The Wizard of Time

by Therese MacFarland

  Trevor scooped her into his arms and carried her across the bridge and up the stairs. She never took her eyes off his.

  Faceless guards in black-hooded cloaks stood like statues, paired across the entrance to the castle, huge spears crossed to block the way.

  As Trevor approached, they stood at attention and uncrossed their weapons.

  "They aren't alive, are they?” Morgan asked nervously.

  "Well, that's a tough call.” Trevor snickered and set her down in the huge entranceway. Gleaming grey and silver, a gothic masterpiece, nooks and crannies embedded with statues and sconces and frightening paintings. A huge clock ticked loudly from the top of the grand staircase.

  "Too dark? You can add some nice womanly touches if you like.” Trevor looked a bit nervous and Morgan sighed. It was far too dark, she thought. Curtains here and there, some flowers—tomorrow would be time enough. Tonight was far too important.

  "It's perfect. You're perfect."

  Trevor loosened his cape and let it fall to the floor as he took her hand and led her up the staircase into the grand bedroom, which was lit with a hundred candles. A heavily draped canopied bed was strewn with blood-red rose petals.

  "I'm still a little unnatural, Morgan. A little obsessive, perhaps."

  Morgan's heart beat wildly. The Wizard of Time, in all his glory. He was dark, exciting. And all the pain he had endured had made him a trifle quirky. She loved it. But will I be enough?

  He read her thoughts. “I was wondering the same. Will I be enough, Morgan? Because I only want to satisfy you."

  No, he wants more. What is it?

  Trevor's eyes burned as he stripped off his shirt, pulled off his boots, unlaced his pants. He hesitated briefly. And Morgan heard it, the thought pounding through him, that he couldn't help let escape, couldn't bear to say aloud.

  "Control me?” She whispered. “Is that what you want?"

  "I'm sorry. I don't want you to lose respect for me ... I'll never hurt you..."

  "Oh!” Morgan felt a wash of fire in her core, moisture pour from her, heat crawl up her skin. I would do anything you ask. What do you want?

  "Aloud, Morgan. Ask me."

  "What do you want me to do?"

  "Agree. Trust me. But understand something. I have my powers now. I can become anything, anyone. I can last all night. Understand?"

  "I'm not powerless, Trevor. Understand?” A sly smile swept to her eyes and he grinned.

  "Then let the games begin.” He swept his hand across Morgan's figure and she felt herself thrown back onto the bed, heard and felt the snap of leg irons and hand irons.

  "You can't be serious."

  "Not one more word. Understood? Or I'll make certain you cannot speak. Tonight we practice."

  Morgan nodded and squirmed on the bed as the moisture flowed from her. She saw Trevor's huge erection pushing against his pants, the dark look in his eyes. The room grew darker as some of the candles flickered out. Trevor leaned in and tugged at her nipple with his teeth through her gossamer dress. She moaned as the electricity of his hot lips burnt into her. He moved to her mouth and she tried to capture his but he teased her with a light kiss and slid his mouth down her neck. Trevor grabbed the fabric of her dress and tore through it with one hand, exposing her white flesh to his gaze.

  "Wet yet, my dear?"

  She moaned and nodded.

  "Let's see.” He slid down the bed and pushed her thighs aside and ripped the thin fabric of her panties. “Ah, beauty, I've dreamed of feasting on you. Night after night of tasting you."

  Trevor knelt and lapped at her folds and she cried out his name. The throbbing intensified tenfold as he licked side to side and pushed his fingers inside her pussy. Morgan arched up and bit her lip to keep from speaking.

  "Good girl. You've earned your first treat."

  Trevor swept his hand across his own face and a man appeared. Trevor's very likeness. No, it was Trevor. He leaned in and kissed her warmly, then moved to her breast and suckled as his twin continued to lick at her folds.

  "How?"

  "Tsk. No talking. We don't want him to go away do we?” He snickered. “It's me, Morgan. Remember, I'm the Wizard of Time. Split a few moments here, twist a few seconds there, and it's easy to be in more than one place. See?” He gestured to a third Trevor, who kissed her on the lips briefly and smiled, then went to work on her other breast. It was impossible torture. In an instant, Morgan screamed out as the waves of pleasure pounded through her as never before.

  "Mnnn, liked that, did we?” All three Trevors laughed.

  "Isn't she beautiful? Who wants to go first?"

  The realization stunned her. The possibilities. She loved them all, because they were the same man.

  "Do you all feel ... the same?"

  Trevor laughed again and stepped out of his pants, exposing a throbbing huge cock, dripping in anticipation. And so it repeated twice.

  By all that is holy. Morgan closed her eyes and waited for the erotic onslaught. Trevor climbed onto the bed, lifted her ass and plunged into her in one thrust. Pure light pounded through her body and she screamed with the fullness of him as he pushed and pulled and groaned with her. And one kissed her lips to capture her scream, and one kissed her breast. And Trevor pounded into her, crying out her name as he stiffened and then released his hot essence. He pulled out and spilled more hot liquid onto her stomach and slid his body against her slick skin.

  Morgan was crying, lost, spinning out of control when she felt the ritual repeated, a huge shaft pushing inside, prodding side to side this time, searching for all the hot secret places inside. Trevor leaned in and whispered “I love you” again and again as his partners pleasured her. After the third coupling, Morgan begged for mercy.

  "A rest, Trevor. I'll die. You are too huge. All of you."

  Trevor laughed and became one again and waved her shackles away. He pulled her up into his arms and caressed her hair and whispered his love.

  "You will still marry me, Morgan?"

  "Hell yes, I'll marry you.” Trevor laughed again and Morgan joined him.

  "You know, honey,” Trevor whispered, “I can make more than one of you, too?"

  "Oh, really?” She giggled. “Well, how about something to eat, a nice cup of coffee, and we'll see about that?"

  "Deal.” They kissed and laughed and ate and talked the night away, forgetting all about new erotic adventures, too busy telling one another about their lives. After all, they hadn't really seen much of each other since they were thirteen.

  About the Author

  Therese MacFarland lives on the East Coast with the love of her life and her magical cat Simon. She has an advanced degree in archaeology, teaches martial arts, and works at a University. Therese loves to chat about books and welcomes all correspondence.

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