happilyeverbeginning | So stay away from me / the beast is ugly (scrooge x magica)

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So stay away from me / the beast is ugly (scrooge x magica)

The carriage ride was so long that by the time the horses stopped, night had already settled in. It was a full moon, allowing the stone pathway to be illuminated. The rider said nothing, simply taking Scrooge's bags and walking on ahead. With any luck, this wouldn't be a return trip - but luck had died long ago in this place.

In the distance, one could hear the caws of several ravens, far away in the dark forests. It was difficult to see the house in the darkness, but it was certainly large and grand. Definitely belonging to someone of high class and lots of money. After all, it was part of the reason Scrooge was here.

Another servant was at the door, waiting for them.

"Either look her in the eyes," he warned, "or have them stay on the floor. Never anywhere else. Just keep your introduction and qualifications short. it is..." He hesitated, glancing backwards. "Often too easy to stoke her anger. And lastly... never ask questions."

Some of these things had probably been told to Scrooge before - he'd been recommended the job, after all. Granted, the recommendation came with the mysterious woman buying up his shop like it was nothing. Still, it seemed at least the servants wanted this to go well.

Whatever "this" was... it was about to begin, if he was ready to enter.

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Magica swallowed, and then dared to come closer to him.

"You can look at me."

Judging by the sound of her voice, she was right in front of him.

He swallowed and opened her eyes, blushing hotly. He wondered how much of him she'd seen.

A long, awkward moment of silence passed. He really wasn't going to make a move, was he? She had to do everything around here.

With a nervous swallow, she lightly touched his shoulders and leaned in for a kiss.

His heart pounded in his chest as she leaned in. He swallowed.

"Are you sure?" he whispered. "Or is it...is it because..."

Was it because he'd helped her regain her shape? As horrible as that sounded, he didn't want her mistaking gratitude for love. Because he did love her, and didn't want her to trap herself in a relationship she would ultimately regret.

She was glad she had her hands back because now she could smack him. She didn't, but she could now, if she wanted to. Why couldn't he just be a "man" and take things without thinking it over?

... Well, she thought, if he was that type of "man", she wouldn't want him so much, would she? How frustrating.

"It's because I want you."

He wanted to ask why. He had nothing to offer a sorceress, after all.

He should turn her down, tell her "no". She would regret this mistake.

Instead, he slowly wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer, tentative brushing the feathers of her chest with his beak in a light preen.

There we go - that was much better. No thoughts, no talk, just pleasure. Relaxing, she made a little sigh as she ran her fingers over his head, allowing him to touch whatever he pleased.

He'd never touched a woman before. At least, not like this. He allowed his hands to explore her carefully, shifting beneath her as his nethers started aching to feel her.

She felt a notch of pride as she began to feel him stiffen - just an extra hint that his goddess-talk had been more than poetry. When his head lifted again, she went to his neck, kissing him softly.

He moaned as the last of his resistance melted away. If she decided later that she'd made a mistake, so be it. Right now he'd take whatever she gave him.

He grunted and shifted beneath her, fumbling in his attempts to enter her. His lack of experience made him clumsy but at least he didn't lack enthusiasm.

It was an awkward, tight position, and she wasn't entirely sure how to help it. Her hands stayed onto his shoulders for balance, and she lifted on leg to try and help angle his hips. It took a few tries, gods, he was so - mmm!

"Oh!" She cried out, pain mixed in pleasure. She'd been so disinterested in these sort of matters so she had no idea what to expect when it finally happened.

The sensation of her wrapped around him sent his long-forgotten hormones into a tizzy, instinct taking over. He rocked beneath her, allowing her to feel all of him.

At the same time, his hands squeezed her waist and buttocks, trying to pull her even closer.

"Oooh~!" She had intended to stay silent, but it appeared her body had other plans. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, there'd be no shock if bruises appeared.

Her hips rocked into his, water splashing all around them.

Somehow the awkward position and the heat of the bath only heightened everything. He thrust into her, finally finding some sort of rhythm. It likely felt rough to her, and he'd definitely apologize later.

As far as she was concerned, there was nothing to apologize for. She enjoyed it rough, with hints of pain, and as a result her climax would be all too soon. Nothing to be done about it when you were a virgin.

She gasped a few more attempts at words - possibly his name - before shuddering with her finish, biting down to keep a flushed scream from escaping.

Her release triggered her, and he didn't have the sense to attempt to leave her beforehand. He shuddered as he gave her everything that had been building up, still rocking with her.

Feeling his spill was enough to make her gasp again, she didn't know anyone could be this warm. A very small, quiet part of her pointed out the problem in this - but it was nothing magic and potion brewery couldn't fix. It could wait.

Almost feeling something akin to drunk, she rested her head on his shoulder, breathing slowly.

He sagged against her, shuddering. Oh, gods. Oh, gods.

"You're incredible..." he breathed.

"Mmmm..." She couldn't really articulate any thoughts or words at the moment. She could've slept like this. "Wonderful..."

He was still buried deep inside of her, and he didn't want to move, didn't want to separate him from her. Gods, he wanted to just...he wasn't even sure what. Keep going? Yes, that sounded right. Keep going until both of them were so exhausted there'd be a risk of them drowning.

He squeezed her close again as he started thrusting again, hard and fast.

She jerked, startled - again? Was this something that could be done again so soon? There was a flicker of shame at her lack of knowledge... but it died in the wake of lust. It felt so good!

"Scrooge!"

"Magica! Magica, I--!"

Oh gods, he needed more of her, arms wrapping tightly around her waist so her front was flush with his as he continued driving himself into her.

She was going to lose her mind in the best way, and as a result, she came hungry in her own way. Her hands full of his whiskers, she kissed him hard, moaning into his mouth.

He released into her but didn't stop. He tried kissing her back even as he continued thrusting. Gods, if he had the ability to go all night, he would.

Her own climax came and went, and it could have come and gone again. Even though she had magic in her veins, even witches needed rest. Soon it'd be a struggle just to slide her tongue in his mouth, though a valiant effort was made.

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