Sorcerer from Another World

It was just Morgana and me. She took the chance to shove her tongue down my throat.

“That is enough for now.”

“I deserved that because…”

“I am the only one that didn’t get a hug.”

“Fair.”

It probably wasn’t.

“As much fun as it would be to fuck you here, I am not so free that I want our people to listen and wait on you pumping my womb full of your seed.”

“Again, fair.”

“Calmer now?”

I was, in fact - calmer now. More than a little turned on.

I kissed her back, far more delicately. Then gave her a hug.

“Thanks. Let’s not keep everyone waiting.”

“Dumb metalhead.” She growled with strained, restraint lust in her voice.

The Druid’s hall reminded me of what I would expect to see from fantasy dwarfs with added Druid touches. A great, flowery hall where seats where large soft flowers and the lights were gave off a bioluminescent glow from the hill-curved ceiling.

Morgana and I stood on a natural rise in the ground about half a person above the rest of the hall. The hall was weirdly naturalistic, and yet clearly a human-made structure. A unique architecture unlike anything back home.

Everyone was gathered. The survivors of Ferisdarm, some other refugees we had gathered. There were new faces as well as other refugees who had joined. Stranger still were folks wearing finer garbs that I suspected meant they were natives to Elkilbour spying or something like it.

I channelled Galen. A man, whom I admired, and whose speeches roused people lost to despair. What would he say, and how would I say it?

“I know that our trials have been heartbreaking. Anyone no matter how strong could have their spirits crushed by what we have endured. I have only been with you all a short time, but in those moments together we overcame battles that will be written in legends of Albion forever. Out of this destruction we have won glory. But, glory does not fill your bellies nor offer you a future. I swear to you a tomorrow that is happy, safe and free to decide our tomorrow.”

“Morgana Pendragon, Druid Iris, our ally Làidir with me have completed a quest given to us by the Kings of Gelt. We have earned a new land to call home. A land where I will build us a wonder; a great city of metal and magic. Our past may lie in ruins, and our present dark, but our future is brighter and greater than any other people. All in Albion shall look upon you will envy and want. You shall be beautiful and strong. This is my promise.”

“Praise be to the Resurrected One!

“Show us, Sorcerer of Tomorrow!

“None in all of Albion can stop the Slayer of Maradon!”

I spoke again, “I go to the Kings of Gelt now to tell them we have finished their quest. Prepare to leave, for with or without the support of Elkilbour, I will fulfil my promise to you all. Stay safe.”

Finishing my speech, I waved them goodbye and walked away. Tara and Làidir stuck close by two bodyguards for perhaps the most powerful person in the city. Regardless of necessity I felt safer with them by my side. Not that I had much choice in the matter.

“You heard, my Champion.” Morgana said, almost possessively. “We prepare to leave.”

Rather than annoyed at having to move again the crowd seemed to shift with fanatical energy and zeal.

We walked out.

“Nothing more to add?” I teased.

“I think you said everything, Damian.”

She kissed me hungrily.

“You were amazing. I want you now.”

She dragged me into an empty, dark house. Foreplay was unnecessary, but delightful play for a sorcerer of my abilities. Morgana was not in the mood to wait and went from manhood with a starving want of a hungry fox.

We consummated our passions with frantic fucking. Morgana and I met with desperate longing. I shoved the bottom of her dress across her chest. Cupping the soft curves of her bum, I penetrated into her wet warmth within seconds of her back hitting the bed.

She came first in the missionary position after two pumps. Being able to easily alter people’s bodies made sex with me really unfair. She let out a little squeal.

“Please, just give me a second.”

I am not a gentleman. Not when my woman was panting, her juices soaking the bed and looking at me with gooey eyes. Not letting up, I pulled her bum up and, with my legs like a crab, I pistoned down onto her.

“Ohhh!” she screamed.

I fucked her over and over until I released filling her with my seed.

A moment's pause and she turned over. She seemed almost spent panting for breath and with sweat coating her luscious skin despite her great, enchanted by me, stamina.

Her head buried in the pillows, she looked back at me through her legs. Her hands spread her innermost secret wide for me.

“Sorcerer!?” She gasped.

I devoured her with my eyes. Looking at her slitted warmth intensely. Gaze roving from the sweat stained back to the slight bobbing of her bubbly bum with every heavy breath.

“Sorcerer…”

It was way too much of a turn on to she her needly begging for me when she was spreading herself for me. Even if Iris was here, her true love, I suspected that she would still be a lusty addict for my ‘wand’ or more accurately what I can do to her with my magic. I’d distorted her with my power all for my pleasure.

It was one of the few times I had her in the palms of my hands. Confident, sexy Morgana and in that moment - all mine.

“Please, hurry. Put it in!”

Hands on her hips, I buried myself in one thrust to her farest reach. Sliding all the way in her tight hole greeting me warmly.

“Eeek!” She yelped and the room filled with the noise of her and the violent smacking of hips to arse.

Straining from the extension and rapid pace, I asked, “How do you like it?”

“I love it.” She moaned honestly.

She came countless times as did I, but magic kept us going long past what the human body should have been able to sustain.

Near the end, she shifted ontop and drained me with the slamming of her hips. Willpower rather than endurance meant she dominated the finish line of our frantic fucking.

Afterwards we dozed and cuddled, she rested within my arms. My flaccid ‘wand’ resting between her soaked thighs.

“I want to see this wonder of yours. Words alone are not enough.” She said dreamily resting her head on the crook of my neck.

“First, we need to meet the Kings.” I said lightheartedly.

“Shit.” Morgana replied. She burst out of our embrace and straight onto her feet. A rather impressive physical feat.

Sensing her intentions, I cleaned our bodies with a little magic, freshening our scents.

She dragged me out and rushed us towards our next meeting.

Busy day.