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Everything. The word was a key, unlocking a door he hadn't known was there. He understood, then. This wasn't just about pleasure. This was the lesson. He wasn't just channelling energy into her; she was a conduit, a ground, helping him to focus and refine it, and he was getting stronger, understanding the laws of her power. Their joining was a crucible, a place where his raw, chaotic power could be forged into something new, something controlled.
He let go.
The energy exploded from him. The liquid blue of his arm intensified, glowing so brightly it illuminated the entire glade. New tendrils of light erupted from him, snaking around her body, caressing her skin, wrapping around her wrists and ankles, holding her gently but firmly against the moss. They weren't bonds; they were extensions of his touch, a hundred hands exploring her body at once.
He pulled the phantom phallus from her, and she whimpered at the loss. But he had no intention of stopping. The main tendril of energy shifted, thinned, and elongated. He guided it with a surgeon's precision, pressing it against the tight, puckered rosebud of her ass.
Her breath hitched, a mixture of surprise and anticipation in her eyes. "Arthur… Mmmm… that place is forbidden… Ohhhhh… it's too… ahhhh!"
"Trust me," he echoed her earlier words, his voice a deep, resonant growl.
He pushed forward, slowly, inexorably. The energy-slicked form entered her, stretching her in a way that had her crying out, her body arching off the moss. It was a new sensation, a different kind of fullness, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. He sank it deep, burying the entire length of it within her, while another, thicker tendril rose to press against the slick entrance to her core.
She was panting now, her body trembling with a potent cocktail of arousal and nerves. "Both… ohhhh…. Don't… ahhh… gods… what have you done to me???" she moaned, the request a fragmented prayer. "Arthur, fill me completely."
He answered her prayer. With a single, powerful surge of will, he drove both phantom cocks into her, one sinking deep into her ass, the other plunging into her wet cunt. The dual penetration was overwhelming. The feedback loop of sensation nearly buckled his knees. He felt the friction against the thin wall separating her two passages, the tight clench of her muscles, the sheer, unbridled fullness. He felt it as if it were his own body being split apart and remade in a crucible of pure pleasure.
Now the lesson wasn't just about the magic. It was about him, all of him. The human, the king, the man. With a single, tearing motion, he ripped the shirt from his body, then fumbled with the buckle of his belt, shedding the last remnants of the surface world. His own cock, thick, hard, and weeping precum with anticipation, sprang free. It was a deep, ruddy colour, a stark contrast to the ethereal blue of the magic he wielded.
He positioned himself over her, the head of his cock nudging her lips. She opened for him eagerly, her tongue darting out to taste the bead of precum at the tip. He groaned as her hot, wet mouth engulfed him, her lips and tongue working him with an expert's skill. The sensation was dizzying, a perfect, earthly counterpoint to the unearthly pleasure of the magic.
'This skill… in my years! What is she doing down there with her tongue?! How can she concentrate with all I am doing to her? Think of something else, before I…' Arthur tried to steady himself, pulling back his lower lip and groaning like it was his first time all over again.
He was a man of three parts now, all of them focused on her. His mortal cock, thrusting into her willing mouth. The phantom energy in her ass, claiming a place no one had ever been. The other energy construct, buried in her cunt, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. He was fucking her with his body, his soul, and his magic.
The tendrils of light wrapped around her body tightened their caress. One snaked up to brush against her clit, circling the sensitive nub with a maddeningly light pressure. Another traced the line of her throat, while two more captured her nipples, pinching and rolling them in a rhythm that matched the thrusts of the phantoms.
Her body was a bowstring, drawn taut with pleasure. Her moans were muffled by the thickness of his cock in her throat, but he could feel them vibrating through him, a sweet, desperate music. Her hips bucked wildly, meeting the phantom thrusts, fucking them back with a primal abandon that stole the breath from his lungs.
The connection between them was a roaring inferno. He could feel her thoughts, her emotions—a chaotic storm of lust, awe, and a deep, profound affection. He could feel the cresting wave of her orgasm building, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to consume them both.
"That's it," he growled, pulling his cock from her mouth so he could see her face. "Let go. Give it to me."
'FUCK!!!! That mouth is something else! But seeing her beauty twisted with pleasure is a joy to behold!' Arthur thought, grabbing some of her silver hair to clean his wet cock.
He increased the intensity of the phantom thrusts, driving them into her with a hard, fast rhythm. The tendril on her clit pressed down, rubbing in tight, savage circles. The other tendrils squeezed her breasts, her throat, her thighs, a hundred points of pleasure that all converged into one.
Her back arched, a perfect, agonizing curve. A scream tore from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that shook the very foundations of her dimension. Her inner walls spasmed, a series of powerful, rhythmic contractions that milked the phantom cocks. The force of her orgasm was a psychic shockwave, and it hit him with the force of a physical blow.
"I am… I…" He couldn't even land a proper sentence as ecstasy overtook his comprehension and his world went dark.
His own release ripped through him, a blinding, deafening explosion. He roared his pleasure to the shimmering ceiling, his body shaking as he poured himself into her. He came with his cock, spilling his seed onto her stomach, but he also came with the magic, a torrent of raw, uncontrolled energy that flooded her, filling her, merging with her until he couldn't tell where he ended and she began.
For a long, endless moment, they were one being, floating in a sea of pure sensation. The world dissolved into light and feeling, a silent, perfect symphony.
Then, slowly, reality reasserted itself.
"Come," she commanded gently.
He took her hand, and she led him from the mossy altar toward a smaller, more secluded pond, tucked away between two weeping willows whose leaves shimmered with an internal light. The water here was still and warm, steam rising gently from its surface. They sank into it together, the heat seeping into their bones, cleansing and calming.
She settled against him, her back to his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. It was an intimacy beyond the raw, frenzied joining they had just shared. This was quiet. This was peace.
"The anger and the care," she said, her voice a soft murmur that vibrated through her back and into his chest. "They were the key. You needed to wield your power with both. For a reward, a thank you for such a good fuck..."
She trailed a single finger through the water, and the liquid began to glow. It swirled and coalesced, solidifying in her grasp until she held a scabbard of a strange, pale, mother-of-pearl material. From it, she drew a sword.
Finally Arthur gets some, huh🤗?
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