Reminiscence
Dionel.....
A towering figure emerged out of the crowded town square, donned in gold from head to toe, and with a rich velvety perfume that stood out amongst the hundred other scents mingling together to give Merlin a headache. Divine aura melted off of him, unfurling and wrapping everyone in a gentle embrace that only Merlin and the celestial himself could see. He walked towards where the magister enjoyed her drink, a polite grin in place that would have charmed anyone in a 3-mile radius. Dolly, noticing the approaching celestial, made a lousy excuse and asked for Merlin's permission to return to the Mystical house, scurrying off as soon as she had received it. Merlin shook her head and cast a discreet protection spell around Dolly's retreating figure, just in case.
A moment later, Merlin heard a light cough. She turned back to the square to see Dionel holding out a hand,
"Care for a dance?"
Merlin cocked her head, eyebrow raised. She gently rested her hand on his as he pulled her to the dance floor. The musicians played a beautiful lilting melody, the tune of the lute floating in the air as a wilder played a mesmerising solo on the flute. It was a lovely song, a slow dance, if you will.
He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, holding her other hand to the side. Slender fingers clutched Dionel's shoulder, softly clutching the silken fabric. Their feet moved in unison, a rhythm well known...a song well danced to, slowly swaying to the melody.
"I always forget how tall you are, it hurts my neck"
"My apologies, but is it not that you can change your appearance?"
"I can...but I like this one better," Merlin admitted.
"Indeed, you seem to love this look, especially your hair. You've worn it this way for as long as I can remember"
"Yes...I suppose I have"
Dionel hummed, and they danced in silence, basking in each other's presence, drunk on the revelries.
"Remind me, Dionel, when was the last time? You must excuse my memory, it's been a while I assume?"
"No, you're quite right, it's been a while, more than a thousand years if I'm not wrong."
"Ah yes, I remember now. It was the first of this festival....right after I sealed the rift, I think. The town hadn't been named yet. Neither was it as well endowed." Merlin frowned, trying to remember the details of a time long gone.
"And what a night it was, unforgettable in all aspects. I still remember your attire"
"Unforgettable is a strong word, as it seems from my recent memory issues"
"A pity really, it was...something" Dionel trailed off, eyes distant, as though reliving the day.
Merlin looked into Dionel's eyes, there was a certain reminiscent glow to them, the kind that wasn't just nostalgia for companionship and camaraderie. She didn't remember everything that happened, but she had a feeling it wasn't just a few glasses of wine and celebration.
The song was coming to an end, the last few notes mellowing out and giving way to the next song.
"Well...why don't you...remind me?" Dionel snapped his head back, meeting Merlin's eyes. She trailed her hand up his shoulder, softly gripping the side of his neck and looking up, mischief in her eyes.
"I don't think....you quite know what that ensues", he said, voice lowered.
"Oh, but isn't that the fun part~"
The shock cleared from Dionel's eyes, and a slight smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He bent down, face impossibly close to Merlin's as his breath ghosted over her lips, the scent of alcohol and sweet wild berries permeating her senses,
"I'll make sure you remember everything...Magister"
Dionel moved forward, bridging the small gap and kissing Merlin. The taste of sweet wine spread over Merlin's tongue as he pulled her closer, slowly deepening the kiss. There was no rush, no haste, as imposing as Dionel was, he held her as one would hold a delicate vase. Merlin pulled back slightly, only to breathe, her mind slowly turning to mush from both the alcohol and the Celestial. He raked his gaze over her face, half-lidded eyes staring back into his own as her cheeks turned petal pink.
He'd seen many things in this world, more than any mortal could have, but the sight of Merlin, in his arms, was incomparable, just as it was incomparable that day many moons ago. He was reminded of how much he had missed this. He leaned back in again when Merlin suddenly stopped,
"Wait", confused, he looked into her eyes, brow furrowing in concern when he noticed a soft golden shimmer circling her pupil. Understanding dawned on him as he took in his surroundings. The crowded town square started growing faint as it transformed into the inside of a very familiar room, one he knew to the very last detail, from the mahogany wood shelves to the scantily covered stained glass windows. Hundreds of tomes and scrolls covered the west side, and the scent of honeydew seeds seemed to have occupied this room as long as Merlin herself had. A grand four-poster bed had been pushed to the side towards the windows, leaving the centre of the room empty, the floor littered with worn-down marks of magic circles, old and new. But Dionel was the least bit concerned with what Merlin did with her room. As soon as the gold in her eyes faded away, he pulled Merlin back into the kiss, their bodies flush against each other. His hands dipped downwards, gripping the back of her thighs, and Merlin quickly locked her feet around Dionel's waist as he hoisted her up. That solves the height problem.
She wrapped her hands around his neck, threading her fingers through his hair and softly tugging.
Dionel slowly walked over to the bed, setting Merlin's body down on the soft linen sheets. He backed away a little and started taking his clothes off. Merlin propped her head on her hand, shamelessly looking at his every move, a lazy smile on her puffed lips.
"Did I enjoy the show a thousand years ago as well?"
Dionel smirked, "Oh yes, your mannerisms remain almost eerily exact"
"I can't blame myself, it's quite the view" His shoulders flexed as he shrugged out of his remaining clothes, revealing a rather well-built body, one Merlin couldn't wait to explore. Merlin backed up against the headboard, resting her back against the pillow as Dionel got back onto the bed, the mattress dipping as he straddled Merlin's hips.
"Here's a neat trick", she snapped her fingers, and her clothes disappeared with a poof, leaving her bare, pinned under Dionel's body. She grinned
"That's convenient, though I'd have much preferred to see you strip" he chuckled,
"Maybe some other time-", she stopped mid-sentence and rolled her eyes.
"So many interruptions..." Merlin held her hand out, flicked it outwards, and a screen of pure golden light materialised over the door.
"There, now we'll have some privacy"
Dionel shrugged and bent down to kiss Merlin again. He hadn't the slightest clue what she did, but he didn't really care either.
He lightly bit Merlin's bottom lip, eliciting a delicious whine before slowly moving downwards, leaving soft wet kisses down her neck and stopping at the junction. He bit down, making sure to soothe the blooming bruise with his tongue.
"I'm sure magic can help cover that up", he said against her skin,
"Why... would I ever do that?" she breathed. Smiling, he roughly grabbed her breasts, pinching and rolling the flesh.
"Here's where the fun starts" Slowly moving his hand down, he started massaging her thighs, pulling them open, inching inwards, keeping the other hand on her breast. Lips never leaving Merlin's as her body squirmed and trembled at the arousal, but it seemed like every time he got close enough, he would move further away.
It wasn't long before her frustrations were answered. She gasped as Dionel's thumb circled over her clit, rough and calloused fingers rubbed over leisurely. Somehow, he knew exactly how to keep pleasure at the edge. Merlin grasped Dionel's shoulder, nails digging in as he picked up the pace, slipping a finger inside, then two, all the while he lovingly kissed her neck, biting down once in a while and licking over the spot. Her breathing grew ragged as she almost tumbled over when Dionel stopped. Merlin looked up at him, whining as he paused everything. She tried grinding into his hand, but he pulled away.
"Why.....Why did you stop?" she whimpered.
Although lust and want clouded Dionel's eyes, he held back,
"It would be a pity if the Magister Supreme were to cum on my hands alone, wouldn't it? Why don't you use that pretty mouth of yours"
Merlin squirmed as her mind struggled to form the words,
"Please....Please I'm begging you, I need you inside, please...." she pleaded, all dignity gone with the wine she had drunk.
Dionel smirked, "As you command, Magister, who would dare say no to you?" He leaned back in to kiss her and helped her pull her knees up to her chest.
Merlin gasped as Dionel entered her. He let her settle before slowly pulling back, groaning at the sensation.
Slowly moving his hips, pulling her back onto the edge. Pleasure rolled through her like electricity, her mind went blank as her mouth made sounds she would absolutely be embarrassed about the next day. Dionel picked up pace, cock pounding into her as the whole bed violently shuddered, face flushed as his thrusts became more erratic.
"OH DURA~!"
Merlin's back arched as she finally went over the edge, seeing stars in her vision and letting out a scream. Her nails made red streaks down his back as she fell back onto the bed, panting in exhaustion. Dionel followed suit, letting out a guttural moan as hot cum filled Merlin's belly. He held himself up by his elbows as he rested his forehead against her shoulder. Sweaty bodies flush against each other.
After a few moments, he rolled over to lie on the pillow next to Merlin. She dragged out his arm and put her head on his shoulder, getting comfortable. Dionel looked over, smiling gently and kissing her forehead.
"Sweet Dreams, my love", as he closed his eyes.
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