Fulfillment Ch 05

A Note from the Author: All humans are well older than eighteen years of age. This is the conclusion of a five-part series! A word of warning that this is a true short story, so the chapters are also quite short!

Chapter 1 saw a rogue wizard defiling an ancient temple to gain power.

Chapter 2 detailed that wizard's developing obsession with an attractive blonde woman who cheated on her spouse.

Chapter 3 told of the wizard's attempt to alleviate his growing obsession by re-enacting the tryst from Chapter 2 with a substitute.

Chapter 4 saw our wizard uses his powers to punish his nemesis and claim the object of his obsession.

Chapter 5 is the conclusion. Our character faces the consequences of his actions.

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Chapter 5: Fulfillment

We get what we deserve.

You have read all of this. I had devoted my life to the song, read all the texts, studied every word. Then I came upon the forbidden books, quite by accident. I devoured the knowledge in these lost books, and my curiosity could not be satiated. Then came Centrum Carminis. My mind open and filled with song, I was ready to eat the world like a ripe apple.

Then, Winter came. She derailed my careful plans and my waking moments were filled with the anguish of not having her. My dreams were a never-ending theatre of despair. I wanted her to want me. I tried to find solace elsewhere, but Mari haunted me. She cursed me with limerence.

At the height of my power, I eliminated my rival and filled Mari's subconscious with the need of me. No one had heard such songs in the memory of men.

And now Winter stood before me, eyes alight with a frenzy of passion.

"Have me, Mage. Take me."

The room was nearly dark, and the only visible features were a small, neat bed and nearby rug. Winter dropped her robe to the floor and revealed her perfection. She licked her lips in anticipation.

She asked, "Do you want my hands or my mouth?"

How I wanted her! Yet, I said, "It doesn't matter."

Winter went to work. Naked, she opened my robe and slowly descended to her knees. She looked up at me and teased the end of my penis with her tongue.

"Do you like it when I lick your cock like that?"

I nodded. "You know I do."

She smiled and enveloped the head with her warm lips and worked her tongue in circles. With slow, deliberate speed, she began stroking my shaft as she sucked, jerking me into her mouth. Her wild eyes never left mine and had the effect of flooding my penis with more blood. My balls ached.

"Poor baby," she said. "Your balls are so heavy with cum for me."

I nodded but was rapidly losing the ability to speak. Winter's wet finger had found my prostate and she was slowly milking me. My head shook back and forth involuntarily. Ecstasy. Pain. Pleasure. Longing.

She nearly growled. "Fuck my throat."

My hips began to buck and I could feel my balls begin to boil. She took me into her mouth and I could feel my penis slip past her glottis into her throat. I began slamming my pelvis into her beautiful face. Her finger still in my ass, her other hand pulled me towards her, holding me inside her.

I felt my orgasm swell. So close. She leaned back and smiled at me, my stiff cock exposed in the open, cool air of the room. So unbelievably close.

"As much as I want you to cum in my mouth, I think we both want it somewhere else."

A single tear began to travel down my cheek. I wanted to plant my seed inside Mari more than anything in the world. My balls ached to release within her. Fill her. Possess her.

She sat on the bed and patted the sheet to her right. I dutifully sat next to her. She smiled warmly and stood, one leg on the floor and the other on the bed next to me. In this semi-straddle, her vulva was directly in front of my face. I savored her smell, rich and deep. The bisecting scar was at eye level.

Winter began a slow masturbation, rubbing her clitoris, only inches from my mouth. Her fingers were wet with her lubrication, and she dipped a finger into her vagina. The finger then went directly into my mouth, and I squirmed on the bed. My desire was overpowering, her taste on my tongue.

She said, "Do you want to put your cock in there?

"Fuck me like a ragdoll?

"Cum inside me?

"Drench me with that heat?

Fill me up?"

Each question, barely whispered, was punctuated with a stroke of her finger inside her vagina, then my mouth. Winter was so slow and deliberate as to be nearly excruciating.

I nodded and silent tears began to stream from my face. Winter sat down on my penis and began to grind. Oh, the animal ecstasy of it! Never had I wanted to fill something so full. My balls were in deep pain.

Her warm breath was in my ear. "That's it. Fill me up. Fuck me full."

At her words, my ejaculate began to travel from my heavy balls into---

Nothing. Air colder than ice immediately splashed by body, defusing the orgasm and causing my penis to shrivel. Ruined. I was so close, on the knife edge of fulfillment. I could still feel the echo of her soft breath in my ear.

Every day is exactly the same.

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The guild, while composed of idiots, is not stupid as a collective. They knew everything. They had chased me, Mendax the Trusted, since Centrum Carminis. They knew about the abuse of true invisibility. They knew about the morally questionable glam on the sex worker. They knew about the forbidden Curse of the Dog on Victor and psychic Needle Charm that I had cast upon Winter.

Six senior guild members caught me high on the ridge, before I could sing a song of protection. I was muzzled. I do not know the nature of their magic, but they assured me that my last two spells had been permanently broken.

Punishment was swift and monstrous.

I now I sit in this place, neither here nor there. Neither then nor now. I am tormented every day by the illusion that does the most damage. I am filled with the damning knowledge that Mari is out there, somewhere, making someone else happy. She never knew me, and never even looked upon me.

Try as I might, I am unable to fulfill my deepest desire. Each day she brings me to the brink, she promises me release, and she disappears into the icy wind. Winter indeed.

How long will I be here? I recall the cyclorama at Centrum Carminis was kept evergreen with a simple cantrip. The guild have powerful spells in their books. My beard and fingernails have stopped growing.

We get what we deserve.

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In the darkness I risk a single smile before my daily torment. They still do not know my true name, which is why their illusion simply addresses me as "Mage." It's how I know it's not real.

And now she stands before me again, eyes alight with a frenzy of passion.

"Have me, Mage. Take me."

She licks her lips in anticipation as my tears begin to fall.

My song is gone. There are no magic words.

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Author's Note: This completes my first story on Literotica. It's been a learning experience for me, and I'll incorporate those lessons into my future work.

If you made it to the end, thank you for reading! I'm sincerely delighted when I see a reader rate the story. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

I am already at work on a new story and hope to have it out in the next few weeks. Stay tuned! -PadTy