Legends Reborn Ch. 07

So, I was dying. I'm told that those with magic senses actually saw my spirit fleeing my body. Slowly, to be sure, and reluctantly, but...I was dying. Thankfully, reinforcements had already been on the way.

******

I woke slowly, and saw an angel looking down upon me. The sun was shining behind her, making her golden hair glow, giving her the illusion of a halo. I was aware of a fire that coursed all throughout my body. It felt like nothing else before.

Nothing could compare. I'm sure I was supposed to be feeling immense pain as the fire pumped through my body, keeping me alive, but, in truth, the feeling was almost orgasmic.

As my eyes opened, I saw the angelic lady smile at me, say something incoherent, and leave, grinning.

Still, I could feel the fire racing through my veins. My breath hitched, and I gasped, my hips giving a quick jerk, my hands coming alive at my sides to slither down my body.

What the fuck had that woman done to me? Had I been captured? Was this some sort of spell?

I continued to slowly ask myself these questions. My body may have been active, but my mind was still sluggish.

Finally, my hands reached the lips of my vagina, under the sheet that was covering me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, and orgasmed on the first caress.

I cried out as my fingers slid in and out of my quickly-slickening pussy. I orgasmed every few seconds, but I couldn't seem to stop. I was moaning, practically screaming, in my passion, and I just really didn't want to stop.

I heard the door open, but it was vague and, to be quite honest, not nearly as important to me as what I was doing right then.

I opened my eyes to see the angelic woman staring at me, jaw dropped and eyes widened. She just stared at me, and I noticed that the sheet was long since disintegrated, leaving my firm body open for all to see.

I think it was the embarrassment that broke the spell, finally. That, or the massive orgasm that jolted through my body at that precise moment. My back arched, pert breasts standing firm and proud on my chest, and I let loose the loudest, most erotic moan I'd ever heard.

Then, I passed out again.

******

There were five people in the room, staring at the body of a teenage girl (me), one that just masturbated herself to multiple orgasms and then passed out.

They didn't know I was awake (thank God), and so I could listen in on them.

"It'll take awhile, but she should be alright." This from the angelic woman from earlier. "She had an...odd reaction to the healing," said the woman, blushing a bit.

"How do you heal," asked an attractive woman with a Russian accent. She was standing close to Tal (my brother), and had her arm linked through his. A new girlfriend? And I had thought that everything had been going so well with the last one. What was her name? Err...Emily? Annie? Amy?

Amy. That was it. I wondered what had gone wrong, but knew that Tal would tell me if I asked.

Resolving to ask later, I forced my mind back on the conversation occurring nearby.

I had missed part, but had no trouble picking up the point. A woman all in black robes, the one I had seen being raped earlier, was staring at the angelic woman. "You used the Holy Fire to try and heal her?" she asked incredulously. "Have you any idea how very painful that would be to any normal person?!"

The angelic woman nodded. "Yes, I do. However, the Holy Fire is all that's keeping her heart beating. What I want to know," she said, starting to blush again, "is why she had the reaction she had."

"What reaction is that?" my brother asked. Oh, good Christ no.

The woman in white answered him, softly and with distinct embarrassment in her voice. "She was...um...touching herself."

I saw my brother immediately blush, and excuse himself from the room.

The woman in black was laughing, laughing so hard she was on her knees.

The two other women, the angel and the Russian, were staring at her as if she'd gone mad. "What's so funny, Medea?" asked the woman who had used the "Holy Fire" (whatever that was) on me.

"Gods above, Joan, don't you know who that is?" Medea asked when she caught her breath.

Joan (a healer? Another magician? I wasn't sure) looked down at me. "I had just assumed she was some mortal girl. Maybe a budding magus, but naught more than that."

The Russian woman said, "All I know is that she's a witch."

Medea glanced between the two of them. "Athena help me," she muttered. She pointed a finger at me, and cried out, "That, you blind hussies, is MERLIN!"

"Oh," Joan said.

"Shit," Natalia agreed.

They both passed out, and I went to sleep with a smile on my face and fire in my blood.

******

Nimueartur and her two partners stared blankly at the map.

"I don't get it," she said hesitantly, well aware that she was admitting a weakness. And admitting a weakness to either of her two partners could be fatal.

She was well rewarded, however, when the Alpha Werewolf, Sikarn, nodded silently in agreement.

Talos stared blankly at the map, which showed Azhi Dahaka, living, but motionless. "What is she doing?"

The room was silent once more as the three who considered themselves the three most powerful beings on the face of the earth wondered precisely how such an enormous power could have been contained.

Finally, the silence broke again. "Sikarn, why don't you go to that place and see what has happened. If you find any particularly powerful beings, kill them or recruit them."

Sikarn began to nod, but was stopped by Talos. A suave smile on his face, Talos spoke gently, saying, "While werewolves make, unarguably, the best foot soldiers imaginable, I believe that a few associates of mine are more properly equipped for stealth."

Nimueartur narrowed her eyes for a second, then nodded. She and Sikarn left in a hurry, and Talos began to make some calls.

******

Joan, Medea, Tal, and Natalia were all together. Merle lay sleeping, and they all had some things to discuss, between the four of them.

"So..." Tal was saying. "You're telling me that my sister, my little sis, is Merlin?" he asked. He had his arms around Natalia, and they were cuddling on the couch.

Medea lay back on a couch on the other side of the room, her head back and her eyes closed. "Yes," she said, exhaustion obvious in her voice. "Yes, yes, yes, and yes! Your sister is a witch. Your sister is Merlin reborn. Your sister did defeat Azhi Dahaka. And I really am the Medea of legend." Medea raised her head and looked him in the eyes. "So shut the fuck up and think of new questions."

Tal and Natalia were silent for a few moments. "Merlin? You're sure?" Natalia finally asked.

Medea stared blankly at the scientist. "Fuck!" she screamed, then stormed out of the house.

******

I was asleep, but a previously absent breeze woke me. During my recovery, I was quite the light sleeper. Probably because I did very little except sleep.

Still, I just assumed that Joan had returned and had found the room a bit warm for her tastes. I hadn't seen my brother in awhile, but I had heard arguing earlier, and I had heard the door slam after Medea's scream, so I guessed she had gone for a walk. About an hour ago, I had heard Tal and Natalia fucking like mad in the room next to me. The headboard on the bed was banging against the wall for a good thirty minutes. Now, this.

"Joan," I called out. "Could you get me something to drink?"

I heard a chuckle near my ear, far too masculine to be Joan's, and stiffened. "I can get you a drink, pretty lady," whispered a voice in my ear. "Then, you'll give me a drink."

With that, a thick, cold dick was shoved in my mouth. "Gdmt," I said, my outraged cry muffled as the cock began to piston leisurely between my pretty red lips. "Ooooh," murmured the disembodied voice/cock. I still couldn't see anything of who was raping my face. But I can tell you one thing, whoever it was was about to get a fireball jammed up his ass.

I concentrated on my anger as I felt the cock begin to piston a little faster. "Oh, lordy, Merlin sucks a mean cock," said the taunting voice. I could taste precum as it oozed into my mouth. In my position, I couldn't do anything but swallow.

I tried to call up the magic, but nothing was happening. Nothing! I just lay there as my face was raped faster and faster, the quiet moans of the rapist only serving to enrage me further.

"Oh!" he yelped. "I'm gonna cum in Merlin's mouth!" My rapist practically giggled at the prospect as his cock began to go deeper in my throat.

Finally, the cock began to pulse. The first string of thick cum sprayed my tongue, as did the second. I began to swallow rapidly, not wanting to choke, but the cock pulled out of my mouth. I felt a few streams of hot cum splash my face. "I'm giving the most powerful wizard ever a facial," chuckled my rapist as he continued to paint my face white.

The rapist groaned softly as the last dribble of cum landed on my forehead. "What?" he asked softly. "Know magics to blast me away? No fearsome spells to attack your rapist?" He slipped his finger down my blanket, beneath it. He reached my breasts, and fondled them. He cupped my tits with both hands, then began twisting my nipples. I arched my back against his palms.

His fingers slid further, until they finally reached my naked, and rapidly dampening, cunt. "The bitch is wet!" he said, laughing. "Merlin is a little whore!"

With that, the man spread my legs and got down between them, fitting his thick, still-hard cock between the lips of my pussy. Slowly, he speared me, his dick skewering me as his hand muffled my moan.

Grinning at me, the man began to pump his hips, his crotch slapping between my thighs with a meaty thud each time he pistoned into me. He began to speed up, his face contorting. "I can't believe I'm fucking Merlin," he mumbled, sweat beginning to soak his face. "I can't believe I'm raping the great wizard."

With one final thrust, I felt the man's cum spill into my fertile womb, his seed filling me. With that, I finally lost control. I came.

My back arched and I tore his hard away from my mouth as my orgasmic moans rang out. His cock pulsed even harder, spewing more sperm into me as my moans excited him.

The door burst open, revealing Joan. Her face was not the calm, peaceful visage I had grown used to as I healed. It was filled with righteous indignation.

"Vampires!" she cried out. "They send vampires to attack my patient!"

The creature raping me pulled back and looked at her in terror. I didn't get it. Who could be afraid of Joan?

"First your servants attempt to burn me alive," she says, ranting, slowly circling the now whimpering vampire. "You thought, for years you succeeded. The world thought you succeeded. I receded into the mist of legend." A feral grin lights her face. "But no more," she says, approaching the vampire. "No more will your kind terrorize the helpless. No more will you feel entitled to rape and murder. No more will you walk, fearless. For where the dragons have Medea to fear, and the demons must fear the demon-spawned Merlin, so too do the vampires have someone to fear."

A halo of fire erupted around Joan's head. Her voice began to echo itself in the room, and the vampire was sobbing, little droplets of red crawling slowly down his cheeks as his head shook in disbelief.

"Now, all that fears the holy must fear, too, my return." The vampire went up in a blaze, yet nothing else was touched by flame. None of the house burned. None of the carpets and sheets caught fire. Indeed, I could feel no heat.

"I am Joan of Arc," she said softly, as ashes fell where once a vampire stood. "And I am the bane of all who would oppose the Lord."

Shit. This was just too much. I didn't want to deal with any of it, and so I did the only sensible thing.

I went back to sleep.

******

Joan sat on a coach, watching the door. She had cleaned up the sleeping wizardess. Now, she was waiting for Medea.

Joan was not happy. It had been Medea's job to guard the girl, and she had failed.

The door burst open. Joan readied a sword of Holy Fire, just in case it was more vampires.

Medea trudged in, blood covering her black robes and white skin. A grim smile was on her face. "This neighborhood is going straight to hell," she said.

Joan stared at her in disbelief, then started to laugh. "Vampires?" she asked.

Medea nodded. "Three of them," she confirmed.

"They know she's here," Joan stated, laughter ceasing.

"Yes," Medea nodded. "They do."

******

I woke slowly, hesitantly. I didn't particularly want to wake up to be raped again, so I scanned the room with all my senses.

Nothing. Good.

I levered myself up slowly, blinking the sleep away. The events began to return to me, and I realized that something had gone dreadfully wrong.

Joan and Medea walked in the room, whispering softly back and forth as they approached me. I looked up at them beseechingly.

"Where did the magic go?" I asked.