happilyeverbeginning | Just Magica! Just Magica! Just Just Magica! [magica x donald]

There were so many possible factors to this outcome that it was truly difficult to tell which one was right - or if they were all right at once.

That years of captivity in the dime had taken away the last bits of Magica's humanity.
That someone loving her, even under a false love, was something she'd never had before.
That the spell she used to finally defeat Scrooge cost her sanity.

But in the end, did it matter? Now Duckberg was under the rule of a madwoman, and her reach was beginning to spread. Scrooge and his nephews had managed to escape, if only thanks to Donald's intervention, and he was now paying the ultimate price. The once proud mansion owned by the McDuck family was now a terrifying castle like those of old, and no one could trust their own shadow. Every raven was a spy, every night lasting longer than the one before. No one knew how to remain safe. But even if they were told, they might not believe it.

Because now, instead of revenge, Magica only wanted one thing - and anything that was a threat to it would suffer.

Like, say, ex-girlfriends.

Magica sat upon her golden throne, made out of Scrooge's treasures, conjuring up a spell to search the globe. Once she'd find these silly, stupid women who didn't know a good thing when they had it, she'd get rid of them. One couldn't run the risk of Donald still loving these wretched harpies. No matter where they were, she'd find them, surely she would, and then she'd bring them here, and then she'd take care of them right in front of Donald.

Then he'd see. Then he'd understand, understand how much she loved him, and how if he knew what was good for the world, he'd never love anyone but her.

She cackled deliriously, waving her hand to get a closer look at countries and continents. "Thought you could hide? Not for long..."

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He shivered again, his resistance continuing to melt away under everything she was offering.

“Y...Y-Yeah...I guess so...”

"Now, you can have it all." She murmured, encouraging him as she pressed his hand to her breast again, making him squeeze her. "Take what you want. Don't hold back."

Another thrust to his hips, squeezing his waist with her leg even tighter. "Claim me."

He shuddered, and with a small moan finally let himself go. He kissed her almost desperately, his body moving against hers as he began to enter her, pulling another moan from him.

Magica groaned into his mouth as he pierced her, fingers digging hard into his skin. So good - ! She pushed back with her hips, as if that would somehow drive him in even deeper, wanting every single inch of him to belong to her.

The movement sent another jolt through him, and his arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her close as he rocked his hips, the spark pulsing through him each time their bodies met.

They met again, again, again, each one sending fire all throughout her body. Gods, it'd been ages since she'd felt like this, and she began to lose what little control she had. She threw her head back, breathing deeply, "Harder, oooh, harder...!"

He groaned, those words all the encouragement he needed. His rhythm became more erratic as he moved into her again and again, faster and deeper than before. Each motion sent a jolt through him, adding to the growing fire deep inside him.

Her pleasure continued to build, her eyes rolling back. She began to cry out his name, over and over. It wouldn't be long now, and part of her was tempted to use her magic to change that - but thankfully she was far too distracted to really try.

Soon she couldn't even form his name anymore, reduced to nearly feral noises of ecstasy.

His arms tightened around, holding her close as he continued to thrust inside her. Part of him at least thought about holding out for as long as he could, but the rest was too far gone.

And soon enough, the pressure inside him finally boiled over, and with a low, rough moan he spilled into her, his body shaking as the heated pleasure coursed through him and flooded out.

Yes, at last, he was finally all hers. Now she had claimed every part of him. She had yet to reach her own climax, but it was just a matter of friction and time now, seconds away, so her hips kept moving, regardless of his own satisfaction.

The need to take all of him was overwhelming, and instead of favoring him with another kiss, she bit his shoulder, hard.

He jumped a bit at that, groaning as she continued to move around him, only adding to the heat still coursing through him. His own hips ground against hers, holding on to the hot pleasure for as long as he could.

She sunk her teeth hard into his flesh, refusing to let go until - until - her head was thrown back with a great cry, her body erupting, finally finishing like a typhoon hitting the shore. For the briefest of moments, the powerful sorceress appeared weak, panting as she lay on the bed, eyelashes fluttering.

"Oh... Donald..."

He could feel her climax passing through her, as if transferring to him as well, pulling another ragged groan from his throat. As the heat finally began to ebb, he all but crumpled, propped up on his elbows just barely able to keep from collapsing on top of her completely. He took a few ragged breaths, trying to calm himself.

And try not to think about what they’ve just done.

As if she'd ever let him forget.

Her breath slowly began to even out, as her nerves continued to shiver and shake. One arm slid around him comfortably, while her other hand strokes his cheek with her fingers. "That... was wonderful." She murmured. "You awoke a whole new side of you..."

His breath hitched as he slowly slid out of her, moving so that he could lie beside her. With a faint sigh, he managed a small smile, hoping it just looked like he was tired.

“I’m...glad to have pleased you, Mistress,” he murmured.

A moment of silence stretched out between them as she pet him. But after a while, she spoke quietly.

"Say my name."

He glanced up at her, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“...Magica.”

She smiled, pleased, and kissed his forehead. "Donald." She then closed her eyes, stroking his head. With all the power flowing through her veins, she didn't need to sleep - but being in his arms, the warmth of his flesh all around her... she wanted to stay this way forever, and forget the rest of the world.

He settled in with her, closing his eyes and pretending to be tired. But his mind was racing too much, the weight of what they had just done starting to settle in.

It was now too late. Other than Magica, no one would ever want him around again.

Just Magica! Just Magica! Just Just Magica! [magica x donald]

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