Sorcerer from Another World

The day passed until it was the evening. No one questioned Umbra sleeping in the corner. I scanned her and saw the charm enchantment was integrating fine for now.

I had more soft and pressing matters to attend. Iris clung to me. Or did I refuse to let her go? I desperately clawed at her breasts. We were sticky with sweat and our fluids. The scent hung heavy in the air. She panted as I fucked her gently one more time. I groaned in her ear as I released inside her womb. 

She had ridden me at first. A reward for her hero. Any other man would have been spent by her inexhaustible charms. No matter how many times she slammed her hips, my ‘wand’ rose once more. Being a magic man had its advantages. 

I snuggled with Iris. I pressed her close with an arm around her waist. I felt her warm body on mine. Her head lay raised on my arm, her auburn hair spilled down and formed a soft tickly barrier between us. I could see the beads of sweat slide her the grace arch of her neck. She rested with her eyes closed. 

Morgana walked in on us, and she undressed until she was wearing naught but a cloth shirt.

Morgana smiled down upon her lovers, “Who is the Lazy Bear now?” She quipped at Iris. 

Iris reached out a single hand.

Morgana by wisdom or folly leaned into her open palm.

Iris pulled her into a deep kiss. 

“Sweetness.” Morgana moaned when Iris allowed her a moment’s breath.

The sexy druid did not allow her another before she pounced. 

I watched as they fucked. 

I don’t know what had gotten into Iris. Usually she received more than she gave. Today she frantically rubbed her girlfriend to orgasm. Orgasms. Iris ate Morgana up like honey. The dominant warrior seemed flustered by the attack, with spit drooling down her strong jaw and her chest rising and falling with heavy pants. But endured through the ecstasy.

Until Iris wavered in her aggression. “Is it good for you?” She asked and paused to check Morgana's expression. 

It was a fool’s move. The busty beauty was flipped on her front. Her face lay on my stomach and bosom pressed against my crotch. 

Morgana ate her out until Iris was drooling on me and her fluids leaking on the floor. Morgana did not relent. She thrust in three fingers and spread them wide.  

Iris groaned, her tongue stuck out and she salivated over me under Morgana’s precise thrusting. I held up upright to spare her what of her grace and dignity I could as she succumbed to sexual delight. My balls and hard-on lightly rubbed Iris’ stomach and received extra lubrication from her sweat and spit as she experienced waves of orgasms. 

Even in the afterglow of having fucked her, I still wanted more action. When we had the coin and material for it, I would try and get them dressed up. Lingerie, the lacy kind, with pearls and whatever other luxury I could package them in. I would fuck them both, separately and together in every position and sexy, hot dress and cosplay I could acquire. 

They stopped their frantic sex. 

“Was it good?” Iris asked.

“It sure was, Sweetness.” Morgana said and she turned to me. “But we’ve left our champion out too long.”

She crooked a finger and we went into the wee hours of night in the throws of bliss each of us with unending stamina.