The Door

Chapter 12- Opimus Culus

Opimus Culus was divinely beautiful with her fiery-red hair like a living flame that danced all around her, her skin as white and glistening as fresh snowflakes, her bright auburn eyes, and her voluptuous mouth. And that was just her head. Her body was a dream come true. Well, for someone who likes large breasts, unrealistically small waists, and exotically broad hips combined with a booty that just won’t quit!

There was no sexy talk or foreplay. Opimus smiled maliciously as if she were looking at her most favorite snack. She climbed onto the bed and onto me. She grabbed my manhood like it was a sword hilt and guided it to the lips of her soft, smooth s*x, and then, with as rapturously lusty a sigh as I have ever heard, as if she hadn’t eaten her most favorite snack in years, she sank her body down my shaft. I have never seen a woman instantly orgasm, but it sure as hell appeared as if she did so now!

Her eyes crossed as her expression turned feral. Her whole body shuddered as she moaned, “Oh, yes! It’s been so long!”

She thrust her hips forward, and then rocked backward, grinding her p***y on my rock-hard d**k. Her body moved like a beautiful sensual serpent. The way she moved her hips, her thighs, her undulating belly, her soft cushy buttocks, her huge soft marshmallowy breasts bouncing and jiggling perkily. Her thighs and buttocks felt exquisite as they pressed against my body.

Reaching up, I grabbed her breasts and squeezed; I pinched her softly pink n*****s between my knuckles, and I thrust my hips and growled as I pushed deep inside Opimus’s delicious womb. There was no kissing, no intimacy. We moved like two rutting animals, all feral needs and animalistic desires. Her scent filled the room, and it was like being surrounded by freshly baked cinnamon buns. Cinnamon, bread, and glazed sugar. I’d like to say we spent a long, long time f*****g and rutting like animals but, alas, we did not. It had been years for her, and it had been months for me; and years since I had been able to f**k like this. It was as if I were twenty again!

Opimus climaxed first right as I entered her, and she kept on doing so as she growled profanities and ground her p***y on my pelvis so hard I thought she might split herself in two. Then, after a few more minutes passed, she shuddered, and her fiery, floating, flame-like hair went wild like a fiery blaze. Her fiery-red wings extended and shivered, and then her belly constricted until she was hunched over me. Her eyes were closed tight, and she had both a pained and an exultant expression. Her mouth was wide open as if she were screaming, but there was no sound, not even breathing!

Suddenly, the world beat in time with my heart.

Thump-thump!

Thump-thump!

Thump-thump!

Power. Magic. Thrummed inside my body. The notifications icon at the edge of my periphery, which I had been ignoring for the last couple of days after reading the initial notifications, was blinking insistently. Still, I ignored it. I was much more enthralled with what was happening on top of me and within me!

As Opimus orgasmed, I could feel her body siphoning off my magic. She was sucking it out of my d**k like some sort of succubus, and I could feel it gathering in her uterus. And as she did so, her skin became fresher and more youthful, her hair and wings began to caught on fire and burned a fiery-red, and a broken halo of white flames danced above her head as snow-white opalescent horns grew out of her forehead and curled up in front of her hair some twelve inches. Hot, cinnamony sugar scented smoke started wafting out of her wide-open orgasmic mouth, and then, finally, I came, and my magic broke loose from wherever it was hiding!

Thump-thump!

The world seemed to slow down as euphoria hit my brain just as my tingling balls seemed to boil over and the steaming hot churn rushed through my groin. There was one massive source of power inside me, in my heart, and it revved up until my chest felt as if it were going to explode. However, there were four outlets for the magic within me: my hands, of course, my mouth, and my manhood. As I blasted my semen and magic straight into Opimus’ belly, I squeezed her huge and seemingly growing breasts in my hands, and growled, “You are my mine now, b***h! Mine! Say it. Say it! Say that you are my b***h now, Opimus Culus! You fat assed devil! Say it! Say you will be mine for the rest of your life!”

Thump-thump!

Opimus’ silence was broken when she began wailing in orgasm whilst my magic blasted inside her belly. It also extended from my hands into her cushiony breasts and filled her chest and wrapped around her heart. My words filled the cabin with magic!

Opimus’ magic struggled futilely against my overwhelming power. It was as if I were watching an adult overpower a child. It was so easy! I could feel her magic trying futilely to consume my magic. Trying futile to exert control. To take command. To dominate. And the more she ate, the more she climaxed!

At some point her wailing stopped. Her eyes were rolled up into her head. Her jaw went slack. Her mouth opened, and drool dribbled from the sides. Her body was radiant. Her snow-white skin glowed bright-white like the sun. Her hair was a fiery flame that danced inside a white halo behind opalescent horns. Her breasts grew fatter and fatter as her body tried to process the magic she consumed. They were as fat as massive seven-gallon buckets and stood straight out from her chest with a supernatural boyancy! Then, finally, I squeezed those massive mammaries and glowing golden milk burst from her n*****s like fountains spraying everywhere, splattered across my face and chest and the whole room!

Thump-thump!

“Yes!” Opimus finally gasped, “Yes, yes!”

“YES!” She wailed as she leaned forward so that her mountain breasts buried my face, “Drink, my lord! Drink, my king! I am yours forever! I submit! I am your b***h to keep and own for as long as you want me! Now, please, Master, drink my nectar and be replenished!”

Thump-thump!

I guided both her n*****s to my mouth and started suckling. It was as if I had just broken off the spigots of two wine barrels! Golden nectar gushed into my mouth so fast and hard that I could barely swallow. However, as I did so, my fatigue was washed away, my wounds from the fight with the human brigands were mended, and I felt traces of my magic mixed with Opimus’s magic fill me up and restore what she had consumed and then add ten times more magic to Well of Power than was siphoned off and consumed by Opimus. Additionally, whilst this was happening, a mixture of our magic began to fill the room. Most of it came from Opimus while the rest came from me. Flame-red and snow-white magic from Opimus met, swirled around, and mixed with my aqua-green magic, and where they met and mixed it became a deep purple.

Thump-thump!

I growled imperiously, “I accept your vow, and I bind you to me as my woman! You are mine now!”

Honestly, I was pissed off, but I was also surprised at my own vehemence. I love women. I always have. I protect them, and children. I always have, so why was I so-so angry? Then I remembered my ex-wife and my daughters and how they disrespected me, judged me. How they were never grateful for all the things I did for them. Provided for them. Protected them. Sacrificed years of my life for them. And I felt the anger and bitterness swell up inside me until it threatened to overtake me. My magic responded to my anger, turning dark and thorny and aggressive. It cut at Opimus’ magic, and at her body. She cried out as a dozen small cuts lacerated her breasts, her belly, her back, her thighs, and her buttocks. Blood sprayed against the walls and against me!

Thump-thump!

Surprise and horror echoed through my mind and body as I saw the harm I had just done to Opimus, and I vowed in my heart that this was not me. I was not vengeful and mean and abusive; I was not the things Beth and my daughters accused me of, and I let my anger go. The power inside me responded, and it returned to being strong, forceful to the extent that I would overpower this woman’s magic, but also gentle.

In the instant that I accepted Opimus’ vow to be my b***h, a golden collar appeared from the purple magical mist surrounding us and snapped around her neck! Then, a golden cord grew from the collar and whipped around both of us until we were encased in a golden cocoon. All around us, we were surrounded by golden light that pulled us apart and spread us eagle. Except, somehow, I still had Opimus’ enormously golden-milk-fattened breasts in my mouth, and her teats between my teeth. I suckled hard and let her powerful nectar fill me up as a golden ring on the third finger of my left hand connected by a fine golden chain to a golden forearm bracer appeared.

Thump-thump!

Golden runes and engravings sparkled and glowed like fiery light upon my ring and the bracer as the tip of the golden cord that held us encased in the golden cocoon that originated from the golden collar around Opimus’ neck snaked around my left elbow and slithered down my forearm, encasing the golden forearm bracer as it moved toward my hand. The golden ring on my third finger, a wedding band, responded to the golden cord by flaring to bright gold whilst the runes and engravings blazed like fire. The ring changed shape and grew down my finger until it became a single clawed finger of a golden gauntlet. The tip of the golden cord approached the ring that had become an armored claw, and just as they were about to touch, the cord deviated and touched my pinky finger. A new ring appeared, and it also turned into a clawed and armored finger of a gauntlet. Opimus gasped as she climaxed one last time as magic surged from the ring on my pinky finger and back down the cord to her collar. The magic was my power and my authority over Opimus and she gasped as recognition hit her. Her eyes opened wide in fear and lust, and she watched in amazement as a new cord appeared from the ring already on my third finger.

The golden cord appeared and grew rapidly, streaking away a few feet before ending in a golden collar. Then, suddenly, a beautiful, supernaturally gorgeous, divinely alluring woman appeared. Every proportion was perfect. Her face. Her body. Her breasts. Her buttocks. Her wings. Yes. Large golden wings sprouted from her back and unfurled. She looked over at Opimus and frowned, then back at me and smiled, and it was divine. As divinely beautiful as Opimus was, this new woman made her look plain in comparison!

“Orwen! My beloved!” The woman purred, “I see you’re already growing your harem. Good for you, my husband. Become strong. Take dominion of this world. However, now, it’s my turn; give me many, many children!”

“Freya?” I gasped.

“My beloved husband!” She purred.