📜🎩 T H E ☆ M A G I C I A N - Act 78 (nsfw)

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Act 78

Mel

Nothing could’ve prepared Melchior for what was coming. If he would have informed himself about it beforehand, he would have been too nervous to act authentically. His mind would’ve been stuck in theory about what to do, to think and feel. About techniques. About where to put the tongue, the teeth, the hands, the nose. How long was appropriate? Were you allowed to gulp, or was it shameful? Avoid the hair, or brush through it? Go inside or stimulate just externally? Suck? Grip? Talk? Was the goal climax? Stimulation? Degradation? Adoration?

Mel knew nothing about it.

And he was glad. Because the moment his lips touched her lower ones, it would only have held him back.

Now, his devotion took over. His body acting on its own. He didn’t know what was proper and what was not, nor did he care. All he cared for was her satisfaction. To be her tool. To lose himself in serving her.

While he was kneeling, with her standing before him, brushing her robe to the side, he only hesitated for a moment. But as soon as he tasted her, it was over. He now was hers, completely. Immediately, he opened his mouth, to take in more of her, to worship her. He didn’t dare to elevate his hands and touch her, for she had not allowed him to. So he used his tongue to delve deeper, caressing her overruling, vigorous sex that now seemed so much more potent than any phallus ever could.

Apparently he did well, because Bastet gave him an imperious, holy moan. The first of many to come.

And apparently, she deemed him fit for this appeal, because he heard the chair behind her pulling close, obeying her just as Mel did, so she could sit down and—by god, or all the gods together—spread her legs, for her votary to now have unconfined access.

“Use your hands,” she ordered; or rather: allowed. She didn’t have to ask this of him twice.

Mel lifted his hands to open up her entrance more; something that usually would have seemed lewd beyond comprehension to him, but now was the only thing fit to help him give in to his queen with everything he had.

Then he started to lick. Not with the tip of his tongue, but with it all, including his lips. 

Even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t have been able to hold back.

Because he was starving, and she was the epitome of nurture. 

Her taste was not comparable to anything he had ever eaten.

She tasted like yearning, like home, like heaven. Like his true self. Like a demon, like a god. Like a true mother. 

It was as if he was allowed to taste the essence of her entire being.

He heard her moan and purr in bliss, and she started to rock her hips. Just slightly, but enough to make Mel almost faint.

He adjusted to her movements seamlessly and promptly, being rewarded with another long, contented moan. Her fingers dug into his hair; first caressing him, then holding onto it, pressing his face even closer.

He didn’t object in the slightest. He took all of her in pure zeal, barely able to breathe. Her lust dripped from his lips and trickled down his throat to merge with him.

Time had become irrelevant, too. He didn’t know how long he sat there, if it had been minutes, or hours, or even days. When Bastet eventually pulled him away, it was too soon.

He was ready to serve her this way until he dropped dead.

“My beloved devotee,” her voice poured out like a song, “I feel that you are eager to provide. But we have so much more to explore. Are you ready?”

“Always, mistress,” Mel answered not only with his voice, but all of his devotion.

She smiled and got up, directing him to follow by putting her finger under his chin.

Then she started to undress him. Carefully, slowly, honoring the wardrobe he had chosen for her.

And once he was naked, she had not only stripped him of his clothes but also all of his dysphoria and dysmorphia. She clearly was pleased with what she saw, so who was he to question her? He had stopped being a human once he kneeled before her; he was now nothing more than her toy.

She looked at him thoroughly, her eyes shining with undiluted hunger, lust, and curiosity. After she had taken all of him in, after he had let her look at every inch of his mortal vessel, she picked him up to carry him to her bed, with such ease that made him feel young and small again, lying in a mother’s arms.

But then he lay on the bed, and he was nothing but.

When she hovered over him, the divine fabric of her robe brushed over his body, leaving a tingling sensation everywhere it touched.

Her left arm supported her weight next to his head, her right hand gravitating towards his belly again. Caressing it in big circles, feeling the demons inside thrash.

“Such vile creatures…” she commented with compassion in her voice. “My poor beloved boy. Let me ask you again: does this part of you belong to me, too?”

“Yes, mistress, but…”

“I can bid them vanish, and in their stead, grant thee mine — if but for this one time.”

The morals and semantics of her suggestion made Mel’s head spin. She could do that? Here, right now? Wouldn’t that be too nasty? Wouldn’t that mean that he would be knocked out? Wouldn’t that… hurt Lusje, maybe…?

“Do not be troubled. I shall teach you how to summon their leaving in your own time. It shall serve you well in the life that lies ahead. I will hold your spirit intact until I’ve planted mine, so you won’t be as exhausted. As for Lusje… if it vexed him, would he not already have made himself known?”

Mel could feel the demon shift on his back, but it did not object.

“I… I’m not sure…”

“I won’t force you, my sweet. But if it is shame that binds your choice, I ask of you to hand it over to me. If you agree, let it be with your whole being, for only then may I bestow this gift upon thee. So let me ask once more — would you like to carry the fruit of mine within yours, instead of Lucifer’s? This one time?”

Mel decided to let go of any higher brain functions again, to instead answer with what stormed inside his heart: “Yes, Mistress. I welcome your gift, with every fiber of my body.”

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