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King Arthur I - Wizard 5
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After reopening the portal to banish the other one through, at some point you find yourself on the floor of your room, being pounded from below while you lay on this gentleman's chest. He is uncannily good at reading you and knowing exactly what you want, as if these creatures have been colluding behind the scenes to figure out what makes you tick. It's a delightful fantasy, but a baseless one, considering how rough some of them can get with you. The amount of times you have had to protect your glasses from being damaged by them is, frankly, unacceptable.
You do love kissing, though, and there is barely any moment shared between the two of you where his tongue isn't deep in your mouth. He has already given you your second load of the night, but you could spend forever with him if you wanted.
He removes his grip on your head and grabs both of your cheeks. He must be close again. You've learned after extensive testing that you are actually quite bad at riding these fellas, so you have decided to just let them do all the work for you. You know this, and he seems to know this too. You bury your moans in his chest as he grinds into you harder and harder, filling you up for the third time tonight.
When the two of you finish catching your breaths, he carefully slides his member out of you and stands up, carrying your body flush against his warm torso. He deposits you back onto your bed and hovers over you. Why would you ever need anyone else, when you've got him? You share another long passionate kiss, one of many tonight, and when you are done, he stares into your eyes and cups your face with his hand.
It might be time to retire the portal for a while, you think to yourself. All you've ever wanted is right here in front of you. He smiles lovingly and tilts his head. For a moment, you might have imagined his face giving the slightest tinge of genuine pity, and this thought somehow makes you blush even harder.
"You are too trusting, love," he says all of a sudden - the first words you have ever heard from any of them. What?
He kisses you again, and then promptly disappears into a bright puff of smoke. A simulacrum? An illusion? You scramble to pick yourself up off the bed. Suddenly, the portal opens up on its own, and the same man walks out of it, now fully clad in a sorcerer's robe. His real body, you presume. You quickly cast a spell to close the portal so that no one else gets through, but before you're done, he has already closed it, like the gentleman he is.
"I wanted to give you something," says the sorcerer. "As a token of appreciation."
You study his face carefully. He really is the exact same man as before. The same loving smile. The same mouth you want to kiss over and over. If you tried to fight him off, the problem isn't that you wouldn't win. The problem is that you would lose whatever good will still exists between you, and that you would simply embarrass yourself in the process. Suddenly, your heartbeat flares up at the idea of losing and being dominated in a magical duel against him, and you quickly cast the thought aside.
So far, he has been nothing but good to you, so you sit back down at the foot of your bed and listen to what he has to say.
After reopening the portal to banish the other one through, at some point you find yourself on the floor of your room, being pounded from below while you lay on this gentleman's chest. He is uncannily good at reading you and knowing exactly what you want, as if these creatures have been colluding behind the scenes to figure out what makes you tick. It's a delightful fantasy, but a baseless one, considering how rough some of them can get with you. The amount of times you have had to protect your glasses from being damaged by them is, frankly, unacceptable.
You do love kissing, though, and there is barely any moment shared between the two of you where his tongue isn't deep in your mouth. He has already given you your second load of the night, but you could spend forever with him if you wanted.
He removes his grip on your head and grabs both of your cheeks. He must be close again. You've learned after extensive testing that you are actually quite bad at riding these fellas, so you have decided to just let them do all the work for you. You know this, and he seems to know this too. You bury your moans in his chest as he grinds into you harder and harder, filling you up for the third time tonight.
When the two of you finish catching your breaths, he carefully slides his member out of you and stands up, carrying your body flush against his warm torso. He deposits you back onto your bed and hovers over you. Why would you ever need anyone else, when you've got him? You share another long passionate kiss, one of many tonight, and when you are done, he stares into your eyes and cups your face with his hand.
It might be time to retire the portal for a while, you think to yourself. All you've ever wanted is right here in front of you. He smiles lovingly and tilts his head. For a moment, you might have imagined his face giving the slightest tinge of genuine pity, and this thought somehow makes you blush even harder.
"You are too trusting, love," he says all of a sudden - the first words you have ever heard from any of them. What?
He kisses you again, and then promptly disappears into a bright puff of smoke. A simulacrum? An illusion? You scramble to pick yourself up off the bed. Suddenly, the portal opens up on its own, and the same man walks out of it, now fully clad in a sorcerer's robe. His real body, you presume. You quickly cast a spell to close the portal so that no one else gets through, but before you're done, he has already closed it, like the gentleman he is.
"I wanted to give you something," says the sorcerer. "As a token of appreciation."
You study his face carefully. He really is the exact same man as before. The same loving smile. The same mouth you want to kiss over and over. If you tried to fight him off, the problem isn't that you wouldn't win. The problem is that you would lose whatever good will still exists between you, and that you would simply embarrass yourself in the process. Suddenly, your heartbeat flares up at the idea of losing and being dominated in a magical duel against him, and you quickly cast the thought aside.
So far, he has been nothing but good to you, so you sit back down at the foot of your bed and listen to what he has to say.
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