Chapter 15 Epilogue - Maddox
Ten Years Later
"I'm melting! I'm melting!"
I grin as our five-year-old son Marcus sprays water at my mother, who pretends to wither away on the ground. She doesn't care that her designer clothes are soaked and covered in grass. Her grandchildren are spoiled rotten when we visit, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
"Take that, evil snowman!" Marcus yells, flicking his wand carefully as he practices his water spells.
"Well done, Marcus. Now, lift up and say finiscio," Gigi instructs.
My son does as she says, and the water turns off.
"Aw." Marcus' little voice is full of disappointment.
Gigi and my mother share a smile as he gets ready to try again.
"Marcus," I call to my son. "Go find your sister, please. Mama and I are headed out in a minute."
His little blond head bobs along as he races past me and into his grandmother's large house, yelling for his older sister. "Eloise!"
The mischievous grin on his face has me calling after him. "No water spells or you won't get to practice for a week," I warn.
He furrows his brow in frustration but runs off to find his sister.
Gigi loops her arm through my mom’s as she strolls up to the large verandah. "You've got your hands full with that one, Maddox."
"Yes, we do," my wife says from behind me.
I turn to find her blotting at a large wet stain on her blouse.
She grimaces, shaking her head at the antics of our youngest, but all I can do is stare at my gorgeous wife.
Black leggings hug her shapely legs, and she’s wearing the silver stilettos that were my first gift to her.
Her sheer blouse is tasteful and sexy, making me want to plant my face between her perfect tits and take a nap in heaven.
"Sorry, Mama." Marcus' voice sounds from somewhere in the house.
Gigi stifles a smile, knowing our little prankster is probably not sorry at all.
I shake my head, trying to imagine what it must be like being a non-magical mother to a growing wizard and a witch.
I've decided Dottie is the most powerful person in our family.
Our kids adore and admire her, even without an ounce of magic available for discipline. And I worship the ground she walks on.
"I must be off. I'll come for breakfast tomorrow, Mira." Gigi waves goodbye before disappearing in a puff of pink smoke.
My mother kisses her daughter-in-law's cheek and waves her finger to dry Dottie's blouse in no time. Dottie grins as Mom heads inside to get all the goodies ready for a sleepover at Nana's house tonight.
Ten years ago, Gigi shut down her entire factory after the coercion spell came to light and had every top wizard in the land working day and night to come up with a counter-spell.
Alibaster's spells always require a sacrifice, so reversing them can be dangerous and downright deadly.
They are among the most complicated of dark magic.
It took almost an entire year, but my mother was cured.
Mom said that the day she and my father had their first date, he took her to a little cafe in Fable Forest. She knew immediately she couldn’t marry him, but by the time they came home, she was convinced he was the love of her life.
She remembers much of my childhood, but as the years went on and my father grew increasingly greedy and desperate for her power, he took more and more from her.
Over time, it put her in a twilight existence—something my father explained away as an addiction to alcohol and medication until the day he revealed the truth.
It was as if Mom awoke from one of those dreams where you’re endlessly trying to find the right door to escape, but something keeps derailing you.
She was exhausted and slept for a week, but true to her spirit as a healer, she didn’t dwell on the past or the years she lost. Instead, Mom chose to be grateful for the life she had left as a powerful witch—the reason my father was willing to give up years off his life to bind her to him.
We changed our last names to Boncharme, erasing any connection to the infamous non-magical wizard who will go down in infamy in the Land of Oz.
After getting her daughter back, Gigi retired and named me the new CEO of the Boncharme Wellness empire.
She stayed on as a consultant for a year and now serves on the advisory board.
I’ve grown the company twofold over the years.
I've even worked with Granger to source locally based products for a new line of lotions and made it affordable to all in the land.
When I left Oz all those years ago, my job was to gather the necessary ingredients for the truth serum—a spell almost as complicated as the coercion spell requiring generations of bloodlines.
I practiced my skills away from my father, spending years on a remote island and harnessing my abilities to combine forces with my grandmother to create the serum.
That day in the woods with Dottie, I was gathering the final bushel of licorice flowers and staying out of Griselda and my father's cross-hairs.
As Gigi put it, the more rope they had to hang themselves with, the better.
"You look handsome." Dottie eyes me appreciatively as we find ourselves alone for once. She makes a slow perusal of my body before planting her lips on mine.
I squeeze my beautiful wife to me, and she squeals into my mouth as I grip her ass through her leggings. "Can't wait to see these on the floor later," I whisper in her ear.
"I'm not sure why I bother getting dressed at all." She smirks, her eyes warm with amusement.
We’ll spend tonight at our little cabin in the woods, and I’ll take my time worshipping her incredible body, which has given us two beautiful children. But first, I have a surprise for her.
I take out my wand and open a portal on the ground. Dottie loops her arm around my neck, burying her face against my chest, and we hop in together.
When we emerge on the other side, I turn Dottie around, and she blinks out at the scene before us.
"Is that a giraffe? It's purple!" she exclaims. "Oh, my god."
A teal blur flies by us, landing in a tree, and her squeals of pleasure are enough to have me reaching for her, slotting my hands in my favorite spot on her waist.
"A sugar glider!" Her eyes dart from one animal to the next as she points out the pink peacocks, chartreuse capybaras, and glittery panda cubs. I’ve gathered a variety of animals of all colors, roaming a small pasture. All on loan, with handlers nearby.
"We'll bring the kids here tomorrow, but I thought we could have dinner tonight and enjoy the view.
" I lean down to kiss her neck, and a small moan escapes her lips when I squeeze her, making my cock thicken immediately.
I pull Dottie's peachy ass against my cock, grinding her against me as I continue to kiss her neck, shoulder, arm—anywhere her soft skin is on display.
Dottie turns, looping her arms around my neck. "I can't wait to do this, but you need to feed me first."
I grin. "Your wish is my command, love."
I wave my hand, and a small table set for two appears to our right.
Dottie's eyes light up as she takes in the roasted chicken and mashed potatoes, all prepared by the finest chef in the land, who happens to be her best friend, Toto. "Oh, yes."
She sits, grabbing a buttery roll and looking up at me in pure delight.
I sit on the other side of the table, reaching underneath my seat to pull out a rectangular box. "Before we eat, one more present."
"Ooh, are those shoes?" Dottie claps her hands in delight and reaches over the table with a huge grin.
I love spoiling her, and her obsession with fancy shoes makes my job incredibly easy. "You needed these."
Dottie pulls the box onto the table in front of her and lifts the lid. "Oh, they’re gorgeous," she breathes out, lifting the nude mesh stilettos with the red-bottomed soles out of the box.
She turns them in every direction, rubbing her fingers reverently over the scattered rhinestones. Putting them back in the box, she stands, walks over to me, and pulls me to my feet. She picks up the box and hugs it to her chest as she grabs my hand and tugs me toward the treeline.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"To the cabin. Now. Or those sparkly pandas will see something they’re way too young to witness."
She stands by the tree, motioning toward it and tapping her foot impatiently. "Open a portal."
"I thought you were hungry?" I protest, equally desperate to begin that portion of our evening but not wanting her to be hungry.
"Maddox," Dottie whines, glaring at me impatiently. "I will not think twice about fucking you in front of these capybaras."
No need to tell me twice. I scoop her over my shoulder fireman-style, wave my wand at the tree, and off we go.
"Time to meet the wizard, Dottie."
"Oh, God, please stop calling it that!" Dottie protests.
Her peals of laughter make me chuckle as we whoosh through the portal and land at the mouth of the cave. "I love you, Dottie Boncharme."
"I love you, my wonderful wizard of Oz."