📜🎩 T H E ☆ M A G I C I A N - Act 52 (Patreon)

Content possibilities: original content, w/w(?) or overall queerness, fluff, angst, hurt & comfort, asexuality/demisexuality, cryptid (?) pregnancy, nb(?)preg, sexual & kink awakening, stuffing, nausea, gender ambiguity, partially male presenting pregnancy, transphobia, dysphoria, depression & suicidal thoughts, parental conflicts, use of alcohol and other drugs, birth, demons, religions & mythology (diverse), cursing, belly focus

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Part II Acts: 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 28½ | 29 | 30 | 30½ | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 41½ | 42 | 43
Part III Acts: 44 | 45 | 46 | 47 | 48 | 49 | 50 | 51

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T H E  ☆  M A G I C I A N

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Act 52

Mary

Mary squealed twice. The first came out of relief, but then, very quickly after, another burst out from overwhelming happiness. She clasped Melodie in her arms, squeezing her body close to hers, and kissed her. Many little soft kisses peppered Melodie’s face, which quickly turned into a single, deeper, passionate one that Melodie welcomed and returned.

When Mary parted to take a breath, that damned magician smiled and said, “My girlfriend,” which caused Mary to be overcome with emotions that she failed to control, compelling her to kiss Melodie again straight away.

Melodie charmingly chuckled into the kiss and reciprocated the advance.

They broke a second time, though Melodie’s face quickly turned into a winced expression.

“Are you alright?” she asked, worried.

Only now did Mary notice the tears streaming down her face.

Out of nowhere, (because, of course), Melodie held up a handkerchief, handing it to the young woman.

“Good tears, good tears,” she quickly blubbered.

Melodie’s facial expression softened a little, however, her gentle stroking of Mary’s arm did not stop.

“Just… overwhelming, is all,” Mary assured her. She was taken aback as she suddenly noticed, “Oh no! I forgot about Lusje, she’s not on my arm anymore! Where is she?”

“All good, back home,” Melodie soothed her, tapping on her vest, where the snake apparently hid.

Mary let out a sigh of relief. “Seems like she wanted to give us some space, huh?”

The magician put on a strange look on her face that Mary struggled to interpret. “Seems like it, yes.”

“So… how can I call you…?” Mary attempted to bring the conversation back around.

“Anything you want, Rozemarijntje.”

“So girlfriend is okay…?”

“Yes.”

Mary paused for the briefest moment.

“Boyfriend, too?” she asked.

“If you wish so, yes.”

A wave of excitement vibrated through Mary's veins.

“I must admit, I like both. I can see myself using both. She’s my boyfriend, hehe,” Mary played around with the description as if it were a little object she had never held before.

Melodie smiled at the comment. “That sounds intriguing. I like it. Now, tell me, girlfriend,” she continued, causing Mary to blush once again, “can I ask you a question?”

“Of course!” Mary answered, even more quickly this time.

“It might be a strange question. Please know that I don’t want to imply anything with it; it’s just important for me to ask. And… I admit, it’s a little uncomfortable for me, too. So, it’s okay if you do not wish to answer, alright?”

“Alright,” Mary replied, a little less eagerly this time. Whatever could Melodie have in mind?

The magician cleared her throat, and then asked very matter-of-factly, “Are you in any way concerned about what’s between my legs? Is there something you expect, or something you hope for?”

Mary stared at her.

Never, in a thousand years, could she have guessed that this would be the question.

“You really don’t have to answer,” Melodie repeated, shifting nervously. The topic was clearly making her feel uneasy. Maybe it was even painful? Mary couldn’t remember Melodie ever talking about something even remotely related, not in interviews, shows, nor in private. Yet, it seemed important to her now.

“I… I don’t think so? I’m… I’m not sure I understand the nature of the question,” Mary said honestly.

Melodie’s shoulders dropped a hair. She seemed a bit more relaxed, though still on the fence.

“Forgive me this quaint question. I just don’t want…,” she searched for the right words; it looked a little helpless. “I know it’s a sensitive topic to some, so I don’t want to offend. And, I don’t want you to be in a relationship with somebody, only to find out one day that, I don’t know…”

A flinch of sadness ran over Melodie’s face. She must have experienced something bad in that regard at least once, that much was obvious to Mary. It must be torturing Melodie to talk about it.

Mary kissed her again to silence and to calm her. Then, she said, “I do not care about that, Mel. We are not our body parts. I don’t have any expectations. You could have both, neither, have a special condition there, or never show me at all. I am fine with all of it.”

Her mouth spoke quicker than her thoughts, speaking before she had even forged an opinion. Though, now that she listen to them, she knew them to be true. Well– she would like to explore every part of Melodie, sure, but she didn’t require that experience by any means. Besides, there were body parts of Melodie she was far more interested in: her eyes, her hands, her lips, her hair and, of course… well… the middle part of her.

Melodie seemed to believe her, too, and she finally relaxed completely, holding Mary close. “That is a great relief. Thank you, my little dove.”

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