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“The Shrine of Illusions effect can change specific parts of the body, right?”
“That is how it works, yes.” Magnus didn’t look up from the floating book next to him, continuing to multitask with his potion. You thanked him for his answer and made your way down to the tower’s basement, where the Shrine was kept.
As you accessed it, you imagined what you wanted changed to your body, and soon you felt the glimmer effect take place. You stood there, feeling the difference from your normal parts, and quietly contended it this was a good idea or not.
You bit your lip and made your way back up the stairs. As you approached your husband, who was now observing the bottles at the table, you snaked your hands around his concealed waist and kissed the part of his neck that peaked out from his collar.
“Hmm, hello, my sweet,” he hummed, placing a hand on the side of your face. You pressed another kiss onto him, closer to his jawline.
“What about the Shrine has put you in this lovely mood?” he asked, turning his head from his work.
“I’m thinking about you.”
“I can see that.”
“Take your work easy today, Magnus. I have a surprise for you later,” you whispered into his ear, accenting it with a kiss behind it.
He inhaled deeply, his hand moving from your face to your shoulder.
“...I will keep that in mind,” he said, breathless, and you removed yourself from the embrace.
“I love you, see you later!” you called, leaving his tower before he could respond.
As the evening rolled around, you heard the front door open and close, so you walked to the doorway of your shared bedroom.
Your eyes caught Magnus’ and he blushed. You could tell he was thinking about what your surprise was.
You made your way towards him and pulled him in a hug, your arms wrapped around his waist.
“How was your day?” you asked, kissing his temple. He melted in your touch and hugged you back.
“As eventful as usual, with the elixir shipments,” he squeezed you, “However, my mind had been going to other places, distracting me from my work,” he hummed, and you smiled.
“I wonder what you were thinking about…” you teased, moving your hands to the back of his neck. He tilted his head, smiling at you.
You bring his head forward to kiss you, and he gladly accepts, and soon the kisses turned deeper. You pull him towards your bedroom, to which he pauses to press you against the doorway. The heat in your core pulses, a different but not unwelcome feeling from how it usually felt.
You roll your hips into his, a move that comes secondhand, but he hums, stopping your kiss.
“My love, please forgive my assumption, but I feel you are not as… enthused as I am.” Magnus leaned his head back, and you smiled.
“Oh, I am,” you say, moving off the doorway and sitting on the bed.
“I think you should undress me,” you beckoned, starting to undo your belt - an almost Pavolovoian response emitting from him as his pupils dilated. He moved forward onto the bed in between your legs and placed his hand on your chest, your shirt magically dissipating from your skin.
He moved down to manually remove your pants, and you smirked giddily, a nervous feeling strumming through you.
As he slid your pants down your legs, he took notice of your boxers - slight confusion in his brows from the sight of no bulge. You then slid off your underwear, lifting your hips, and soon revealed to Magnus what you had been hiding.
Magnus flushed as he stared at your new arousal.
“I’m plenty aroused,” you finally answer his concerns, moving your fingers down through the slick folds of your labia. He watched your hand, almost hypnotized, then swallowed. As much as you loved him silently admiring you, you wanted to hear him.
“Do you want me, Magnus?” you asked, spreading your legs further open, allowing your fingers to rest at the top of your clit. He shot his head up at your question, shuffling towards you.
“Spirits, I always want you,” he confessed, and your body flushed from the statement - one that you already know is true.
“Then take what you want,” you commanded, and he immediately fell forward, sliding his hands up your legs to your thighs, breathing heavily.
“My heart, you always know how to surprise me,” he whispered, then leaned down to press kisses against the inners of your thighs, causing a hitch in your breath. He nipped down on parts of your skin, making you gasp, the feeling going straight to your core.
As he moved towards your crotch, your hands traveled up into his hair, lightly petting him, occasionally using your nails to keep him grounded. You soon felt his hot breath over your folds, which caused you to emit a small noise from your throat.
He then dived in, gripping your thighs and licking your entrance. You moaned from the contact and he groaned from finally getting to taste you.
He pressed his tongue flat against you, pushing, and made his way up to your clit, where he closed his mouth around it and sucked.
Your breath hitched and a moan escapes you, so you gripped his hair, causing him to whine.
“You’re—so good with your mouth, Magnus,” and you punctuated it by grinding yourself onto him, more noises escaping him.
When he moved down, you spread your legs even wider, allowing him even more access to you. He placed his hands next to your folds and stretched them out, plunging his heated tongue inside of you.
A breathy swear escaped you as Magnus continued to eat you out like a starving man. He moved one of his hands that was holding you open to rub at your clit, which caused you to grind onto his face, gripping his violet hair.
“Mag—Magnus, I’m going to come if you keep going,” you warned, but he made no move to stop, even increasing how deep he was tongue-fucking you.
He moaned louder, almost as if he was receiving, and your mind short-circuited at the thought of him in your position. Him, grinding against your face, whimpering not to stop, driving him mad on your tongue…Of course, that idea must wait until later…
You felt a slightly different cloudy heat fill your mind, a feeling that pulsed through your body to where Magnus was connected to you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck—” you babbled, grinding harder, your orgasm pushing you up to the clouds, past the sky. You can’t think, this feeling much different from your normal arousal, and all of a sudden you feel your body climax, a full-body release that has you shaking, pulsing, and moaning higher than your normal octave. You can hear Magnus moaning with you, the feeling vibrating inside you.
You felt your sight come back from its haze, and your body pulsed around Magnus’ tongue—the feeling of him still pleasuring you, unrelenting, not letting up until you asked. You looked down and saw his eyes were clenched shut, face melded in pleasure.
Overstimulation jolts through you as he presses your clit, and as good as it feels, you want to repay him.
“Magnus,” you breathed, gently lifting him by his hair off of you. He whimpered and opened his eyes slowly, and you could see how glazed over they’d become. He breathed heavily, his face covered in your slick.
You felt powerful looking at him—your ancient wizard, fully clothed, looking completely fucked out and messy, underneath your naked form.
Fuck, you almost want to keep him there in his headspace, but you digress to make sure he’s okay.
“Magnus,” you say again, brushing through his hair to bring him back from his space.
His eyes slowly refocused, blinking a few times, then he inhaled heavily and wiped his mouth with his hand.
“How are you, love?” you patiently asked, continuing to pet him.
“I have never been more entranced with you before,” he stated bluntly, and you blushed at the admiration. You moved forward so you were sitting up with him, and kissed him on his mouth, tasting your residue left on him.
You moved to touch his clothed arousal, and he whined at the sensation.
“I’m afraid I’ve been…already taken care of,” he confessed, embarrassed, and it takes you a moment to understand what he meant. You then smirked and pulled a bit of his hair.
“You came from eating me out?” you teased, and his face turned bright red.
“You surprised me,” he tried to reason looking away from you, “I am but only a weak man to your desires.”
“That’s so hot, Magnus,” you rubbed your hand over him, “You were made to please.”
“I only want to service you,” he whined, and you let up, kissing him on the cheek.
You pulled him down onto the bed, kissing his face, when he propped himself up to not smother you.
“Is that why you asked about the Shrine?” he asked in between kisses, “To make your dear husband bend at your will?”
“You know me so well,” you confessed, stroking his hair, “Did you like it?”
“I think you’re aware of my reaction to it, my love.”