"The witches at my meetings also ask about you. You should see them... many already know how you fill me up every night and want to know if you're willing to share a few nights with them." (Hannah)
"And what do you think?" I asked with curiosity. I had seen her deliberately ignore my hands when they slid over other women in the village.
"You should do it, or they won't stop pestering me. Besides, we're already the talk of the town; I think we've been a bit too 'visible' sometimes. Luckily no one dares say anything to us—I'd die of embarrassment." (Hannah)
"You are a powerful witch and a unique healer. Who would dare complain?" I rested my hand on her head, pushing her gently but firmly against my erection.
"Shut up... they'd complain to you, it's your fault," she muttered against my skin before trying once again to guide my glans past her throat.
"Is that coming from the girl claiming her morning ration of semen after being filled all night?" I mocked.
Hannah didn't respond anymore. She concentrated on her task, and soon the sound of her sucking mixed with the wet splashing of her own fingers working on her cunt beneath the apron. Breakfast was, definitely, at its peak.
*Gulp.*
Hannah obtained her "nutrients," but she didn't pull away. She stayed down there, her hand working rhythmically on her "dispenser" under the table, maintaining contact while we continued our conversation.
"I think I've found a real lead on our mission," I said, finishing cleaning the plate with the last piece of bread.
"The temple? Does that mean we're going home soon?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement for the return and a palpable disappointment at leaving our bubble of lust.
"Yes, though it won't be immediate or tomorrow. But we are getting closer," I stroked her head, feeling her silky hair under my palm. "Something strange is happening with the wizards and witches in the area. They are tense, as if the air were burning. Especially the diviners... some have died."
"Dead?" She stopped her hand's movement and looked at me with wide eyes. Even so, she couldn't help but discreetly lick the last drop of juice from the tip before getting serious.
"Yes. Not all of them, but it seems the best seers—those who have the gift but lack the power to protect themselves—have tried to glimpse the future and ended up with fried brains. I think it's all related," I explained, while sliding my foot under her apron until I found her cunt, beginning to play with it.
"Related how?" she gasped, sinking her hips against my foot, seeking more pressure.
"From what I've investigated, everyone senses an imminent catastrophe. Some have atrocious dreams. Have you felt anything like that?" (Red)
"I don't think so..." she replied thoughtfully. Naturally; we ended up so exhausted after every sex session that her dreams were a black void. "Wait... now that you mention it, I ran into some witches in the city. They were more sullen than usual, with deep dark circles under their eyes. They said they were just tired, but I think they were afraid of something."
"Exactly. I have a hypothesis." I paused, gripped her by the waist, and pulled her up in one go to sit her on my lap.
Hannah wasted no time and impaled herself again, letting my penis fit inside her. She didn't move; she just stayed there, enjoying the fullness of being connected while I continued talking.
"The most sensitive mages perceive the danger. The most powerful diviners try to foresee it, but the vision is so violent that it kills them. Whatever is coming, it's protecting itself from prying eyes."
"And why aren't we affected? You're the best at prophecy I know," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck while her internal walls gave me small, wet welcomes.
"Because for us, there is no danger," I smiled, brushing my nose against hers. "The others feel ominous premonitions because they are in the line of fire. But since I postponed the ASPECT project, few things in this world can put me in check... and you, being so close to me..." I leaned toward her lips and gave her a slow, possessive kiss. "And with Elise watching... well, we're in another league."
"Are we safe then?" (Hannah)
"Relatively. We should investigate. For so many mages to feel it, it must be something bordering on the divine." (Red)
"Another Yakuruna?" she asked with a trace of fear in her eyes.
"No, that would be improbable. Meeting that thing was an anomaly. I don't think it's a demigod, but rather some ambitious wizard trying to play with the remains of a divine being... something in the style of Morgana," I commented, downplaying it as my hands moved down to her buttocks to set the rhythm.
"Did you really meet the actual Morgana?" she asked again, her eyes shining with excitement. I had mentioned it before, but for her, it was still something out of an impossible myth.
"Meeting her is an understatement. I fought alongside her against Merlin... I fucked her apprentices... and I fucked her in front of her own students," I blurted out with excessive arrogance. "Right now, Hannah, you're riding the same legendary penis that made her moan exactly the way you're doing."
Hannah's expression was a chaos of confusion: she didn't know whether to be offended by my lack of tact or excited by the idea. In the end, she opted for the latter, moving her hips with renewed intensity while covering my face with small, wet kisses.
"Will I ever be able to meet her?" (Hannah)
"Sure. In fact, I'd like to bring her with us. She was a great woman... technically brilliant, though morally very questionable," I shook my head, remembering her old ways. "But the cost of bringing her is high, so I'll have to postpone it. Soon you'll have her here, sharing your man with you," I teased.
"Hmmm..." Hannah let out an ambiguous purr. She no longer showed her former insecurity at the mention of other women.
"Would it really not bother you if it were Morgana?" I asked, genuinely curious about her change in attitude.
"She's a legendary figure... if it were her, maybe I could..." She trailed off, embarrassed, before continuing. "I just want to meet her. If she's another of your wives, that's fine. When I talked to the girls, they told me we'll all be like sisters, so I accept it. I accept that you love others... and that you fuck others. In fact... would you be okay with doing it with some of the girls from this city? Or with the witches from my group?"
"Are you asking me?" I smiled maliciously, wrapping my arms around her.
"No... well, I'm just giving you a free pass. To try a threesome, or more... to... practice," she confessed with her face burning. She didn't want to admit she was terrified of the idea of sharing a bed with a legend like Morgana and being embarrassed.
"Adorable," I murmured, brushing her nipples with my lips until she shuddered.
"Anyway... back to the mission..." she said, trying to regain the thread of the conversation and her breath. "How does the mages' fear relate to our business?"
"They aren't necessarily connected directly, but I've been doing my own prophecies. Just small glimpses, because I've suffered enough from playing with that. I've interrogated those who've had visions, and do you know what I found?"
"What?" (Hannah)
"A recurring image: a colossal structure, a zigurat surrounded by rivers of blood filled with skulls." (Red)
"The temple?" (Hannah)
"Most likely. Besides, cultists have started appearing in the area looking for their companions... old friends of our former enemies."
"The mages who attacked us were cultists?!" she asked, intrigued. Since she knew of the real existence of gods, her view of religion had changed radically.
"It's the most logical conclusion. They've been asking about them, so I imagine they were part of the same faction. The curious thing is that, even though they know what we did to their comrades, they haven't come to hunt us. They're being cautious, which annoys me." (Red)
"Will we have to fight them again?"
"Perhaps. But for now, I prefer to observe. If they are cultists, that temple we're looking for might be their sanctuary. Instead of killing them, I'll let them serve as our guides." I said, annoyed that my Legilimency hadn't worked; they all died before letting anything slip.
And so our morning talk ended: with Hannah filled with my hot juice, panting on my lap and having to take an emergency bath before going out to attend to her patients with that look of a satisfied woman that no one in the village could ignore.
...
At dusk, Hannah and I dressed in the most luxurious silks of the region to attend the chief's banquet. Although we had turned down countless invitations, the chief did not cease in his efforts to attract us; he knew our mere presence in the city had sent his economy and prestige skyrocketing like a wildfire.
Calling it a "party" was a matter of perspective. In this era, nocturnal celebrations were rarities, but the chief transformed them into bacchanals to win our favor. There were more and more beautiful women, dressed in barely a few threads of fabric, serving the guests. My fame as an insatiable womanizer had spread as wide as my reputation as a jealous man; because of that, no one dared offer male company to Hannah anymore. She was untouchable, my absolute property.
The event overflowed with exotic delicacies, potent drinks, and some hallucinogens. It was, in essence, a night of debauchery preceded by the boring protocol of a political dinner. While I dealt with nobles who offered me their daughters in exchange for secrets or power, Hannah became the center of the female circle.
By this point, she had nothing left to hide. I saw her chatting animatedly, recounting some of our more intense "little adventures." The women surrounded her with expressions ranging from pure excitement to morbid curiosity and an envy so thick you could cut it with a knife. Even the maidservants lingered while serving wine, straining their necks to catch any dirty detail about how the "healing witch" was claimed every night.
After dinner, the spectacle was led by the apprentice of the deceased local sorcerer. The poor devil, who had narrowly survived the massacre by not opposing us on his father's instructions, did what he could. After being cured by us of the curses his own master threw at him for being a "coward," he had matured through hard knocks. Now he was a sorcerer in his own right, though his "early graduation" put him at the bottom of the sorcerer hierarchy.
As the party dispersed into small groups, I took the opportunity to walk under the moonlight, looking for Hannah, who had vanished with the women to discuss... more intimate matters.
However, it wasn't Hannah who found me first. Several female shadows cast discreet invitations from the corners, but the boldest was the chief's daughter. She clung to my arm with an electric urgency and guided me toward a dark area of the garden, hoping the night air would do the rest.
It didn't take long for us to end up against a wall, devouring each other's mouths while my hands explored every corner of her body, which smelled of expensive oils and desperate desire. But we weren't alone.
Hannah appeared from the shadows. She didn't try to stop us; she stood observing with an analytical gaze until she decided to take a step forward. The chief's daughter, terrified at seeing the powerful healer, bowed her head and was on the verge of fleeing, fearing a hex or an exemplary punishment that no one would dare question. But Hannah stopped her in her tracks.
"Get on your knees," Hannah said, sounding like an order even though it wasn't really one.
The girl obeyed, trembling, expecting the worst. Her surprise was absolute when she saw Hannah also kneel in front of her and begin to lower my pants with a complicit smile.
Under the gaze of the moon, Hannah guided the chief's daughter in a shared blowjob. At first, there were clashing teeth and clumsy hands, but the final result was a very enjoyable symphony of wet sucking.
When finished, Hannah wiped the corner of her lips and looked at the girl.
"Do you want to come home with us tonight for some tea?" Hannah invited, with embarrassment and the little courage the heat of the moment had given her.
We all knew exactly what that meant.