25. Late night lovers
“What are we watching?” Shandy asked, snuggling up next to Fred as he channel hopped.
While Shandy slept he had dragged the Phoenix feather punch bag into the living room, and spent a while targeting it with all the attack styles he knew, before pacing the room a while, eating what he could find in the fridge, and then staring off into the city as the sun set.
The cityscape soon became a dark mass studded with lights, apart from St Paul’s, whose domed roof glowed eerily into the night.
Finally, he had settled in front of the TV.
“I think I’ve recovered!” Shandy said, grinning, and letting her hand run gently over the bulge in Fred’s sweatpants. “Maybe we could use some of that magic now?”
“Be my guest!” Fred grinned, pulling down his waist-band and releasing his manhood. Shandy giggled as it boinged to attention.
Shandy slid her lips over the tip of Fred’s cock and stopped. First he felt her tongue twirl around the tip, and then the magic came.
Initially it was a tingle, a bubble of pleasure, passing straight through him, rather than stroking the surface like her tongue continued to.
Then it began to pulse down his length, expanding out into his balls.
Fred closed his eyes and silenced the part of his mind that tried to remind him that Shandy was only really trained in combat.
If he had to die, there were worse ways to go.
Shandy’s lips slid further down towards his balls, and the magic spread further too.
Fred closed his eyes and let Shandy’s magic engulf him.
Every atom of his being trembled with pleasure, but also Shandy’s love.
He felt how she felt about him. He felt her excitement, her tenderness, her lust and her infinite love.
As she began to bob her head up and down, taking him into her throat, he released his own magic. She deserved to understand how he felt about her too.
“Uhhhhh… gok… uhhhhh… gok…”
The sound of her pleasure, combined with her attention to his, was too much to resist. Fred abandoned himself to a wave of exultant release, sending a gurgling fountain of cum deep into Shandy’s throat.
Shandy lifted up her head, her eyes glazed, and Fred’s cum trickling from the corners of her broad grin. He laughed.
“Let me return the favour,” he said, pushing Shandy onto her back.
“Mmmmmmm…” Shandy responded, wriggling out of her panties and opening her legs.
Fred spread her lips and channeled his magic right to the tip of his tongue, probing into the depths of her pussy.
“Oh… uh… uh… uh… oooohhh!” Shandy groaned, a hand reaching down to caress Fred’s hair, using her magic to channel her affection back into him again. Fred felt it trickle down the back of his neck,
Fred dragged his tongue through the folds of her labia and up to her clit. Within a few rhythmical laps, Shandy’s pussy began to spasm, and her thighs tightened around his ears.
“Oh Fred! Fred! More! More!”
The muffled sound of Shandy’s voice spurred him on. He licked and sucked, twirled and teased, rubbed and nibbled until Shandy’s legs finally relaxed.
Yet the spasms continued.
“Fuck me, Fred! Fred! Fuck me! You know you have to!” Shandy begged, as he lifted his head up from her lap.
“What would you do if I didn’t,” Fred asked, a snarl playing around his lips.
Already he could feel the dark magic rising around them, ready to plunge back into her.
He wanted her, he wanted another dose of that power, but the power itself made him want to play with his prey before he put her out of her misery.
“You will though, Fred! I know you will! Fuck me, Fred! Please!”
Her eyes pleaded so eloquently, that Fred took pity on her.
Straddling Shandy, with one knee on the couch, and a foot on the floor, Fred pierced her in one smooth, deep motion.
He leant forward to plant a kiss on the ‘oh’ of surprise her lips had formed, then pushed himself up on his arms so that he could watch her every reaction.
He saw her try to keep her gaze on his, as he thrust hard and deep into her, but soon her eyes closed as pleasure overwhelmed her.
Instead he watched her brow furrow, her lips part and her whole face tremble with emotion.
The dark, violet-tinted magic washed around them both, curling through her hair like the tendrils of some exotic plant, and wrapping up his arms like vines.
He felt the power churning all around them, inextricably linked to their pleasure, but with its own, wild existence too.
When he came, he felt all his love for Shandy flow forth into her, before it crashed back into him, a tidal wave of ecstasy.
His throbbing cock absorbed the iridescent magic that poured from her, sending tremors of pleasure through his whole body.
As the magical exchange finally ended, Shandy slowly opened her eyes, her chest heaving, and Fred pulled her into his arms. He felt her head fall onto his chest, and she began to snore lightly.
Scooping her up, he carried her back to his bed, tucking her in again.
As he turned away from the bed Fred realised that he hadn’t thought of Cara since Shandy had come to snuggle him on the sofa. Visions of her now lurched into his mind, her dark eyes filled with fear, sorrow and confusion.
I’ll find you, Cara! I’ll find you wherever you are, and once I have, they will never take you away from me! Fred turned back towards the bed. And I’ll keep you safe too, Shandy. I’ve never cared more about anyone than I do about you two.
Magic swirled and surged. Heroism swelled in Fred’s chest. He paced in front of the windows in the living room. Black shadows swished in his peripheral vision, and his heightened awareness conjured dragons over St Pauls and giants rising from the Thames.
Whatever happens tomorrow, I’ll be ready, Fred told himself, and with that belief still burning in his chest, he slid into bed beside Shandy and slept soundly until the next, fateful, morning.