🖤 What’s with the Damn Hat?
When a sexy younger witch is ready for round 2
Callum slowly twitched awake from the previous night of debauchery. Jessica was curled up and cuddling him on his left side. His right arm still tingled from being wrapped around the ghost of his dead wife.
She’d felt almost alive again after the conjuring spell. But, as he blinked his eyes and scanned the tiny cabin, her presence was nowhere to be found this morning. He’d have to track her down later.
The two women had drained him dry last night. The youth spell he’d invoked — as a secret rider on their shared energy — had worked wonders. He felt like he was in his 30s again, but still… Those two were insatiable!
He gently slid over and sat up on the edge of the bed, scratching his thick dark beard and running his fingers through his newly sprouted long hair. In doing so, he knocked a hat off his head, and it tumbled to the floor.
What in the hell?
He leaned over and picked it up. It was one of those goofy wizard hats made from blue velvet and complete with sparkling white stars. Oh, the girls thought they were comedians now. Ho ho, so funny.
He walked over to the tiny kitchen and snapped his fingers. His favorite mug slowly filled to the brim with steaming black coffee. Mmmm, nothing better first thing in the morning, and one perk of being a powerful wizard who didn’t worry about expending energy on something others might view as frivolous.
Jessica rolled over and groaned in the bed. “Is that coffee I’m smelling? Oh god, please pour me some!”
He sighed and snapped his fingers again to fill another mug. “Not like you deserve it, you malicious girl. What’s with the stupid fucking hat I found on my head this morning?”
She laughed, “Don’t pout. We thought you looked cute wearing it in your sleep. That’s your fault for giving out on us last night. Some wizardly stud you turned out to be! We had to keep playing on our own.”
He grumbled, “You expect someone my age to keep up with an insatiable ghost and a youngster like you? Don’t be ridiculous.”
She smirked and scanned his muscular nude body from head to toe as he stood there in the morning light from the kitchen window. He had a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and an obviously stiffening cock between his sturdy legs.
“Your age? You seem quite capable to me. From the looks of that cock, I’d say you’re up for another round, you poor ‘old wizard.’ Bring me that coffee, and let’s find out what you have left in the tank.”
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