Sorcerer from Another World

I gave them longer to talk. I walked my own path this time. I wasn’t quite brave enough to check in on the neighbours. I was also too distressed to work on my magic. Umbra had flirted a little, grew bored, then read a book; lost in her own world. I wanted more than anything to skip forward to a time they were okay again. 

I peered in again. They were cuddling when I went inside. Iris’s eyes wet red and her face white. But, she wore a contented smile and snuggled with her lover. The storm it seemed had past.

I went in and Umbra followed behind. 

“Food?” I said, raising the items in my hand in an imitation of Morgana. “Let’s have dinner, I’m starving.”

“Of course.” Morgana replied.

“Can someone else cook, sorry I don’t know how to cook with a cauldron. We have things called ovens and microwaves where I am from.”

Morgana beat her fingers across Iris’ belly, “What use are you?” she mocked and lightly smacked Iris on the bum. 

Iris gave her flirtatious side eye that spoke volumes and kissed her lover on the cheek, “I’ll prepare it.”

They lit a fire beneath the cauldron and started cooking. Soon enough the house was filled harmlessly with smoke. Umbra helped Iris with prepare then fetch some water. 

Morgana and I took off our armour and weapons and hung them up on the rack outside the back of the house. 

She privately thanked me for being there for them and not to worry, “We’ve been together as a couple for years. This ain’t our first bump on the road but we always talk our way through them.”

“I have no doubt.”

“I worried at first, how you were going to fit in. That you would take Iris from me.” She must have saw my horror at the mere suggestion. Though admittedly I had been getting hot and heavy if not quite crossing the line. “I can see how silly I was being now. I’m not sure what I would do without you now. Strange right?”

I smiled, “A little, but I feel the same.”

A tinkle danced across her eyes, her pupils dilated as a racy thought entered her mind. “I think my Paragon deserves a reward.”

“Oh?”

She leaned in close. She hovered for a second a breath away from my lips. I leaned in and we kissed passionately. Lusting after each other with each darting tongue and breathy moan.   

She began to slide her hand under my robes. I moaned slightly from her touch, scratching my stomach, her hand lowered gradually beneath my trousers. She plucked my semi-hard shaft from my trouser, “It’s my first time, so tell me when you like it.”

I could only stare at her in all her glory and feel his luck as her long fingers stroked his girth. I had spent a long lonely year on earth and now to have found not one but two wonderful women who wanted him was dizzyingly amazing. She drew out an excited gasp as she found a good rhythm.  

She sank to her knees, her lips at the side of my engorged member. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” 

Her hot breath on my throbbing shaft. I almost begged her to continue. She leaned forward to lap my dry girth with her wet tongue. My knees weakened under the feeling of her velvety tongue running down my length.

She pulled back and rolled her tongue in her mouth and slavered copious saliva onto ‘first time’ with a male member. She ran her tongue up and down my length again giving extra special attention to the head.  

I cupped her head in my hand, caressing her delightful soft hair. “You’re good.” I groaned as I held her firmly in place. 

Her lips wrapped around the head, and she bobbed her head on my top few inches greedily, sucking me dry. I hold her head, emptying my balls down her throat. She licked me clean without asking, as I slumped against the outer walls of the roundhouse. 

“Thanks.”

She winked, “My pleasure.” 

We went inside, Umbra smirked and muttered something. If I read her lips right the word was, “Subtle.”

Settling in our house, I was in my robes, Morgana in a tunic and Iris and Umbra in dresses. Soon the pleasant scent of fresh herbs and sizzling meat filled my nostrils, expunging the smell of sweat exuding from our unwashed bodies.  

“Now that my family name Pendragon is known and acknowledged by the Chieftain. Things will change for us.”

Iris’ brow creased into a frown, Umbra kept a cool expression, and I merely glanced at Morgana. 

“My life has been nothing but change these last few days. What is going to happen next?” I asked.

“Changed for the better, I hope.” Morgana stated. 

I winked at her, still satisfied from her earlier lusty attentions, “Much better.”

Steam rose from the cauldron obscuring Iris’ expression, “What changes?” Iris asked bluntly with a hint of heat in her tone. 

“We will be able to hire followers to handle our domestic task.” Morgana said. 

Stirring the meal inside the cauldron, Iris stated, “I’ve always done the tasks around the house.”

“Now you can focus more on your druidry.”

“I suppose.”

“Less housework means more time to practise magic. I can’t think of a better situation, not including the Unseelie horde.” Umbra said. 

“She’s right. Galen mentioned something about another druid in town. Together you could train and recruit more to you know do druid stuff.” I said to Iris. 

Iris’s frown softened, “Druid stuff?” she asked playfully.

I sighed feeling rather embarrassed, “You know what I mean.”

Morgana grinned, “No, no. Explain oh great sorcerer. What is druid stuff?”

“It is…um…” I darted my eyes over to Iris with a wide eyed plead for mercy.

In my moment of hesitation, Morgana pounced behind Iris, “I think I know what it is…”

Iris rolled her eyes, “Down girl. Tell us where all these helpers will come from.”

“We should be able to find some people easily enough among the refugees.” Morgana told us as she sulked back to the floor. 

“Further, once tales of your deeds spread, my Paragon. Our status will demand that we have followers lest we create problems among our neighbours and burden ourselves with tedium of housework.”

Iris nodded in agreement, “How do we know who we can trust?” 

“I will handle it, don’t worry…It has been a long day and tomorrow will be no better.” Morgana said with a frown.

I thought about asking about tomorrow, but the scintillating scent coming from the cauldron blew away such troublesome thoughts. 

“Ready.” Iris declared and started to dish stew into bowls. 

We ate in a companionable quiet with a few words of flattery justly delivered to chef Iris. I didn’t need to eat anymore, but while magic could keep me alive it could not intimate the taste of a well cooked meal. The delicious texture of meat or the flavour of fresh picked herbs. Lastly, it couldn’t match the rush of vigour from direct consumption.