want to? Did you think I'd— that I'd hurt you? Gwen, I wouldn't. You
have to know— I am a monster, I am, but I would never— not like that. Oh, god,
but you shouldn't even believe that, should you?"
She shuffles up behind him, resting her face against his shoulder. She doesn't
know what to say, or how to feel, except that she's sure she isn't feeling the
right things at all. She might as well say the wrong things, too. "I didn't
want to," she says, kissing the warm, smooth skin of his shoulder, "because I
liked it. And I liked what you did to me after. When you fell asleep, I
couldn't stop touching myself."
Arthur goes silent but for his heavy, shuddering breathing. He turns his face
slightly towards hers, and she kisses his cheek.
"If you're a monster, I must be, too." She reaches around him, wrapping her
palm around his cock. He's completely soft, but there's a twitch of life in him
as she strokes him. "As far as I can tell, Merlin doesn't really mind, and I
certainly don't."
"Merlin is a child," he says, but he squirms slightly against her. "He doesn't
know it's wrong."
She hums against his throat, letting go of his cock and pushing at his back. "I
think he knows more than you realise. I'll ask him, though. We'll have a talk,
and if he says he doesn't want it, I'll make sure you stop. Stand up, now."
Arthur does, and she gets up behind him, manoeuvring him with her hands on his
shoulder and side. "What are you doing?"
"I have spent all day thinking about how you can make up for not telling me
about this." There: she's pushed him into the corner of the room, next to their
wardrobe. It's a small bare spot, not covered by the rug or occupied by any
furniture. "There are so many things I never realised I wanted to try, and I
don't want to waste time."
He puts one hands out, resting against the wall. "Is this your punishment for
me? For all I've done, you just want me to stand in the corner like some
naughty little boy?"
"No," she says, and takes the wrist of his free hand, bringing it to his cock.
"What I want is for you to do to our room what you did to me."
She stares at her, uncomprehending. His hand moves slowly on his still mostly
flaccid cock, but she grips his wrist again, stopping it.
"You said you had to use the toilet," she reminds him. She steps back then, and
crosses to the doorway, flicking on the light. They both wince at the sudden
brightness. "I want to see."
"In our room?" he asks, as though the thought of it is bizarre. "You want me to
piss in the corner of our room?"
"Is that so much worse than our bed?" she asks, crossing back and pressing
herself against his side. "Please, Arthur. Do it. Mark this place as yours.
Claim it, like you've claimed me."
Arthur looks at her, their faces only centimetres apart. "Are you sure?"
She strokes down his stomach, rubbing and pressing lightly. "Don't pretend to
be a prude now, Arthur. I've watched you fucking our son's mouth."
He grimaces at the reminder, but for all his show of guilt and horror, he lets
it go quickly. He shuffles a bit, widening his stance, and looks down at his
cock and the wall.
It starts as just a trickle, dripping down between his feet, but she sees his
muscles clench and flex, and in only a moment a stream of piss is splashing
against the corner, dripping down the wall to the floor. Gwen watches,
fascinated, and feels herself growing wet at the sight of it, her nipples tight
and peaking. She presses on his hip, just slightly, and he moves, letting his
stream move back and forth, coating the paint. Her breath hitches as his stream
slows, but he manages a few last bursts, the piss spraying out of him.
The moment he's done, Gwen falls to her knees, gripping his hips and turning
him towards her. With no hesitation, she takes his half-hard, piss-wet cock
into her mouth, sucking sharply and licking at his slit. The taste is unusual,
but she thinks she likes it, and feels her cunt throb with pleasure.
As soon as he starts to thrust, his hand going to her hair, she pulls back,
looking up at him. His eyes are wide and his mouth is open, like he can't
believe what he's seeing. She grins at him.
"Oh, Arthur," she says, her voice thready with arousal, "we've wasted so much
time."
She stands abruptly, and he's still off-balance enough for her to manoeuvre him
with little effort, pushing him against the wall. He's standing in his own
puddle of urine, and he doesn't even seem to notice.
"I want to try it," she says, her words flowing right into his mouth. She licks
at his lips, presses her breasts into his chest. "Can I, Arthur? It's only
fair. You've done it to me."
Arthur doesn't even seem to know what she's saying, but he nods, and bends his
knees when she urges him to. She fits herself between them and holds up his
cock, using her other hand to spread herself.
She looked up videos before he got home. She has some practising to do, she
knows, but she tried it a bit in the shower, and she manages to aim her own
stream just enough to hit his cock. He gasps at the feel of it, and she strokes
him as she continues pissing, coating his erection. The very moment she's done,
she pulls at him again, hiking her leg up and urging him to hold her, and sinks
down on his cock.
The position is awkward, but she's so turned on she doesn't care. His hands
grip her arse firmly, and the wall helps to support them, but thrusting is more
than he can manage, so she just grinds down on him, working her clit and using
the one foot she still has on the floor to keep herself moving. Arthur stares
at her like she's the most wonderful thing he's ever seen, and she throws her
head back, tiny moans breaking out of her throat until they become one long,
needy whine.
She comes like that, and then slips off his cock, pulling him back to the bed.
The moment she's down on her back, he's in her again, thrusting wildly and
pulling her by the hips, forcing her onto his cock again and again. He bites
her at her jaw when he comes, and Gwen thinks about trying to bring herself off
again, but she feels almost boneless, and the effort doesn't seem worth it.
Instead, she lets herself come down from her high, Arthur still pressed inside
her, panting over her.
He grunt softly when he finally slips out of her, and makes to lay down beside
her, but she stops him with a hand on his chest.
"Wait," she says, still breathing hard. "I have a surprise for you."
Merlin doesn't move at all when they push open the door to his room, letting it
creak. She knew he wouldn't, but it's still reassuring to have it confirmed,
and she turns on the light.
Arthur follows her in, looking unsure and tense again. When Gwen pushes down
Merlin's covers and begins pulling down his pyjamas and pants, he shifts
nervously.
"What are you doing?"
She smiles at him, then turns back to their son. "He was acting restless
earlier. I gave him one of my pills, so he could sleep a little easier. I
looked it up online; it's safe for someone his age, but he'll sleep as soundly
as I normally do."
Once his pants are around his thighs, she sits back, admiring his body. Merlin
has already begun having growth spurts, and there's hair between his legs and
dotting his chest, but he's still very young and reedy.
And utterly lovely. She sits next to him, strokes the inside of his thighs.
They twitch slightly under her fingers, but otherwise his only movement comes
from breathing. She's not worried about him waking.
Arthur steps closer, watching with poorly-disguised interest. Gwen wonders how
she missed it, the way he looks at Merlin, but maybe he's only just let his
guard down about it now.
She caresses Merlin's balls, lifts them and spreads his arse cheeks a little,
then looks at Arthur. "Have you put your cock here yet?"
Arthur's face goes red, and he licks his lips. "Just the tip of it. I was
working up to it."
Gwen feels something like interest stir in her; she can't wait for the chance
to see that. She's certain, absolutely sure, that that thought is a terrible
one, because he is only a boy, but she can't deny the way it makes her warm
between her own thighs.
She drags her fingers back up over her son's balls, up to his limp cock. One
firm stroke of it doesn't even begin to get him hard, and she wonders if he
even can, when he's drugged and so deeply asleep. She bends her head and tests
that theory with her tongue, and then her whole mouth, letting his entire cock
inside — no difficult task when it's soft — and sucking like it's an ice pop,
messy and wet.
Arthur's breathing becomes so loud it seems to echo in her ears, even over the
sound of her lips on Merlin's flesh.
With her theory confirmed, she lets Merlin fall out of her mouth and sits
upright, admiring the sight of it wet and limp against his leg. He almost looks
post-coital, splayed out like he is, and the heat inside her grows even more at
that thought, until she's holding his cock again and throwing a leg over him,
spreading herself with her other hand.
"What are you—?" Arthur asks, and then cuts himself off with a choking noise as
he watches her rub the soft, wet head of Merlin's cock over her cunt, his
puckered foreskin dragging over her clit deliciously. She's still filthy with
come and piss, and that only drives her arousal higher. All it takes is Arthur
cupping her breasts, thumbing her erect, sensitive nipples, for her to come.
After, once she's grown drowsy and had her fill of looking at Merlin's messy
little cock, she sucks him clean, then pulls his clothes back into place.
Arthur looks practically shell-shocked, and she urges him to bed, tells him
she'll clean up the mess they made in the bedroom.
She looks at it for just a moment, Arthur already drifting off, before deciding
against it. She likes the smell, likes the reminder of what they did, and she
has no intention of letting Arthur slip into denial again. This was not a one-
time thing, she promises herself as she slides back into bed, and she will make
good on her word to bring Merlin to them both, of his own will.
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