On the Fourth day
//Asra and Chypre smoking a joint
//Magic incense with Muriel
smut
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The humidity dropped with the setting of the sun, and it was a perfectly clear night, not a cloud in the sky, perfect conditions for stargazing. The silvery light of the crescent moon filtered through dozens of big leafy plants and overhanging baskets to cast the back verandah in semi darkness. Chypre took the offered pipe and flopped down next to Asra on a pile of cushions. As she began to inhale the sweet smoke, a voice sounded from the darkness.
"What are you doing?"
Chypre promptly started choking, but Asra, completely unfazed, turned to find Muriel sitting among the plants.
"Watching the stars." They said.
"...you ok?" Muriel frowned at Chypre, who was relearning how to breathe.
She gave him a thumbs up and took a series of deep breaths, coughing once or twice.
"I got more of that incense" Asra continued with an enigmatic smile "and charged it up a little. If you want to try."
Muriel was quiet for a moment.
"...Ok."
Asra turned their head and cocked an eyebrow at Chypre in question.
"I'm so in." She handed the pipe back.
They resettled in the bungalow at the back of the yard, that Muriel had claimed for the duration of his stay. It was of simple construction, consisting of two rooms, a lounge with small kitchenette and a bedroom that was basically wall to wall mattress. A shaded lamp cast a soft amber light around the room, perched precariously on a small table beside the bed. Asra set up the incense cones to burn next to it, conjuring a small flame in their fingers.
Chypre settled on the bed between them, tucking her legs underneath her, long black halter dress pulled down over her knees. Asra stretched out on the left side of the mattress, Muriel sat against the wall on the right. The white haired magician snapped a multi coloured flame off and on in their palm, a silly magic trick to entertain children for the most part, but they and Chypre had often played a game where they tried to snatch the flame and change the colour before the other could snatch it back.
The first tendrils of smoke were inching their way across the bed and Chypre felt her senses tingle as she breathed them in. She let the now violet flame flicker out.
"What did you add to this, exactly?" She asked Asra, thinking that perhaps she should have thought to ask before now.
Asra just smiled their Cheshire Cat smile and lazily stretched their body out. But knowing Asra, Chypre figured they were in for one hell of a trip, or a stoned makeout session. As their coloured auras flickered to life, and she felt her awareness triplicate, she had her answer.
It took a moment for Chypre to reestablish the boundaries of self, and sort Muriel from Asra. Muriel's aura shimmered through an earthy spectrum of greens, brown and orange, but seemed to absorb a swirling streak of violet and red from Chypre as she ran her hand up his arm. She felt his skin under her palm, and her palm against his skin.
The effect was dizzying.
Muriel laced his fingers through hers, transfixed, as she seemed to spill into his lap like vibrant, warm rainbow liquid. Her hands on his chest felt like the answer to some great arcane secret he'd been searching for, but he was feeling too much to make sense of it. At his side Asra burned like a star, like every feeling and every colour and eternity, light sparkling where their hands stroked their own body.
The jarring chime of a mobile phone cut through the reverie. Chypre recognized it as her own, and fished it out of the pile of stuff by the bed.
"Yeah. What?? Are you ok? What happened? Wha... Yeah, I'll be there in a sec."
She ended the call, brows creased in a frown.
"Our idiot boyfriend set fire to my kitchen. He's fine, but I'm gonna go deal with all that." She scrubbed her face with her hands to try and sober up.
Asra pulled her into a long, languid kiss that almost made her forget anything or anyone else existed, but for the buzz of her phone receiving a text message to ground her in reality. She squeezed Muriel's arm and slipped from the room.
Muriel watched her leave, the spell seemingly broken. However, the remaining magician captured his attention by crawling across the bed, clad only in the rainbow light of their aura, to kneel before him. Muriel had never seen anything so beautiful. Asra's kiss was like mangoes and honey, and he was lost in the taste of paradise.
"Touch me." Asra murmured against his lips, climbing into Muriel's lap, and he couldn't find it in him to argue. The skin under his hands was smooth and warm, the soft curve of their naked hips an invitation to sin. He could feel the hard length of their arousal pressing against his stomach as Asra rocked above him, their weight pressing down on his own erection. Though the magician's clever hands soon had him exposed.
"Do you wanna fuck me?"
He felt Asra's breathy voice against his skin, intimately, but he hated when they made it sound so crude.
"Don't say it like that." He growled, looking away.
Asra stroked his hard manhood and nuzzled against his cheek.
"Please...? I need you inside me." They begged softly, their wicked lips tracing the shell of his ear.
With Asra's skilled hands on him he could only groan in assent, chasing their mouth for more kisses. Asra moved against him, positioning themselves astride his lap, and bringing Muriel's thick length to his entrance. Their touch was cold for a moment with the slick of some kind of lubrication, but their body was hot as it worked to sheathe him.
Making love to Asra was like touching the sun, like fire and magic, an all consuming religious experience. Muriel was lost, unable to think, he could only see and feel the magician riding him, their tight ass stretched around him, the perfectly desperate little sounds they made fueling his need. He groaned as he grabbed Asra's hips to deepen their movements, pulling them down harder, faster, slamming their bodies together.
Asra cried out as they came, a pretty little moan spilling from their lips and their hot seed soaking Muriel's chest. Muriel threw his head back and howled, pulling Asra hard against him and cumming deep inside their ass. He saw stars.
The magician lay against Muriel's chest, heedless of the mess, nuzzling Muriel's chin. Muriel fought to get his breathing under control, relaxing his tight grip on Asra's hips. He thought about it for a moment, then stroked Asra's back.
"We should clean up." His voice was huskier than usual.
"Mm." Asra snuggled into him further, content.
END.
//Magic incense with Muriel
smut
-
The humidity dropped with the setting of the sun, and it was a perfectly clear night, not a cloud in the sky, perfect conditions for stargazing. The silvery light of the crescent moon filtered through dozens of big leafy plants and overhanging baskets to cast the back verandah in semi darkness. Chypre took the offered pipe and flopped down next to Asra on a pile of cushions. As she began to inhale the sweet smoke, a voice sounded from the darkness.
"What are you doing?"
Chypre promptly started choking, but Asra, completely unfazed, turned to find Muriel sitting among the plants.
"Watching the stars." They said.
"...you ok?" Muriel frowned at Chypre, who was relearning how to breathe.
She gave him a thumbs up and took a series of deep breaths, coughing once or twice.
"I got more of that incense" Asra continued with an enigmatic smile "and charged it up a little. If you want to try."
Muriel was quiet for a moment.
"...Ok."
Asra turned their head and cocked an eyebrow at Chypre in question.
"I'm so in." She handed the pipe back.
They resettled in the bungalow at the back of the yard, that Muriel had claimed for the duration of his stay. It was of simple construction, consisting of two rooms, a lounge with small kitchenette and a bedroom that was basically wall to wall mattress. A shaded lamp cast a soft amber light around the room, perched precariously on a small table beside the bed. Asra set up the incense cones to burn next to it, conjuring a small flame in their fingers.
Chypre settled on the bed between them, tucking her legs underneath her, long black halter dress pulled down over her knees. Asra stretched out on the left side of the mattress, Muriel sat against the wall on the right. The white haired magician snapped a multi coloured flame off and on in their palm, a silly magic trick to entertain children for the most part, but they and Chypre had often played a game where they tried to snatch the flame and change the colour before the other could snatch it back.
The first tendrils of smoke were inching their way across the bed and Chypre felt her senses tingle as she breathed them in. She let the now violet flame flicker out.
"What did you add to this, exactly?" She asked Asra, thinking that perhaps she should have thought to ask before now.
Asra just smiled their Cheshire Cat smile and lazily stretched their body out. But knowing Asra, Chypre figured they were in for one hell of a trip, or a stoned makeout session. As their coloured auras flickered to life, and she felt her awareness triplicate, she had her answer.
It took a moment for Chypre to reestablish the boundaries of self, and sort Muriel from Asra. Muriel's aura shimmered through an earthy spectrum of greens, brown and orange, but seemed to absorb a swirling streak of violet and red from Chypre as she ran her hand up his arm. She felt his skin under her palm, and her palm against his skin.
The effect was dizzying.
Muriel laced his fingers through hers, transfixed, as she seemed to spill into his lap like vibrant, warm rainbow liquid. Her hands on his chest felt like the answer to some great arcane secret he'd been searching for, but he was feeling too much to make sense of it. At his side Asra burned like a star, like every feeling and every colour and eternity, light sparkling where their hands stroked their own body.
The jarring chime of a mobile phone cut through the reverie. Chypre recognized it as her own, and fished it out of the pile of stuff by the bed.
"Yeah. What?? Are you ok? What happened? Wha... Yeah, I'll be there in a sec."
She ended the call, brows creased in a frown.
"Our idiot boyfriend set fire to my kitchen. He's fine, but I'm gonna go deal with all that." She scrubbed her face with her hands to try and sober up.
Asra pulled her into a long, languid kiss that almost made her forget anything or anyone else existed, but for the buzz of her phone receiving a text message to ground her in reality. She squeezed Muriel's arm and slipped from the room.
Muriel watched her leave, the spell seemingly broken. However, the remaining magician captured his attention by crawling across the bed, clad only in the rainbow light of their aura, to kneel before him. Muriel had never seen anything so beautiful. Asra's kiss was like mangoes and honey, and he was lost in the taste of paradise.
"Touch me." Asra murmured against his lips, climbing into Muriel's lap, and he couldn't find it in him to argue. The skin under his hands was smooth and warm, the soft curve of their naked hips an invitation to sin. He could feel the hard length of their arousal pressing against his stomach as Asra rocked above him, their weight pressing down on his own erection. Though the magician's clever hands soon had him exposed.
"Do you wanna fuck me?"
He felt Asra's breathy voice against his skin, intimately, but he hated when they made it sound so crude.
"Don't say it like that." He growled, looking away.
Asra stroked his hard manhood and nuzzled against his cheek.
"Please...? I need you inside me." They begged softly, their wicked lips tracing the shell of his ear.
With Asra's skilled hands on him he could only groan in assent, chasing their mouth for more kisses. Asra moved against him, positioning themselves astride his lap, and bringing Muriel's thick length to his entrance. Their touch was cold for a moment with the slick of some kind of lubrication, but their body was hot as it worked to sheathe him.
Making love to Asra was like touching the sun, like fire and magic, an all consuming religious experience. Muriel was lost, unable to think, he could only see and feel the magician riding him, their tight ass stretched around him, the perfectly desperate little sounds they made fueling his need. He groaned as he grabbed Asra's hips to deepen their movements, pulling them down harder, faster, slamming their bodies together.
Asra cried out as they came, a pretty little moan spilling from their lips and their hot seed soaking Muriel's chest. Muriel threw his head back and howled, pulling Asra hard against him and cumming deep inside their ass. He saw stars.
The magician lay against Muriel's chest, heedless of the mess, nuzzling Muriel's chin. Muriel fought to get his breathing under control, relaxing his tight grip on Asra's hips. He thought about it for a moment, then stroked Asra's back.
"We should clean up." His voice was huskier than usual.
"Mm." Asra snuggled into him further, content.
END.
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