Fantasy #3: Magic

Only two more sleeps to go! Ruby the Cat wanted to wish you a very Merry Christmas and has snuck into this post! She is a lovely assistant to my writing but a terrible critique. If it was up to her, my work would be torn, up, chewed and eaten. Half the time I would agree with her.

On to the story. Today’s story came to me last minute and is a short one. It replaced a few I had in mind but was fun to write and thought I would share it. I hope you all stick around for the finale tomorrow. Thank you all for reading 🙂

Magic

Her lips tasted sweet, her neck was soft and smooth, his hands removing her clothes as if unwrapping a gift with care as the anticipation grew.
Nee allowed her to kiss his lips, but he wanted to remain in control. Her magic was much potent than his, he could feel it when he gripped her hands. The tingle in her fingertips, the vibration that emitted from her palms, and with every kiss he placed on her shoulder, every trace of the tongue along her neck and lips, her once pale skin glowed with vigour.
Her messy brown hair was silky soft, his hands glided through it, gripping it at the strand as he nibbled around her breasts. Embers flaked off the smooth body of the woman, swaying above the amorous pair and lighting up the room. A pale mist left her mouth with every moan, her back arched and hands gripping at his hair as his mouth edged its way down her body until her legs were over his shoulders.
His strength began to wane, his concentration fading and his hands becoming lazy. His body rushed over her, an urgency controlling his actions, pulling her on to him, her strength combining with his as he took her with a new found life. Screams of passion filled the room, their bodies entwined, skin again skin and in the throes of passion, Nee taking control and casting his evil deeds over her. The embers lit the room for the rest of the night until the man and woman were left in an exhausted state.

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Nee woke the next morning revitalised. He left the bed with an extra bounce in his step, light on his feet and a sense of magic that he had never felt before. His finger tips had a touch of gold, his once dimmed view of life now bright and full, an energy surged his mind and body that could not help bring a smile.
He made himself a hot cocoa, something that he never liked the taste of before but found in the woman’s cupboard, showered and was dressed in yesterday’s clothes in no time. The woman’s corpse remained on the bed, her magic drained along with her life, and flowing around Nee. It wasn’t the most dignified way to claim someone’s magic, but to Nee, the most enjoyable.
He left the house leaving the antics of the night before behind him, stepping out in to the bitter cold, snow blizzards in his future and the warm glow of claimed magic keeping his temperature right.
He looked back at the logged cabin and a thought occurred to him. He closed his eyes, cast his mind over the magic that was foreign to him and drew it up from deep inside. His fingertips tingled, his temperature increased and the sense of direction guided him to the next woman. The Magic of Being was the powers he had stolen. It wasn’t the greatest but it would be a start.
There were several more powers to claim before he could return to the Kingdom he was once banished from. He would return a different man, one with powers and knowledge far superior than any other and claim the throne that was once his.
The King would have his day again.