Love or something like it

Madiera had made a fatal mistake, when she had cast her spell to find the man she would love for the rest of her life she forgot to add that he should love her as well. Being a witch, even a green practitioner like herself that shouldn't have been a problem. She'd made many men and even women love her before.

Except this man was completely immune to magic, she had tried several different spells, she had even managed to get a blood sample and cast a spell that was on the dark side of green spells. It failed, and she was at her wits end. The man she loved, she had loved him before she had seen him, but upon interacting with him was only more in love with him now and knew she would die loving him.

He seemed to be oblivious to her, unable to remember her name. She had used her talents to get a job at his place of work and acquired a place in his neighborhood. She interacted with him daily, and he still didn't recognize her from one day to the next. She did her best to improve his life, while he was immune to magic and spells, she could influence those around him.

The one thing she refused to do was to improve his sex life. It was all she could do to not interfere with his dating. Madiera felt dead inside each time he flirted with someone else at work. She had considered casting an amnesia spell on herself, but couldn't bring herself to forget him. She also considered casting spells on the women he flirted with, but that kind of magic was darker than she cared to dabble in.

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He ran through the woods, branches scratching at his bare skin, feet scraping on every rock and root that he stepped on. Zachariah was catching up, and when he caught him, he would die. Panting hard, he looked around, desperately trying to find somewhere that he could hide and take a breather...

Stefan woke up, tired as usual, wanting desperately for the clock to be wrong, and for him to have a couple hours of extra sleep hidden away. He thought about using his powers to turn back time, but realized that it would just drain him more, so he got up and started getting ready for work. Nothing had happened the last few weeks, so he didn’t really know why he was so tired, maybe it was the blood ritual that he’d completed a while back, but it shouldn’t have kept him tired for this long.

Or maybe it was the magical defenses that he had to keep around him at all times, being the heir to one of the most powerful warlocks of all time tended to have more than its fair share of baggage. The dreams never stopped, even though Zachariah was now dead, and his powers given over to Stefan, he just kept having the nightmares. Yeah, he decided, that was probably it. Sighing, he finished putting on his shoes and headed out the door.

........

When he reached the office, he felt it right as he stepped inside. He was wondering what was going on. He knew someone was using magic somewhere in his proximity, but had no clue where, and it was pissing him off. He was the fucking heir to Zachariah, sure he was utterly insane, but he was also one of the most powerful, ever. How could he not find the person?

“Oh!” he heard.

Jolted out of his trance, he saw that he’d bumped into a woman carrying a stack of binders, knocking them onto the ground. She seemed familiar, but he couldn’t remember her name, or even where he’d seen her before...

Madiera was forgettable. Over the years she had done certain things to enhance her appearance. Her dark lustrous hair was the easiest, making it straight or curly depending on her whim. Her dark eyes were common, but suited her golden complexion and dark hair. Her figure was full, but body modification and glamors, were on the darker side when used to decieve, and on the lighter side when done in a manner more like make up.

She had been working in his office for about a month now, money wasn't much of an issue for her, and it had been fun to make up the not too perfect resume. It gave her a little balance, as it meant she couldn't spend 24/7 obsessing about him. Every time they crossed paths she felt that brief moment of elation in his presence, then the crashing dissapointment as he went foggy on her name.

Today was no different, except that she hadn't been paying attention to where she was going. When everything went crashing out of her hands, she'd been prepared to lash out a spat of bad luck. Then she realized it was him and the silent spell died upon her lips, as she looked into his eyes.

"Hi Stefan," she bit her lower lip as she began gathering the folders.

Huh, thought Stefan, well then. As he looked down at her from his vantage point at just over 6 feet, he gave her a quick once-over, noting her attractiveness, as well as his own recognition.

“Uh...Hi.....” he was at a loss for her name. Where had her seen her before? “...sorry, this is really embarrassing, but I seem to have forgotten your name.”

She hesitated, looked down, sighed softly, then replied, “Madiera, my name’s Madiera,” and proceeded to bend down and pick up the mess.

Noticing the sigh, Stefan was confused, why did she seem so disappointed? Had he done this before? He was by no means smooth with women, but wasn’t usually this clumsy. He’d definitely have remembered someone like her, so what the hell?

Suddenly realizing what she was doing, he bent down to pick up the binder closest to him and handed it over to her. She took it, without looking at him, and proceeded to clear up the rest of the mess, in probably the most efficient manner he’d ever seen. In fact, the papers seemed to gather...themselves? But before Stefan could dwell upon it, she looked up, meeting his eyes for a split second, and the world stopped spinning. It’s like her eyes were bottomless, and that he just kept going...and going...and going. Everything else in the room had disappeared, leaving only them; both crouched down, knees almost touching, and him staring. Then the moment was over. She looked away, got up quickly, muttered “excuse me”, and moved to walk around him.

Stefan’s eyes followed her movement upwards, again noting her attractiveness. Her white blouse clung to her body, attractively displaying the roundness of her breasts, which didn’t seem too big, but were by no means small either. She’d done up all but the first three buttons, leaving the image as professional, but showing off a tiny bit of cleavage as well. The blouse was tucked, neatly, into a plain black skirt, which cut off at the knees. Stefan had always had a thing for legs, and boy did she have a pair. Nicely toned, with lean muscle, her heels made clicking noises as she walked away, making her calf muscles flex slightly with each step. Stefan suddenly had a flash of them both, in a dark room, sweaty bodies twisted around each other, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and his buried in her neck. He felt the blood begin to leave his head and flow downwards.

Shaking his head, he realized he’d forgotten to apologize and called out “Sorry!”, which made her turn, give him a quick smile, and continue walking away. Stefan got up slowly, trying to remember and hold onto the erotic image that had just flashed in his head.

Hearing the elevator ping, he shook himself out of his reverie and walked towards the doors.

She tried not to think about the one time they had crossed paths in one of the dark storage rooms. It had been early on and she had thought perhaps he'd been drawn to her by one of the many attraction spells she tried, and she'd all but jumped on him. She'd been thrilled when he responded, and when his cell phone had gone off, they'd disentangled, and she'd left him to take his call, figuring when he saw her next there would be a conversation.

But nothing, not even a smile, a wink, nothing, and she'd been down fallen. It was after that, that she had tried the dark spell to get him to be drawn to her. It was only worse when he was flirty with any of the other staff, or when she sunk really low and basically stalked him at lunch and watched him be friendly with wait staff, calling them by name.

She wanted to wear a name tag that said, "I'M YOU'RE FRICKIN SOUL MATE STUPID."

Madiera thought that would be overkill, and she completed her filing. She mentally looked at his day planner, she had a copy spell on it, but she had memorized his week. She picked up the phone and made a reservation where he typically had lunch.

She felt like an idiot, a fool for love, she finally knew how those she had bespelled felt. Madiera had arranged her hair in an artful pile of curls, leaving a few tendrils to caress her neck. She headed to the elevator for lunch, half hoping he would be in it, half hoping she had a knife to carve her heart out of her chest and feed it to him.

Riding the elevator to his floor, Stefan was still thinking about the strange encounter he had in the morning. What was her name again....? Fuck, I can’t believe I forgot already! God was she alluring...

His eyes inadvertently looked at himself in the mirrors of the elevator. At 6’1”, he was tall enough to look good in a suit, without being freakishly tall. Practicing magic helped make sure he worked out on a regular basis, which in turn, helped him fill out his suit, but it also helped that he could use glamour whenever it was necessary, though he hadn’t used it in quite a few years. His dark hair needed a trim, though he liked to leave it tousled, it was starting to fall into his eyes and become annoying. His old master Zachariah had used to make him shave it all off, claiming that it’d interfere with his arcane studies, but looking back, Zachariah was just probably doing his best to make his life miserable.

Feeling an itch in his right eye, Stefan started to rub it, and walked towards one of the mirrors to look and see if an eyelash was stuck there. He’d always thought his green-grey eyes were kinda cool, but they reminded him a lot of Zachariah, since the grey he’d inherited after having Zachariah’s magic transferred to him.

Finding nothing, Stefan stepped back from the mirror and looked at himself once more. With his lightly bronzed skin, he really didn’t understand why he didn’t get more women. Not that he was arrogant, far from it, especially given his lack of female companionship; he had no right to be. Though, it was probably because of Madeleine. Damn bitch. Why did she have to be a slut and sleep with Abram, Stefan’s, former, best friend.

He sighed, whatever, maybe I’ll finally get lucky with that girl from this morning...if I could only remember her name...

Walking onto his floor, he was greeted by a smattering of “Heys”, and “Morning Stefan!” He smiled at Becky, a cute blonde who was really nice to him, always bringing him cupcakes and whatnot, gave her a wink, and turned smile at Joan, Patricia and Mary. They all gave him huge smiles, and fluttered their eyelashes. It reminded him of cheesy chick-flicks, but he never really understood why they did it. They’ve gotta know they look funny, Stefan thought, probably just trying to start off the day right.

She was hungry, magic burned off a certain amount of calories, and she kept in shape because good health made it easier. Madeira enjoyed yoga, and was quite flexible, not to mention it was fun to be in the advanced class, surrounded by young beautiful women always made her feel better.

She had seduced one, a young pixie petite blonde, who had been sweet, enthuisiastic, and utterly submissive. Madiera had released her after one weekend of service, it had only made her desire her true love, and his cock all that much more. Funny thing was that even with a simple amnesia spell, that blonde was still flirtily submissive towards her in class.

It was flattering and made his inability to recall her name all that much more painful. The elevator doors opened and there he was.

Alone.

"Hello Stefan," she offered a brief smile, searching for a glimmer of recognition.

Stefan was lost in thought riding the elevator; still trying desperately to cling to that intensely sexual image he’d seen earlier. Recognition hit him as the doors opened, showing the woman he’d bumped into earlier. Again, the image of their bodies flashed in his mind, only this time, it was more explicit. Her dark hair streamed behind her, her mouth open, eyes closed, toes pointed. His mouth was sucking on her right tit, with his left hand on the other tit. The fingers of his right hand were in her pussy and flicking her clit. And her hand on his cock. God she was sexy.

“Hi...M...Ma...Hi Miss” Fuck, he couldn’t remember her name AGAIN?! He was going to blow his only chance with this woman, and all because of his shitty memory!

Seeing that she looked crestfallen at his inability to remember her, Stefan quickly tried to remedy the situation. “Oh god. Sorry! I’m just really bad with names.” Taking out a pen, he said, “Maybe I should write it down on my hand, so every time I see you, I’ll just look down, and viola!” Looking up at her, he saw her smile softly, and say “Madiera, my name’s Madiera”.

Afraid that he’d look like an even bigger fool by spelling it wrong, he handed her the pen, “Madiera, that’s a beautiful name! Suited to an even more beautiful woman.” Stefan couldn’t believe his ears, he didn’t just use that line!? How more un-smooth could he get???

Laughing awkwardly before she could respond, he held out his hand and said, “Haha, sorry about that, I get kinda nervous around beautiful women, especially someone as stunning as you.” Realizing what he said, Stefan’s smile froze on his face. Oh my god, Stefan thought, slowly dying inside.

Madiera

She'd been dreaming of him, off and on since she had cast the spell. That was how she had recognized him from the first moment of seeing him. Then again she'd been drawn to him like a magnet, all she needed to do was close her eyes and she could tell what direction he was in. She hadn't been paying much attention to it of late, since he was in the same office building he was always nearby.

She should have checked, she had figured the dreams had been shared, since his reactions within the dream were unexpected. Meeting him, being around him, kissing him, it had all been so frustrating of late.

She'd even started dressing more sexy, a button undone here, her hair in loose sexy tendrils, making the effort to enhance her dark eyes, giving them a smokey look. Nothing seemed to matter, it just seemed to ramp up her sexual desire for him.

Then he was talking, stammering, nervous, and she ran her tongue along her lower lip. She took his hand in hers, feeling the warm flesh, her body charged by the contact, and she was just writing the M, when the power went out, trapping them alone in the elevator.

The emergency red lights casting a strange glow over them. She was nervous, she almost apologized, as she was certain that this was her fault. "I guess I'm going to miss my lunch reservation." She moved the pen quickly her smooth cursive letters flowing along his hand.

Had she known what he was going to ask, well she would have used her own pen with a special ink. "With my luck when our paths cross again you will have washed my name off your hand."

Her gaze dropped to his mouth, recalling the feel of his mouth upon hers, and her neck. Not to mention the dozen other places she'd only dreamed of him kissing.

As she took hold of his hand, he felt an electric shock go through him, hitting him at his core, making him shiver slightly. What the...?, thought Stefan, he’d never felt that before, even with Madeleine, and he thought she’d be the love of his life.

Following the shock came another set of images, now with him crouched below her. His hands were holding her legs open. Good God those legs looked amazing. Sleek and smooth, they looked delicious and he wanted to just eat them up. Her toes were now in heels for some reason, similar to the ones he remember her wearing in the morning, accentuating the tone of her calves. He could see the roundness of the calf muscle, tapering off to slim ankles and, what looked like, really sexy feet. His face was buried between her legs, right under the little triangle of hair she’d left untrimmed. Her head was thrown back in a moan of pleasure as his mouth worked on her pussy, his tongue alternating between flicking her clit, tracing the outline of her fat pussy lips and plunging into her beautifully pink pussy. It tasted so sweet and felt so soft...Oh god, Stefan realized, I can feel this. This time, the sensations were so strong that Stefan felt the blood rushing into his cock, slowly making it grow.

Snapping out of the image, he looked down as she wrote her name on his hand, he smelled the shampoo in her hair. Good god, that smelled nice. The soft, sleekness of her hair made him want to run his hands through, pull her head back, and destroy her mouth. It made his belly churn.

Stefan didn’t notice when the elevator stopped and the emergency lights flashed. He was so focused on her that he didn’t even register her voice when she spoke. As she looked up at him, all his mind thought was, “Now”, and blanked.

His body moved, mind so completely on fire that he didn’t register anything that he was doing. He took his free hand, tangled it in her hair and pulled back, exposing her lusciously full lips to him. He took one look at them, shifted his gaze to her eyes, locked on, and plunged in.

Crushing her mouth with his, his right hand stayed, gripping her hair, as his left cupped the small of her back, pushing her towards him. Her eyes widened in shock as their lips connected...

Madeira

It was like a jolt when his mouth locked on hers, his hand sending sparks along her skin. It was in that one moment that she completely surrendered to his touch, and realized he wasn't just any man. He was a warlock, a man with power, it made sense that her soul mate would be able to match her not only in the sexual sense, but in the magical sense.

She had overlooked it, or perhaps he was masking it, Madeira was not sure which as her tongue slipped between her lips seeking his out. Her tongue seeking to fuck his, her desire for him was threatening to boil over. Her panties were damp and she pressed her body into his, it all felt just like the dreams, their bodies moving together.

She gasped for breath, wondering if all her magic had suddenly broken through. She had not considered what the cumulative effect of all her desire, need, crave, lust, and love incantations might have. His eyes were hazy with lust and she shifted her skirt up, raising one leg up over his hip. Madeira was wearing a slip of a thong, that could very easily be pulled aside.

What was she thinking? it was likely he wouldn't recall this incident, but in her heart she knew she didn't care, that she would treasure this moment, even if he continued to forget her. "Stefan," she moaned with love, feeling his hand sweeping along her inner thigh.

Stefan’s lust boiled over.

As his hands roamed, her probing tongue ripped up his throat, and made him lose his mind. With her leg wrapped around his hip, he lifted her up, slammed her against the wall of the elevator and proceeded to rip his way down into her. He vaguely sensed magical energy, camouflaged, in the air, but paid it no attention, so focused was he on the sensations.

By now, his cock was rock hard, straining against his trousers, almost begging to be let out; too bad his hands were full with her at the moment. Her tongue was fucking his mouth, wrapping itself around and around his. Crushing her body with his, he felt the heat emanating from her body, pulling him closer, mashing their lust together, making them indistinguishable from each other.

He could feel her wetness pressing against him as he spread her legs farther apart, bunching her skirt around her hips. His cock felt like it was going to explode.

His wandering hands moved up, down, over and under her thighs, feeling, indirectly tasting each and every inch of those beautiful legs. They were just as smooth and soft as they’d looked. He pressed and gripped her legs harder and harder as his hands moved closer to her pussy, making her groan against his mouth.

Reaching her hips, his right hand moved up her body, pulling out her blouse from the skirt, and proceeded to touch the bare flesh around her waist.

So soft, so smooth, like silk.

Gripping her ribs, he squeezed lightly and she moaned again against his mouth, eyes rolling back.

His left hand proceeded to move around her hips and found that she was only wearing a thong. He gripped her right ass cheek, squeezed, and she moaned again. He used the leverage to pull her even closer, pressing her sex against his body, feeling her wetness soak through her thong and into his trousers.

She felt like he was deliberately teasing her, as he touched her wet aroused flesh. All the while remaining fully clothed himself. Madeira moaned into the tongue fucking kiss, giving him an idea of what she wanted to do to him, and exactly how her mouth would feel upon his cock.

Madeira wanted to taste him, to feel him spill his seed down her throat. There would be a certain amount of power in not only the act, but in him, and she had the oddest desire to devour him not only sexually, but magically.

Stefan vaguely wondered why the elevator was stopped for so long, but that thought clouded over as her felt one of her hands begin to wander over to his belt buckle. Not willing to stop teasing just yet, his left hand moved between them and gently pulled the crotch of her thong away. It was dripping. The smell of her sex wafted up to him, inflaming his senses once again. He fingered the wetness for a moment, and then simultaneously sucked on her wandering tongue while his fingers grazed her labia, making her moan into his mouth yet again.

His right hand hadn’t stopped wandering either. Now that it had stopped caressing her stomach, he moved onto her breasts. Feeling the restraint of her shirt, he pulled his hand out, and nearly ripped the buttons off her blouse in his need to have access. That made them both pause momentarily from devouring each other’s mouths, and they both watched, as he quickly undid each of the buttons on her plain white shirt.

After what seemed like a lifetime, he finally managed to open the shirt, revealing a pair of the most beautifully perfect breasts he’d ever seen. As he’d thought, they were neither too large, nor too small, and he guessed them to be a large C cup, but didn’t dwell on the thought, and instead, drank the image. He’d always found lace to raise a woman’s sexiness level exponentially, and it wasn’t any different this time around.
As he stared, mouth open, nearly drooling from his lust, she’d finally managed to undo his belt and trousers, making them drop to the floor. His cock was already straining against his boxer shorts, making a neat little tent...

Madeira finally found her way into removing a few barriers, feeling his desire press against her hand as she pealed his jeans open. Boxers, just like in every dream, and her hand slipped between the layers to free his cock to her touch. In the mean time he was doing his best to drive her crazy, his fingers stroking the need burning inside her.

She had no sense of what part of this was magical, and what was physical, because she didn't care. Having the man of her dreams aching to fuck her, it was too good to be true. Madeira moving her hips back against him, letting her wetness brush up the underside of his erect shaft. The kiss pausing long enough for her to take a much needed breath, and moan.

"Yes. Stefan," letting his name roll off her lips.

Stefan pressed his fingers into Madeira, first slipping his index finger in, and pleasantly surprised at how wet her pussy flesh was, slipped in his middle finger as well. He pressed his thumb up against her clit, slowly rubbing clockwise, as his fingers began their exploration. He felt the smooth walls of flesh, so coated with her wetness that it felt like it was flowing out of her in a steady stream. As he worked his fingers up into her, he searched and found the little rough patch right above her public bone, and began to press. Upon touching it, he felt another jolt of electricity flow through him, making his already rock hard cock twitch uncontrollably.

As she placed her hand on his cock, Stefan’s right hand fondled her breasts, alternating between grabbing, kneading and twisting her nipples. The more he touched, the more she moaned, bolstering his confidence and pushing him onwards.

When she pushed her hips back up against him, making his hand slip out, she pressed his shaft up against his stomach, slowly brushing the underside with her wetness. As she moaned his name, the aroma of her arousal wafted up to his nose again, and made his knees want to buck from sheer lust.

Pulling back suddenly, Stefan held his cock with his free hand and pressed the purpled head against her sopping pussy, slowly pushing in, slowly penetrating her, and stopped with the head of his cock just inside.

Too good to be true she thought, as an uncontrollable shudder ran through her luscious body. Madeira had loved him, wanted him, since before she had met him, since before she had even known he had existed. To have him now, was to fulfill the plans, and desires of a lifetime. When his flesh finally met hers, she shuddered again, feeling a deliscious sting of magic coming unbidden as their bodies met.

She had magical lovers before, but none as strong as him, unconsciously she felt something dark about him, but in the moment she ignored anything that interfered with her desire to have him.

"Please," the one simple request, as her dark eyes looked into his odd mix of gray and green ones. Compelling him with just the sound of her voice, no magic, asking him to fill her, to make their union complete.

Madeira ignored the sounds of the elevator operator asking if they were all right, that help was on it's way, something about a major snafu, and the repair guy being on lunch break.

"Stefan," she pleaded, using a tone that she had never needed before, seeing his eyes were cloudy with more than just lust. Her every dream was coming true and in what was a brief moment between heart beats stretched out to an eternity before he sank into her completely. Her body laying claim to his, eagerly accepting his body claiming hers.

Stefan heard the voices coming from the elevator’s speakers. Suddenly remembering that the building’s elevators had security cameras, he sent a quick energy spell to ensure that they’d been shut off when the elevator itself shut down. Reassured, he zoned out the speaking, and returned his full attention to the beautiful, nubile woman in front of him. He silently thanked the countless hours that he’d spent at the gym and the elevator’s handrail, as he’d never have been able to hold her up for this long otherwise.

As he slowly pushed in further, he suddenly realized that, despite only meeting this woman today, the desire for her was stronger than anything else he’d ever felt before. Infinitely stronger than it was back with Madeline, Stefan felt as though something was different with this woman...something arcane...Could it be? Thought Stefan, could this woman be the source of the magic I’ve felt all this time? The thought of it being true made his arousal skyrocket, and with it, he suddenly shoved the rest of his flesh inside of her, desperate for the carnal connection.

When Stefan was finally inside, he felt it. It WAS her! Not only was this woman the source of all that irritation over the last few weeks, she’d somehow camouflaged the trace of magic from her system, making it undetectable to his spells. He’d never been more attracted to a woman in his life. And to top this all off, when he was inside, fully connected to her, he felt oddly at home, like he belonged there. Strange, a good strange, but strange nonetheless.

The connection was complete, and she could feel her true love spell settling, as it's true intent had finally come to pass. She had secretly feared and longed for this moment, to give in to her emotions, to leap without looking. To plunge head first into love it was a giddy feeling, and she knew why people were in love with being in love.

He was a perfect fit, as if his cock had been molded for her body, or vice versa depending on who had been born first. Then again at this point she was not thinking about her age or his, as he hit every needy inch of skin within her, the bulbous tip knocking perfectly against her aroused g-spot. He even somehow managed to thrust in such a way that he rubbed her clit at the same time, an act she had heard about but never considered possible.

"Yes," she moaned her body feeling the connection bind them together, enhancing the connection she already felt to him, and she could only hope he felt it as well. Even as her own innate desire to protect herself flared flowing out with each pulse of her heat that echoed a heated pulse of orgasm.

Holding on for a few seconds, Stefan just relished the glow that he felt being inside her. It felt perfect. It’s like they were made for each other, his cock fitting the shape of her pussy perfectly, every contour and vein matched the grooves of her silky smoothness. Before thrusting, he lowered her to the floor, wanting to feel her under him. Plus, giving his cock a quick break from all the sudden excitement would help him hold together. He opened her legs wide, pulled his cock out, just enough for the tip to remain inside her lips, and pushed back in slowly, savouring the feeling of her warmth wrapped around him.

As his thrusts caressed her wet walls with his manhood, his mind went blank. Nothing else mattered. It was all her...the feeling of her soft flesh in his hands...the look of her face each time he moved...the soft groans escaping her lips...how her breasts rocked with his thrusts...the perfection of her breasts...their roundness...their firmness...the hard nubs of her nipples...the smell of her arousal flooding his senses...her wetness leaking out and coating his cock with copious juice...the way she moaned his name. Oh god, the way she moaned his name made him go crazy. God she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, let alone touched, his entire life. He wanted to keep fucking her forever.

Stefan leaned down and caught one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking and kissing the surface lightly, avoiding her nipple. He heard her moan softly in frustration, and when he finally took her dark areola into his mouth, her gasp of pleasure made his control over himself difficult to maintain...Stefan couldn’t do it for much longer. He pulled her up, into the lotus position, and took her other breast into his mouth.

The dam broke when he finally felt her pussy start to contract on his cock. The opening throes of her orgasm had her mouth pop open, back arch and nails dig into his back, raking deeply and slowly across the muscle. Seeing this, Stefan felt his balls churn, the feeling deep within himself, and begin its journey up his shaft.

As her pussy convulsed with the rest of her body, he suddenly felt a connection click between them, and in a flash, realized just who she was. She was Maderia, the love of his life. The woman who could make him feel whole again. The only woman in the universe who could erase the bad from his life and replace it with good, and whose hair smelt so good in the morning.

With his final thrust, his hardest thrust, his deepest thrust, he pushed against the lips of her cervix and erupted, finally pushing her over the edge. She screamed his name. As his cum burst out of his cock, the force of it made him feel like he’d ruptured something. He groaned his pleasure and moaned her name, “Oh god...god...yes....Maderia...yes...my love...yes”.

Then he felt something envelop him, blinding his senses, even as he emptied himself within this beautiful woman. He held her tight, not wanting to let go of the moment, wanting to make it last for all eternity...

She loved the lotus position, being wrapped around him, hands free to play. Madeira had not intended to scratch her nails down his back, but there was something older than both of them at play. Call it fate, karma, destiny, luck, it had all worked together to bring them to this moment together.

The flash point echoed their pleasures, as power was restored seemingly the world was content to go on now that they had been physically joined. She didn't want to move, but managed to pull up off him and away. He seemed as dazed as she was, and she murmured a simple 'clean me up' cantrip and her clothes at least looked the way they had when she entered the elevator.

She offered her hand to him, feeling her spell slip off her body and onto his, such that somehow she was able to clean him as well. It was amusing to watch his clothing speed onto his body, wrinkles vanishing, buttons doing themselves up, and his pants struggling to work around his slick engorged member. Madeira assisted in that, gently nudging his cock to rest along his leg.

So when full power came on, they appeared exactly as they did when they entered, except she had a far different smile on her face, as her swollen nipples were concealed by her clothing.

The elevator moved rapidly to the first floor, not making any stops, and she shyly smiled at her love, noticing her spell had also removed the ink from his hand. "Hungry?"

As they cleaned up, Stefan felt like he was swimming through jelly, and not entirely in the good sense either. Something was off; he just couldn't put his finger on it. His clothes seemed to dress themselves, yet he never cast a spell, and the brightness from the lights suddenly switching from red to normal blinded him momentarily.

Something was definitely wrong, he’d just had the best sex of his life, and should be giddy like a high schooler who’d just seen his first pair of titties...but he wasn’t. Oh, he was definitely satisfied in the physical sense, and happy to have finally found Maderia, but it wasn’t the “right” happy. He’d expected it to be all encompassing, essentially making him float on clouds while angels strummed their harps above him, and with their magical connection, he definitely should be feeling that as well. Fuck, literal fireworks should’ve been going off in his head by now. So why was it all foggy?

As the doors opened, he looked at the beautiful woman, his beautiful woman, outlined by the external light, making her look angelic, and pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind, filing them away to think about them later. He smiled at her devilishly, said “Yeah, I’m hungry” and scooped her up into his arms, twirling her around as he kissed her full on, enjoying the feel of her body moulded to his, and the happy sensations returning to his system.

Grinning, he whispered into her ear, “Wanna go for seconds?”

She smiled and caressed his face, smoothing an errant hair back, kissing him again. She felt star struck, as if the entire universe spun around them and not the sun. "Stefan, my love, I want infinity." Madeira whispered lightly in his ear, her body still tingling from the moment, his touch sending a renewed awareness surging through her body.

The feel of his essence inside her, it almost seemed a shame to deny it's purpose, but she was not ready to have a child. Even with him, and considering her health and ability, well she had all the time in the world to create life with him.

The elevator doors opened, and she took his hand as they stepped from the elevator, she was glowing, in the human sense. It seemed odd, almost wrong to be around other people, to have to share this moment. The restaurant wasn't that far away, and when they passed a hotel she took one look at the building and knew their would not be having lunch.

She tugged him, or perhaps he tugged her, and she had to refrain from giggling as they got a room.

The rest of the workday went by like a dream, Stefan felt like he was floating on a cloud. Nothing affected him. He and Maderia had spent over an hour in the room, and even better, no one cared that he’d gotten back from lunch late! The last time he’d felt like this was when he’d first gotten together with Madeline, which was a long, long time ago. It felt good.

Leaving the office now, he checked his pocket to make sure that the number she’d written down was still there. Sure, he’d see her at the office tomorrow, but feeling it in his pocket reassured him anyways, especially since her name had rubbed off his hand so easily during their lovemaking.

Letting his mind wander while he walked to the waypoint he’d set up to get him home, he dwelled on the magical energies he’d felt while with Maderia. He was now sure that hers was the magic he’d been feeling the last little while, but what was with the wave that he’d felt when she orgasmed...that feeling was so familiar, but he just couldn’t put his finger on what it was. He was pretty sure it wasn’t a curse, since it felt way too good...but he had no clue whether it was a charm or spell...but something did feel off.

“Meh,” thought Stefan, “it’ll give me something interesting to try and sort out later,” and promptly went back to feeling like a teenage schoolgirl in love.

The rest of the afternoon seemed, pure drudgery in comparision, but she muddled through. Her body zinged, and it all seemed so unreal and she had to resist the compulsion to go check on him. She just couldn't believe after months of interacting, they had finally made love, and if not for the fantastic romp during lunch she might have dismissed it as a fantasy. The world seemed brighter, and she didn't feel the urge to use her powers all day.

It was strange how she'd gone from thinking of leaving him, to being all wrapped up in the feel of him. By the end of the day, she was wondering what would happen next. She wasn't so silly as to think of happily ever after, magic users of all sorts were inherently less stable than the rest of the population. Of course she had dealt with her power and her issues, but she had no idea of Stefan's past. Madiera could read his present, and knew of his public life, but she hadn't known of his abilities.

That in of itself seemed odd, how had she not figured out he was magical? Was she so wrapped up in love that the obvious failed to present itself? She briefly considered that he could be a dark practitioner, but just as easily dismissed it.

There were of course many cases of dark magic users being loved by those of the white or green persuasion, but mostly it was a case of them wanting to heal/save the other and ended horrifically. She could not imagine her spell leading her to such a disastrous end.

At the end of day everyone was drifting to the elevator, and she decided to take the stairs.