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She had no hesitation about her relationships with the others. He had heard the stories about what went down between her and the men at the cabin. The fairies were always sneaking over there to watch and subsequently tell everyone. In a way, she was his opposite a woman who was having the same experiences that he was, just from a different perspective.
Was all this supposed to be hers? He stared at her frozen form, wondering if she had been the original inheritor of this house. It put so many questions and doubts into his head, but he shook them off.
There was no use wondering about what-ifs. He was the Caretaker, and right now, a member of his home needed something from him. His magic came to life and crackled across his knuckles as he leaned forward and planted his lips against Beth's.
There was no disorientation, or magical light show as the time-lock ended. Instead, it was the soft caress of lips against his own, and the slight moan of approval. Beth's tongue sought his, and he touched her face, marveling at how soft her hair was. She jerked back, her eyes suddenly wide.
"What's wrong?" He looked around, half expecting the Krampus to knee drop him from the shadows, or maybe a different sort of extra-dimensional incursion that would result in a battle to the death.
"Is that...is that you?" Beth pondered him, confusion in her eyes. "You feel completely different than you did just a moment ago."
"Um...how do you mean?"
She shook her head as if clearing her thoughts. "You have this sudden presence now, it's almost overwhelming. You feel like a different person, somehow."
He nodded, realizing her instincts were sharp. "It's actually a pretty long story. I'm happy to tell you, but this..." He gestured between the two of them. "Will get put on hold for a bit."
Beth frowned and sat back on the floor. "How much do I need to hear?"
"Probably all of it."
"Was anyone else involved?"
He nodded.
"Did everyone come home okay?" Her eyes were suddenly soft. "Did you come home okay?"
"Honestly?" He pondered his answer for a moment. "I think everyone came back better than they went in."
"So...can it wait?" She bit her lip seductively. "If it's important, I want to hear it all, but I absolutely have something else in mind."
He chuckled and moved toward her. "I think that maybe this has already waited long enough."
She was suddenly all over him, pressing herself against his body, her lips on his face and neck. He kissed her back, his magic surging in recognition of the nymph magic she carried. When he slid his hand under her sweater and cupped her breast, their magic resonated, causing the lights around the room to flicker.
"That's new," Beth muttered.
"There's always something new," he replied, pushing her onto her back by the fire. With both hands, he pushed her sweater up to reveal breasts trapped beneath a cotton bra. He almost laughed, he couldn't remember the last time he had seen normal undergarments.
She was fumbling with his pants, distracted by the tiny sparks of light that danced along his knuckles and teased her nipples. He discovered that he could control them now--instead of wandering off, they danced along her sensitive flesh.
"You're making it hard to concentrate," she muttered, and he felt her summon her own magic. Suddenly, a wave of lust washed over him, and he gasped in surprise as his cock became so hard it shoved its way free of his pants.
"It's even bigger in person," Beth muttered, then frantically pulled off her pants and underwear. A thin line of auburn pubic hair pointed like an arrow to her clitoris, which was engorged in such a manner that it looked like a tiny replica of Naia's Pearl.
"I assume that's a recent development," he said.
She giggled. "Had to wear skirts for a few days to adjust, but yes. The more in tune I become with water, the more nymph-like I become."
He paused. "And you're happy with the changes?"
Beth nodded. "These are changes I enjoy. As Naia explained once, the magic is helping me to become who I truly am on the inside."
He smiled. "I'm happy for you."
When he leaned forward to kiss her, he let his magic dance along her skin as he rubbed his cock against her belly. She moaned in delight, her arms wrapping around his waist as her hands squeezed his ass. Her skin was hot against his and he could feel her magic twist itself around him, filling him with lustful thoughts.
Beth's magic was like a diluted version of Naia's, but that was to be expected. If his magic hadn't evolved so early on, it would probably be very similar.
"I want you on your back," she said, reaching between them to squeeze his cock. "Mind if I take charge?"
"By all means." He rolled off of her, allowing her to scramble on top. Her swollen labia rubbed against his erection. She moaned, then sat up so she could hump him.
"I've been wondering what this would be like for so long," she admitted, the thick nub of her clitoris pressing against his glans.
"Um, same." He laughed. "I'm sorry, it's just...I'm not sure I can compare to your other lovers, outside of my magic. I'm competing with a minotaur, a dullahan, and a guy who can expand his body."
"That's not true." Her hips rolled, and he realized that she was using her clitoris to massage his shaft, sending waves of heat through his pelvis. "It's not a competition, and I'm not playing a game. I'm embracing who I am. I don't imagine the women you're with ask you who's better, or who feels tighter."
"I live with Lily." He snorted. "If you can think of an embarrassing question about sex, then she's asked it."
Beth laughed, then groaned as she moved higher on his shaft. He could feel the lips of her pussy part around him, the head of his cock now in that perfect spot for penetration.
"I just wanted to be...clear is all." She stared down at him, her hands on his belly. "I have my own life, but I want you to be a part of it. I would have made my move earlier, but I never wanted you to think I was trying to lock you down. I worked hard, making sure that I would be worthy of this."
"You've always been worthy."
Beth rolled her eyes. "I know that now. But it's no different than your comment about my other lovers."
"I see you're still a good lawyer." He put his hands on her hips, marveling at how soft her flesh was. "Is this the part where we try to reach a settlement?"
"Ugh, no lawyer roleplay." She pinched his stomach playfully. "But if you wanna play sexy wizards, I'm game."
They both laughed, which caused Beth to shift her weight. Mike slid inside her less than an inch, and she gasped, her eyes now locked on his.
"I want to ride the lightning," she whispered. "That's what the others call it. I have to know what it feels like, to feel it washing over me and--"
She never got a chance to finish. Mike grabbed her by the hips and thrust himself balls deep, then commanded the magic to take her from the inside. Beth tensed up, her arms curling up at her sides as tiny sparks emerged from her pores and crawled across her skin.
Beth growled, then leaned forward and put her hands on his shoulders. Her eyes were glowing blue now, and a wave of her sexual energy rolled across him. For just a moment, all he could think about was the weight of her body on his, those perfect thighs wrapped around his waist while his cock was buried inside her pussy.
Smiling, he pushed her magic back onto her. Beth gasped, her mouth opening wide as she was forced to endure her own magic on top of his. Her cheeks and chest turned a deep crimson as each breath became a struggle. Digging her nails into his skin, Beth screwed up her face in concentration, then lifted her hips and slammed herself onto him.
That was all it took. When Beth came, the lights in the room flickered dangerously, and it felt like she might crush him between her legs. Her whole body was so tense now that she had become a statue, and a small pool of fluid filled the space between them.
"Holy shit," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.
"That's only the beginning." Mike winked at her. "If you think you can handle it, that is."
Growling, Beth leaned forward and planted her lips on his. When her tongue entered his mouth, he could feel the magic attempt to claim him, to drive him insane with lust. The force was surprisingly easy to manipulate, but he allowed it to drive him wild. His hard cock was already throbbing for release.
Still, this was Beth, and this moment had been over a year in the making. He wasn't ready to let her off the hook so easily. Mike pushed the magic back into her, and her legs sprung free from beneath him, going straight back as another orgasm struck, causing her to topple forward. Even with her hair in his face, he could still see her soul, visualizing it in his mind's eye as a swirling mass of light-filled water. With each thrust of his body, he could see the ripples he caused, watching in delight as his magic sank into her core and made her tremble.
Beth groaned as she rose to a sitting position, his lap now sticky with her fluids. "How are you doing that?" she asked. "It's like my whole body is one giant nerve!"
"You mean this?" He flexed his cock inside her, then teased her with the magic once more, concentrating on the ripples. They were his to command, and Beth cried out in sweet agony as she rode him to yet another orgasm. The humidity in the room had increased drastically. Little clouds of water vapor appeared around them as her magic spiraled out of control. Every time it threatened to claim him, he pushed it back, watching in delight as Beth lost control.
This was the woman that held it together during a fight with the horsemen of the apocalypse. She battled an evil spirit with a powerful Grimoire without so much as a complaint, had been sucked into his strange world without even blinking. He had never seen her rattled or knocked off kilter.
But now, she was a mess. Her skin glistened with sweat and her hair was now tangled. Magical sparks danced across her exposed skin coalescing around her nipples as her eyes went unfocused. The moisture-laden air hummed with magic, Beth openly drooling as he took full control of her orgasms. Sometimes he would hold her on the very edge, while other times he would make her have them back to back. Her magic only served as fuel for his own, and he poured all that energy straight back into her until she finally let out a groan and collapsed on top of him.
"Holy...shit..." Her eyes fluttered, and she turned a dreamy gaze on him. "Is that what it always feels like?"
"No." He pushed the hair out of her face. "You haven't seen the real sparks fly yet."
"I want to see them, Mike." She giggled. "But I'm too tired to be on top anymore."
That was all the permission he needed. He slid out from beneath her, and she moaned as a copious amount of liquid formed a pool beneath her belly. She let out a raspy laugh as she looked over her shoulder at him.
"I may be tired, but I like it rough," she said. "Don't go easy on me."
Mike stared at her body, contemplating the magnificent orbs of her ass. He had seen it so many times through skirts and pants, and now that it was in front of him, all he could do was stare. It had always been a great ass, but now that a nymph's magic was helping to perfect it? It was truly a masterpiece.
He gave it a playful swat and was delighted to see that this caused ripples both along Beth's skin and on the outside of her soul. When he swatted it again, she cried out in pleasure.
"Like what you see, Caretaker?" She wiggled her ass for him. The movement itself was borderline hypnotic, and he didn't bother fighting the stupid grin that appeared.
"I'm about to show you how much I like it." He straddled her legs, teasing her labia with the head of his cock. She whimpered, her fingers picking at the Christmas tree skirt that was within reach.
When he slid inside, she let out a full-throated groan. Her magic rushed up to meet his once more, but this time he let it in. His heart raced as he built a steady tempo, pounding her from behind. Whenever his body slammed against the meat of her ass, tiny lights appeared in the air all around them.
"Ah, yeah, give it to me!" Beth tried to push herself up on her hands and knees, so he moved his legs inside of hers so that she could move. A string of curses came out of her as he proceeded to pound her even harder. She paused just long enough to demand that he pull her hair, and he saw no reason not to obey.
He could feel it building within him, a monstrous orgasm. The air was saturated with the smell of sex and ozone, and sweat ran down his forehead in rivers. The runes were drawing themselves on her soul, and he watched as his magic began to gather in what little space separated them. His cock was so slippery now that he would occasionally pull out just to wipe some fluid off with his hands.
Beth was practically incoherent at this point. He didn't know if she was just enjoying herself or if he had blown her mental fuse. Either way, his own orgasm was approaching, and he couldn't help but stare at her soul. Everything she had achieved, she had done on her own terms, her own way. Her magic was something she had nurtured on her own, carefully cultivating its growth. They may be alike in a lot of ways, but where he was chaos, she was order.
"I'm about to come," he said.
"Wait," she whimpered, catching her breath. "Not there."
He bit his lip, forcing the fire in his belly down as he slid out of her. "Where do you want it?" he asked.
"Right here." She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. "Come inside my ass, Mike."
His mouth was suddenly dry, and he licked his lips in anticipation. When he placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her ass, she arched her back to give him a better angle. The runes on her soul turned to mist and disappeared.
"I'll try to go slow--" he began.
"Like hell you will. If I can take Bigfoot back there, I can take you." She grabbed onto the tree skirt again. "Now fuck me like you mean it!"
He started slow, but was surprised to discover that her ass had no problem accommodating his girth. Her ass was phenomenally tight, but stretched without any problems. His cock was still soaking wet, so lube wasn't a problem in the slightest. When he was halfway into her ass, his trepidation vanished as his magic guided his actions. This wasn't just the ass of a beautiful woman. This was the ass of a beautiful woman with nymph magic running through her body.
Mike grabbed Beth's hair and pulled her head back as he slammed himself the rest of the way in.
"YES!" Beth cried, her hands now frantically grabbing for anything as he rammed himself into her. The lightning gathered between them anew, crawling across the hemispheres of her buttocks like a miniature Aurora Borealis.
It was too much. Between Beth's screams of pleasure and the tightness on his shaft, he exploded inside of her. Copious amounts of cum blasted her insides, and his magic took no prisoners, washing over both of them. Several of the lights in the room brightened, and then a few burnt out as his magic took them both over.
Beth pulled several ornaments off of the tree when she came. Her magic fed into his own, those tiny sparks of his gobbling up her aura like it was food. When it came back to him, he came inside her ass again, hollering in ecstasy as he pushed himself deep inside of her. More lights blew out, and Beth collapsed to the ground beneath him, her whole body twitching as she lost control.
He had no idea how much time passed, or how many orgasms they exchanged. By the time he finally pulled himself out of Beth, there was a massive pool of their combined fluids all over the floor. The fairies had arrived some time ago, all four of them rolling around in the puddle while they feasted. Mike went limp on top of Beth, his hand going down to her ass and giving it a squeeze.
"They really could base a religion on this ass," he muttered.
Beth snorted, her eyes barely visible through her hair. "So I've been told."
They lay there, exchanging small talk for quite some time. Eventually, Carmina tried to bury herself in the crack of Beth's ass, so she pulled the trespasser free and sat up.
"The others lied to me," she said, looking around the room for her clothes.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. They undersold the experience." Beth winked at him as she stacked up her clothes. "I'm just gonna walk of shame my way home, if you don't mind."
"Still a place for you here if you want it." Mike paused. "Whatever bed you want, honestly."
She knelt down and caressed his face. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm still enjoying my own space. I thought I had it all figured out, but it looks like I've got some catching up to do."
"It's not a race," he said.
"Oh, I know. But it doesn't mean I don't want to keep pace." She planted a kiss on his lips, her eyes sparkling. "And Mike?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks for letting me just be me." Beth kissed him one more time. "I'll be back in the morning. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, Beth." He watched her go and let out a sigh. Lying back on the floor, he chuckled as the fairies swarmed his lap, eager to lick him clean. It had been a really good Christmas.
Through the front window of the living room, Lily watched as the others started another one of their silly snowball fights. She had her arms crossed beneath a bright red sweater that Tink had knitted her for Christmas, and was holding a mug of hot cocoa with her tail. It was Christmas day and she was feeling miserable.
She sighed, contemplating the battle outside. It looked like there were now three groups. Beth, Mike, and Cecilia had teamed up against Tink, Kisa, and Jenny while Yuki and Abella rained icy terror on all from above. There was no keeping score, or moments of anger. In fact, Cerberus, in human form, was absolutely mesmerized by the snow and kept chasing after the snowballs that were thrown their way. It was just some good old-fashioned family fun.
Lily caught sight of her scowling reflection in the window and turned away. She plopped down onto the nearest chair and winced. Leaning forward, she pulled what looked like a Monopoly hotel from underneath her butt. One end had been melted into a fine point.
"I should really start coming to game night," she muttered, flicking the hotel across the room. It bounced off the wall and vanished behind the couch.
"Well, you seem full of Christmas cheer." The voice was soft but powerful. Lily turned around in her seat to see Christmas Present standing by the fireplace. Her once red hair was now flecked with white and she had crow's feet in the corners of her eyes.
Lily slid out of her seat and moved to the spirit, her mouth open wide. "You...what happened?"
"You refer to my appearance?" Christmas Present smiled. "I think you forget that today is my special day. When it is over, I shall become the ghost of Christmas Past, just as my predecessors have."
"Wait, so you...you die?" Lily was appalled. She wrapped her arms around the spirit and inhaled her scent. Christmas Present smelled like peppermints. "But your life is so short!"
"On the contrary. I am the spirit of the season! For wherever there is celebration this day, I am there. As the day progresses, I shall bear witness to hundreds of years worth of celebration. It will pass much faster for you, but for me? It will become everything." Christmas Present hugged Lily. "Weep not for me, dear friend. I will have lived plenty when the night is over, and shall have this day forever more."
Lily sniffed, rubbing her face against the spirit's robe. "So, what? Just thought you'd make a special appearance to make me cry or whatever?"
"Nay!" The fireplace ignited, sending flames up the chimney as Death stepped out. His robes and body were decorated with garland, glitter, and all things Christmas. "For she hath brought with her tidings of joy and good cheer! Me!"
