“He’s…. nnnhhh… he’s giving me more than one-two, ma’am,” Nat said as Kev begin to try and snap his hips back and forth, but he found it was actually easier to use his upper arm strength to lift and drop Nat up and down, her back just slipping against the wall of the shower, considering how wet they all were.
Fatima’s other hand moved to push between Kev and Nat, doing its best to work down to let her thumb rub against Nat’s clit while Kevin was jerking her up and down on his dick, his eyes closing a little, as Nat’s athleticism was making this even easier than he’d thought it would be.
The three shades of flesh played well off one another, and before he knew it, he felt Natalie’s cunt start spasming around his shaft, her face buried into his shoulder, the high pitching whimpering noises almost like little chipmunk squeaks. It took a moment but eventually he felt her slowly uncurling her legs from around his waist, lifting up to slide his cock out from inside of her before lowering one foot then the other onto the floor of the shower. “Do her next, boss,” Nat groaned at him.
“Now now, Nat,” Fatima started, “I don’t know that we’ve got tiiii-”
She was interrupted by Kevin spinning her in front of him, pressing her face-to-face against Nat, pulling her hips back and kicking her legs apart just enough so he could just slide his still hard cock up inside of her Indian pussy.
The two women were of similar heights, which meant pressed together like that, their tits were jammed up against each other, Nat’s back against the wall giving her no room to go anywhere, even as her lips moved to press against Fatima’s, their tongues getting tangled up with one another even as Fatima did her best to try and lean back into Kevin’s thrusts, but Kevin was hellbent on making sure she couldn’t think straight, trapped between delights both in front of her and behind.
Each time Kevin’s hips smacked against Fatima’s ass, her ochre flesh rippled even as she would moan into Natalie’s mouth. The pace was hard and strong, and sooner than Kevin would’ve liked, he could feel his body starting to tense up, his teeth catching his bottom lip as he started to orgasm and began to blast hot cum up inside of her snatch, giving the woman shivers of delight.
He was starting to pull back from the two women as they were breaking the kiss, a wicked laugh rolling from Fatima’s lips. “So, everyone gets an orgasm but me?” she teased the other two.
“You came in there, you can’t fool me,” Natalie giggled back at her.
“Did not!” Fatima said, grinning like maybe she had.
“Well then, we can fix that!” Natalie spun Fatima around so that her back was up against Natalie’s chest. Nat’s left hand slid around Fatima’s waist, as if to hold her in place, as her right hand reached up to grab one of the detachable showerheads, lowering it down before pointing it directly at Fatima’s pussy, sending the Indian Brit into a fit of shivers.
“N-n-n-not f-f-f-fair!”
A moment or two later, it was clear that whether Fatima had gotten an orgasm before when Kevin was fucking her, she was definitely having one now, her hips gesticulating wildly, as if trying to get closer to the shower head or, more likely, away from the intense sensations. During her orgasm, Kevin had to step in to help keep Fatima from slipping down to the floor of the shower.
The three of them took a bit more time getting clean again before they finally headed out of the shower to get dressed, not that anyone else said a damn thing about it. Miriam had been on the receiving end of Kev and Fatima before herself and enjoyed it far too much to complain about others having a longer than normal morning.
Kev and Fatima sat in the back of the Escalade while Jackson drove and Miriam sat shotgun keeping watch, as their giant SUV blended in with the seas of endless other vehicles just like it, heading over towards a southern part of LA away from where they’d intended to be heading, as Miriam tensed up a little.
“Jackson, what are you doing?”
“I’m… I’m not entirely sure,” the giant black security agent replied. “I’m starting to think this is some sort of magical compulsion I’m being given, because wherever it is I’m driving, it isn’t where I’m intending us to go. It’s… fuck, it’s frustrating feeling my body not do what my brain’s telling it to, but while I know I should be worried, for some reason I just ain’t.”
Kevin sighed. “Maybe text your dad, tell him something came up and we’re running a bit behind schedule. That sounds exactly like a Merlin compulsion.”
“How late should I say we’ll be?” Fatima asked, fishing out her phone from her purse.
“Merlin’s generally not all that chatty, so maybe tell him an hour or so? Best to keep it open ended. You can even blame it on traffic, looking at the satnav.” He glanced and noticed Jackson was turning off the 110 at the N. Hill street exit. “Looks like we’re close to wherever it is we’re being rerouted, so maybe we’ll get lucky?”
“Da says he’s running late anyway, so he’s asking if we can reschedule to dinner around 6?”
“Tentatively tell him yes.”
The SUV didn’t have much further to go, pulling into the parking lot at Los Angeles State Historic Park, something that made Kevin frown a little. “Well, this isn’t where I’d typically meet Merlin, but maybe he’s up to something new.”
Jackson pulled the SUV into a parking spot, then turned the car off, stepping out of the vehicle, mostly in control of himself. “We’re supposed to go over the Roundhouse Bridge,” he said, stepping to open the door for Fatima while Miriam opened the door for Kevin.
“Well, the sightlines are easy as hell to maintain,” Miriam said. “So assuming we’re just worried about kidnappers and not snipers, everything should be fine.”
“Why the hell would I be worried about snipers?” Kev asked her.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m always worried about snipers,” she replied in that dry tone that made it impossible for him to tell if she was kidding or not.
The four of them moved out of the parking lot and started walking down the bridge towards the end overlook point, where there was a solitary figure waiting for them, but certainly not the one that anyone expected to be.
While it was the first time most of them had laid eyes on this particular individual, Kevin had an immediate sense of recognition, even at a distance, even with the changes in appearance. It was the endless number of rings covering her fingers that was the dead giveaway.
They walked down the concrete path, and Kevin got a chance to notice exactly how different Morgana Le Fay looked from the last time he’d seen her. When he’d last seen her, she’d looked to be in her early 50s, but now she appeared as though she couldn’t be a day over 30, her hair a dark color of red, like that of a fine Merlot or Pinot Noir, still hanging loosely around her face, although now it was cut into bangs that the woman somehow made look good. Her general facial structure didn’t look at all how he remembered her appearing, slender where it had once been rounded, rounded where it had once been slender. In fact, she looked almost nothing like the woman Kevin had pulled from that burning car what felt like four or five lifetimes ago.
“Hello my dear boy!” Morgana said, waving one hand at him in the most aggressively friendly gesture she could manage. “I know I said we weren’t going to meet again, but I understand there’s been some kind of tinkering going on with the gift that I gave you? Any idea what that’s all about?”
Down below the overlook, in a concrete ring off in the distance there was a tall Germanic man swinging a large sword through the air, as if he was going through some sort of training, although there was no one opposing him that Kevin could see. The man’s attire was mostly leather or denim, and the fact that he had a beard, even though it was neat and well-kept, might give someone the impression of a homeless man fighting with imaginary demons in the park.
“I know exactly what it’s about, Morgana,” Kevin chuckled as they moved to stand before her. “It’s supposed to be a ‘thank you’ from an old friend of yours. Chap by the name of Merlin.”
Morgana’s wide and playful smile disappeared almost immediately to be replaced with a look of consternation. “You didn’t seek him out, did you?”
Kevin held his hands up in surrender. “I mostly certainly did not. I was in the house one day when I suddenly had this urge to go out for a walk, and before I knew it, I found myself outside of a bar cal-”
“Called Geoffrey’s Gambit,” she finished for him. “I’m familiar with where the Myrrdin likes to hang his hat up when he’s meeting with civilians.” She sighed a little, shaking her head. “Did he say specifically what he was doing to you?”
“He said he was adding something called Midas Day to the experience, and that eventually it would even itself out, once I figured out what it was and what it was for.”
“He referred to it as ‘a gift’?” she asked. “You’re sure of that? He used that exact wording?”
“As I recall, he said something like ‘you did a solid for Morgana, which means you did one for me as well,’ and then he said something about introducing a bit of his magic into yours, but that it would be, well, something a bit more Merlin like.”
Morgana moved closer and reached forward to suddenly take Kevin’s right hand, lifting it up so she could look at the ring she’d given him. Her fingertips were cold to the touch, but somehow that didn’t bother Kevin. She lifted to raise one hand to wave it over the ring and purple sparks shot out of it towards her as she jerked her hand back suddenly.
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