Finding Real Magic

by Shawn Keys

  And then, she had him free. Her cheek brushed up against his throbbing manhood as it sprang out at her. This time, her moan was far deeper. The rod was thick enough to fill her whole hand and long enough to need two to grasp it properly. It bulged outward and burned hot along her pale skin. “Oh… mmmyyy… ” She nuzzled at it like a cat seeking attention from its owner.

  Watching her play, Zahn let out a gently erotic laugh as Angelica bobbed in time with the pulsing sway of his cock. Like a snake charming the musician instead of the reverse, she was drawn in by the cock’s primal appeal that she couldn’t deny.

  Need overcame her fascination. Her tongue reached out and swirled around the tip. A sigh of pleasure ushered forth. She slid down one side, licking as she went. Reaching the base, she went lower.

  A few brushes of her tongue lapped over his fleshy balls below. Zahn’s head lolled back and he let out a long, decadent groan. That. Feels. Freaking. Amazing!

  A sultry laugh came from Angelica, knowing she had found one of his own weak-spots. She intended to remember. Lapping a few more strokes over his orbs, she dragged her tongue higher and all the way from his base to his tip in one long licking motion.

  Zahn’s eyes opened by the time she finished, watching her arrive. Her delicate hand swept up and enclosed the lower half of him, giving a small experimental pump. The motion eked out a mote of precum. Her tongue swept away the salty cream, which only ignited her need more. Her mouth parted and swirled over his glans. Bobbing forward, she enveloped him with a soft pop . She sank around the bulbous tip until her lips were curled around his shaft. Settled there, she suckled on his mushroom-shaped end until she had drawn out a few more drops.

  Needing a deeper connection, Zahn’s hands moved from where they had rested lightly on her shoulder. Both swam up into her hair. Not trying to control her motion, he just cupped her head and savored the texture of her hair spilling over his bare arms as she moved.

  Encouraged by Zahn’s touch, Angelica edged closer to him on her knees. Her one hand continued to massage along the base of his cock. Her second teased her fingernails along his hanging orbs. Dragging them back in forth in light scratches, she pushed lower onto his shaft. Stroking with her tongue, Angelica devoured inch after inch of his thickness.

  She pulled back until only the bulb tip rested on her palette, then swallowed him down again. Her hand dropped off the base, cupping around his hips as if needing the leverage.

  Zahn felt his cock nuzzle into the tight constriction of her throat and let out another deep groan. She struggled, holding him in until Zahn was sure he was going to explode onto her tongue. Before he could, she dragged her lips off him. She heaved in a long breath and coughed, a long line of combined drool and his own precum trailing between his tip and her tongue.

  Angelica peered up at him again, breathing hard. She coughed again before gasping in a voice that Zahn could only describe as both cute and shattered at the same time, “Is that what you dreamed?”

  His hunger boiling over, Zahn’s reply sounded only half human, “What will you let me do?”

  Lustful smoke clouded her eyes as she promised again, “Anything.”

  Zahn’s hands clutched her hair, this time seizing control. He drew her forward, and she opened her mouth to accept him. He rolled his hips, plunging deep into her mouth in one smooth thrust. She choked once around him, but didn’t lurch back. She was fighting to give in. Fighting to survive whatever he wanted. He felt her throat open slowly, letting him in. She swallowed another inch. Then two, the constriction of her neck clenched in on him.

  Hearing her desperation build, Zahn hauled her off his shaft so she could cough and sputter, letting their shared juices spill off her lips and fall to the floor. Her head whipped up to glare at him. Not in anger, but raw with lust. The rough handling had awoken something in her, and there was nothing like fear in her eyes. Only need. Zahn’s animal side was demanding release. Lost in her submissive role, Angelica recognized that. She saw it instinctively. She pleaded to him with a voice grated raw from his rough invasion. “Give it to me, Zahn. I’m not afraid. Give your lust what it wants!” Her finger tips became claws on his hips, scratching into his flesh nearly hard enough to draw blood. “My mouth. It’s yours.” She sucked in one last deep breath. “Take what’s yours.”

  Right then, Zahn knew. He would never have enough of her. She was too perfect.

  He speared his cock back into her mouth. He went deep, piercing her with a few short strokes that echoed torrid popping sounds as he made and broke suction on her throat. He retreated long enough for her to steal a breath, then invaded her more. Angelica collapsed into him, giving herself to his hunger. But she wasn’t passive. As much as his aggressive thrusts would allow, she massaged him with her tongue as he fucked her mouth.

  His whole array of senses was filled with her, and it was too much. His dream girl, on her knees, mouth wrapped around him. Too much.

  His balls tightened and he burst out all over her tongue. He roared with his release. Pleasure unlike anything he had ever known stabbed into his heart and soul. He could no longer manage control over Angelica, but she didn’t need to be told what to do. She kept stroking her mouth up and down his shaft, milking him for more as she feasted and swallowed. Some bubbled out onto her lips. She paused long enough to sweep it back in with her tongue and then return to her diligent, erotic work.

  Drained, Zahn’s tip became almost painfully sensitive. But that couldn’t be the end. His desire for her wouldn’t allow it.

  With a regretful gasp, Zahn heaved himself out of her mouth as she gave him one, last, wet slurp. Her eyes were half-lidded, half-drunk on lack of air and erotic overload. Angelica collapsed a little, but Zahn’s arms caught her. Flexing his arms, he lifted her up and laid her onto the pillowy chaise behind her.

  Her hair was flung out above her head. Angelica laughed in delight as the motion made her even more light- headed. Then she let out a prolonged, “Oooohhhh…” as Zahn grasped her ankles and held her legs together in the hook of his arms. With a sexy little tug, he pulled her closer to the edge of the seat.

  With crisp, need-filled motions, Zahn opened the slit of her skirt, unveiling the whole length of her insanely sexy legs. His hands ran down her creamy skin. His quest ended at her fashionable black panties. Twining his fingers in the side straps, he glided the panties up her thighs, past her shaped calves, and tossed them away to be forgotten.

  Only then did he let her legs spill apart. His arms curled around them as he planted luscious kisses down her inner thighs. He tantalized her with delicate licks of his tongue. Angelica began to surface from her daze, only to find new passion as his kisses drew nearer to her sex.

  The sweet syrup of her excitement was waiting, and the scent of her was intoxicating. Zahn hugged her legs with his arms to lock her in place. His head tilted so his lips could press against her nether-ones in a wicked version of a French-kiss. His tongue reached in deeper and stroked between her wet folds. Drawing exquisite patterns between her slit, he dove headlong into the task of making her scream with passion.

  Angelica gasped louder as his tongue found the nub of her clitoris. It was her turn to reach down and clutch at his short tumble of dark hair. Her other hand lashed out and grabbed hold of the edge of the chair, trying to ground herself in reality.

  It was no use. Zahn wasn’t about to leave her any sanity. He dipped one of his hands between her thighs and circled two fingers around the entrance to her dripping passage. He timed it together. He sucked her clit up between his lips right as he pierced her sex with two fingers in a long, deliberate thrust. Spiraling through her tightness inside, he made sure the blade of his fingers grinded against the raspy mark of her g-spot.

  Angelica lost control. Her whole body was writhing on the chaise as she panted, “Oh yeesss. Zahn, please… ye… oh… oh… I can’t… take… don’t… stop… yyeeeesssss….” She came in a long wave, her legs curling around his head as she spasmed. Her hands grip
ped tightly enough to rip fabric and nearly tug out Zahn’s hair.

  Not releasing her so easily, Zahn lashed her captive clit with his tongue. Bathing it over and over with heated attention, he vigorously pumped his fingers in tight, spiraling thrusts into her sopping vagina. Together, her first orgasm blended right into a second, and then a third. Her sweet juices spilled out of her and onto Zahn’s waiting tongue. He slaked his thirst on her cum.

  Parting from her, Zahn climbed up her body. He prowled upward until he stared once more into her eyes. He demanded huskily, “Wrap your arms around me, Angie.”

  Somewhere in the depths of her lust, Angelica responded. She coiled her arms around his back, latching onto him. Her legs curled around his hips as well. Zahn grasped the outside of her thighs, making sure they were hooked in place.

  With smooth power, he lifted her off the chaise. Taking a half-dozen bold steps, he planted her against one of the pillars between the windows. Just above their heads was mounted the crown of Princess Eranyia who she played in Rain in the Sky . Zahn had always loved her in that role. It was the first time she had cast a spell over him. But this was a whole other fantasy, and far more real.

  His mouth renewed their kiss. As soon as their lips, Angelica was roused from the lingering haze of her orgasms. Her lips attacked him back. A tidal wave of sensation inspired Zahn: her cries of passion; her sensual limbs hugging him; her tongue brushing against him. All while the scent of sex hung on the air. The combination brought steel back to Zahn’s shaft.

  Gripping her ass to guide her, Zahn pierced his cock up into her slick heat. The blend of wet and tight was unreal. He felt her clenching her inner muscles as he pressed deeper. Finally, he was buried inside her, and it was heaven made real.

  Rolling his hips, he bounced her in the air. Her back slid along the smooth wall, and she let out a peal of erotic laughter. Picking up a rhythm, Zahn pounded into her body. The wet friction of their coupling filled the air. Flesh on flesh, Zahn stroked into her with powerful strokes. She responded by riding him right back, flexing her thighs and arms to meet him. The fabric of her dress and her flowing hair floated around them in a strange halo of gold as they fucked each other with abandon.

  Zahn planted on final kiss on her neck, then leaned back enough to look her in the eyes. “Cum for me again.”

  Losing herself in the moment, Angelica screamed out, “Yeeeessssssss!” She threw her head back against the support pillar behind and just let herself explode. His thick shaft tore her world apart, and she creamed over him in an orgasmic rush.

  Her juices spilled over him, and Zahn could resist no longer. He thrust up into her one last time and unleashed his seed into her depths. Holding her tight, he just existed in a state of pure bliss as her tight sex rippled along his length. Her body wrung bursts of pleasure out of him for what seemed like forever.

  As their blood calmed, they slid together down the wall into a cuddled tangle of limbs.

  * * *

  Six hours later, the first hints of the sun were peeking through the windows.

  The sun’s rays splashed on the double-queen bed. The two of them were still in a tangle of limbs, though any signs of her dress, her heels, or his shoes had vanished. Naked and satisfied, the pair traded caresses while they watched the dawn together.

  Zahn was on his side, spiraling a finger around her left nipple. Idly bringing it to hardness and then letting it soften, he asked, “So I called you Angie a few times. That work for you?”

  Two hours ago, Zahn’s gentle nipple teasing might have roused Angelica into throwing her leg over him. She wasn’t quite ready for another round, though. She returned his teasing by playing her fingernails over his muscular behind, lingering as if it might be the finest she had ever seen on a man. For some reason Zahn couldn’t understand, she blushed at his question. “Only one other person ever calls me that.”

  “Your parents?”

  She shook her head, dodging the question a little, “My father called me ‘Ang’, but only him. I’ve left men for calling me Angel. So derivative. Don’t try it, Mister.”

  Zahn chuckled, stretching out a little but not chasing her hand away. “I need something to scream out in the heat of the moment. Angelica might be too long.” His hand cupped around her breast like a warm animal that needed comfort. He’d been fascinated by her pert mounds since stripping her dress off several hours ago. “So, Angie?”

  She arched her back into his touch and purred. “Whatever you wish, my hero.” She murmured in quiet enjoyment as the sun broke a little more fully onto her pale flesh, warming her. “That was not what I consider a typical Thursday night in my life.” A helpless laugh. “I…didn’t know I was holding that inside me.”

  Zahn suggested, “Thursdays have always been so dull. Indulging this side of you would spice them up.”

  “Not sure I’ll survive this trend. That Dana woman tried to kill me Wednesday with a gun. Now, you tried to kill me Thursday with sex. How is the rest of Friday going to measure up?”

  Zahn joined her in a quiet laugh that faded into comfortable silence.

  A few minutes later, what seemed like a random thought prompted Angelica to ask, “So why were you there?”

  Zahn didn’t follow. “Hmm?”

  Sounding a little embarrassed, Angelica rephrased the question, “I’m talking about Wednesday night. I’m ashamed to say, I was so self-absorbed with my own problems and then shaken from the shooting that I never stopped to ask about your work I was interrupting. I’ve never heard of a sound technician dedicated enough to work that late at night without overtime.”

  A large part of Zahn screamed at him to keep his mouth shut. Of course, he didn’t have any fear that she was a spy snooping on his secret. But this wasn’t just about trust. He was honestly afraid for her. In his world, she was a pure neophyte. Breaking the glass and letting her see into his complicated reality would make her a target. There were a dozen reasons that he hunted solo. He hadn’t confessed a single detail to any of the infrequent women he had slept with in his life.

  But Angelica was different. Even the idea of lying to her was physically painful. He was lost in a dream with her. Concealing anything seemed stupid. He was answering honestly before could stop to think. Damn the caution and fear. He wanted Angelica to know him. To really know him, like no-one else had in his life. “I was hunting a relic.”

  Angelica looked understandably confused. “What do you mean?”

  “A relic. A leftover from our world’s ancient past.”

  She propped herself up on her elbows to look at him more easily. “Are you talking about archaeology?”

  Zahn tried not to get distracted with how her firm breasts bobbed with her movement. Blue eyes. Focus on her blue eyes. That didn’t help much. They were shining in the sunrise light. “I wouldn’t insult scientists in that field by claiming I can do what they do. They’d probably think I’m horrible. They try to preserve and learn and catalogue. That is a seriously noble pursuit. But I’m looking for very special objects that I can use. And I end up destroying way too many old things along the way.”

  Angelica quirked her lips into a disbelieving smile. “Under Lot B?”

  Zahn admitted with a laugh, “This relic wasn’t there forever. That’s one of the reasons this isn’t archaeology. New relics are uncovered from time to time in their original resting places. But most have long, long histories shifting between many owners since their original discovery. Usually, I am tracking the stories about where their last owner might have hidden them. Relics can be insanely valuable, so many are stashed away so well that after the owner dies, it can be decades before they are found again.”

  Angelica still looked a little confused. “I’m missing something.”

  Zahn sympathized. “Because this is the point in the conversation most people would start thinking I am crazy. I’ve found that, when it comes to relics, you have to see it to believe it. Though, you already have seen one in action.”

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sp; “I have?”

  “You weren’t imagining anything when Dana tried to kill you. You weren’t hallucinating. I was able to get that gun away from her because I used a relic.” He waved that off. “But ignore all that. Far better if I show you. Do you feel up for an adventure?”

  The need to know was painted on her face. “Can’t you show me here?”

  Zahn appealed to her, “Seriously. Let me show you in the right way. Otherwise, you might dismiss it as a magician’s truck. Sleight of hand. Come with me tonight. If the relic I’ve discovered is what I think it is, you’ll be in for quite an adventure. ”

  Once again, she gave him a teasing smirk. “Under Lot B?”

  Zahn grinned back. “The founder of Visionary Studios owned it last.”

  “Albert Klein?”

  “You know him?”

  Angelica answered with authority, “Anyone in the business would. Not just because he founded such an important studio. He blazed a lot of new trails in the industry. He was also fairly eccentric as people go.”

  Zahn’s interest was piqued. “How so?”

  She paused while she considered the best example. “Some of the usual things famous people do. Demanding only certain types of food. Only taking projects pitched to him on certain days of the week. Idiosyncrasies like that. I remember his fondness for bears. Rumor was he domesticated two dwarf black bears as pets.” She rolled her eyes, clearly not convinced that it was the truth.

  Zahn wasn’t so quick to ignore what she was saying. “All that might be useful, Angie. I know I haven’t proven to you that this is real. But people get personal when it comes to relics. Anything you know about Klein could help us survive trying to recover what he hid.”

  “Seriously?”