Princil's Magic : Chapter 2 (Part 2)

Princil led his new lover up the wide staircase and towards his father’s bedroom, the one he shared so much of the time with Ishtral, although she too had her own when she wished to use it or to make way for her husbands other friends and lovers. There would be increased magic created by the knowledge in both of them that this was the bedchamber of Princil’s father, and that the last time these sheets had been used, only during the afternoon before, Ishtral had shared the bed with both Princil’s father and his mother Serena. They had contorted together with Ishtral in innocent bliss, not knowing the dangers they were soon to face.

“Don’t close the door,” said Princil. “Maybe the others will hear us if they come onto the corridor and they may be persuaded to join us.” Despite the dangers that approached them a lively passion was upon him. He found himself entering into his own magic with enthusiasm and lust, and he wanted to break all the restrictions which bound them all.

“Unbelt me now, and take my robe,” instructed Princil. She did his bidding like a servant, without question, keen for whatever he would do to happen. Despite her knowledge of the outside horrors, which could yet entangle them, she was occupied by lust for her husbandson. Her body thrilled with excitement, as Princil’s smooth white flesh was revealed. He was slender and slim, the muscles of his arms and chest undefined by the exercise of any manual labour, but naturally formed in shapes which she found pleasing. His penis stretched out before him, stretching out towards his secondmother, as if in supplication. She could see the pulse of his lifeblood throbbing in his organ.

“Taste me,” he instructed, simply. Ishtral did as she was bid, awed by the size of a penis she could easily remember bathing when he was a younger child. She thought how quickly the years had gone by, and wondered, childishly, how such an impressive cock could remain so hidden from her in her own household in these last few years. She took the glans of his penis deep into her mouth, even into her throat, gazing at his face as she did so, uncertain and confused by what she was doing. She felt the thrill of taboos broken and new ground achieved. Her heart beat rapidly and she felt the dams of secret desire breached. Excitement flowed out and flooded her heart, holding the fear in the back of her head back.

She brought irresistible sensations to him. In his pleasure he fumbled for the words of the incantations which he had studied shortly before. “Goddess hear the lust in my soul for this woman who was forbidden to me. She was my secondmother, but I always wished to drink from her. She is beauty and perfection in my soul. Feel my passion and make it a fuel for your magic.” He viewed her as she twisted her fine featured face gently over his penis. He saw in her face the perfection of bone structure, which had drawn him and all other men he knew. Her skin was smooth and youthful, despite her growing age, youthful beyond possibility. Concentrating he pried into that unblemished shape, discovering deeper fulfilment in her loveliness.

He found something else too! There was magic here, in this face where he had expected none. He tested it and lifted it, to find its effect and purpose. Ishtral’s face was not everything it projected. He peered through and under the unforeseen magic. The skin creased and hardened, loosening with age and flabby folds. Still this was Ishtral, fine featured and beautiful, but mature as might have been expected for a lady in the midst of her fifties, wise, loving, caring, loveable, but not the smooth sculptured siren who drew every man’s unbidden glance.

He felt a momentary disappointment, for the perfection he saw with his eyes, in possession of his penis, was not the reality he now perceived through magician sight. Still she was the figure he had so often worshipped. He was able to recognise the beauty he had always seen. His own magic must be pure, the lust strong and honest to work well. Disappointment sought to distract him from his pleasure, but there was more than enough lust for her being for him to continue his own arousal. He found within himself that he loved her, the lady within, of his past and his present.

The mask of perfect beauty, which she had wrapped herself in, was an enhancing magic, common among those gifted enough to create it amongst the ageing women of Shalirion. Some men practised this kind of magic too, a harmless enhancement which made Shalirion an all the more beautiful land. She knew nothing of the brief conflict within him. His penis remained engorged, his magic grew larger, spinning a thickening mist.

Skilled lover that she was, she cupped his most sensitive testicles with both hands, stroking beneath them, flicking his arse hole with her fingernails. His words weaved an ever thicker magic, which outside began to enshroud the Household in a mist, which could hardly be seen by the naked eye. If one was to look directly towards the building he or she would be unable to perceive any particular doors or windows, and would be drawn to see around and past the House, rather than at it.

Judging the time to be right he beckoned her to lie back onto his father’s bed so that he might trace his hands over her curves and lick at her open vulva, something he had found gave great pleasure to his lovers. He knew already that his secondmother was aroused by what she did, and by him. He sensed the sexual flush in her skin and the strong inhalation of breath, the erectness of her nipples. His magical vision already drew from her feelings of lust and excitement, which he was pleased to find were strong. In the magic he drew from her he sensed her strong desire to have his penis, which had been in her mouth, between her legs and deep within her. There was a strong urgent desire to place her right hand upon her clitoris and frig it. If he did not give her the licking she needed she would soon rudely take over with her own hand.

Taking the warning learned by magic he increased the strength of his licking. She cried out in between the oral penetrations of his tongue as she bucked in orgasm. Then she mounted him, taking his seed deep into her deepest recess as she arched her body upon him. When he seemed ready she unseated herself from his penis and fell forward onto the bed on all fours, sticking her shapely behind outwards in invitation to penetrate. He stood behind her and inserted himself, pounding wildly as she juddered onto him, pounding herself back onto him as much as he pounded into her, taking care not to lose his penis from its new home. Then he clutched at her and like an animal tore into her with energetic addiction. She screamed in ecstasy and his grunts merged into hers as he unloaded his juices deeply into her. Magic whined and shaped in the air above the lovers, and the mist grew thick about the House hiding it almost completely from anyone who might seek it, deflecting their vision away along the streets which surrounded it.

When he withdrew it she gobbled the remaining traces from his stick while he remained hardened. Then he bent to her and using mouth and fingers brought her to the long ecstasy she had hungered for as the magic had taken hold. Crying out desperately she gave herself to him and to the magic which flowed through her. As the wetness came she was conscious of three figures in the doorway. She knew them well. Princil’s sister, her husband’s daughter Remzain, slim, beautiful and dark, like her mother, stood watching their final moments of ecstasy, and behind her, Ishtral’s own lovely adult daughters, Samatha and Felyst. Ishtral felt the thrill of being wide open amongst her family. There were no secrets. They witnessed her soul and her body being refreshed and cleansed by a passion with no guilt, as Princil’s magic took her over the top, and she welcomed them.

When she was finished they lay panting in each other’s arms for indeterminate minutes. Princil’s penis never lost its hardness and the magic was undiminished. It became clear that he wished to be satisfied again.