Morgana's Gift - Pt. 19 (Patreon)

Chapter Eight – Blue Monday

The wedding had gone off without so much as a slight hitch, so much so that Kevin had to wonder if there were magical forces at work during the event, but while he’d never considered himself a superstitious man, he was smart enough not to say anything out loud.

The ceremony had been exquisite and refined and tasteful, and most importantly, Fatima’s self-proclaimed footballer hooligan father hadn’t gotten so drunk so early that he’d gone off the rails before most of his television show’s filming had been done. They’d gotten plenty of footage, stuff with him having a talk with Fatima in her wedding dress, her walking down the aisle, celebrating with her bridesmaids, smashing cake into Kevin’s face, and her first father/daughter dance as a married woman. But never once did anyone let Kevin forget that it was just as much an entertainment production as it was his actual wedding.

He even had to say ‘I do’ twice because someone had sneezed when he’d said it the first time and the boom mic had still picked it up on background.

Hollywood.

The reception had continued far on into the evening, and that was when Fatima’s father’s drunken nature had started to rear its ugly head, with the sort of loud buffoonery that made for excellent television but not so great wedding memories, and that had been their cue to duck out, so Fatima had led Kevin and the rest of the family out the back door and down to the limo that let them make their escape to the plane that was waiting to take them down to the Bahamas for the honeymoon.

There had been some rattled apologies from Fatima’s father over the next few days, but mostly they’d all just gone to voice mail, as Kevin, Fatima and the whole rest of the family had been enjoying the sun and sand. Kevin had never been to the Bahamas before, and found the insanely vibrant colors of it almost psychedelic in nature. He’d been told he couldn’t bring any musical instruments with him, but Fatima had relented and allowed him to bring an iPad with GarageBand installed on it, so he could jot down ideas and musical thoughts given the opportunity, although she’d also limited his screen time to an hour a day, making sure he wasn’t going to spend the entire honeymoon buried in writing songs, which he had to admit would’ve likely happened without the guidance.

Instead, they’d had a lovely honeymoon, Kevin had written an entire album, Strazo had molted a layer of skin and all the girls had gotten a lovely tan. One particular surprise, however, was that Ashley had spent quite a bit of time on Zoom chats or FaceTime calls, spending a decent amount of time ensuring that when they came back to the states, there would be a replacement for her waiting. Ashley spent as much time as she could, however, having those conversations and doing that research out of the prying eyes of either Kevin or Fatima, who were enjoying the honeymoon too much to focus on what was going on.

Most impressively, neither Merlin nor Morgana had made a peep during the wedding or during the honeymoon. Oh, both of them had been present at the wedding – Merlin in a grand crimson suit and Morgana accompanying him in a deep scarlet dress – but neither had chosen to say anything at the reception, despite Kevin calling them out during his thank you speech (though not explicitly by name, as he figured there was no reason to make things more awkward than they already were). Kevin had been more than a little surprised to see the two of them together, like together together, acting like a traditional couple, holding hands, trading kisses in moments when they thought nobody was watching them, like a pair of teenagers out on a date with adults for the first time. Kevin had asked the wedding photographer to make sure and try and get some pictures of them, but word had come back that only one of the various pictures of “the couple in red” had apparently been a good one, but that it would be sent to Kevin and Fatima, as per their request.

Kevin hadn’t seen any sign of either of them in the Bahamas their entire time there, either, much as he kept an eye out for them. He’d half expected to find Merlin dressed in cargo shorts and a giant loose-fitting shirt sipping something tropical on one of the beaches somewhere, but alas, the magus was nowhere to be found.

During the honeymoon, it seemed like Midas Day (or whatever was to become of the event now that it was being replaced?) was also placed on hold, with a day where it should have happened coming and going and so Kevin’s wondering of what the follow up to Midas Day was going to be continued on, unfulfilled and like a pregnant pause in the rhythm of his life. But after the first hour or two of Kevin jumping at shadows and Miriam reassuring him that nothing was happening, Kevin had gotten back to enjoying tropical drinks and swimming in water too blue for the human eye to accept. He’d even brought the Ancestor’s Gaze, the necklace given to him by the merfolk lord, as a sort of back up insurance, but it had turned out that he hadn’t needed it.

Most of the time, Kevin and Fatima had kept it just the two of them in the main suite, with the other girls staying in a nearby suite, but it seemed like most nights they would rotate one of the other girls into the room with them, to help spice up the play.

But all things must end, and ten days later, they were wrapping up, getting packed and heading back towards the airport when it occurred to Kevin that Morgana’s imposed deadline on Ashley was quickly approaching. He didn’t want to interfere with the girl’s process, but her window was closing. Still, best to let the girl stand or fall on her own two feet. The last time she’d mentioned something about it to him was the middle of the honeymoon, and that she was close to narrowing down her selection into something that would ‘blow his mind.’

By the time they were working their way back through customs, however, Kevin had basically forgotten all about Ashley’s boast, and his mind was instead starting to work on all the various song sketches he’d compiled during the trip and he had in mind a new project, one he was going to need to recruit a female vocalist for.

It was going to be a strange blend of tropical and psychedelic, with heavy shoegaze guitars layered over almost soothing rhythms, maybe played on steel drums. The Cocteau Twins meets Jimmy Buffet with maybe some Paramore meets Slowdive mixed into the whole wash. He'd need someone who could both control the tsunami of sound but also ride it like a surfer on a wave.

It would also be a chance to incorporate loads of types of instrumentation he’d never needed before. He was entirely certain that Kerry had never touched a set of steel drums in her life. While he was certain she could pick it up given enough time, there wouldn’t be any hard feelings if he went and found someone who specifically had spent a lot of time learning the steel drums and hadn’t been in much demand in Hollywood as of late.

He also wasn’t sure there was an audience for that kind of project, but that was a problem for somebody else. Sometimes a person just needed to put a creative project into the world to see if there was an audience for it. Maybe the idea of shoegaze guitars and breezy Caribbean melodies was just something the world didn’t know it was waiting for.

The drive back to the house was mostly pretty quiet, with everyone starting to acclimate back into their own lives again, lots of people attached to their cellphones, as he fully expected them to be. Natalie was scheduling deliveries to start back up, with food scheduled for just an hour or two away. She was also scheduled the classes she was teaching to start back up. Leah was informing her support staff she’d be checking into the office again tomorrow. Miriam had reminded the rest of Fatima’s security team that they were back and that standard rotations were going to start up again. And Elizabeth was talking to people about what his schedule looked like for the next few weeks, now that he was back from his honeymoon.

Emily Rouchard’s picture was ‘in the can’ as the expression went, and now it was just the strange, long waiting time before anyone outside of a handful of industry people got a chance to hear the score he’d done for the flick. He’d done his first pass for Robert Rodriguez’s movie, but that meant he’d come back and add more beds, new scenes, new themes and adjust what was there based on both Robert and the studio’s notes. Hopefully the studio didn’t decide to blow a gasket, but Rodriguez was known to stick pretty close to his own vision, so with any luck, the revisions wouldn’t be too excessive.

The cars pulled into the driveway, and as soon as the vehicles were parked, everyone was bailing out of them like they couldn’t wait to get back in the house, leaving Kevin to unpack all the suitcases from the car until Jackson come out from the front the house, laughing himself silly. “They really didn’t grab their own shit? None of them? Not even Miriam?”

“Nope,” Kevin laughed. “Fatima’s married me and now I’m just the handyman who unpacks her bags and occasionally bangs her brains out.”

“More than occasionally,” Jackson teased. “It’s a nice house, Kev, but word gets around. Not that I’m sayin’ it should be otherwise. She’s your wife. I’m just still amazed she’s cool about all the sidepieces.”

“You know she’s banging most of those sidepieces herself, yeah?”

“How do I get a life like yours, sir?”

“Save the life of the world’s most notorious sorceress?”

Jackson chuckled, shaking his head a little. “I was hoping it’d be something more manageable and less complicated, like, hot yoga or something.”

“I mean, Nat teaches some great yoga classes. Besides, you’re engaged yourself, and your fiancée seems pretty damn happy with you.”

Jackson nodded. “I dunno, I just… the idea of two women at once has always been a fantasy of mine, and now that I’m getting married, I don’t expect I’ll ever get that.”

“Why’s that?” Kevin said, relaying suitcases by the pair from the back of the car to the inside of the house while Jackson did the same.

“The upcoming missus never seemed all that adventurous in the sack.”

“Have you talked to her about it?”

“Talked?”

Kevin chuckled and sort of tilted his head to look at him. “You haven’t even talked to her about the sort of stuff you have daydreams about?”

“They’re just fantasies, boss man; so why bother talking about them?”

“Because she’s got the right to know the kinds of things that go through your head in your spare time, and because if she loves you, she’s not going to care,” Kevin sighed with a world-wizened smile. “That’s your real problem, Jackson. You’ve got to be open, and you’re used to living a life under scrutiny – timetables, schedules, routes, planning. Everything has to be in order and precise, but people, they’re not like that. Your soon-to-be-wife isn’t like that. She just wants to know the things that’ll make you happy, and the stuff that runs through your mind in the idle moments. Maybe she’s open to it. Hell, maybe she’s into it. You gotta let her have her chance to tell you all that, you know.”

“You think she’s going to be okay with it?”

“I think you’re never going to know until you talk to her about it, and if you haven’t talked to her about it, it’s still too early for marriage,” Kevin chuckled.

“That’s fair,” Jackson agreed. “I’ll talk to her about it.”

“I think it’ll go better than you think it will.”

“You think?”

“I think you are always looking for the worst in people, Jackson,” Kevin chuckled. “And I think that’s not the way to approach your wife, y’know?”

Jackson looked sheepishly down at his feet. “Yeah, you’re probably right about that.”

“Honesty, optimism and openness,” Kevin said. “That’ll get you through 90% of the problems.”

“And the other 10%?”

“You’re on your fucking own there, man,” Kevin laughed. “That last ten percent is basically where all musicians, storytellers and artists make their living, in trying to discern meaning from the madness. There’s nothing there but chaos and confusion, so best to just ride the flow and let the universe take you down whatever path it chooses.”

“That’s not particularly reassuring, boss.”

“Life sucks. Wear a hat.”

“Anyway, I was supposed to tell you that it looked like someone left something for you by the pool while they were house sitting. A sort of welcome home gift.”

“Who the… you know? I’m not even going to ask anymore. I’m just going to go see for myself.”

“Probably for the best, boss.”

Kevin had pushed the bags mostly in, but at that point, he just wanted to know what the hell was going on, so he headed out towards his backyard overlooking Los Angeles with his massive pool, a gorgeous sight, with the sun just starting to go down. But he could hear someone swimming in his pool, doing laps.

He moved towards the edge of the pool to see a small, lithe, very pale girl swimming laps in the nude before she caught sight of him, and started making her way across the pool, reaching the edge, hopping out to slide out to stand in front of him.

She couldn’t be more than 5’ tall, with very alabaster skin covered with freckles in heavy spotting down all the way to her toes, dusted more generously around her shoulders, tits and ass. Her hair was probably a glorious reddish amber when it wasn’t wet, but the dampness from the pool had soaked it into deep mahogany, although there was also a generous V shaped bush that glimmered a little more brightly colored copper shade. Her breasts were on the smaller side, and overall it gave the impression that she looked younger than she might’ve been.

“Hey there, Daddy,” she purred at him, her eyes the deepest, richest shade of emerald he’d ever seen with his own two eyes. “My name’s Megan, and I’m here to audition to replace Ashley. I know it’s a pretty big set of stripper heels to have to be stepping into, but I intend to make sure I make my mark.”

“I’m not sure—”

“Shhhhhh,” she said, reaching up to press a single fingertip against his lips. Her skin was cool to the touch, having just gotten out of the pool. “I am. I’m not going to get attached the way Ashley did, but I am going to blow your fucking mind.”

Kevin wanted to say something, but Megan’s other hand was already starting to rub his cock through the sweatpants he’d worn on the plane. He certainly wasn’t at his best looking, but the smoldering intensity with which she was gazing at him almost felt like he was a side of beef on offer to a starving woman. He’d had more than his fair share of partners, but there was kind of fervor to the way that she looked at him that said he was going to be more than a little exhausted when she was done with him, and that it would be that way and not the other way around.

“You know, other girls always say they want a cute boy, or a pretty boy, or a buff boy,” Megan said as she dropped down onto her knees, pulling his sweats and boxers down to his knees. Her face started to cuddle up along his cock, which throbbed eagerly, having swollen up immediately to earlier ministrations. “They’re dumb cunts, you ask me. I want an older guy, a smarter guy, a wiser guy. The shy guys are always the ones who really know how to get a girl off. My big sister told me about that when I was growing up, and she’s always been right.” She pressed tender kisses along the length of his shaft, flicking her tongue across the size of it. “Jocks think because they’re easy on the eyes means they don’t have to do any work or take an active hand. But you’d better be active with me, or I’ll be very cross. You ought to want me as much as I want you, and then you ought to take me to show that.”

Kevin had heard talk like this before, but there was something challenge, almost daring in Megan’s eyes, as she stared him down, pressing her lips to the head of his cock, holding there, the look on her face trying to push him, so he decided to push back, grabbing her head with both hands and forcing her face down onto his shaft until the head of his cock pushed against the back of her throat while she moaned and clawed her fingernails against his hips, eventually cupping his ass, not to pull him away but to make sure he didn’t draw back.

He’d seen some voracious cocksuckers before, but Megan was absolutely decadent, her lips closing around the base of his cock, her tongue snaking out to flick at his balls before closing the seal tight once more, then dragging her lips backwards slowly, pulling tightly on the skin of his cock as he groaned, shifting his stance a little, hoping like hell there weren’t neighbors or paparazzi pointed at his pool right now.

She wasn’t taking pauses to breathe and he had to wonder how she’d gotten so good at bouncing her head like this without needing to gasp for air. Her gaze was this combination of mischievousness, lust and innocence all balled together.

“Fuck, you better be legal, or I’m gonna kill Ashley,” Kevin muttered beneath his breath.

It made Megan’s lips pop off his cock with wide eyes, only long enough for his brain to start to panic before she giggled. “I turned eighteen last week, silly. Now gimme my treat…”

He would’ve loved to have a witty retort, but the unwavering suction she was applying to the entire length of his dick left him no room to speak, his breathing hitting frantic pace, and before he knew it, he was firing a searing hot volley of blasts against the back of her throat and into her mouth, her soft hands cradling his nuts, as she swallowed down heavy ropes of his semen, drawing his cock back so she could milk the remaining amount from him into her gullet.

“You were monumental,” he panted, although his eyes widened, feeling her still stroking his limpening shaft. “You can’t be thinking…”

Megan giggled again, a sound that was both ridiculously sexy and somehow slightly taboo. “If all I can get out of you on my first go around is one measly load, Daddy, then no way in hell do I deserve the role of fucktoy…”

There was a laughing from the patio door, and Kevin glanced over to see Ashley approaching. “I see you found my present, Daddy,” she teased. “How is she?”

“We’ve only just begun,” Megan purred at Ashley. “But he’s so fucking tasty.”

“Oh, I know. But now you’d better lure him into using you, girl,” Ashley said, stepping in close, helping Megan off her knees, kissing the redhead on the cheek before her tongue snaked out to snap up a little dollop of loose cum she had on her skin. “If you have to do all the work, then maybe he’s not that into you.”

“Nuh uh!” Megan pouted. “You saw the way he was skullfucking me back there!” Megan’s fingers stroked along his thigh. “I’m gonna make sure he’d totally spent before he’s done with me.” She moved over to climb up onto one of his deck chairs, spreading her legs as she reached back and gave her own toned pert ass a quick slap. “You gonna fuck me blind or just stand there, Daddy?”

Kevin moved over towards her, finding that the freckle splatter pattern on her ass was even more generous than it was almost anywhere else. His hand brushed across her smooth skin, and she felt so tender and soft. His hips moved as he looked at the expression on her face, one with such excitement, as he lined up the head of his cock and pushed forward.

She was tight, the snuggest pussy he’d ever wrapped around his cock, and the sound she made when he penetrated her almost startled him, but she lunged her hips and ass back into him, pushing onto his cock like she was trying to wrap him up inside of her and never let him go. He could feel her feet moving to the outside of his legs and pull him closer.

He almost wanted to pop immediately, the intense pressure around his cock ridiculously overwhelming, making it nearly impossible to concentrate, but it seemed to bring out an animal side to him, as he started to buck into her, shoving his cock inside of her, almost feeling like her body was straining to stretch around his shaft, clinging for desperate life, like if maybe she could keep him within her a moment longer, she wouldn’t feel the forceful swell of his member thrusting back inside of her again, making her howl in eager delight.

“Fuck yeah, daddy,” she whimpered. “Pound me! Drill my fucking pussy open! Split that teenage snatch wide! Carve your fucking name into me! Make me a good little whore for you! Rail me until I’m a proper little fuckslut for you, Daddy… God, you’ve got such a big. Fucking. DICK! Shit, I feel so fucking small and tiny, so stuffed fucking stupid! No fucking boy’s ever dicked me like this, daddy! Harder! Rail your tiny slut harder on your big fat daddy dick and stretch me open! Fucking ruin my little pussy, so that nobody’s ever fucking good enough ever again!”

Ashley had moved to stand beside him, leaning in to press a kiss to Kevin’s lips, her fingertips stroking the back of his head. “She’s an eager little slut, isn’t she, Master? You said you’d never had a ginger before, so I decided that simply would not do, and made it a point for us to remedy that.”

“And you don’t think she’s going to get attached like you did?” he said in between kisses with Ashley, one of his hands moving to pull her closer by her ass.

“She knows better, Master, and knows what a miracle it would take for her to overstay her welcome more than four or five years, but she very much wants this… you can feel how tight she’s clenching on your cock, can’t you?”

“Almost too fucking tight, Ashley,” Kevin said, having to slow his pace down so as to keep himself from just going off again. “And just eighteen? I’ve got to be too fucking old for her…”

“No no, Master,” Ashley purred into his ear. “She wants experience. She wants muscle. She wants confidence. She wants a man who isn’t afraid to give her a bit of pain with her pleasure.” Ashley lifted a hand and then brought it down on in a hard slap on Megan’s freckled slender ass, not even that much flesh as to truly jiggle. “Isn’t that right, slut?”

“Yes ma’am!” Megan moaned. “I think… Jesus fucking Christ… I think I’ve already cum two or three times already… maybe fucking more… I think… fucking shit… I think I blacked out for a second? Or maybe just whited out in the pleasure of it all? I lost a few seconds of time? Maybe a minute? I’m super fucking sorry, Daddy, but I just felt soooooo fucking gooooood…”

“That’s fine, Megan, I’m trying to hold back myself but…”

“Don’t, daddy! I’ve… I’ve never let anyone cum inside of me before… but I wanna feel you… I wanna feel you painting my belly up from the inside… I wanna feel that warm gooey feeling inside of me, knowing you could’ve knocked me up… that you could’ve bred me like a good little bitch… That I could be a good little breeding whore for Daddy to impregnate… god, it makes me go brrrr…. Do it, daddy… pump your cumdump full of what she’s yearning for…”

He might’ve held out a moment or two longer on his own, but he could feel Ashley’s fingertips closing around his nutsack, cradling them, stroking the tiny balls, coaxing them to release another load, this time inside Megan’s rapidly spasming twat, feeling her trying to milk it out of him, only for his body to eventually yield, another firehose spout blast erupting from inside to coat her womb with his cream, which sent her into another wave of quakes and quivers.

He slipped back, letting his cock drip out of Megan’s pussy, seeing it twitch and contract, almost as if withdrawing his cock had left her feeling empty and vulnerable. He chuckled and moved to sit down on the deck chair next to her, as Megan slumped her face down onto her folded arms, her knees still keeping her ass lifted up in the air. “I think that’s just about all for me,” Kevin said with a playful little laugh.

“Oh no no no,” Ashley said, dipping down behind Megan’s body so he couldn’t see her. “That simply will not do, Master.” There was a wet slurping sound, at which point Megan’s body gave another big shiver, and then Ashley’s head peeked up over Megan’s ass, a bit of his spunk still on Ashley’s lips, as if she’d sucked some of the load out of Megan’s pussy. “You need to have the full run of this girl before you can say yes or no.”

“The mind is willing, Ashley, but I dunno about the flesh…” he said with a little laugh. “I’m not sure I could even stand up, much less get it up.”

“Oh! I can handle it, Daddy!” Megan said, putting her hands down on the deck chair before moving to rise up, arching her back first, like a cat waking from a long slumber. “It’s probably best that way anyway, so I make sure you don’t hurt me too bad…” She looked genuinely shy for a moment. “I’ve never had a real cock in my ass before, so I like the idea of controlling it myself…”

“Don’t go rushing into anything on my account, Megan,” Kevin said, laying back on the deck chair, even as Ashley was raising the back of it up a little more. “If you’re not ready…”

“Oh, I’m fucking ready, Daddy!” Megan purred. “I’m totes excited about feeling you take my last virginity, giving the last of my innocence away to you… I’ve been training myself for weeks now. And you look sooooooooooo big, but I want it sooooooooooo much…”

Ashley popped open a bottle of lube, drizzling it over his cock before she started stroking his shaft, and as much as he thought he would remain limp, the look of excitement Megan had on her face was electrifying and contagious. “She’s gonna do it, Master, so you’d better get used to the idea.”

“I couldn’t say no if I tried.”

Megan moved over to take the bottle from where Ashley had put it and smeared some lube on her hand, reaching down to smear it over her asshole. “Ready or not, Daddy, here I come…”

“You already did that a few times, Megan,” Kevin chuckled, even as Megan was moving to straddle him on the chair.

“God, I’m so going to fucking feel this, but I want it so fucking badly,” Megan purred, biting her bottom lip as she reached down to take Kevin’s mostly stiffened shaft from Ashley’s hand, rubbing it against the slippery pink pucker of her ass.

“You don’t have—”

He never got to finish that sentence as she pushed the tip of his cock against that rosebud and felt it give way, popping the head of his thick shaft into her ass with a loud squeal somewhere between pleasure and pain, her head leaning back to look up at the darkening sky as evening was starting to roll in on top of them.

“It’s like a fucking arm up my fucking ass!” she whimpered. “I feel so dirty, so fucking naughty… and so fucking good…”

“Too late to turn back now,” Ashley giggled.

Kevin wanted to do as best as he could, but Megan’s rear passage was even tighter than her pussy had been, and he knew there wasn’t going to be much he could do to keep from popping, so he was mostly just keeping pace with her, feeling her hands on his shoulders, her feet against his hips while she pushed her ass down onto his cock, not all the way, not at first, but pretty quickly, she got the hang of it, and was starting to ride him pretty good.

It wasn’t his best showing, but he didn’t completely muck it up either, and when he finally popped that third time, it set her off as well, her body trembling like a leaf on the wind before collapsing against him, her body gasping for breath, and shivering.

When he finally had the strength to look up, he saw Ashley holding up a pendant expectantly, to which he could only nod his affirmative before he drifted off to sleep.