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𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑜𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠 🌘 (holyrites) wrote in nevermore_logs,

It was the you are mine that did it, the sheer ownership placed upon her even if it wasn’t completely true. The command broke down everything she was holding back and in moments she was coming, crying out against his mouth as her body spasmed and shook, the only thing strong and stable seeming to be Merlin himself. She would have grabbed hold of him, sunk in her nails, if she hadn’t been bound so wonderfully.

He held her up against her, not letting up on her clit until she was almost crying with pleasure, and then still going on for longer after that. Feeling the wetness of her on his hand, the way her muscles clenched and her limbs tensed, was good, and if he was capable of getting hard again right this minute, he would have. “Good girl,” he murmured into her hair, holding her until she sagged in his arms, residual shudders running through her like aftershocks, and only then did he lower her down onto the bed and loosen the tie on her wrists.

She didn’t really notice Merlin undoing her tied arms, but she felt their sudden freedom and the ache in her joints that accompanied it, and she shifted them to below her so that she could roll onto her side, one hand on the bed as though it might steady her. As she felt the high of the orgasm slipping away, her cunt still hot and throbbing, she also felt the other thing she’d both feared and hoped for.

After about thirty seconds of stillness, Luna made herself sit up on the bed. Her movements were slow and unsteady and once she was sitting her face scrunched up, her breathing starting to waver.

And then, on the end of Merlin’s bed, Luna burst into heavy sobs, her whole body feeling taken over by the exhausted sadness of it all.

It was the stupid boy and the stupid things he’d said, but it was also about the basement and what she’d done, and it was about the confusion with Peitho and the feeling of betraying her. It was about the thousand things a day that got stuck inside her head and kept going around and around, the guilt and frustration and anger at it all.

Somewhere in her crying she managed to say ‘red’ but she honestly wasn’t sure if it would be audible, and didn’t know if Merlin would maybe think this was still part of some disciplinary game.