Sorcerer from Another World

“You have saved me again, Slánaitheoir.” Iris said softly. 

I squeezed her hand, “It is my privilege.” 

Her eyes trapped mine, dilatation swelling and teaming with want. I lost myself in her lust. She pressed her full curves against me, her soft breasts pushing onto my chest. Iris whispered sweet mummerings. Her arms rose and around my neck. She pulled me close and met my lips with hers. A soft, salty kiss. Her heady scent of berry herbs made my mind muddled with desire.   

Iris grew a hanging bedroom in the middle of the forest made of flowers and vine. Red roses bloomed along a vine wrought archway. Iris lay back in an all too literal bed of flowers made of white jasmines and forget me nots. Magic made the flower-bed sturdy as steel but soft as silk. She rested her head on a halo of blue and purple Irises. 

“They're waiting on us.” I protested weakly.

Vines pulled me on top of her. Iris kissed me more fiercely and I was caught in an embrace I had no wish to escape. I rent her armour apart. Her tits looked as fantastic as I remembered on that hot little body of hers. I pushed my firm body against plump flesh. She wasn’t having it. 

She lifted me up like a puppet. She wiggled her cute fingers and her vines slipped my armour off. She gazed at my thin naked body with a bold smile more hot than warm. Her new found daring was alluring and validating. She left a flurry of kisses along my chest and neck. She played with my nipples and I groaned in anticipation. She pulled me down until I pressed against her huge orbs. She squeezed my ass and guided my hardending ‘wand’ into her. 

I groaned and she let out a hiss of pleasure, as my stiff cock parted her labia and slid into her hot heaven. Her lips parted with heavy breaths, “Please take me. I’m yours, always yours.” I answered her needy demands and plunged her snug depths. 

I tried to thrust softly, but she met and escalated my pace. “Faster.” She implored with sultry tones. I rushed with frantic desperation like a virgin’s first time. 

Our bodies met with big gasps of delight as we bounced our slick parts like bunnies. To her it had been hours since we last met, to me a lifetime of multiple traumatic experiences had passed. I enjoyed her with grateful enrapture: stretching her out and filling her. All too soon I was ready to burst my load. I pulled out and splattered her with my hot liquid. 

It was an unnaturally large pool of white sperm.

Morgana crawled up onto Iris’ bed of flowers. 

“Don’t leave me out, lovers.” 

I was sandwiched between them. Their hot, naked bodies made me burn with scintillating desire. I took Iris again the missionary position thrusting endlessly into her slick heat. 

After eager lovemaking I poured into her. Morgana raised Iris’ legs up like a v. Then, Morgana’s wiry arms clutched my stomach and she pushed behind me with the force to smash concrete. I pounded Iris as Morgana coaxed and allured me to fuck her lover harder. Iris’ screams punched through Morgana’s taunts. 

Meanwhile, Iris’ smooth, fleshly arms wrapped around my back. She held me with enhanced strength. She tried to kiss me, but I was too enspelled by her snug bliss to met hers. 

She leaned back, her hands clenched into white knuckled fists clutching the bed. She groaned as Morgana teased her bum hole with her hand, and telekinetically teased, flicked and vibrated her clit.

Iris trembled and convoluted with pleasure over and over, and in her throes rapture she squeezed and milked my length. I boiled with the need to release my seed.  

It was Iris who pulled me out of her with her vines. My cock surged as my ass cheek along with my legs tensed and my toes curled. She guided my river of jizz over her. She lay there shivering, coated in my white spunk, and her tongue lolled out as her eyes rapidly drifted to the sky.    

I slumped and I would have collapsed on top of Iris if Morgana did not hold me straight. Her hands roamed and teased my sensitive flesh. What was happening? Some kind of twisted punishment for saving their lives and almost dying. 

We kneeled. Morgana’s arm wound round my chest as she pressed her crotch on my bum. Her sensitive nipples pointed in my back as she pulled me against her sleek curves. Her other hand played with my balls.

 She bit and kissed my neck. I gasped and moaned under her confident touch. She stroked her hand up to my mast, her fingers caressed me into a chubby. I bit my lip to try and suppress a contented smile. I was not used to being on the receiving end of sensual wonders. 

She palmed the undercarriage and then she wrapped her fingers around my width. She stroked my sticky mid-length slick from Iris’ fluid’s. My pre-cum helppully added to lubrication.

She rubbed me to full mast. She cooed in my ear. “I think the big, bad sorcerer likes a woman’s touch.” I panted as she lightly fondled my balls with her other hand. She cupped the scrotum as she pumped my shaft.  

A light touch around my anus and I squirted an unnaturally large load comparable to a glass of water. I sprayed over Iris again. Her mouth opened and tongue extended as she tried to swallow the spray. Iris now showed more cum than skin as she was sprayed head to toe with my seed.  

“Nice.”

I turned to Morgana whose dilated eyes were rimmed with green. My eyes devoured her toned physique and trim body taunt with sexual tension. I celebrated her fit body with a passionate kiss. I guided my hand to touch and feel her vulva lubricated with arousal. She was dripping and stank of sweat and blood. She needed a bath, and I grinned at the idea of giving her one of cum. 

A hero’s work is never done. 

Iris’s vines pulled Morgana’s lithe limbs to the four corners and held her tight. Iris grew a pillow of flowers to raise her neck. Iris did not just expose Morgana’s athletic body but displayed her sensual flesh. Left powerless, Morgana chewed her lip, her eyes darting around with a mixture of anticipation and concern. Rose petals dropped and wove a blindfold across her eye. Morgana gulped in surprise, and strained at the vines. 

“Your turn, my love.” Iris said dreamily. “You wanted this. Time for you to let go for once.” she muttered. 

I kneeled over her, my crotch inches from her mouth. I lowered a hand and grabbed her slippery tongue between my thumb and fingertip. Soft-ended vines pulled her mouth wide open; they creeped in and poked out her tongue. I held her and examined her blushing red face. I lightly pulled on her hanging out tongue between my fore and middle fingers. I peered inside her mouth. 

I rubbed the tip between my fingers. “Ah, fa,” she moaned. I lifted her tongue up between my fingers and pulled slightly. She crooned. I elevated and tickled beneath her tongue. Her legs twitched, she arched her back unconsciously pulling closer. I smiled smugly, my face flushed from the perverse power play. 

I pushed her tongue down. She hissed and tossed her head. Her tongue slipped her out of my reach. She panted and kept her head turned away. 

I held her jaw and inspected her. Her spit poured from her open jaw, coating my fingers and pooled at the seat of her shapely breasts. “You can’t stop salivating. Morgana, you’re covered in drool.” I licked the spit from my fingers. “You’re wonderful! I can’t stop looking at you.”

“More.” Iris said in melodious tones. “The oils of druids, the greatest of aphrodisiacs which melt my love to a puddle.”

Morgana’s peach nipples stood to attention, and I watched her luscious body in expectation. Scented oils poured from the flowers on the vine wrought arch. The sweet lubricant dripped onto Morgana a drop at a time that flowed into a stream. Morgana inhaled sharply at the cool liquid touch. She was slick from the viscous oil, her every pore gleaming and shining that drew the eye to her unbridled eroticism. 

I hovered over her, she quivered under my breath. I pulled the vines away from her mouth and she said, “Yes, my mouth.”  She gave a bewitching smile, I could not resist. 

I placed a hand on her hip. She moaned audibly.

“Who?”

I grinned. 

I flipped her over onto her stomach, the vines under Iris’ command reformed to stretch out her arms above her head. I ran a finger down her smooth back. She trembled. I stretched  out both hands towards her. I eased her shoulders first, unknotting any tension and then the same again for her lower back. I descended down her warm, oil soaked flesh.  

When both of my hands touched her thigh, she raised her voice subtly. I caressed my hands closer to her crotch, she twisted and twitched. I changed course passing down to the calf when I reached the ankle. I ventured back to the joint of the thigh. It was a wonderful feeling, the firm softness of her thick thighs. 

I dug my fingers into her meaty bum. I observed with glee that her entire body was dyed scarlet. Her head tilted back and I saw her parted lips and heard her quiet mummerings begging for more. 

I peeled off the rose petal blindfold and saw my hungry gaze shining in her eyes.

“Did I make your heart skip a beat?”

“Several.” she hissed again.

“Are you angry?” I asked sincerely. 

She turned up her noise and went, “Humph”

In what I assumed was pretend anger. 

I caress her cheek and she moans lewdly while her sweat spreads an intoxicating scent. 

“Don’t stop.” She begs.

I kissed her wetness and she came. She was so sensitive my lips mere touch brought her to legs splayed out, screaming, squirting orgasm. 

I raise her up and she sat on my lap, her legs parted wide and her comfy, bubble butt resting on my thighs. Her hands clasped together at the back of my neck.

She lowered herself down and I slipped in like she was tailored for my cock, filling the snug depth of her sheathlike slit.  “My Paragon.” she gasped. Her calves squeezed at my back pushing me to her hot core. I groaned with heated satisfaction. 

“Please.” she whimpered. 

“Please what?”

“Fuck me hard!” she exclaimed. 

I grabbed her back and she layers her arms around my shoulders. Her tight grip massages my pole as she bounces up and down against my hip. Our skin slaps together with every shake of her hips. I groan with unconcealed delight as I hear her moaning breath in my ear. 

I lost control of the tempo and pace. Morgana a queen in the making ruled over our frantic fucking. I was led by the shaking of her hips. 

“Kisses.” she demanded

I leaned towards her and parted her lips with my tongue. She envelops me, sucking my face off without an attempt at skill or grace. 

She keeps going and our kissing lasts for minutes as I desperately breathe through my nose to keep up. 

I break away for air and pant, “Nearly there.”

“Spray me.” she commands.

Fuck she was freaky. 

I dropped her down and I sprayed my jizz all over Morgana too. Her back arched as she allowed herself to cum, somehow resisting this entire time. It seemed I was not the only one adapting to our wild magic shaped sex.  

I take a couple of breaths, unaware that my hands roam their bodies in the meantime. Both looked satisfied. But, I am not a mere human anymore. My abilities have surpassed my old limitations. No way was I stopping now.

“More.” I said with a hunter’s gaze and blaze of magic swirling around and through my body. 

I stacked the pair's raunchy rumps onto one another so their breasts pressed and squeezed for a sweet feast of flesh. In what could only be a dream for someone like me I decided to play and rut until it ends. 

“Impregnate me, my Paragon.” Morgana begs.

“Me first, my gift.” Iris pleads.

I fucked Morgana doggy style again. I speared down into her tight, nubile body, “Shake that ass harder” 

I grounded my cock in her, filling her with my seed. Her belly swelled with the voluminous milking.

I switched back to Iris savagely hollowing out her inside. Her flabby flesh rippled from the impact of my thrusts. Morgana offered her no mercy as she rubbed her clit, pinched a nipple and sucked Iris’ face off.

I released my seed again and watched as Iris' belly filled out. Both their bellies were now swelled to pregnant size having been filled with impregnating seed.

For the first time they sucked my cock. They worked as a team. Their moist mouths brought me to knee weakening joy. Soft tongues licking mine and their own juices. They swallowed at first, I buried my wand deep down Morgan's mouth. They kissed and shared my freshly squeezed milk. They doubled their efforts, I sprayed and they bathed in my cum. 

“Perfection.”