Morgana's Gift Pt. 13

Interruption Five – Streets Of Fire

The aftermath of Midas Day was surprisingly light the second time around, and Kevin found himself in much better spirits about it, even if he didn’t have a clue what was happening to him or why. The next day it was as though everything had simply returned to normal, and none’s the wiser for whatever had happened. They had the camera footage, of course, and so he and Fatima had watched it back with him running for his life like he was in some sort of found footage horror movie. Fatima had had a proper giggle that lasted several minutes watching it, even needing him to stop the film every so often so that she could recover her breath, all of which Kevin found rather embarrassing.

“You don’t have to laugh quite so hard, dear,” he told her at one point, when tears were streaming down her dark cheeks, her breathing so roughly staggered he was afraid she might pass out from inconsolable mirth.

“Oh babes, if you can’t laugh at this, I dunno what’ll ever make you laugh,” she said in between giggling fits. “I know it’s less funny ’cause it’s happenin’ to you, but jaysis, you have to admit there’s a sense of wondrous insanity about all of it. And you say there’s supposed to be some kind of reason for it?”

“That’s what Merlin claimed,” Kevin said with a shrug.

“You say that like he could be dickin’ with ya,” Natalie grinned, sipping from whatever was in that glass of green liquid she was drinking from.

“It’s Merlin,” Kevin replied. “I think ‘could be dicking with you’ is the first line in anyone’s description of him. He’s practically a leprechaun. He likes getting into the middle of people, introducing trouble and then fucking off, leaving someone else holding the bag. Sure, there’s the depiction of him as the kindly old wizard, helping Arthur get his feet placed as the King of England, but it all goes a bit off the rails pretty quick after that.”

“And you think he’d lie about there being a reason?”

“No, I think that his ‘reason,’ whatever it is, might only make sense to him personally, or that it might be related to something outside of anything I might actually know anything about,” Kevin said, as they turned off the television, the three of them sitting around the living room. “But then again, it also might be something so painfully obvious that I’m going to kick myself when I figure it out.”

“There’s also the chance that it’s something specifically to irk Morgana,” Fatima replied. “The two of them have a pretty intertwined history if half of the stories are to be believed.”

“‘Don’t believe half of what you see and none of what you hear,’ is how that one Lou Reed song goes,” Kevin said. “So, I’ll believe just enough to believe that I don’t know much of anything at all. But yeah, you asked, love, so that’s what Midas Day is pretty much like – an endless swarm of women throwing themselves at me until one of them has their way with me. And each day, in the hour or so before it starts up, I’m compelled to take myself to some different location. That’s happened both times now, so I suppose that shoots down the idea of locking myself in a bank vault or something. I suspect that compulsion’s mostly to prevent me from doing something crazy like trying to isolate myself away from women. I think that if I planned to go on a ten-day drive across the middle of central Asia with Midas Day somewhere in the middle of it, I’d still find myself near a major metropolitan area when the actual Miday Day itself came.”

“Sneaky lil fucker, innit he?”

“I imagine one doesn’t live this long as a magician without being especially clever.”

“What’s on our agenda today?” Kev asked, glancing around. “I should probably be asking Elizabeth that, shouldn’t I? Where is she, anyway?”

“She’s off doing background research on the next person she wants to present to you for here in the house,” Fatima answered. “Which I told her today would be a good day for, because it wouldn’t let you duck out of the thing that I have on your schedule today.”

“Uh oh,” Kevin laughed. “What’s that?”

“You’re meeting my father for a late lunch this afternoon,” she told him.

“The footballer media mogul? That father?”

“He’s a great big pussycat, so you shouldn’t worry too much.”

“But I should worry some?”

“Well,” she grinned, “worrying a little anytime you’re about to meet someone who used to play the footie professionally is a fair cop.”

“That completely puts me at ease, Tee,” he groaned. “Thank you for that.”

“If you weren’t at least a little nervous, how would it be any fun?”

“And we’re not going to tell him about the whole magic thing, I take it?”

“I think that would be best,” Fatima replied. “The last thing I want is to have to explain to my father all about magic or that you’ve met people who knew King Arthur.”

“But I could’ve made a joke about your dad being old enough that he would’ve known King Arthur as well.”

“Hardy har har.”

“Who’s watching over us? Miriam, Jackson or Mike?”

Fatima stood up, stretching her lithe arms over her head. “I figure we take Miriam and Jackson, so if we decide we need to split after lunch, we’ve each got someone keeping tabs on us.”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Natalie took her time making sure Kevin and Fatima both got a good workout in, although Fatima was in far better shape than Kevin was, but Kevin’s upper body strength impressed both women, something Kevin wrote off to spending hours playing guitar, bass, banjo and basically any other stringed instrument he could get his hands on and teach himself. (Keyboards didn’t involve much upper body strength at all unless he was playing a keytar, something he refused to do any circumstances. His exact reply involved the band A Flock Of Seagulls and a biologically and anatomically impossible action.)

After the workout, the three of them decided to take a shower together, which was an entirely different collection of messes. Kevin climbed into the shower first, fully expecting to have the shower to himself, but a minute or so after he’d started soaping up, he felt a set of hands against his back.

“Decided to join me, Tee?” he asked. ‘Tee’ was the nickname Fatima had suggested to him as a way for him not to have to say her entire name each time, much like she preferred calling him ‘Kev.’

“Not just me,” Fatima replied as her hands moved to slide across his stomach, her breasts pressed against his back, as he felt another hand start to wrap around his cock. “Nat decided she wanted to lend a hand.”

“Not just a hand,” Natalie said with a giggle as she stroked his shaft while water poured down on all three of them. One of the nicest parts of the house was that the shower was designed in such a way that the showerhead could be set to one of three settings, covering increasingly large areas of space, so that everyone in the shower was getting hot water. “But whatever part else I need to lend.”

Kevin’s breath caught as he felt Natalie kissing down his stomach before wrapping her lips around the head of his dick, sliding her mouth down to the base of it. He tilted his head upwards to make sure the soap was washed clear from his eyes before he turned to look down, watching Natalie’s dark hair sliding back and forth, her fingertips cradling his nutsack while Fatima’s hands slowly dragged her fingernails against his chest.

“She’s good at this,” Fatima purred into his ear. “Did you make her pass a dick sucking challenge before you offered her her necklace?”

Natalie popped her lips off his shaft with a grin, looking up at her. “No, but then I was stretching with one foot flat on the floor and the other leg resting up on his shoulder when we were discussing whether or not I could fit in here.”

“That sounds very impressive,” Fatima said, the last word catching a little in her throat, which Kevin realized was the result of Natalie taking her other hand and stroking it along Fatima’s pussy. “Quite the showoff, aren’t you?”

“If I wanted to show off, ma’am, I’d be doing this standing on my head, which I could do.”

“She’s kidding, isn’t she Kev?”

“She was part of Cirque Du Soleil for a while, Tee, so I doubt it.”

“Was? What happened?”

Natalie moved to stand up a bit before leaning her face over Kevin’s shoulder towards Fatima. “My tits were too big for a lot of the sorts of moves they wanted me to do, so I moved here and started teaching fitness while working on my cooking,” she said, leaning up to kiss Fatima’s lips for a moment. “I think I may eventually want to start up my own restaurant, but I’m worried it’ll take me away from Kev too much.”

“I never said you shouldn’t chase your dreams, Nat,” he replied, feeling Natalie’s stiff dark nipples running through his chest hair, stiffening up at the sensations his fine dark hair sent up her spine. “If you want to open a restaurant, I’ll be your first investor.”

“Awww, thanks Kev, but it takes more than one investor to open a restaurant…”

“I’ll be second in line, then,” Fatima said, arching an eyebrow. “And you know I have the money to be all the investor you need. You should start planning for it.”

“You’re teasing me,” Nat said, pausing as she looked carefully at Fatima’s face. “You’re not teasing me? Oh wow, like, holy shit! Okay! Okay. Right. Let me think about that before I start asking you for money. I’m not in a rush am I?”

“Take all the time you need,” Kevin said, feeling one of Nat’s legs lifting up to wrap around his waist, pulling him and Fatima closer, backing the three of them up against the wall of the shower. With a sudden leap, she lifted her other leg up and pressed her thighs to his hips, as she moved to get his cock lined up and slid within her snatch, a filthy groan escaping from her lips, Kev’s breath catching a little bit as well.

The Asian girl was limber and the fact that Fatima’s body weight was pushing into his, making sure he was grinding her up against the edge of the shower only made it that much hotter. “That’s it, love, give it to her,” Fatima purred at him, one of her hands reaching down to take over playing with his balls. “I like watching you give the hired help the ol’ one-two.”