The Sword and the Soul Ch. 04

Mag was unable to move much, trapped as he was with the witch's arms and legs locked around him and his cock imprisoned by her womb-mouth. Yet even so he gave little rocking thrusts, enough to drag his cock against the soft walls of her core and drive himself closer to release. The searing Soul pouring into him reached his balls, and then the pressure became too much. With a roar he came, pumping some of Norn's essence back up his shaft along with his own seed, all of it pouring directly into her core.

No sooner had that first spurt left him than Norn's essence flowed back in, pushing his own seed back down. It was thick like honey and took its time rolling down to his balls, the seconds stretched out agonizingly by Mag's Soultrance. When at last her Soul cleared his shaft, his second pulse rocketed up it, splashing hotly inside her womb.

It went on like that, him firing off a spurt of their combined essences, her pouring herself into him, until Mag lost count of the agonizing cycles. They climaxed in tandem, him grunting and thrusting into her, then her shuddering and clamping down on him. They kissed one another desperately, both lost in a deep Soultrance where all that existed was their combined pleasure and the joining of their formless beings.

At some point Mag became aware of the soft earth against his back and a warm body above him. They'd made their way back to the shore, his heels still dangling in the water. Norn stirred atop him and pushed herself up onto her hands to gaze down at him, her eyes a brilliant gold. She had an odd look on her face -- ecstatically happy, yet quizzical, almost doubtful. But she said nothing, and neither did he. They stared into one another's eyes for a very long time, hearts beating as one.

Presently the witch sat up and took a deep breath, her stomach and breasts rising visibly. When she exhaled, the gate of her womb relaxed, allowing Mag's flaccid cock to slip free of its depths. He gave a sigh of relief at the abatement of the intense sensation of being utterly buried in her. Then she slipped off of him, her thighs slick and glistening with liquid Soul that still dripped from her sex.

They dressed in silence. Even with his back turned to her, Mag could feel Norn's presence clearly. He knew her movements, he sensed her thoughts: joy, disbelief, doubt. He felt much the same, and wondered if she could sense that from him.

When they walked out of the copse, his dappled mare was still waiting for them. Mag swung up first and then reached down to pull Norn up behind him. She settled against his back, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head against his shoulders. Mag coaxed the horse into a trot and led them back up onto the mine road. There were still miles between them and Abin's Lode, and the afternoon sun fell warmly on their necks.

Mine, said Norn wordlessly, the first thing either of them had vocalized since leaving the shrine.

Yours, answered Mag.

They rode down the rode together, now miles behind Glabber's column. The sun had crested its noonday zenith and sunk low in steady progress towards the horizon. A powerful stillness had lain across the land, and Mag felt at peace.

Clop-clop. Clop-clop. Clop-clop.

~#~#~#~#~

That's all for now! No battles this time, but I've got a big one planned for next chapter. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter in the comments!