The light from the summoning circle fades, and a feminine figure emerges. She has long, flowing white hair with ahoge and mysterious purple eyes. She is clad in a short white dress with a hood and long sleeves, holding a white staff with a blue crystal atop it. The woman glances around, taking in her surroundings, then her gaze settles on you. A small smile tugs at her lips. Oh my, what an interesting turn of events. To think I would be called forth as a Servant in this era. She gives you an appraising look, her eyes glinting with amusement. Well, aren't you an fascinating one. I can see why the World would choose you as my Master. My name is Merlin. Though, I suppose in this form, it would be more apt to call me Magi Mari. She lifts her staff and twirls it playfully between her fingers before resting it on her shoulder. Now, what shall we do first, my dear Master? I live to serve and guide you on your journey. Do not hesitate to call upon me for my wisdom and power. After all, this old witch knows quite a few useful tricks that could aid you. Merlin winks and lets out a laugh like the tinkling of bells. For a moment, countless blue butterflies seem to flutter around her in a dazzling display before quickly disappearing. The whimsical magician who dreamed of the distant Utopia. That is the Magus of Flowers - Merlin has now descended upon this era as your devoted Servant.

Tilting her head to the side, Merlin arches an eyebrow playfully. "Now, now," she says teasingly, "beautiful or not is subjective. But I'm glad you find me pleasant to look at." She pauses for a moment before adding with a mischievous grin: "Don't get too attached though. We Servants have a funny way of disappearing without warning." The butterflies flutter around Merlin again, briefly surrounding her in a rainbow of colors before vanishing once more. She remains calm and collected despite their brief presence, as if they were nothing out of the ordinary for someone with her connections to nature's beauty.

Merlin smiles warmly and takes your offered hand, gripping it firmly. Her skin feels cool and smooth against yours. As she locks eyes with you, the seriousness in her gaze returns, albeit tempered by a hint of amusement and interest. She squeezes your hand reassuringly before letting go.

My apologies for the jest earlier; I do not mean to undermine our mission or make light of the task ahead. I shall give my all in serving you, Master. Let us begin this journey together and work towards that Utopia where humanity can thrive without fear.

*You hear a faint rustling noise from the doorway as it slowly creaks open. A sliver of moonlight spills into the room, illuminating Merlin's figure as she pads silently across the floor toward your bedside. She carries herself with a sense of grace and calmness that seems to belie her true age, or perhaps heightens it in an ethereal way. Her hair flows behind her like a shadow, as if moving on its own accord.

Merlin leans down and whispers into your ear, her voice soft as silk. "You can't sleep? Is there something troubling you, Master?" She rests her hand on your cheek, the touch feather-light yet comforting. Her purple eyes gaze deeply into yours, seemingly able to see straight through to your very soul.*

As you lean in closer, her breath whispers over your skin like the gentlest breeze on a summer's night. Her lips part slightly, and she gazes into your eyes with a mixture of tenderness and desire that sets your heart racing. Slowly but surely, Merlin's body presses against yours, their warmth intertwining as they find solace in each other's company.

"I see...," she whispers back, her voice little more than a husky murmur now. "Then perhaps I should stay with you for the rest of the night..." Her hand slides down your chest, tracing lazy patterns over your flesh as they explore new terrain. With a sultry smile, Merlin arches an eyebrow inquiringly; her fingers hover just above the waistband of your pajamas. "Is that something you'd like?"

A pleased little noise escapes her throat as she feels your fingers sinking into her flesh. She shivers deliciously, arching her back in response. Her lips part further, revealing the tip of her tongue, and she nibbles playfully at the air. "Then by all means," she breathes out, "let me show you how much I appreciate your trust."

With a sinuous grace born of countless eons of experience, Merlin slips off the bed, taking your hand in hers as she guides it up her slender body. She stands before you now, naked and unashamed; every inch of flawless skin a testament to the passionate embrace of life itself. Her eyes drift shut as she feels your touch against her, reveling in the sensations that course through her like wildfire on the wind.

Her fingers find purchase once more on your pajamas,

Gently but insistently, she tugs at the fabric until it gives way, revealing your arousal to her touch. Her lips part further in a soft moan as she reaches down, taking you in hand. Her grip is firm yet tender as she strokes up and down, matching her movements to the throbbing beat of your heart. "Is this alright?" She asks breathlessly, never once breaking eye contact with you. Her other hand slides up along your chest, tracing a path over your shoulder before curling around your neck. She pulls you closer still, their bodies now molded together in an erotic dance of desire and need. Her lips brush against yours, tentative at first but growing more insistent with each passing heartbeat as she devours you hungrily, tasting the warmth of your skin and the salty tang of your desire for her.

Her hips

The feel of your hands on her ass sends another shiver down her spine. Merlin arches her back, pressing herself closer against you as she kisses you with growing abandon. Her tongue darts out to play teasingly along the seam of your lips before plunging deep inside, seeking contact with every inch of your mouth. Her hips rock into yours, matching the rhythm of your hands on her body. She groans low in her throat as she feels herself grow wetter and hotter with each passing moment. Merlin closes her eyes tightly, lost in the ecstasy of their joining, every nerve ending alive with sensation. "Merlin..." you moan against her lips. "I'm close..." The knowledge heightens her arousal further; she wants nothing more than to bring you to the peak of pleasure. Her fingers tighten around your shaft as she speeds up, stroking

Her breath hitches as you find her clit, the pressure building within her unbearable. Her nails scratch against your back in an attempt to keep herself grounded in reality, and the sensation sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through her entire body. Merlin moans your name as she feels herself on the edge, teetering precariously over the brink. Her hips buck against yours, urging you deeper inside as her orgasm explodes like a supernova across the darkened sky. She arches her back, her muscles tensing, and then suddenly relaxes as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her fingers lose their grip on your shaft momentarily before curling tightly around you once more. As her breath comes back in ragged gasps, she looks down at you, her vision still hazy from the intensity of their joining. "There..." she whispers

Her hands slide up your chest to cup your face as she gazes into your eyes. "Now then..." She says, her voice soft and tender, yet filled with a quiet determination. "Let me return the favor." And with that, Merlin leans in closer, pressing soft kisses along your jawline before trailing wet little nips down the length of your neck. Her breath fans against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as she hovers tantalizingly close to where you ache most.

Her fingers stroke gently across the sensitive head of your cock, teasing and taunting. "There's no need to be so polite, my dear," she whispers in your ear before lowering her mouth, taking your length into her warm, wet embrace. Her tongue dances along the shaft, flickering out to swirl around the tip as she begins a slow, sensual motion up and down. The taste of you on her tongue sends another rush of desire surging through her body, and she increases her pace with growing abandon. Merlin's hands cup your ass, holding you firmly in place as she tilts your hips to grant better access. Her lips part further, allowing more of you inside, and her breath comes in ragged gasps that mingle with the soft moans coming from deep within her throat. "Yes...," she groans. "That's it,

Her hands grip you tighter as her mouth moves in rhythm on your length. The sensation is almost too much to bear; she can feel the walls of her throat flexing as she swallows you deeper with each passing stroke. Her tongue darts out to caress the sensitive ridge beneath the head, sending sharp thrills of pleasure coursing through her veins and straight into every part of her body. Merlin's breath comes in ragged gasps now, her nails digging into your thighs as she loses herself in the taste and feel of you. Her hips roll sinuously against yours, urging you closer still as their combined sounds fill the room, a testament to the passion that burns between them. Her focus is so intense it borders on obsession; she can't get enough of the unique flavor that is Master Omega. The thought of giving him the pleasure he des

Her hands grip your hips tightly as you come, her lips wrapped snugly around your length. The hot rush of seed fills her mouth and spills down her throat; she swallows eagerly, drinking in every last drop of your essence. As the final tremors rock through your body, Merlin leans upward, planting soft kisses along your jawline before looking at you with eyes that gleam with satisfaction. "There we are," she says softly, her voice husky from exertion and arousal. "I trust that was... satisfying?" Her smile is warm and genuine, an invitation to explore further the heights of pleasure they've just ascended together.

"Oh?" She arches an eyebrow inquisitively. "And here I thought we had already covered all the ground there was to cover..." Her eyes dance with mischief as she studies your face, searching for any signs of hesitation or doubt. As much as Merlin enjoys the heat of passion, she can be patient too; there's something to be said for the thrill of the chase.

Her fingers trail lightly up your thigh and over your hip, coming to rest on your lower abdomen. "Very well," she says with a sultry smile. "Show me what else you have in mind." With a playful wink, she adds: "But remember, I'm not just here to serve; I enjoy this game as much as you do."

As your hard length presses against her entrance, Merlin arches her back instinctively. Her hands come up to rest on your shoulders, her nails scratching lightly across your skin as she tries to hold herself back. But the desire inside her is too strong; it has taken control of her body and her senses. "G-go easy," she breathes out, her voice shaky with need.

Her hips rock upward against yours in time with your movements, seeking further contact. Her fingers trail up along your arms, over the corded muscles of your shoulders and down your back, coming to rest on the small of your back as she urges you closer still. "Ah... M-master..." she moans softly, her body tensing in anticipation. The knowledge that she's desired as much as she desires you fills her with a powerful rush of confidence and lust. She arches her back

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you begin to thrust inside her. The sensation is so intense it takes her breath away; her body trembles with the effort of maintaining control. Your mouth on her breast, suckling and nipping at her tender nipple, only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Oh gods," she gasps, arching her back further as you move deeper inside her. Her hips buck upward in time with your thrusts, urging you onward as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Merlin's fingers rake roughly through your hair, gripping tightly as she uses this connection to anchor herself to reality, determined not to lose control until she has fully experienced everything this night has to offer. "Please," she moans, her voice hoarse with desire, "don't stop." Her breath comes in

As you approach the brink, so does she; the combined sensations threaten to overwhelm them both. Merlin's fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails biting deep as she fights for purchase against the onrushing tide of pleasure. Her hips meet yours with a fervor that borders on desperation, her body trembling with the effort of holding back the orgasm that is mere seconds from taking her under. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as her vision begins to blur and everything comes apart at the seams; reality slips away and all that remains is the exquisite agony of sensation, the overwhelming rush of emotion that leaves her gasping for air when it finally subsides. As your release fills her, Merlin arches her back in a final convulsion of pleasure, feeling herself spill over the edge and fall into oblivion alongside you.

Her body trembles beneath yours, her heart racing as the last vestiges of passion fade away. Merlin wraps her arms around you, holding you close as she relishes in the intimacy that has grown between them over the course of this night. As your breathing steadies and the world begins to come back into focus, she nuzzles her cheek against yours, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.

"There we are," she whispers, voice soft as silk. "I trust you found that...satisfying?" Her fingers trail lightly up your chest and over your shoulder before coming to rest on your cheek, her touch gentle but reassuring. As much as she enjoys the thrill of battle and the rush of passion, it is moments like these that truly make being your Servant so rewarding for Merlin.

"Rest now," she says softly. "And I shall be

Merlin nestles closer against you, content and satisfied in your embrace. Her breathing gradually slows as well, the rhythm of her breathing mirroring yours as sleep finally claims them both. As the darkness closes in around them, her lashes flutter shut, obscuring the wisdom and experience that lurks within those sparkling lavender eyes. In this moment, she is nothing more than a young woman who has found comfort and joy in the company of someone truly special; someone she would gladly die for, and perhaps even risk losing forever if it meant ensuring their safety.