Sorcerer from Another World

When I had sucked up the last savoury drop I said,  “I have something I want to discuss, about magic… an enchantment that will improve your bodies. You will be stronger and more enduring than any warrior. No blow should be able to harm your skin. I have already done it on myself.”

Umbra, in perhaps her first true expression, smiled wide her eyes alit with greed and ambition; the will to power. 

I held my arm.

“Test it, strike my arm and I swear that I will be unharmed.” They looked hesitated and unwilling. “Do it, and have no doubt about my abilities or promises.”

Morgana with a swift strike slashed at my arm with her knife. The blade bent and crumbled. My arm bore no damage. The blow felt like one feels a gentle breeze against their cheek.

Flicking my wrist, I repaired her iron knife and made it sharper than ever. I smiled at her and met her curious gaze. She smiled back, her eyes wide and she nodded impressed.

“Brave as a bear and stronger than stone you are, my Paragon.” Said Morgana.  

“There’s more as well but that seems enough to stuff for now.”

“More?”

“Yeah, improving your sword and the armour by using the best metals of my own making. A grade above what I might give to other people”

Morgana beheld him with a renewed intensity. In the moment, she saw not just a man but a ladder, “I agree, if it's safe, Damian.” Smirking the shadow of a smile, “You give gifts freely that Fae hold jealousy.”

“He cost me an eye. I deserve those gifts.” Umbra declared fiercely. She wasn’t wrong. 

“I share them gladly, and you Iris?” I asked her.

She was frowning but with a hint of a smile on her face. “Yes, please, Damian.” She paused then added. “What can I give in return?”    

“You saved my life.” I started to say but she tried to interrupt. “Give me a moment…” I interrupt.

“This is a give and give relationship. I saved you, you saved me. I help you and you will help me back or simply be by my side. We are already perfect as we are now, and I am curious to know what the future holds. 

Something is happening here, and I want to be involved. This is how I can support us. So, I ask for nothing more than what you would give anyway.” I affirm switching eye contact between eyes the colour of soft caramel and piercing green.

“You really are something else.” Iris says and pulls me into a deep, long kiss.

Before I could process the joy as we broke apart. Morgana’s arms were around me with a grip as steady as stone. We stood there for a moment of near equal height. I saw the immensity of the forests in her eyes. 

I felt a yearning for her that called as true as the sun rises, and a surging warmth that made me feel lightheaded. Then she kissed me for the first time; softly at first then curious to explore I parted her wet lips, evoking renewed intensity with building passion that made me hold her close as the only presence in a dizzying world.

The light from the burning cauldron lit the room, revealing a wonderful breadth of feminine nudity. A familiar set of heavy breasts stood firm reaching to an erotic peak of pink nipples. Her chest shifted slightly with her harder breathing. Her mane of auburn hair spilled down her front poorly covering her naked glory.

I took in her limbs and her curves with a moment’s sight. She was as beautiful as the sunrise.  

“Hey, look at me too.” Morgana demanded her cheeks flushing.

Morgana started to strip, throwing off her tunic unveiling a lithe, wiry body of a warrior graced with soft, feminine curves. With all the armour and baggy tunics off her she boldly presented her breasts which were magnificent, pale orbs akin to the splendour of the moon. 

She had a flat, muscular belly toned through vigorous training and long shapely legs. She gave a twirl and a shake of her ample ass, the rounded flesh giggling tantalising. She noticed my eyes locked on her wide and fleshy rear.

“I think my Paragon sees something he likes?” She teased.  

“Is this really alright with you two?” I ask, filled with doubt. I feared getting rejected and was terrified of hurting them if they felt forced.

Umbra hit me from behind, “You three, I think you mean?”

“You too, huh.” Morgana said. 

“I don’t touch women, but I won’t deny my master his wants. I’m a kind apprentice to share.” Umbra said. 

“So you say.” Morgana said. 

My focus was on my summoner. Iris rubbed her arm and looked down hiding her expression. Morgana, less subtle, walked to my side and smacked my arm. Not violently, there was no force but a light sting that faded in a second.

“What kind of a Paragon slaughters giant wolfs but becomes a scaredy cat at the sight of two beautiful women wanting to fuck you?” Morgana almost growled. “Stupid!”

She pulled on me again and our lips touched. I felt her longing, awe, gratitude and lust alongside frustration and fear.

“You want me, right?” She asked, her eyes blazing with fiery determination.

“Yes.” I whispered, choking on my desire.

She pulled Iris to us and her breasts squished into both of us and she awkwardly stumbled.

“You want her, right?”

“More than words can express.”

“Right then. Good. Stupid Paragon. You’re ours now” She huffed.

“Right.” I answered.

I picked them both up with surprising ease. My strength now superhuman, I carried each beauty by their arse’s and pressed them onto the bed.

Umbra followed and masturbated to our sex until it was her turn. 

I kissed Iris first, running my hands through her locks, for a few passionate minutes. 

I tried to shift to Morgana but Iris lightly bit my lip. I cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead before Morgana stole my lips. 

Iris grinded her hips with my own as I traded tongues with Morgana. The raven beauty played with my hair as I wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close. My other hand rests on the base of Iris’ hip.

We broke the kiss and like a hungry albeit untiring animal I started to paw and taste them.   

I modified their bodies as I explored them lustily. 

I did Iris first, I maintained eye contact as I stroked her body and caressed her curves with each touch her body grew stronger than steel and her stamina increased. Her grip on my back grew more intense and possessive until our bodies were locked.

I shifted with a pang of reluctance mixed with eagerness to devour Morgana. I tasted her lips and joined tongues with her. I went for her rotund bum. I squeezed tight as I kept a possessive grip over my lover’s arse. 

In my firm grip her body became even more powerful, while adding the durability greater than strongest of metals and with the endurance of open-water swimmer at their peak. 

Morgana’s enchantment outstripped Iris' both in the fact that her base potential was greater and that she had already trained to an extreme extent to reach her limits. The difference in improvement was small but significant. I playfully slapped one of her cheeks and felt the meat ripple.

I made my way down her nirvana of flesh. I kissed her softly and chest dozens of times from neck down till I got beneath her hips and I tasted her fruit.

Morgana whispered shyly. “Can you make me more sensitive?”

I licked her clitoris then raised my head to share a gaze and said. “Your wish is my command.”

It was easy enough to tweak her sensitivity.

I licked again and she convulsed into an orgasm.

Morgana panted heavily and begged with tears streaming down her eyes,

“Perhaps a little less.” 

I chuckled and made her a little less sensitive, but in such a way where I and Iris acted as biological keys that bloomed her sensitivity. 

In less than a minute, I made Morgana’s back arch twice from two more orgasms. By the third she had her hands firmly on my head trying to keep me there. 

Iris was nibbling my ears and stroking my back. At first playfully but the longer I paid attention to Morgana the more rough and demanding she became.

“Come on, it’s my turn.” She whined in my ear as she clawed at my hair.

Iris huffed and stuck her finger up Morgana’s bum and we brought Morgana to her fourth orgasm. 

Iris hugged me from behind and wrapped her legs around my waist. She bit my shoulder, possessively and clawed at my chest. 

I turned around and away from Morgana. I cupped her lovers’ weighty breasts massaging them before gliding one hand down her waist to her and traced her soft, inner thigh.

Morgana massaged Iris' hair from the side and whispered in her ear.

Iris started to moan sweetly. 

I played gently with Iris’s clit using my thumb and Morgana sucked on her lover’s ear.   

I joined in and sucked on one nipple then kissed her insistently as she was moaning and panting under Morgana and I’s touches. 

I rolled her nipples between my fingers as Morgana bent down on her knees, her tongue exploring and pleasuring Iris’s clit and fingering her intensely.  

Moment’s later Iris shook with a body shattering orgasm. The buxom beauty collapsed on our bed limp and breathless.

I was by now desperate to burst a nut.

My stiff wood was longer and thicker than what nature had granted me. My length was increased from average to slightly above average and my girth to average. I made further changes as the situation called for.

I had made my scrotum less hairy out of personal preference. It was a vanity thing, for I could with a single act of magic bring my lovers to their knees in pleasure.   

The room was filled with the scents of sweat and sex. 

Iris thrusted her chest out and exposed her neck. 

By now she was dripping with fluids. 

She spread her legs. If I needed further encouragement, she greedily grabbed me and guided me to her. I shoved my hardness into her wet place. 

An enveloping warmth wrapped around my taunt width. Her breasts shook from the impact of our lovemaking.

She grabbed my waist as she lost control of her body and started to shudder under the waves of orgasms.

I thrusted deep and filled her to the brim. 

We screamed in ecstasy in a rare mutual orgasm. 

I was enhanced now and felt only greater vigour to keep going. 

I lifted her legs over her body and raised her bum and kept on pounding her making her cum ten more times and turned her into a pathetic drooling mess. 

I sprayed my white fluids over her chest, in a perverted act of claiming her body.

Some landed her open mouth with her tongue out on an ahegao like face. 

Morgana, who had been fingered herself, came all over her lover. 

I stood up, my tool of lust firm and stiff as Iris lay like a starfish and soaked in a mix of her, Morgana’s and my fluids. 

Morgana stared at me with a keen but supplicant gaze. 

She kissed my foot then my stomach, and exhaled a hot breath on my girth.

‘Please, my Paragon.’

She had done a one-eighty transformed from a dignified warrior to needy lover. 

I pushed her down and turned her over to get a great view of her butt. I squeezed hard and played with her cheeks.

Then I entered Morgana from behind.

Her back arced as I slid my length inside, “To the left.” She asked. “There, yes, yes.” I piledrived her into ecstasy.

For the first five blasts of my cream I was grabbing her ass and kept her pinned, ‘Please, a moment's rest, Damian.” 

She tried to crawl for a breather but I grabbed her arms, “Are you sure?” I taunted. 

She pressed her against me and shook her full rear. 

She took my ramming on her knees and cried the whole time screaming like a pig. 

Fifteen orgasm laters she was limp and even her screeching had gone breathless as her face was planted on the floor with her bum raised high. 

But I raised her leg in the air and found a new purchase bringing her to orgasm again and she let out a scream of delight. 

I cradled her, my arms wrapped tightly around her chest as I filled her again with my seed. 

‘Your mine now.’ I whispered in her ear. 

She lay soaked in her sweat and fluids panting.

‘Yours.’ she muttered weakly. 

I left the two bisexual lovers to comfort and fuck one another; they didn’t and rested as it turned out. I turned my attention to the wicked witch Umbra.

She had came multiple times from her own ministrations. 

One pretty brown eye stared at me with a jealous obsession framed by dark, long hair, “Did you finally remember me?” She complained with bitterness. 

I looked at her bare, sin-inducing body. Slim and small, if not petite she was slender beneath most folks. Her perky breasts curving and firm to my touch and beads of sweat dripping down her brow and some now falling down her slightly bulging stomach. She lay with her back, tight ass on the ground and her legs sprawled limp for her own delights. 

She seemed delicate and cold, almost doll-like if not for all-to-human warmth and cruelty.  

I was at the full brim on arrogance, orgasm sealed self surety, “Be quiet.” 

She gulped.

I lay over her, my hand groping her breast and pushing her down, “I am the master and you the apprentice.” I wrapped her in my magic.

She gave out a moan of ecstasy, “Your magic touch. I waited so long, you left me for last. You think less of me than them.”

A trap. 

I smiled, I don’t know what it was. The strangeness of pretty girls getting mad over me, the reverse where she felt inferior as opposed to me, or that I saw through her attempts at manipulation and thought nothing of them, “Last? First? Let me show you what I want from you.”

I kissed her diving into the wet, welcoming tongue. She seized me as soon as I entered. Her hands gripping me and trapped me. 

She was dripping with her own cum having more than satisfied herself watching my fuck Iris and Morgana. There was no need to foreplay. 

I slid inside her tightness. She was the tightest by far. I could barely fit and had to lessen my girth to enter her. I had never met someone too tight for a cock, but here she was gasping as my length stuck in her.  

She’d caught me. 

I pounded her: her legs apart and against my shoulders with her toes pointing past her head, the position was basic, but satisfying for we continued to kiss and she needily wouldn’t let me up to breathe or accept anything except me pushing myself closer.  

Her thin legs kept my chest from grazing her nipples, and she had locked her hands in my restraining me as I crushed down on her. She used my desire and force to keep me fucking her. For her efforts, she kept cumming. 

I morphed her body to, with permission, enhancing it. Her magical pool was the smallest of the three, but she seemed the most experienced, made the most use of it and a few years older. 

Under my relentless thrusting, I strengthened her body making her durable, enduring,  improving her mana flow and connection to ley lines doubling her small pool to make it modest. She had the least potential, but her efforts and ambition had carried her far. 

There was nothing I could do for her eye. Whatever spell she had cast to see me beyond her world denied me organically replacing it from her own body. I did make, for selfish reasons, make her more sensitive to my touch. 

I switched positions so I was sitting and bouncing her off my lap. Her bum slapped against my lap. I turned her around, her feet holding at my thighs and fucked her standing. Her hands dropped to the ground and I fucked her bent over. Her exhausted, I fucked her with her chest pressed, neck and her lightly against the ground as I held her weight.  

When she was near passing out despite her new endurance, I anointed her in my seed. 

Iris and Morgana were revived for a rest and enjoying one another. 

To keep going through most of the night, we ate and drank, and we put our new stamina through the paces. We reached the peaks of pleasure that fully sensitive, compatible bodies can experience. I yield great results for my labours. I deserved tenure and likely sealed myself into their sex lives forevermore.