Chaos Magic: Life Sorcerer: Book Three - Return of Magic: Book Four

by D. R. Rosier

  Despite everything, he was kind of shocked he hadn’t blown his load. He’d been closer to that when they’d started fucking than he was now. Her obvious lack of pleasure had just killed it for him. She was too tense, too guarded against the fear of a flashback, and she was afraid to give up control and get swept away by the sensations and pleasure. Of course, giving up control was the only way for her to truly enjoy it.

  Well, she had enjoyed it some of course, sweet sounds of pleasure and all, she’d just hit a wall she couldn’t rise past.

  She smirked and put her hands on his chest, and slowly grinded on him with a look of cute concentration on her face. She gasped when he reached up and squeezed her breasts firmly, and when he thumbed her sexy fat nipples, she tightened around him like a vice and milked him hard drawing a gasp of his own.

  He stayed still for the moment, just enjoying the view as she played from up above, it was obviously a position she’d never taken outside of riding face. His cock twitched as she started a tight little circle grind, and when she squeezed around him, and he moaned deeply, she bit her lip and her eyes widened lustfully. He let her keep going, so sexy and sensual as she experimented and lost herself in the sensations she was causing deep inside her body, until she found a rhythm that she seemed to lose herself in, then he started to rock and twist his body to match that rhythm.

  That really opened her eyes.

  “Goddess, Sean, that feels so good.”

  The more she worked him, the more confidently, sensuously, and sexily she rode him, letting out sweet gasps and breathy sighs of pleasure, and the more relaxed she got as she milked his cock with powerful squeezes and firm grinds even in the moments he didn’t engender them with a firm squeeze of her nipples and breasts.

  As he’d hoped, changing position and putting her in charge had shifted her mentality, and while the fear wasn’t totally gone, she was losing herself in the pleasure. Enough that he started to have the opposite problem, and he was having trouble holding himself back. She was so sexy when she was lost in the pleasure, mesmerizingly so and his cock twitched hard in her snug heat. She was working him hard by then, a slow rise and fall followed by a hard forward and back grind that blew his mind, all while staring into his eyes and obviously as delighted by his pleasure as he was in hers.

  Then she leaned down ever farther, and after a false start or two she started to rise and fall on his cock at an incredibly hard and fast rate. He bent his legs slightly for more leverage and started to fuck up into her just as hard and fast, and her eyes widened with shocked pleasure.

  Her every breath turned into a sharp pant, and her face was painted with amazement, bliss, and hunger as the pleasure skyrocketed. She added a tiny bump and grind, and half the time squeezed him hard as she rose back up, and their bodies bounced apart from the impact. Her tits were bouncing and shaking wildly with each thrust, but it was her dark brown eyes loaded with pleasured euphoric amazement and a deep bliss that had him rapt and awestruck.

  Goddess, she was so sexy when she lost herself in the pleasure.

  “Sean!”

  Her body trembled, and he thumbed her nipples once more with authority before sliding his hands down to her waist and gripping hard, so she didn’t fall off as ecstasy stole her body and senses. Her eyes were wide and vulnerable, looking down into his, as her pussy tightened like a vice of satin and her sex flooded his cock and balls. It wasn’t the powerful squirt of earlier, but it was extremely potent as she trembled over him and around him.

  He bent his knees a little more to get his feet flat, for more firm leverage, and then started to stroke up into her as hard and fast as he could, a punishing pace that made her scream out in pleasure even while still mid-orgasm.

  He didn’t stop, and pounded up home into her convulsing, squeezing, and rapturous heaven. He managed it a good thirty seconds, which tossed her off a second cliff before she’d even fully came down.

  She screamed, “Fuck! Sean!” as his balls boiled, and his legs grew numb.

  He grunted as his nostrils flared, and he roared, “Lori!”

  He saw tears in her eyes as he started to pulse up into her luxurious paradise, the silken walls convulsed and milked his potent seed in great pulses of pleasure that rocked through his body and mind. It felt like it might never end, but when it did they came down together. Their eyes locked and hers brimming with tears, vulnerability, and joy.

  She leaned down as she squeezed around him, and she sighed into his mouth as she kissed him with a breathlessly soft passion that stole just a little more of his heart.

  She whispered, “I love you, Sean. That was… goddess.”

  He said softly as he caressed her face, “I love you too, Lori. I’m glad that worked.”

  She smirked, “I was enjoying you on top, fucking me, but letting me ride you instead helped me let go.”

  “Enjoyment wasn’t enough, I wanted to see you lose yourself and feel you cum around me. Did I mention how beautiful you are?”

  She giggled, which made her squeeze him, “Once or twice. Thank you.”

  “Well, even more so when lost in pleasure.”

  She blushed, and then nibbled his lips with a little sigh.

  “Can we do it again?”

  He laughed, “As much as you want, love. Do you want to talk about it?”

  She shook her head, “No, not right now at least, and maybe with Mara.”

  He didn’t take offense at that. He was sure he could never truly understand it anyway, and Mara was a priestess of healing and protection. That’s also what polyamory was about, support in all directions.

  He wiggled beneath her, and he pulled her down to take a nipple into his mouth. Gods, her skin tasted sweet, even with the slightly salty taste of her sweat that he even enjoyed.

  They had two more rounds of loving, the second time she rode him again and went straight to hardcore twerking hips and wild fucking, and she came around him several times before he returned the favor. The third time she suggested doggie style, which he wasn’t so sure was a good idea, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. She squeezed, bucked, and threw her whole body violently back into him as he took her hard from behind no holds barred. Hair pulling, ass spanking, and wild fucking as she came for him over and over again. It was also the position where she squirted for the second time, and she came so hard for him she passed out from the pleasure for a short moment.

  She was obviously a passionate lover, very much not a bystander, except for that one position where fear had held her frozen. That was easy enough to deal with by simple avoidance, and she was a very strong woman, one day he was sure they’d be doing that too. And if he was wrong, well that was fine too, she was still one of the strongest women he knew.

  Sexy, loving, sweet, as well as terrifying, strong, and stubborn, and he loved all of those things about her.

  He also found out she was a toucher after that wild late morning and afternoon of debauchery. Whenever he was close enough that it was convenient, her hand was on his body somewhere, or she leaned against him. In short, she was very affectionate physically, and not just with him. Last but certainly not least, Lori had also let him set a life bond between them, so he could communicate with her like he could with Mara and Cassie, from a distance.

  It was a good day, except maybe for his boneheaded move with Sy’lia. They got a lot done with the nursery, master bedroom, and the greenhouse was finished as well.

  Tomorrow they’d be facing a threat. He was confident enough they’d win, with all the powerful people in one place, but now he had five lovers to worry about. Not to mention the other four ladies that’d be with them.

  It was what it was, protecting people and punishing people that deserved it was what they did.

  Chapter Thirteen - Interlude

  The sky’s dawn light lit the eastern horizon with pinks and light blues as they packed up their encampment. They’d been slowed down by a snarl of old cars on the road. Most of the roads weren’t clear, but t
hey weren’t exactly choked up either. Most had stayed home and locked the doors and windows during the alien attack, after which the cities had turned into a slow death. The roads had been relatively empty of cars, on the night emergence happened.

  But every once in a while, there was a pileup of cars to deal with. Usually with campers and trucks filled with rotted things, the people driving them no doubt hitting the road looking for greener pastures in large groups for protection.

  It’d taken almost all afternoon to clear enough of the road, so they’d spent the night on the side of the road instead of driving on. The trucks, jeeps, and hummers had headlights of course, but sometimes the signs of a nearby settlement were extremely subtle, and it would be easily missed in the dark of night with only the pavement lit up.

  Not to mention people would see them coming, in a world with no lights, the headlights on bright were even more obvious from miles away.

  Carson was in the passenger seat of the deuce and a half with his brother Jameson driving. The lovely Aurora, who beyond all odds he still wanted to fuck almost constantly, was sitting between them. He had to keep an eye on her. She was very influential with her mantel, and only he seemed to be able to see through the lust and bullshit when she tried to subtly direct them. It pissed him off when she tried. He’d have killed her, but her pussy was just too good, plus her attempted influences were usually to benefit the redheaded tribute, not undermine his authority overly, so he let it pass most of the time.

  Mostly, really he let the chaos magic decide. So far out of four times total, the bullet hadn’t fired and aerated her head. It was interesting, maybe next time?

  Aurora asked, “Why do you drive around. I mean, why not just take over a community?”

  He snorted, “Psychology. A day or two of rough partying keeps most people cowed, but there’s a tipping point where some will decide it’s worth risking their life to rebel. Besides, that sounds like work, keeping them safe, guarding the community from other raiders, constantly being aware of ambition in others, and it would get old fast. Fucking the same whores over and over sounds like heaven until it becomes a boring hell, and my men would grow with discontent. Better to keep going, keep things new and interesting for my men, and temporary fear keeps the communities well cowed for a day or two with an example or two, and we’re gone before they think better of it.”

  He knew he was crazy, but he had insights into human behavior, and loved to use that behavior against them. Much like he loved to turn woman into the shameless whores they truly are out of fear of him and love for another. He snorted violently. Love was just a scam to hold a good man down, but he supposed it came in handy for getting laid.

  Jameson pointed, “Check that out. We’re getting close to Savannah.”

  He looked out the window, and he pursed his lips. There was a farm ahead. This late in the year there were no crops in the field, but he could see the smoke rising back in the trees from a farmhouse. It might be a sign of a community, or it might just be a solitary farm with a relatively small group.

  At least, it could’ve been, but then he saw more farms ahead, with cows and horses in separate pastures, as well as some old-fashioned looking wagons that looked very new. The kind of stuff seen around communities, which were mostly farms with a relatively small-town center.

  “You might be right.”

  He felt her hand on his thigh, as Aurora said, “But your men don’t get tired of me. I’m the exception by my very nature. I could be enough.”

  He got hard at her soft sensual touch, but at the same time he growled, “What the fuck did I tell you about manipulation?”

  She winced at his angry tone, “That’s in my nature too, I can’t help it. I seduce.”

  He growled, “To get men into your slutty body, not to influence their life decisions. Why do you even care, it’s not like a few days of a whore’s pay is going to make no difference in the long run. We’ve yet to kill a single one of them, or even maim them overmuch.”

  Aurora’s eyes widened, and he slapped her in the face.

  She said, “That’s not…”

  He interrupted angrily, “Shut up! Time for another chaos magic test. Pull us over, maybe we’ll finally be rid of the bitch.”

  Jameson looked at him as if to measure his stubbornness quotient, they were awfully close to a community after all, and this could screw up their well-proven and usual approach. One look at his brother and he pushed down on the horn twice giving the signal, and he pulled over to the side of the road right next to one of the farms along the road. Jameson wasn’t sure how far away the town center was from there, but probably no more than five miles. Even with horses and wagons, farmers wouldn’t want to be too far from where they delivered to market.

  Carson gripped the bitch’s silky hair, and he pulled her by her hair out of the cab. They walked out in front of the truck in the middle of the road as he pulled his gun out. The bitch had tears in her eyes, and her ethereally beautiful face was expressing terror. He got a little harder at that, maybe he’d fuck her mouth right there in front of his men. Well, only if the gun didn’t go off again, obviously.

  He said a prayer to the bitch that held his leash, and he heard her mocking sultry laughter in his head as his body was filled with her power. He pushed the power into the gun, then held it up against her head. He was about to squeeze the trigger, when test number five was interrupted.

  Jameson said, “Carson!” as he heard his brother load a round into the chamber of his M16a rifle and click off the safety.

  Carson turned his enraged face forward, and then gaped at the ten people just standing in the road not fifty feet away. All but two sexy twins had a powerful magical signature, as well as objects that glowed almost violently in magical power. One was a short man, and the rest were gorgeous women. Without his ability to feel magic he’d have thought it was a pimp and a group of hot whores.

  Two of them were glowing brightly, and seemed to have protective spells over the rest, while another had shadows running around her feet and legs.

  A woman with a long staff that radiated magic, and with long light brown hair ordered, “Stop! Let her go you fool!”

  He sneered, then growled, “Kill them!”

  The two non-magical bitches with enchanted long daggers ran forward so fast he couldn’t get his gun around fast enough, but when their long daggers hit his chaos shield they didn’t get through. One of the blades was eaten, another ripped out of the bitch’s hands and went straight up to orbit for all he knew. The third long dagger exploded into molten fragments and slammed into the wielder putting the bitch down, and the fourth exploded into butterflies.

  He pulled the trigger, and the gun roared sending a bullet into the bitch. He was pissed, because that meant he’d have finally been rid of the damned sex goddess if it wasn’t for these assholes.

  The silver haired curvaceous one tried to set him on fire, but his shield turned her own magic back and applied chaos, and the bitch was completely encased in ice.

  The two sorceresses were a bit smarter. One exploded the ground under his feet which dumped him on his ass, while the other one threw a jeep at him with some kind of levitation or telekinetic spell. He rolled quickly and just managed to avoid becoming a smear on the concrete.

  He felt more magic against him, from the man he thought who looked even more pissed off than he felt, but in that case the magic was simply dispersed.

  The priestess with the shadows and the two with the light hadn’t attacked yet, but the former let loose her shadows at that point with a cold implacable look on her model beautiful face.

  Of course, the shadows didn’t get to him, because over those last three seconds all of his men had been pulling guns and jumping out of trucks, and in that moment, they opened fire.

  The stupid golden blonde bitch with the staff was hit by several bullets to the chest sending her down on her ass as she screamed in pain. The man was hit twice, and the shadow priestess and one of the other
light priestesses was taken down in a spray of blood.

  The silver haired ice encased woman sent out a burst of magic that made her ice prison explode.

  The… holy shit, was that an elf? He’d never fucked an elf before, and she was hot. The elven bitch dove and tackled the man and took two bullets in her back. The blonde sorceress, the one with the other slightly smaller staff, activated some enchanted device that sucked in the surrounding flows of magic like a tornado, and all ten of them just disappeared before his men could finish cutting them down.

  He grunted as he stood up, “What the fuck was that?”

  Aurora pressed her lips together stubbornly, and he almost snorted. She should’ve tried to look confused instead, instead of giving away that she knew something which she planned to try and hide. Well, goddess or not, she was a dumb slut.

  He pointed the gun at her face.

  “Start talking. It’s not too late to put a bullet between your eyes.”

  Jameson yelled, “Sound off!”

  He’d let his brother take care of the men and get their magazines reloaded, he was completely focused on the goddess.

  She said coldly, “You already know, if you know what you are, and I know you do.”

  He sneered, but he had been expecting something like this eventually based on what chaotic information he’d learned from Nox. Just… not quite so soon.

  “The bearer of the mantle is an old fucking man, not a group of swimsuit models.”

  She snorted, “Ten thousand years ago, was the last time chaos walked the land. Things change in the mortal world, and your goddess can’t see into this world and gain new knowledge without a priest. That was the bearer of the mantle of balance, the servant of Gaia, and some of her allies I’d imagine. I don’t know them.”

  He rolled his eyes, and he put his gun up. His anger toward her had played out, and as usual she was just too good a fuck for him to just simply kill. It was only the chaos game of magical Russian roulette he enjoyed that made it right.