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

[lifesa_witch]

 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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[richestduck]

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

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

[lifesa_witch]

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

[richestduck]

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.

[lifesa_witch]

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!"

[richestduck]

"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.

[lifesa_witch]

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.

[richestduck]

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.

[lifesa_witch]

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.

[richestduck]

He kept going for another two bursts inside of her before he finally slumped back against the edge of the tub, panting. He didn't pull free from her just yet, trying to summon the energy to do so...or even to try going for another round.

[lifesa_witch]

At this point, Magica had lost the feeling in her legs. Only by hanging onto Scrooge did she avoid slipping into the water and drowning. In the end, this had certainly been flattering.

Magica had two choices - summon a servant (a nearby bell was at the ready for such an occasion, helpful when she needed help when transformed) - or wait until she could move again, the latter risking catching a cold when the water lost its heat. The latter might kill them, the former might make them die of embarrassment.

[richestduck]

"You're incredible," he mumbled again, his grip on her loosening significantly but not enough to let her go.

[lifesa_witch]

She nuzzled his neck a little, having little strength to do anything else. "Stay with me." But instead of a command, it was more of a pitiful beg.

[richestduck]

"As long as you'll have me," he told her, nuzzling her neck.

[lifesa_witch]

They stayed like that for a long time - until Magica felt a chill. Even outdoor baths had their limits. She began to pull away, but held onto Scrooge's hands, willing strength into her legs.

"C'mon."

[richestduck]

He followed her before he stumbled, his bad leg broadcasting that it hadn't appreciated their activities. He hissed and stumbled against her.

"I'm sorry."

[lifesa_witch]

What a thing to forget between the two of them! She tried to swallow her guilt. "It's okay. It's okay. Nice and slow now..."

[richestduck]

He followed her, his limp particularly noticeable as he tried to put as little weight as possible on his bad leg.

What an idiot. Who did he think he was?

[lifesa_witch]

They climbed out of the bath together, and Magica pulled a small tower of white fluffy towels towards them. She offered him one before beginning to dry herself off.

Then, quietly... "My room is closer."

[richestduck]

He blushed hotly. "You don't mind?"

[lifesa_witch]

She looked at him over her shoulder. "After what we just had? I think not."

[richestduck]

He blushed more hotly and followed her example, drying himself as best he could with the towel. He squinted about, looking for where he'd left his clothing and glasses.

[lifesa_witch]

Once she was dry enough, she picked up her dress and slid it back on. The towels could be left aside - servants would clean them later, along with the bath itself.

Once he was dressed, she took his hand again.

[richestduck]

He followed her obediently, grasping his cane tightly so he didn't fall or draw too much attention to his limp.

[lifesa_witch]

The mansion was silent. Any servants that happened to spot them quickly ducked away in the other direction.

At her room, she pulled him inside - and kept going toward the bed.

[richestduck]

He didn't object, hopping up onto the bed with his good leg the moment he was close enough.