He cupped her breasts and squeezed them softly. “I want to fuck you, Pondora.”
There, he said it. She probably wasn’t in the mood after having come right now, but to his erect and superhard cock, it didn’t matter.
To his delight, she replied, “Yes, I want you to fuck me, as well.” She turned her head to look at Jacob. “Both of you at the same time.”
Merlin liked the sound of that. After all, she’d have double the pleasure, and they could both please her at the same time. He witnessed her climax just a few seconds ago from a finger fuck, and it was quite intense. He wondered what her reaction would be when she and they came together. Oh, now that would be the best thing anyone could ever experience.
Jacob said, “That can be arranged.” He looked at Merlin, who moved in to kiss her and rub her breasts. Thanks to the water, she was well wet and wouldn’t need pre-lubrication from his cock. That was a good thing now because his cock was so hard, he worried he’d explode before he even slipped into her if they waited that long.
And he didn’t want that. What he wanted was for her and Jacob and he to come all together, simultaneously reaching their climax as one. That would bind them for eternity, he felt.
He kissed her rosy, full lips and slipped his tongue into her mouth, first licking the inside of her teeth and then dancing in seduction with her tongue. He slipped his cock to her pussy and moved back and forth, getting himself used to her tightness. Even with all this water surrounding them, Pondora was dry and tight deep in her passage. He liked that. He slipped in, and the water acted like an oil that let him slide into her in one easy shot. He stayed deep inside her, not moving, waiting for Jacob to impale her ass.
Jacob kissed her neck, and when he began to lift her, Merlin realized his brother was pushing farther into her asshole. Water was the perfect and cleanest lubricant. He made a note of that for future sexual adventures he hoped he’d have with the lovely and dangerous Pondora.
The lovely and dangerous Pondora. He liked the sound and thought of that. It was what attracted him to her from the very beginning, or so he wanted to believe.
Feeling his brother had completely impaled her ass, he kissed her on her lips right after she moaned and licked her lips. He snaked his tongue into her mouth and slowly slipped out of her cunt, and when he slid back in, so did his tongue. She reciprocated his actions with ones of her own, as did Jacob. While one sunk in, the other exited. Pondora thrust and moved in complement to their mating dance.
Merlin continued to probe her sweet mouth as Jacob explored her breasts with his hands. His thumb and index finger grabbed hold of her nipples and teased them. Pondora moaned and drew her tongue out of Merlin’s mouth to nip his lip.
Shivers of pleasure channeled through the bite and travelled downward through his neck, chest, abdomen, and pelvic area. When they hit his cock, he sunk deep and quick into her. She brought her hands to his back, first rubbing it, then using her nails to scratch his skin downward in a gentle, lustful way. That was the last bit of arousal he needed to feed his explosion.
His balls got tight and his cock stiffened, then with his last thrust in, he ejected his cum into her. The warm liquid oozing out of him coated her passage as his cock’s head squirted its fountain. Her inner walls contracted around his shaft, thus squeezing the rest of the cum out of him. She cried out in ecstasy, her whole body shaking in his arms.
Jacob groaned, pumping faster into her asshole, his eyes closed, his hands still caressing and teasing her nipples. When he stopped moving, he grunted and wrapped his arms around her waist from the back. He had obviously come and savored the effects of having it coat her hole and his shaft.
Pondora leaned forward and rested her head on Merlin’s shoulder. It seemed as though she were absorbing his strength, his warmth. She looked like a vulnerable and innocent young woman who needed him and wanted him. If only the evil sorceress he had heard about and had committed such horrors to this country was not she. A part of him wanted her to be a different Pondora, one whose pure heart had made space to love him and be with him. But some dreams never came true, no matter how hard he wished or prayed that they did.
A few minutes had passed while Pondora still rested her head on his shoulder. Neither he nor Jacob had come out of her. His cock throbbed from having her cunt’s walls hold him in place. The warmth inside her had its effect on his cock. Her soft silky black hair caressed his nose, and her body’s scent, sweet and alluring, lured him closer to her body.
Her breasts rubbing against his chest was the last element that awakened his cock once again. He desired to fuck Pondora once more, but in a different position. He wanted to give her pleasures she had never experienced. Looking at his brother, he gave him a signal. Would he be up for the challenge so soon after their lovemaking? More importantly, would the seductress herself be ready to have her pussy fucked like it never had been before?
Chapter Twelve
The ice-cold brass spying glass Velona held in her hands was her undoing.
She knew it damned her, yet she couldn’t let it go. Her hands stuck to it like glue to a trap. There in the mirror lay the creature, a hideous scaly demon staring at her with its fiery yellow eyes, its mouth open, and its fangs grinning in sin.
She tried to look away, fear sending chills throughout her body, but her wish was impossible. It held her captive, pulling her through the glass into its lair.
“I have you now, Velona,” the fiery demon said in a raspy female voice.
“You will never have me.” She quivered with fear but tried to show bravery in the time of peril.
“That is where you are wrong. You may have escaped me decades ago, but now that I have found you once again, I will destroy you before you can escape once more.” The demon circled around her, staring her down. Its eight-foot-high stature gradually shrank, and its body shape, as well, until it formed the silhouette of a woman just a little taller than Velona.
The fiery yellow eyes remained, but its facial features took on human form. They took on the form of Serona. The sorceress and her sister who she had been running from all these years had her in her clutches as she circled Velona, deciding in what fashion she’d bring her death.
Her black, long, feathery gown trailed behind her like a void of darkness sucking the air from around her, making Velona choke to breathe.
With a pointy, long, black fingernail, she lifted Velona’s chin so that Velona might look into the evil sorceress’s eyes.
“Soon I’ll be there. Soon I’ll have my revenge. And it’s all thanks to those meddling fools. How ironic that they should do all this work to catch and stop you. In turn they sealed their own deaths.”
At the mention of Merlin and Jacob dying, Velona flinched. It came instinctively, before she could think of stopping it. They couldn’t die because of her.
Serona caught her reaction and said, “You were always so weak, letting your emotions play on your mind and heart.”
She gave her a stern look and said, “Not always. I was as ruthless and cold as you are, Serona.”
Serona laughed, a deep-throated chuckle that sent shivers of disgust through Velona’s body. “Yes, I remember. How could I forget? You made me proud.”
Serona’s pupils changed, the irises turned to black-brown, as she stared into Velona’s eyes. “You can always come back. All will be forgotten if you do.”
Velona frowned. “Come back to the dark side of the magic world? Come back to hunt, torment, hurt, and kill the vulnerable and the innocent? I’d rather die than once again become a monster like you and the others.”
“That can easily be arranged. You will suffer the consequences of your acts, Velona. I’ll be there when you least expect it. I’ll take away your pawns one at a time. Their meager powers cannot stop me, and then I will kill you. A slow and painful death. Seeing the tears and fear in your eyes will be reward enough. But when you beg for mercy, I will dance in jubilation. That is when I’ll kill you.”
Ser
ona rubbed her hands together in anticipation, her image shrinking to the size of the spying glass as she said in a fading voice, “Soon, Velona, very soon.”
Darkness blanketed the lair, and suddenly out of the looking glass came a beam of light. It shone bright in Velona’s face, making her squint. Then a claw-like hand of the demon shot out and grabbed Velona by the neck and choked her....
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“No! No!” cried a muffled voice in the darkness.
Jacob bolted to a sitting position not knowing where he was or who was crying. He had been sleeping soundly when the voice brought him out of somnolence. It was the dead of night, and if the almost-full moon’s light hadn’t illuminated the area around him, he would have sat there far longer, wondering and confused.
But now he understood Pondora was crying and choking. She lay between him and Merlin. Her eyes were wide open, etched in utter fear and panic. Her hands were wrapped around her neck, and she appeared to be tightening her grip.
Merlin sat up a second after that, looking as groggy and disoriented as Jacob had been.
He, like Jacob, reacted by trying to pry her clutching hands away from her neck.
“Stop it, Pondora! You’re choking yourself!” Merlin shouted.
A lot of good that would do, Jacob thought as he continued to pry loose her fingers. She was in a trance and had super strength. His efforts made no progress. Her hands and arms acted like metal bonded to metal.
He looked at Merlin. “It’s not Pondora doing this. It’s a spell. The evil sorceress somehow got to her through her dream.”
Merlin didn’t look at him, for he was still too busy pulling futilely at her arms. “So what do we do?”
Jacob uttered the first thing that popped into his head. “Give her back her powers, Merlin! Only then can she fight back.”
“But...” Merlin hesitated.
Jacob could see Pondora’s face start to turn blue. Her eyes seemed to want to pop out of their sockets. “Hurry, Merlin! Hurry!”
Merlin jumped to his feet and darted to his sack near the fire pit. The embers had long ago burnt out as nighttime progressed. He dug into the long sack, rummaging and cursing. “Where is the bloody orb?”
Pondora stopped breathing, Jacob feared, for she became completely still. His heart jumped to his throat, pounding frantically. He leaned in to shake her, but she didn’t move.
“Pondora! Pondora!”
Her motionless body was the telltale sign he could not refute. She was dead. The evil sorceress had taken her in the dead of night.
Tears began to film his eyes. He honestly thought they would have been able to vanquish the sorceress and save Pondora and her cursed victims. And maybe after that they could have had something more. Maybe something wonderful could have grown from their encounter. But now everything was lost. His heart broke, never to mend again.
It dawned on him too late that the spell wasn’t the cause of his growing feelings for her. It may have pulled them together in the beginning, but then something else took over. Something real and, he believed, everlasting. Nothing on heaven or earth could do that except genuine and pure love. It took her death to tell him that.
Gazing at Merlin, who knelt beside her, motionless and holding the orb, he saw the despair and pain etched in his brother’s features. Merlin’s heart had broken, too.
Sniffling, Jacob bent down to first kiss her forehead and then close her dead, wide eyes. The moment his lips touched her skin, a spark ignited and stung his mouth. Then a gasp and a big crying sigh escaped her lips.
“You’re alive!” he said in disbelief and joy.
She kept blinking, gasping for air. Hyperventilating she said, “She came to me through my dream.”
Merlin took her hand as she sat up. Her breathing audibly began to taper down. She cried and wrapped her arms around him. She told him through her sobs, as she buried her face in his chest, what happened in her dream.
“Shh, it’s all right now. I broke her spell when I kissed you.” Jacob soothed her by rubbing her back.
She turned to him, shaking her head. “No, you did not break it. She did.”
“Why? If she wants you dead and she almost did kill you through the dream spell, why did she stop?” Merlin asked.
“She did it on purpose to torment me but also to show you just how powerful she is. She lives on the fear of her victims. She toys with them until they go mad with terror, and then enjoys watching them quiver.”
“Well, it did not work,” Merlin said defiantly.
Who said? Jacob thought.
He saw the fear and despair in Merlin’s features when he thought Pondora was dead. Jacob had felt the same way. No, the evil sorceress had hit her mark. But neither he nor Merlin could let Pondora know this, or the sorceress, if she spied on them now.
Jacob peered into the dark forest, half expecting the shiny yellow eyes of the beast he saw in the spying glass to be looking at them, at their every move. It did feel like eyes, more than one set, observed them as they sat there comforting Pondora.
“She isn’t there now, Jacob.” Pondora stared in the direction he peered.
“How do you know?”
“Because I know her too well. She loves the thrill of surprise. She will attack when we least expect it. Not now.”
“Then when?” Jacob asked.
“Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day. Maybe she’ll taunt us for a few days, making us check on every mysterious movement and noise we witness until we worry ourselves into an unsettled state and become more vulnerable. That has always been her strategy.”
“Her plans will falter, because we will set out early in the morning for Stonehenge before the sorceress can come after us. We’ll make haste in our journey and arrive before the appointed time. We’ll be able to vanquish her there. I promise you that.”
“But how? My powers cannot defeat her. Nor can yours, Merlin.”
Merlin shook his head. “Just trust me. We will fix everything.”
Jacob looked at Merlin, perplexed. His vague reply made Jacob skeptical. Merlin had told him a bit of the spell he had found and what he planned to do when they got to Stonehenge. But it was in simpleton’s terms. Could they really destroy the evil and powerful sorceress? How? It was impossible. There wasn’t a sure way to defeat her, nor a sure spell created. And the fact the sorceress didn’t seem scared or intimidated in the least by them in Pondora’s dream made Jacob really nervous.
Yet, through the bright moonlight, Jacob could see Merlin’s resolve. It was a look of sureness, belief in their success. Deep in his heart, Jacob had no doubt Merlin had a secret trick up his sleeve he didn’t divulge to him. That important factor, or factors, were the key to the evil sorceress’s undoing.
In his mind, Jacob began to pray that they would get to Stonehenge before the sorceress reached them, and that there, Merlin’s parlor of tricks, or spells in this case, would be their salvation.
* * * *
Velona couldn’t sleep. The hooting owl and her shattered nerves kept her awake. She sighed, turning to place her arm around Merlin’s waist. She needed to feel his body’s warmth, his chest moving up and down, know he was breathing, that he was alive and well.
She couldn’t silence the looping phrase that kept chanting in her mind. I’ll take away your pawns one at a time.
The evil sorceress may have seen Merlin and Jacob as pawns, but Velona saw them as something entirely different. She saw them as her protectors and saviors. They had saved her from getting her head chopped off in the Tower of London. And now they were putting their lives at risk to save her once again. After all the horrible things she had done in her past life, they still wanted to protect her. It was more than she could say for the fine Duke of Kent.
The moment he heard who she really was, he ran to his brother the king and demanded she be hanged for her crimes. He had no remorse for what he did and no hesitation, either. He obviously never loved her.
Bringing her hand to Merlin’s g
olden locks, she wondered as she touched the silky strands. Could he and Jacob have started having feelings for her as she now started having for them? She knew the spell they cast couldn’t be the cause of all the effects she was experiencing. Some were genuinely real. She was falling for the handsome sorcerers. And that very revelation scared her in so many ways.
They believed she was Pondora, that she was the only one responsible for all the devastation, the deaths and other horrible things that happened to the country all these years. Yes, she was to blame for some of the horrible things, but not all. There wasn’t a day that passed by where one of the images of her victims and their suffering didn’t waft into her mind and thoughts, wrenching at her heart and emotions. She had shed many tears for all she had made suffer. And no matter how much goodness she now bestowed on the citizens of this country, she could never undo the past or her sins. Nor would they ever forget or forgive her for who she was and what she did.
What if the same could be said for Jacob and Merlin? Would they ever be able to forget and forgive her for who she was in her past life? How could she explain to them the whole truth behind what she did? And how could she explain the long history and secrecy of Pondora? It was an endless and complicated story that only a few knew. And they were sworn to secrecy. If any one of them divulged the secret, they would be hunted down and killed. So would the ones they told, as well.
No, Jacob and Merlin could never know the secret of Pondora or the real truth behind her past.
She surmised Merlin’s spell he had planned to use at Stonehenge tomorrow would reverse all the evil magic Pondora had committed throughout the years on her victims. If her hunch was right that it was his plan, then it was futile, for she had reversed all her spells and curses long ago. As for the other curses of Pondora, they would remain cast. But she could never tell him or Jacob this, for if she did, then she would have to explain the secret of Pondora, and they would be killed.
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