Sorcerer in a fantasy world
Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Chapter 87

"You can still keeping going?" She gasped many hours later.

She looked dizzy and was cum-drenched.

"Of course."

"Once more, use my tits. I don’t have the energy."

I positioned my wand into her huge, soft valley. She sagged from the sheer volume of her breasts that had no place to be on one as relatively thin as her.

I shook my hips on her belly, as she squeezed her boobs together to hug my girth.

I let out another stream of pale cream over her face. Most women would rather not, at least, back on earth. But Donna grinned and moaned. She licked and sucked my cum like it was her favourite meal.

I rolled off of her and lay beside her.

I don’t think I ever had better sex at that point with a single woman. No wonder she made a fool of her lovers. Looks and skill.

I let my body deflate to its usual proportions.

Giving me a full view of her sexy bod, she said, "You look happy."

I smiled, "I am."

She grinned like a shark, "You’re only thinking of me."

My smile and one eye twitched, "You’re the only one here. Who else would I be thinking of."

"How could you?" She protested.

I hadn’t been lying, but that hardly mattered. Pretending it did would only give her greater legitimacy.

I said nothing. Not wise, but about as far I was committed to talking with her. Arguing with her. She wasn’t Iris or Morgana.

We had only gone a few rounds. Donna had enough. She’d come plenty. But, she said she was tired. The sex had been the best I’d had, but like fine dining was lacking in quantity, the number of times, if you get my drift.

Fair, she’d endured the best she could due to having greater than average stamina. She was more sturdy than she looked.

I was almost tempted to enchant her, but ethically complicated without consent, so I let that go even though I had wanted to continue. The only reason I was here and not checking in on Iris. Maybe Iris had lost a friend and needed me. Instead I was listening to Donna getting angry over something she imagined.

My mouth tasted like ash. Was this regret? Eyebrows gathering in, and I pinched the bridge of my nose. Rubbing at a mental pain. Donna was that pain.

She swatted my chest, "You have me and you are thinking of them?"

Did she just hit me? My mouth was open in shock, I didn’t even occur to me to fight. To use violence. The situation, in her bed, sex, trying to form some sort of relationship. It was so far from the concept of violence my usual combat instincts didn’t kick in.

Something had went wrong. She was almost screaming at me now. Hurling insults.

I was using her. I didn’t really care. She was scared and I was hurting her.

My head hurt. It didn’t make sense, but she spoke with such passion and confidence. Maybe she was right?

The fact that I had the capacity to doubt. Wherever I had learned and honed that thinking skill aided me. A priceless skill it is to doubt. More so in the face of passion, confidence and charisma.

"But, you are calmer now, right?"

She rolled her eyes, "Yes, yes. You saved me. I’m safe now, big man."

She mocked playfully.

Playfully.

She bounced from anger to humour.

My ear rang with a high-pitched din.

"We had sex. Sex which you started."

"No you..."

"You pulled my cock out. Don’t try to fucking argue that." I bit back. I’m not sure I had ever been so angry before in a conversation. Outside of combat and life and death situations.

Wasn’t I happy. Where did that feeling go? I was washed over my negativity. Anger, regret and confusion.

"Fine, fine. I will say you’re good. Annoyinlyg even better than you think you are, but I won’t be one of your simpering girls. You should be mine and accept your place." She declared.

"No." I said firmly.

She covered herself with her blanket and turned her back to me.

I felt only dull pain at her compliments about how good I was in bed. I was good at listening to people at the call centre too. They also treated me like trash. Got what they wanted and threw away the rest.

I never had sex that felt hollow, after the fact, before. Almost like somehow had scooped out my heart and taken all the warm feelings out of my body.

We lay on the bed, her coldly indifferent and me fuming. Our bodies sharing the same bed, apart.

Laying in quiet, a silence shallow but all encompassing it was like a third person in the bed.

I pretended to sleep. A long while into the night she prodded me.

"You." She prodded again. "You awake?"

I magically induced my body into simulating sleep. However, I was wide awake.

"Why isn’t it working? Even now he resists me? How?" I heard her speaking to herself in disbelief.

I have many lovely women waiting on me. You’re unique, sure. A one-night stand doesn’t make me your pawn. I’m the Sorcerer of Tomorrow. Call-centre Damian would have been putty in your dainty hands, but I’m not.

I’m the shit on your fingers after too much curry.

We had gone all the way too fast. I knew laying there next to her icy indifference and cold rejection that a near unbridgeable chasm had open between our hearts. Perhaps it had always been there, but in our rapid collision had become starkly clear.

I’d made a mistake. I’m not going to cry victim. I had wanted to be here. I wanted to have sex with her. It is how it happened and moreso what happened afterwards that had gone wrong.

I was attracted to her physically. But emotionally I felt nothing from her or so I wanted to believe. At least for me, I struggled to form anything romantic for her when she presented this uncaring wall.

She was also toxic. I think or maybe it was a bad moment.

I spent far too long mulling over my regret that night. Holding onto to the pain long after I should have let it go. For even a minor pain held is like holding a glass of water. Many hours later that shit hurts all the worse.

I left when she finally slept.

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