In a cottage, not far from Camelot, lived a young woman far more beautiful then the rest and far strange then anyone had ever imagined. Her hair a dark brown with tints of red and a slight curl, it shone in the candle light. Her eyes were known for changing color within her moods. Her lips were perfect, a pale pink. Her skin was always pale almost like snow but once the sun hit it and she burned she looked as if she were a gypsy of the old ways, only with some slight freckles ontop of her pointed down nose. This night was different then most nights at home in her tiny little cottage..
She couldn’t sleep, instead she found herself writing words that once lay on the pages of her tattered, used, too large of a heart, now in the old henna washed pages of a leather bound book.
Her quill was made of the feather of her dear friend the Phoenix, enchanting really, brushed with the brightest gold and the color of crimson red like the blood that fell from her fingertips whenever she intended to work some white magic. She wasn’t necessarily a “witch” as so many had labeled her before, nor much of a “sorceress”, though there was plenty gossip around the village. It never really bothered her, she had her friends the animals, being an orphan like herself it was natural to gain respect for those who clearly were less seen.
She was never given much of a name as a child, though, then again, all she did was sell matches, “the little match girl”, the townspeople would call her. She found it a bit offensive but learned to live with it until she grew out of the name and found herself a real hobby.
When the headmistress of the orphanage got her as a infant, she was said to have been found in a seaweed basket completely naked with nothing but a necklace made of emerald around her neck with a strange carving on it, a symbol of some sort maybe.
She found more dangers as a child then she did now, roaming around at night in cotton dress and petticoat would never be enough for the poor girl in the wintertime, men with thoughts in their heads of ruin could do anything to a little girl like her, she screamed plenty and the headmistress would never believe the poor girl about what had happened that night or other nights before. As an adult she tried her best to forget about her past.
She had become a sensational woman, daughter of eve, lover of mother nature, her work always being towards the good no matter what cost.
She wrote, of everything, every secret, every craving, every feeling of love and lust, things she felt were beyond important to her.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
“Come in!” she said sweetly, as she put her quill in the ink one last time before the distraction had occurred.
“Goddess!” he shouted “Sweet glorious gift of my life! The pure truth in my heart!”
He always called her names like these, making her completely flattered, her face a bright red and undoubtedly her knickers quite wet. It was Merlin, the young lad who worked for the dear prince Arthur. He was a handsome Wizard, his hair was the color of a slightly dirty wax vanilla candle or the sandy color of the beach, he always had stubble on his face or a mustache and gotee type of thing, his teeth were a bit crooked but that always gave her a smile, he wasn’t big in the stomach nor was he too skinny, defiantly strong though, his eyes were hazel like the sun in the dark clouds, big and beautiful, his lips were perfectly shaped, bigger bottom lip then the top one, she had always admired him, found him attractive she sure did.
She got up from her desk and jumped into his arms, kissing him so passionately his eyes closed ever so sweetly, the taste of him drove her crazy. She ran her fingers into his short hair, pulling him closer.
She only wore dresses on special occasions, so normally a while peasant blouse and some leather leggings would do, some tie up boots as well, so of course it was hard for Merlin to simply take them off her.. but he had been over a dozen times before and knowing his powers, with the snap of his fingers she could be bare breasted in no time at all.
Merlin brought her to the bed, he mumbled a small spell, which made her clothes vanish in an instant. She then repeated the same spell, taking his off as well.
“My goddess..” he would say as he kissed every part of her body like she were the most fragile being on earth. “You.. are so beautiful..I’m so glad.. your mine” then he gazed ever so deeply and passionately into her eyes “I love you” he spoke truthfully.
“I love you and I’m never letting you go” he spoke gently again, on his knees, moving closer to her delicate parts, he loved so much to put his lips down there, making her moan and pant with sexual pleasure. She kissed him and whispered in his ear “I love you too” then winked at him in a sexy way, making him shiver.
She opened herself up as he slowly put himself inside of her. She shuttered, it had stung just a bit but she liked it when he did that. Their bodies then began to move in harmony with each other, her eyes grew wide and her mouth moaned with completely blinding justice, she was his there was no doubt about that.
She lay on top of him now, still moving deeply together, he held her small body so closely to his, it was if her spine could break a little, he kissed her and kissed her and kissed her until his lips became chapped and sore. Hours had gone by, maybe even days, they didn’t know, time meant nothing to them.
Soon they had finished, after she had her multiple orgasms and he had cum plenty of times, she lay on his chest looking deeply into his beautiful eyes. She rubbed her nose with his which always secretly meant “I love you, I care about you, I need you, stay with me” it sent a shiver down his spine, butterflies in his stomach and fire on his lips. He was different then the rest, he knew what it meant the moment she first did that comforting action to him.
“My Goddess.. My beauty.. my princess.. may I ask you something?” he questioned comfortably, kissing her a bit here and there. In return she smiled and kissed back.. “Yes my love Merlin.. what is it?” she asked back.
He took what looked like a precious stone out from under the pillow, but it wasn’t just a stone, it was a diamond encrusted with emeralds in the shape of a circle with a magical silver glowing spiral inside it, a ring.
“Will you marry me?” he asked her confidently with a grin.
“Yes!” she spoke loudly, kissing his face over and over again ,smiling, then she spoke like a song “We are betrothed!” she touched her heart playfully “you are mine and I am yours more defiantly!”
Soon day’s would pass and Merlin would have to go on another quest, she would have to wait to see her lover then, dearest to her sacred heart, but they would always communicate using magic until he came home again.
True love you see, is the greatest gift and the hardest to work for, if two beings of the old ways, of magic and spells can fall so deeply in love succeeding in creating a love so great even a king would be jealous then you my dear can work as they do, for your see, love is always with us, even if we cannot see it in the start of our story it always appears in times unknown to us but very well known to the center of our unique hearts.
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