“Soth… Sothbridge!” I moan.
He releases my cock with a soft plop, and I whine in dismay.
“For heaven’s sake. Call me Harry when I’m sucking your cock.”
“O… O… Okay.” I burble in reply.
He chuckles and then devours me again. The shriek that erupts out of me is not at all dignified but the sudden assault of renewed pleasure is setting fireworks off in my brain. My balls are drawing up and I’m tingling all over. My legs are trembling as if they have a mind of their own.
“Soth… Ha… Harry!”
He is paying me no heed and I’m about to blow. Right in his mouth. Frantically I grab his hair and pull him off. I suck in a desperate breath. I’m shaking all over and still feel like I’m a hair’s breadth away from erupting.
“Ow,” says Harry as he rubs his scalp.
“Sorry! I didn’t want to… in your…”
He flashes me a truly devilish grin. It looks like he wouldn’t have minded that at all. But it wouldn’t have been proper. He is my master. It is our wedding night. He is supposed to be tapping me. He needs to make me come while he is inside me. That is what will release my magic. And once it discovers sex brings it freedom, my magic will drive my body to seek it regularly. Either every seven days or monthly. Or whatever rhythm my magic settles into.
“You think I can’t make you come more than once?” he drawls in a teasing pur.
A strange noise is the only thing that comes out of my mouth in reply. He chuckles again before sliding me back up the bed. He strips his clothes off and joins me without giving me a chance to appreciate the view.
But now he is lying naked on top of me, and this is far better. I don’t remember spreading my legs, but they are very, very spread. I’m so debauched and wanton. And it seems he has decided to get on with the main event.
His fingers trace around my well lubed hole. A low groan rumbles out of him. I think he likes that I prepared myself well for him.
He shifts position and something is pushing at my entrance, something that is very much not fingers. Oh gods, this is it. The very tip of him eases inside me and I’m transported to heaven on a wave of ecstasy. This feels incredible. Far better than the magic dildo. The real thing is both firmer, softer, as well as hotter. It feels like silk and I want all of it. I want it to stretch me wide and fill me deep. I want Sothbridge, I mean Harry, inside me. I want him to take me and make me his.
Slowly, so slowly it is almost torture, he inches inside me and gives me everything I am craving.
Reality melts away. I’m flying, soaring through a sky made of bliss, pleasure and sheer euphoria. Harry is all around me, inside not only my body, but also my soul. How is it possible to be so entwined with another person? I can’t tell where I end and he begins. We are one.
My body is writhing in carnal delight but I’m exulting in something far deeper. Is it always like this or is it our magic singing in harmony? I guess I will never know. He is the first man I have surrendered my body to and he will be my last. He is my husband, my master, my mage. That is sacred.
“Sothbridge!” I wail in delight.
“I told you to call me Harry,” he grunts.
“When you are sucking my cock,” I manage to reply.
He chuckles without slowing his pace. “Just call me Harry, I’m your flipping husband.”
I moan something that I hope gives an affirmative impression. I’m not capable of being anymore coherent right now.
He is thrusting into me now. My hips are rising up to meet him eagerly. My orgasm is already building, coiling and twisting within me, gathering power like a storm that is about to be unleashed.
And suddenly it is freed. It tears through my body, my mind, my soul. My magic. I am undone. Unraveled. Every part of me blown apart and scattered upon waves of ecstasy. I cry out and am carried far, far away.
Chapter seven
Slowlyconsciousnesscallsmeback, I drift back to it languidly but I’m feeling a sense of unease. I open my eyes to find the pale pre-dawn sky softly illuminating my new bedchamber.
I’m cold. Alone. My bed is empty. Harry has left.
My body is aching to be held. And it is also just aching. I feel well used. My magic feels strange. I feel hollow. It’s all rather unsettling. I have definitely been changed. I am different now. No longer an untapped vessel. No longer a virgin.
I grab a pillow and hug it to me like it is a teddy bear. A sniff confirms there is no trace of Harry on it. I doubt he even rested his head on it. He probably left as soon as he was done. But I can’t stop clinging onto this pillow.
