Sorcerer's Dilemma

"Are you enjoying making me squirm?" she purred playfully.

He realised that he must have had quite a goofy smile on his face. "Yes, I am."

"You're such a pervert," she cooed lovingly before leaning in to kiss him.

They exchanged another lengthy kiss, rubbing their eager tongues together. All the while, she fondled his throbbing cock and aching balls, while he caressed her snug pussy, causing increasing amounts of her warm fluids to drip out across his hand and down her thighs, creating damp spots on her stockings.

Eventually, Tanya pulled away from the kiss and released her grasp on his valuables. "Okay, enough warm-up. I want to taste your cock. Can you sit on the bed for me?"

She didn't have to tell him that twice. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and took a second to admire how shiny and sticky they had become. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and spread his legs, his cock standing firmly at attention.

Tanya grabbed a pillow off the bed, put it on the floor between his legs, and got down on her knees on top of it. Then she looked down eagerly at his hard cock while idly caressing his thighs with both hands. "Warn me if you're going to cum, okay?"

He shuffled his butt to get comfortable. "I'll do my best."

She leaned in to place a gentle kiss on the sensitive head of his cock, then another on the shaft, then further down the shaft, then a final kiss on his heavy sack. She giggled softly as she looked up at him with a naughty grin. Then she trailed back to the tip and wrapped her lips around the bulbous head. Inside her mouth, she worked her slick tongue all around the head in slow circles, making the sensitive skin slick with her saliva. Sam found himself clawing at the bedsheets as his cock throbbed forcefully from the intense sensation.

After a few circles, she moved down, sliding his cock deeper into the warm, wet confines of her mouth. From there, she started slowly bobbing her head up and down, stroking her soft lips and slick tongue across the shaft and head. She only took it in about halfway at first, but she went a little deeper with every bob. Soon she was taking it all the way inside her mouth when she went down, pushing her nose into his pubes and the tip of his cock into the back of her throat. All the while, she kept eye contact with him, looking up at him with those dark, sultry eyes.

Sam felt stunned by the skilled assault of her mouth on his cock. He kept one hand planted on the mattress, for a sense of stability, while placing the other on the back of her head, running his fingers through her lush auburn hair. From there, all he could do was sit back and enjoy the sensation, although he tried not to surrender to it too much, else he would come in no time. He held on for maybe a few minutes, longer than he had expected but shorter than he had hoped, before he felt the pressure in his loins rising sharply. "Tanya, I'm- Ooh... Almost there."

As soon as he spoke up, she withdrew his cock from her mouth with one fluid motion. Her lips disengaged from the tip with a soft pop, leaving his cock throbbing forcefully on its own, slick and shiny with her saliva. For a moment he feared that he was going to shoot his seed into the air after all, but then the throbbing gently ebbed away.

He took a deep breath. "That was a close one."

"Your cock tastes so good." She placed another kiss on the tip. "I could suck on it for hours and never get bored."

Her praise made him throb almost as much as her mouth did. "I would gladly let you. But I'm afraid I would blow my load in a matter of minutes."

"That's the cruel irony of men, right?" She playfully trailed her tongue along the underside of his shaft. "Blessed with such a beautiful asset but cursed to be unable to use it for long. That's alright, though. I can suck it again another time. For now, I really want to feel it inside me."

She rose to her feet and climbed onto the edge of the bed to straddle him. Without hesitation, she took hold of his cock, lined up the tip against the entrance of her pussy, and slowly lowered herself onto it. It was a snug fit, but she was so supple and slick that it slid inside of her easily. Soon her butt touched down on his lap and not even an inch of his cock was left exposed. She hummed contently as she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled up close against him, pressing her soft breasts and stiff nipples against his chest. "That feels nice."

Sam let out a sigh of pure bliss as his cock throbbed against the tight confines of her pussy. He idly ran his hands across her full thighs, enjoying the silky touch of her stockings. "Feels amazing."

"It's about to feel even better," she purred while slowly raising up her body, pulling out a few inches of his cock. Then she slowly moved down again, pushing his shaft all the way back inside.

He grunted softly in pleasure as the sensitive head of his cock stroked against the fleshy tunnel of her pussy. Despite his clouded mind, a question that he should have asked earlier occurred to him. "Tanya, uhm, are you on the pill?"

"No," she said with a hint of cocky disregard. "We'll just have to practice our good judgement." She rode up and down on his cock once again, a little faster this time.

That seemed like a bad idea, but he didn't have the will to resist her, not now that they had come so far. He said nothing, but his hands trailed up from her thighs to her plump ass, where he grabbed two big handfuls of the soft flesh.

"That's the spirit," she purred while pulling closer against him, nestling her head next to his. Wavy strands of her long hair tickled against his neck and shoulder. "Just relax, okay?" she whispered in his ear.

She continued her riding motion, slow and steady at first but gradually speeding up. Without really thinking about it, Sam used his grip on her butt to help her along, lifting her up and plunging her down. Soon, the soft, rhythmic slapping sound of her ass coming down on his lap filled the otherwise quiet bedroom. As she rode him, her breathing gradually became heavier, then became laced with a series of soft moans and gasps that escaped her lips every time she thrust herself down on his cock. His own breathing became heavy as well, his heart beating loudly in his chest from the excitement.

Despite how good it felt, the sheer amount of lubrication allowed him to withstand her luxurious treatment for a few blissful minutes. But soon, sooner than he wished, he felt the pressure in his loins rising. His primal mind told him to say nothing and to blast his seed into her womb, but his rational mind knew better. "Tanya..." he whispered against her ear. "I... I should pull out."

She continued riding him at the same pace. "No, it's okay. You can cum inside."

He let out a soft moan as the pressure in his cock rose further. "But... it's too risky."

She sped up the riding motion even more, slapping her ass against his lap more forcefully. He could feel her soft breasts bouncing against his chest with her motions. "I want it. Fill my fertile womb with your seed. Please."

His cock throbbed forcefully while his heart skipped a beat. Was she really asking him to impregnate her? Here and now, on their first date? That was madness. "We shouldn't," he struggled to say, but he made no attempt to stop her. His hands continued gripping her ass, frozen in ecstasy.

"Please," she moaned in a desperate, breathless voice. "Put a baby in my belly. Please."

Her pleading voice pushed him over the edge. His entire body tensed up as his ball sack pulled tight. A moment later, his cock throbbed wildly as it released the first blast of sperm deep inside of her. Tanya came down on his lap with a wet slap one last time, then stayed there, holding his cock all the way inside of her as he came. Blast after blast of hot cum spewed from his cock into the depths of her womb, filling her up with his potent seed. It was the longest and hardest orgasm he had experienced in a long time, or maybe ever, but eventually the forceful spurts ebbed down into an oozing trickle. All at once, the tension in his body released and a wave of lethargy washed over him instead.

"Thank you," Tanya lovingly whispered in his ear. She kissed his neck a few times, then raised herself up off his lap, pulling his tender, half-erect cock free from her pussy. She then crawled onto the middle of the bed and lay down.

Sam took a moment to catch his breath and to clear his jumbled thoughts. When he looked over his shoulder at Tanya, he saw her lying on her back with a content expression on her face and her hair splayed out around her head like a halo. A thick bead of white cum oozed from her pussy and dripped down onto the sheet. He felt a deep, primal satisfaction as he looked at it. As if he had conquered her, made her his. He couldn't believe that she let him do that. Or rather, made him do that.

He sluggishly crawled onto the bed and lay down next to her. "That wasn't right, Tanya. We shouldn't have done that."

She turned onto her side to face him and looked at him with big, pleading eyes. "What, don't you want to have a child with me? Don't you think I would be a good wife to you?"

He took a deep breath, trying to formulate a good answer, but his mind was still scrambled and conflicted. "I do, but... It's so sudden."

There was a long silence as the two of them looked at each other. Her pleading expression turned into a bashful one as she averted her eyes. "Hey, uhm," she said in a voice more sombre than ever before. "I'm sorry for springing this on you. I just... I'm sick of being alone and I really wanted to make sure that you would be mine. But... I can take a morning after pill if you really don't want this."

As he looked at her lying there, nude, dishevelled, and with that shameful look on her face, he saw her in a way he never had before. Suddenly, the public persona of the confident temptress was gone and lying next to him was a young woman who just wanted to be loved. A woman who had been spurned her entire life and whose only way to cope was to make herself desirable. It made his heart pound faster, not with lust this time, but with a warm desire to protect and cherish.

"Come here," he found himself saying while reaching out his arm to wrap around her shoulders. She shuffled in close, pressing her soft, warm body against his side. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and gave her a firm, loving hug. "It's okay, Tanya. You don't have to be alone anymore. I'll be your husband."

Her lips curled into a timid smile while tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She frantically wiped them away with the back of her hand. "Thank you, Sam. I swear I'll be a good wife to you. Together we'll raise a perfect son or daughter."

***

Emily walked out of the grocery store, awkwardly carrying her slightly-too-heavy bag of groceries. She should have had the foresight not to buy so much in one trip, but she was all distracted today. It felt weird to return to normal life after the excitement of her date with Sam. She just couldn't stop thinking about him. She wanted to see him again, to cuddle him and kiss him and... maybe more. But she had adulting to do, so she couldn't endlessly pine for him like a high school girl. She had to carry on with her day and be content in knowing that she would see him again soon enough.

As she walked home with her head still half in the clouds, she saw a car pulling off the road to park several paces ahead of her. It was nothing noteworthy, until she saw the driver getting out: a curvy woman with long auburn hair. Her back was turned, but Emily didn't need to see her face to know who it was. A hint of panic struck her. She knew that Tanya also had a date with Sam, but she had actively avoided thinking about that. If anything had happened between the two of them, she really preferred not to know. Should she turn around and avoid her? No, that was silly. If Tanya saw her fleeing, she would really feel like a fool.

A few moments later, Tanya locked the door of her car and turned away from it. They were still a few paces apart, but their eyes instantly met. Tanya's eyes widened in recognition for a moment, followed by an effortless smile. "Oh hey, look who it is," she said playfully.

Emily had no choice but to approach. "Hey, Tanya," she said, trying to sound nonchalant. She couldn't help but notice the way Tanya's breasts strained the buttons of her shirt. She felt a pang of envy, but did her best to ignore it. "What brings you to the city on a weekend?"

"There's a minor emergency at work, so I got a call to come in. Nothing too exciting though." She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear while gazing at Emily with knowing eyes. A few seconds of tense silence followed. It seemed like they were both wondering whether or not to broach the topic.

"How was your date?" Emily blurted out. She immediately regretted it, but the words had already left her mouth.

Tanya showed a faint smirk. "It was good. We, well..." Her face turned serious. "To be blunt, I think this competition of ours is as good as over."

A cold sense of dread crept up Emily's spine. "How so?" she muttered without thinking about it.

Tanya put a hand on her stomach. "Let's just say... there's a good chance that we already have an heir in the making."

Emily's heart sank while her brain ground to a halt. She opened her mouth to respond, but she didn't know what to say. "Oh," was the only thing that came out.

Tanya showed an apologetic expression. "Look, I hate to drop bad news and then ditch, but I do have to get to work. Don't take it personally, okay? There could only ever be one winner. I'll see you around." With that, she turned and walked off at a brisk pace.

Emily quietly watched the brunette walking away, until she turned a corner and disappeared out of sight. She felt like her date with Sam had gone so well, but now it seemed like she had squandered it. She had already known that competing against Tanya would be difficult. She was already the more confident and, in Emily's estimation, the more beautiful one. And now, on top of that, she had the gall to sleep with him on the first date. How could she possibly compete with that? Emily had the chance to sleep with him first. He was right there in her bed. But, frankly, she hadn't even considered it. She was just going to let their relationship progress naturally and had given no thought to the competitive advantage she was giving up.

What was she going to do? Give up and let Tanya have him? No, she didn't want to do that. She really liked him and he handily fulfilled her parents' ongoing pressure to find an advantageous marriage. She wasn't sure if she would ever find someone else who would fit both of those requirements. Should she continue the original plan of dating him and hoping that he chooses her? If Tanya was pregnant, it was a lost cause. The wizard community doesn't look kindly on the fathering of bastard children, so Sam would make her his wife on principle. But if she wasn't pregnant, Emily still had a chance.

But no, that was too optimistic. Knowing Tanya, she had monitored her menstrual cycle for this. If she had planned the date at the start of her fertile period, then she still had four or so fertile days left. If she slept with him a few more times during those days, pregnancy would be inevitable. And she would surely have no trouble charming her way into his bed again. Dammit. It was a lost cause then. She had stood no chance from the start.

Unless... Perhaps a brash move could even the playing field. She tried to remember when her last period was. It ended on Monday, so about a week ago. That meant she too was in her fertile period! All she had to do to even the playing field was sleep with him. Then they would both have the potential of pregnancy, so Tanya's advantage would be gone. Then he would have to make an impartial decision on which of them should keep the pregnancy and marry him. If she tried to initiate, would he be receptive to that? She didn't have Tanya's confident charms, but she knew that he found her attractive, else he wouldn't have made out with her. The biggest risk, she thought, was that he might turn her down out of faithfulness to Tanya. Then she would really be embarrassing herself. But she was willing to take that risk.

***

Sam sat on his couch with his head buried in his hands, pondering his predicament. The whole situation seemed settled enough on the surface. If Tanya really was pregnant, he was surely going to marry her. Not only would he never abandon his own child, but the wizard community would ostracize him if he did. Children with magical talent need proper guidance and education to ensure that they don't endanger themselves and others, so the fathering of bastard children is not tolerated. He could still tell Tanya to abort the pregnancy, but... he simply didn't want to. He had promised that he would marry her and he had meant it.

But there was one big thing that he felt bad about: having to tell Emily that they couldn't date anymore. The events of the past two days were hard to mentally reconcile. He really liked Tanya and would gladly marry her. But he liked Emily just as much. Just yesterday, when he left her house in the morning, he had fondly looked forward to a relationship with her. To turn her down would feel terrible. However wonderful his relationship with Tanya might be, he would always have to live with the uncertainty of wondering what he left behind.

His thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. He had no visit or delivery scheduled, so that was unusual. He rose to his feet and opened the door. To his surprise, it was Emily who stood on the doorstep. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders and she was dressed in a snug white crop top, a blue mini skirt, and white thigh-high stockings. He had never seen her dressed in such a feminine way, but it was certainly an attractive sight. "Oh, uhm, hey," he stammered with jumbled thoughts.

"Hey, hey," the beautiful blonde purred while stepping up close to him. Before he could give any further response, she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him.

He froze up. Should he stop her, push her away? It didn't seem right to let this happen, but she was so warm and her lips so pleasantly soft. Instead of resisting, he found himself wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. As her breasts pressed against his chest, he felt the soft flesh bulging to the sides as they were smushed between their bodies. His cock throbbed as he realised that she wasn't wearing a bra this time. She parted her lips to present her tongue and so did he, lapping and swirling them together in a passionate embrace. They made out for a good minute or so, right there on the doorstep, before ultimately parting.

Sam couldn't help but smile as he looked down at her beautiful face. "That was... a pleasant surprise."

"I just couldn't wait to see you again," she said with a giddy red-faced smile. She hadn't loosened her embrace, so her breasts were still pressed firmly against his chest. He could faintly feel the outline of her nipples prodding through the fabric of their clothing. "Can I come inside?"

He had thought this through just now, how it would be better to reject her in favour of Tanya. But now that she was right in front of him, he couldn't do it. Would it really be so bad to let her in? Despite the prospect of pregnancy and marriage, all he had done with Tanya was one night of casual sex. Maybe it was okay to enjoy this love triangle a little bit longer. It wouldn't be cheating until one of them asked him to be exclusive, right? "Yeah, sure."

They released the hug and he shepherded her inside before closing the door. Emily walked to the middle of the living room and looked around. She was swaying her hips with a nervous energy that he had never seen from her. "You have a nice place too. I see we have similar taste in apartments."