Chapter One - Suicide Blonde

March 24 ^th - 26 ^th, 2021

I'd never been one to cross off days on a calendar before, but when the groceries started arriving, that had been my cue to take whatever Merlin was doing seriously. But I'd learned a lot over the intervening weeks.

One of the weirdest things was my inability to tell anyone anything about what had happened. Oh, I'd tried! Believe me, I'd fucking tried HARD! The day after it had happened, I'd called up my brother, intent on telling him the whole story, but the minute I opened my mouth to talk about it, instead I'd talked about how I'd hiked into the Park at night and fallen and hit my head.

For the next few minutes, I listened to myself spin an elaborate lie about how I'd fallen down the hill and hit the back of my head, but that I was feeling fine. I just wasn't supposed to exert myself too much. And as soon as I hung up the phone with him, I started talking out loud, and found I could say what I wanted to again.

My next thought was to record a video message for my brother, or maybe my best friend, but when I tried that, the falling and hitting my head story leaped from my mouth unbidden once more, overriding whatever I'd planned to say on my own. The same thing when I tried writing it down on paper or typing it into my laptop. So it seemed that whatever I wanted to tell anyone about this, I wasn't going to get to do so any time soon.

With the ability to talk to anybody about what had happened out of the picture, I examined the groceries Merlin was sending me, trying to discern meaning from them, attempting to divine what his plan was based on what things he was sending me.

I referred to this as Operation: Straw Grasping.

And no, it was not successful.

(How out of my depth was I that I was trying to glean meaning from what brand of ham he sent me for my sandwiches?)

My next foolhardy quest was to try and do research on Merlin and let me save you the trouble - it's a rabbit hole with no bottom, no sides and no real point of reference of how far you've fallen down it.

Just falling. Endless falling.

From there, though, things got... strangely dull.

Trapped inside my house, I didn't realize exactly how long six weeks would be without a job to focus on. I started looking for work, floating my resume around, and reaching out to people I knew in the field, only to get back the sort of radio silence I didn't want.

I tried to find ways to keep my mind occupied, but having already been locked in my house for about a year beforehand didn't help any. I'd rewatched half a dozen different shows - The West Wing, White Collar, Farscape, Stargate SG-1, Warehouse 13, Castle - and I'd finished most of the books I had in my book queue. I'd taken to picking an actor or actress and then watching everything they'd ever done. I'd started with Robert Redford and had moved on to Paul Newman, because I never got tired of watching both "Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid" and "The Sting."

Every morning, I would get up, cross off another day on the calendar and then continue waiting. I played with Lee and Kirby, and made sure their litter box was clean. I did some exercises, just because I was afraid of getting fat. I even cleaned and reorganized the house a couple of times, trying different layouts, just to change it up, and to keep me from losing my fucking mind.

It was not going anywhere near as well as I had hoped.

I'd spent most of Wednesday making a domino run, or, at least, I'd tried to, until Kirby figured out how to open the door to the bedroom that I'd closed the cats in and they knocked the run down to their great amusement. He'd somehow found almost the perfect midway point in the long domino chain, and had sent dominos falling both directions, with him following one thread, and Lee following the other. As soon as I'd heard dominos start tipping over, I'd just dropped the box of dominos and given up. I'd planned to film the whole thing for a YouTube video, but my pair of curious cats had kiboshed that plan pretty hard.

All of this is to put you in the proper frame of mind so that when I tell you I jumped about five feet straight up when my doorbell rang on Thursday afternoon, you'll know I wasn't joking. I didn't have any DoorDash ordered and my friends always made it a point to call first before they came over. I made my way to the front door and saw someone masked up, standing down at the foot of the stairs leading up to my porch. I grabbed a mask from the side of the door and pulled it over my face before I opened the door. "Yes, can I help you?"

"White Glove Delivery Service!" the man at the bottom of the stairs said to me helpfully. "That envelope is for you!" He gestured to my feet, and I looked down, seeing there was a rather elegant-looking black, square envelope sitting on top of a small computer tablet. "You need to sign for it! Just sign with your finger, and I'll pick it up and wipe it down after you go back in!"

I picked up the envelope and glanced at it for a moment. In what looked like golden letters on the front was just my name, Ben Bauer. No address. And the back of the envelope was sealed with a wax dot and some kind of seal I didn't recognize on it. I tucked it into my back pocket then picked up the tablet and signed on the screen with my fingertip - a thing I've always found a little bit weird - then put the tablet back down onto the porch. Then I reached into my wallet and pulled out a five-dollar bill and tucked it under the tablet. "Thanks!" I shouted then stood up, headed back into my house and closed my door, hearing the sound of the guy coming up onto my porch to pick up his tablet and the fiver I'd left him.

Once back inside, I headed into my kitchen and sat down at my dining room table to open the envelope. Inside, in some of the floweriest script I'd ever seen, was the following:

Mr. Ben Bauer,

You are formally invited to take a meeting within the Vineyard Heights community, at 2169 Grapevine Terrace, at 10 a.m. on the morning of March 26 ^th, to discuss the bestowment being gifted to you by one Lord Merlin. Casual attire is acceptable. Your access code to the gate is 021421. Please arrive promptly and write all this information down, as this missive will self-immolate in two minutes.

-L.E.M.T.

There was some part of me that felt certain the 'self-immolation' thing was a joke, but I wrote down the address, the date, the time and the access code in a note in my phone, which I'm glad I did, because not more than a handful of seconds after I'd finished transcribing it all, the paper burst into flames and then disintegrated into a pile of ashes less than a second or two later.

I did spend a couple hours pondering what the initials L.E.M.T. could stand for, and I think I'd settled on Lord Edwin Merlin...something or other. I couldn't come up with anything that the T could stand for, and as weird as Edwin sounded, I certainly wasn't going to call Merlin 'Eddie' on a hunch.

It turned out I was wrong on all fronts, but we're getting there.

I woke up on the 26^th far earlier than I'd intended to, but at that note, I'd been so worked up that sleeping wasn't coming easy. So I threw on my clothes, hopped in my Honda Civic and headed over a few blocks to the nearest Vineyard Heights gate.

Vineyard Heights is a hoity-toity, private gated community that's only a couple of blocks from my house, but because it's invite only, I've never been there. You can see the impressive looking mansions from the distance, but getting up to the front doors requires an access code. Now I had one.

I drove up to the gate, and while I didn't have a magnetic key to open the door, I figured my code would probably be valid for the day and nothing longer. I typed it onto the keypad, and sure enough, the gate swung open as I drove my beatup Civic onto private streets where I'm certain the average singular tire cost more than my whole beat up car.

The mansion I drove up to wasn't the biggest or fanciest, by far, but it certainly seemed more than well-to-do. There was a singular car parked out front, an Audi e-tron, and it looked relatively new and mostly undriven. No one else around. So I parked my car next to the Audi and then headed up to ring the doorbell, hearing a few musical chimes before the door opened and my jaw nearly fell off.

When the door opened, perhaps the most beautiful blonde twenty-something woman I've ever seen was standing on the other side. She couldn't have been more than five-six or five-seven, with bright, golden hair like sunkissed honey. She had glittering blue eyes lined with black eyeliner to really make them pop and an almost playful, impish smile. Her lips were a vibrant pink, her cheeks dusted with makeup to give them a bit of shape. Hanging around her neck was a large golden cross from a simple gold chain which almost teased the top of a pair of small but elegant sized breasts that were straining up against a sundress that left most of her top exposed, a simple string tied behind her back with two flaps of fabric covering her tits running down to her waist, where the whole dress merged up and ran down to her mid-thigh, leaving loads of pale white alabaster flesh exposed. On her left hand, she wore a simple platinum ring with a stone of smoky onyx set into it.

And she smelled amazing.

Like some hypnotic blend of pineapple, orange, coconut and vanilla.

"I'm hoping you're Mister Bauer?" she said with a voice that sounded far too rich too be talking to me, a London accent with all the most expensive boarding schools in the world behind it. And she sounded so fucking eager. I think I might have seen her licking her lips, but I put it out of my mind, because I knew there was zero fucking chance of that. This had to be Merlin's girlfriend or assistant or something, because in no way was this a woman on my level.

"I thought I was up until that door opened," I said with a nervous laugh, "and now I'm genuinely not so sure."

She laughed with me, but hers was much more comfortable, as she reached out and brushed one of my arms with a few of her fingers in a light stroke designed to put me at ease but had the opposite effect. "He did say you were rakish! Do come in, Mister Bauer."

As she turned to lead me into the house, I saw that she had some ink on the small of her back, just partially obscured by the dress. "Is... is that Elvish?" I asked her.

She glanced over her shoulder at me with an even warmer smile that I was afraid was going to melt me where I stood. "Very astute, Mister Bauer. It is, indeed, the inscription from the One Ring. One of two tattoos I have. You can see the other on this ankle here," she said, holding her left leg back a bit for me to see a familiar shape on the inside of one of her ankles. "Do you recognize that?"

I chuckled softly. "Sure, that's the glaive from 'Krull.' A bit obscure, but an oldie and a goodie," I told her. "Well before your time, I would imagine."

"Oh, I'm second-generation nerd myself, Mister Bauer," she said with a giggle that sent shivers up my spine. "I grew up in a household surrounded by the best things in life, crushing my enemies, seeing them driven before me and hearing the lamentations of their women. Just this way, please."

I followed her down the hallway as we moved into a large library or study, except that all the bookshelves were completely empty. In fact, one of the things I'd noticed about the house was that there wasn't much in the way of furniture in the place, but this room had at least a large table and a few chairs on it, as well as a laptop hooked up to a projector and a small webcam on a tripod. There was also a small wooden chest next to the laptop.

"I'm sorry, miss, I didn't catch your name," I said to her.

"We will get to that in a moment. If you please?" she said, beckoning me to sit down in the chair not directly behind the laptop, so I did. She sat behind the laptop, tapping it to "Now, to confirm, you are Benjamin Odysseus Bauer, and you were the one responsible for saving Merlin's life nearly six weeks ago?"

I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to say anything, but this time when I tried to give voice to my story, my words word. "I am," I said. I wanted to say more, but I found myself unable to keep going, the words stopping at that point.

"Excellent, I am glad to hear it," she said, and this time I was certain I caught her licking her lips. She reached over and opened the box next to her, taking out a small ring and a sheet of paper, which she slid across the table to me. "If you could simply sign that and then put that ring on, we can get started."

I glanced down at the sheet of paper in front of me and my eyes felt like they were defocusing, all the lines and characters swirling and swaying before me like a sea of ink, and as I tried to focus on it, it felt like I could start to make out bits and pieces of it, but never quite enough to grasp what I was looking at, as I scowled, almost feeling a little nauseated by what lay before me. "I... I can't read this."

"You needn't worry, Mister Bauer," she said, reaching across the table to take the document and flip to the last page before pushing it back to me. The page it was turned to had space for me to sign, and the other half already filled with a signature I didn't recognize, although the printed lettering below it insisted it was Merlin's signature. "You need only sign down there at the bottom and the best part of your life can begin."

"Which part is supposed to be the best part again?"

"The rest of it, Mister Bauer."

I knew I could sit there and argue and prolong things, but I just wanted to find out what this was, and so I did the thing I shouldn't have - I picked up the pen and signed the document. Then I grabbed the ring and considered it for just a moment. It was a thick band of platinum with an inset smoky onyx on the face of it, much like the one the woman who'd greeted me was wearing. I slid it onto the ring finger of my right hand and promptly blacked the fuck out.

When I woke up, I glanced at my phone and saw that only about twenty minutes had passed, but despite that, I felt quite a bit different. My gut was gone and while my general shape hadn't changed, I was certainly fitter than I remember having been in at least a decade. My eyes hurt and when I took my glasses off, I realized why - I didn't need them now. And, most importantly, perhaps, the ringing in my ears that had been there for as long as I could remember was gone.

"What the fuck was that?" I said, glancing across the table at the still smiling fresh face there waiting for me to recover.

"That was what Merlin referred to as 'the startup package,'" she said with a giggle. "It was designed to make sure you live long enough to enjoy the gift he's giving you. I should probably just play the file for you."

"The file?"

"Let me load it up," she said, turning on the projector.

"I still haven't caught your name," I told her.

"It's Lyssa," she said. "But that will become readily apparent momentarily."

She tapped on the keyboard for a moment and then an image popped up, a projection of Merlin on the wall, looking pretty much how I remembered him from being over a month ago. In fact, I think he might have even been wearing the same clothes he was wearing when I left him. He was sitting behind a desk, in some library that was filled to the brim with books and papers.

"Hey there, Ben! I'm ahead of schedule, even, so here's stage one of my gift to you, in an effort to pay off the life debt that I owe you. The house you're sitting in, and everything in it, is yours. You can move your stuff in or hire movers to do it, if you want. Sell your old house and keep the cash from that. The house also comes with an investment account - nothing crazy, so don't plan on buying up Fort Knox on a bender weekend, but it should help you weather through the storms. Assuming you don't take over half of it out, the interest should be enough to keep the lights on and the property tax paid on your new home for as long as you live, which is going to be a bit longer than you'd expected. Not gonna lie, Ben; you weren't taking very good care of yourself. Too much rich foods and not enough exercise. I've fixed all that, but you're gonna need to work on making some new habits to counter act the old. All of this is basically just the background to get us to where we need to be, though. The number one thing you wanted, even if you'd never admit it, was to not be alone. I get that. I do. But the problem you have is that your tastes in partners changes and what you really need isn't one partner, but a handful."

"I what?" I said, even though I knew the projection couldn't answer me.

"So, in order to do that, I've taken inspiration from a gift that my... sometimes partner... gave to someone like you, someone who saved her life, several years back. The key is to make the gift, well, self-evolving, and adapting. But she had some ideas that I don't think worked very well, and of course, I had some other directions that I wanted to take it, just to keep things interesting."

"I don't understand," I said, because I didn't.

"Part of the thing my partner did was leave an open-ended time limit on it. That's nonsense. I can't be in debt to you forever, now, can I? That wouldn't be fair, now, would it?"

"I suppose not," I muttered to myself.

"So, while hers was open-ended, yours will have reached its zenith by the end of 84 weeks, which is a little over a year and a half. And rather than me controlling the system, I've just given it the spark. We're going to make you one with everything, my dear boy."

"Skip to the end," I grumbled.

"The woman sitting across from you is Lyssa Eowyn Miracle Throckmorton, from Buckinghamshire, just the northwest of London. She's going to be your first partner. Lyssa, bring up the chart, if you would?"

Lyssa tapped on the laptop, and the projection screen split in two. "At the end of the 84 weeks, you will have a total of seven different partners, and they need to cross off everything on this list," Merlin said, pointing the wrong direction, as the chart was on the other side of him.

I looked through the chart quickly, but it seemed to be a list of characteristics, attributes and the like. There were hair colors - blonde, brown, brunette, redhead. There were ethnicities - white, black, Hispanic/Latino, Asian, indigenous. There were heights - short, midsized and tall. There were proportions - slender, midsized and busty. There were continents - just the six, with Antarctica definitely off the list. Lyssa's face was next to a checkmark for blonde, white, midsized, slender and European, which still left quite a lot to get filled in.

"And you aren't going to have to lift a finger. So, Lyssa's got six weeks to keep you all to herself, but during that time, she's got to be considering who to get and bring in next. That's her call, not mine. And she's only got six weeks to do it. After five weeks, if she hasn't found you a candidate that you like, they're going to just start showing up, getting more and more forceful about it until you take one. But that'll cost Lyssa a bit if she does. She understands what I'm talking about, so you needn't concern yourself with that. Whoever she brings in, that'll be your second partner. This'll continue until you have seven partners and everything on this grid is filled in. There's nothing wrong with double-dipping, and I'm even being generous and saying someone who qualifies half-way for any category is a full score. That means... say Lyssa found you a half-black, half-Asian girl, that would knock both categories off and grant a lot more freedom for later choices. For someone to qualify as from a continent, they have to have spent over half their current life there. That's why Lyssa qualifies as European even though she lives here, but a woman's worldly enough, she could double dip on the location category as well."

"You've gotta be kidding me... how am I going to keep up with seven women?" I whispered beneath my breath.

"You're probably wondering how you're going to keep up with seven women," Merlin's image said on the screen, which made me narrow my eyes, wondering if this really was a recording, but he just continued without waiting for a response, which made me less suspicious. "Trust me, you'll do fine. Part of the magic of the rings is that it does some, well, let's call it conflict management for you. If something's going wrong, everyone in your group will sit down and have a nice conversation about it, and work it out reasonably, without emotions clouding or complicating things. It wouldn't be a gift if you didn't enjoy it, so I've taken some of the more dangerous barbs out of it for you in advance. Not all of them, certainly, but most of them. I think you'll find yourself happiest if you just go with it. You don't really have all that much to do when the days are done. Say yes or no. Fuck. Enjoy life."

"This is mental."

"Now, one last bit of warning - I suspect my sometimes partner, Morgana La Fey, may attempt to come and tweak with your gift, much like I did with hers, although she's generally been the kind of person not to rock the boat too much, so I wouldn't worry too much about it," Merlin said, waving his hand dismissively. "I'll check in with you every so often, and if things get extremely dire, Lyssa has an email address she can send a message to that I check... call it regularly enough. Now, your time with Lyssa should be easy enough - I'm predicting this global pandemic they're calling Covid to be recessing soon, and you two should be able to go out and see the world again within a few months. Lyssa's got a few potential leads to start with, since she's slightly handicapped by you two not being able to move freely, but she knows enough not to slack off when it comes to that."

I glanced over at Lyssa, who had been watching me with a wolfish smile the entire time, before turning my eyes back to the screen. "Now, anyone who's in your set, once you've got a ring on them, you'll be able to talk freely about me and all of this, but they're the only ones you'll be able to talk about it with." It was only at this point that I noticed Lyssa had changed the ring from my right hand to my left sometime while I'd slept. "Until then, you can't mention a thing about me, or the details of what we're calling 'The Arrangement.' But any woman you're attracted to will feel heavily drawn to you, so just to get to be a part of your life, you'll find they'll be willing to do damn near about anything. They don't have to all be bisexual, but I think you'll find many of them will. It just makes things easier when people are happy to share. Anyway, I think that's the broad strokes of it all. The house has six bedrooms, five bathrooms, a pool and a hot tub at the back and a four-car garage, plus all the room in the lot. It's something like 5,600 square feet, although the property extends out a bit. There's a small guest house outside, next to the pool. The home was built in 1989, so it's quite new, and if you need to have any work done to it, Lyssa has the contact details for my local contractors, who will do the work free of charge. I already had it wired for internet, knowing that you might have a need for such things. There's also a new car in the garage waiting for you, in your name. A Jaguar I-Pace, fully electric. Something much more fashionable than your existing... thing. I'm sure you're going to have loads of questions, but really, you need to accept Lyssa into your materials first. Talk to her a bit and then let her welcome you with open arms, open legs and... well, you get the point," the old man said with a wry grin. "Anyway, that'll do it for now. Get out there! Have fun!"

That left me alone with the staring gorgeous blonde girl who was giving off 'face eating leopard' vibes, the sort of hungry expression she was wearing as she fiddled slightly with the ring on her hand, her blue eyes burning holes right through me. "So, are you going to insist on talking first, or may I get right down to it?"

"Uh, talk?" I almost sputtered out. "Can we talk, at least a little bit?"

"Do you mind if I entertain myself whilst we chat?" she said, starting to stand up from her chair.

"I, uh, suppose not?"

"Brilliant," she purred as she stepped over towards me and turned my chair slightly. "What would you like to know?"

"A bit about you, I suppose? Even the highlights would be good," I said as I felt her placing one hand on my thigh, stroking my muscle through my jeans that were looser than I remembered.

"I'm fabulous, darling. It's all highlights," she said with a vampish giggle. "Alright, I'm a second-generation deep nerd but from a rather prestigious British upper-class family, the Throckmortons. We're landed gentry, but I had no desire to remain in Buckinghamshire and play fancy dress up on weekends to try and appeal to a bunch of inbred stuffed shirts. So I went to uni, Cambridge naturally, and left with two degrees, one in art history and another in philosophy. My dream was to become a museum curator but for the sort of museum our people would appreciate. Key works in sci-fi and fantasy, to help educate the pompous philistines that there's more to our art than just chainswords and waaagh if you know what I mean, and I know that you do."

As she moved to get down on her knees between my legs, I tilted my head in shock, more at her words than her actions. "Wait, you're a wargamer?"

"My 6k Ork army is painted and on a shelf in one of the empty rooms," she told me, licking her lips as she unbuckled my belt. "I've also got an Aeldari force that's around 2k and a Necrons kill team around 3k that I'm still tinkering with, but I'll always be an Ork at heart. I'm meant to understand you're an Adepta Sororitas player, mostly?"

"Uh, yeah, I've started putting together an Adeptus Mechanicus squad as well, but I'm still finding the right balance. The Sisters of Battle were my first, though."

"Marvelous," she said, although I'm still not sure if she was referring to my faction choices or my cock, which she'd just fished out of my boxer shorts and was eye to eye with. "Oh my, I can definitely do some damage with this."

"So, uh, what happened after university?" I asked her, trying to keep her on topic, even as I felt her miraculously soft fingers wrap around my shaft as she slowly began to stroke it.

"I decided I'd had enough of the UK, and I wanted to see the world a bit, so I found work as a gallery curator for a tech baron here in the Silicon Valley. Anderson Dietrich. I assume you've heard of him, yes?" she asked before leaning her head down and kissing the tip of my cock, which send a hard shiver up my spine.

"Uh, y-y-yeah, he was the head of Dietrich Anti-Virus, before he went crazy and began selling off everything like three years back. Oh fuck." My eyes rolled back in my head as she pushed her lips slowly down the length of my dick and suckled on it, her tongue slowly brushing across the surface like she was painting on me.

Her head pulled back and she looked up at me with a cheeky little grin. "Glad to know a year and change of being out of practice on a real person hasn't blunted my skills too much. So yes, I went to manage Mister Dietrich's private gallery but when he, ah, took leave of his senses, he laid me off, summarily, without warning and without references. I found myself considering options on how to remain here and pay my bills, because, as you know, this area is quite expensive to live in, and I detest the idea of turning to the family money to make my way in the world."

"At least you have that option," I told her as she untied the top string of her dress and let the flaps fall down, exposing a perfect set of small breasts to my eyes, with nary a tan line anywhere in sight, although it was clear she didn't tan too much. I'd learn later that she sunburns easily and must be careful not to overdo tanning. "So, what did you do?"

"I decided I wanted to enjoy my more sexual side, and I turned to OnlyFans in October of 2018, opening an account under the name Menolly Celestine," she said in between giving licks and sucks on the head of my cock. "I was mostly doing solo content, although I would, on occasion, find a partner to engage in shooting more serious content with. But from now on, I'll have you, although I will be sure to keep your face cut out of every shot, unless the idea of being seen giving it to me is something that excites you, in which case, we'll start on that as soon as you're ready. I've been making a couple hundred grand a month for the last few months, which means I'm doing quite well for myself. It turns out, the idea of a hot British blonde with a deep understanding of the nerd world is quite appealing to many young men, especially with my deep love of cosplay. One of my most loyal subscribers describes me as the ultimate MPG, which stands for Manic Pixie Geek, but I assured him, I'm no dream. Do you mind if I take a seat? I haven't had flesh and blood cock for over a year, and I'm afraid I may go a bit waaagh on you if I wait too much longer."

"You're... sorry if I'm talking too much, but you're sure that this is what you want?" I asked her.

She gave me the warmest, kindest look I've ever seen as she moved to stand up and slowly straddled me, moving to sit in my lap on the chair, my cock trapped between us. In that moment, she leaned in and kissed me, and I have never felt anything so assured in my life, before or since. It started out slow and inviting, as if not wanting to scare me off, before her lips opened and I found the two of us making out like a pair of hungry teenagers, so happy that our affections were being reciprocated that nothing else mattered. "Ben, you're perfect," she said to me. "You're everything I ever wanted."

"I'm, like, twenty years older than you," I replied, although my resolve was almost at nothing at that point.

"And that's a good thing, Ben," she giggled. "Boys are just that. Silly, stupid, careless little boys. You are a man, Ben. And Merlin showed me the moment you saved his life. You would have been totally justified in simply taking cover and thinking of your own needs, but you didn't, and you risked both of you being killed to keep him safe. And most importantly, you remind me of my father, and how happy he's made my mother over the years. I want to be the first of your seven wives, but I will not force you to have me if you do not want me..."

It was in that moment when she turned her head nervously to one side that this amazing creature was worried about me rejecting her. I hadn't even considered that as an option, and the fact that it was causing her even the smallest amount of pain immediately made my mind up. I lifted one hand to her chin and turned her face to look at me. "If you want me, Lyssa, I'd be a fucking moron to say no," I said quietly, giving her a tiny smile so she would understand I was just as nervous as she was. "I just want you to be s--"

I didn't finish the next word because she kissed me again, this time even harder, one hand behind my neck, so there was nowhere for me to run from the kiss, not that I wanted to. Her other hand had reached down between us and she had grabbed my cock to get it positioned right as she slowly pushed herself down onto it and let out a truly epic and earth-shatteringly intense moan directly into my ear which melted into a singular word. "Fuck."

It had been quite some time for me, and I was worried I'd pop off too quick to make a good first impression, but it seemed like Lyssa needed a moment to catch her breath, because she was shivering and tittering with giggles into my ear, so much so that I asked, "Are you okay?"

"You. Fit. Perfectly," she purred into my ear. "Like I was made for exactly this, exactly you. I am never fucking another man again in my entire life. You are it, Benjamin. You are my everything."

I laughed a little nervously. "Jesus, Lyssa, you've only just put it in."

She pulled back and looked at me with blue eyes that had tears of joy streaking the dark makeup of her eyes, as she nodded, placing her hands on my shoulders. "You're right, of course. Fuck, I cannot believe how astonishingly magnificent you feel." Her hips lifted up a few inches and then dropped down again, her ass cheeks smacking the tops of my thighs as her face softened once more, her eyes dilating slightly. "Jesus Mary and Joseph, nothing should be this good." Her voice was barely more than a whimper at that moment, her body shaking once more. "Fuck." She lifted up and dropped down again, another bolt of lightning pinballing through her nerves. "Fuck." Again, she repeated the motion, this time biting her bottom lip a little, her lipstick already smeared over both our faces. "Fuck!" This time the word had more resolve to it, and the trembles were a bit more apparent. Her hands had moved to grab the back of the chair and now she was starting a faster rhythm, that single work punctuating each and every downward thrust of her pussy onto my cock. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

I slid my hands onto her hips, but I realized somewhere that I was mostly just holding on to her to keep her from falling off to one side or the other, because when I looked in her eyes, there was almost something spiraling out of control behind them, as if the sensations were overwhelming her, and she was simply clinging onto my chair for dear life. I tried to reassure her, saying, "You feel so--"

"Fuck! I! Can't! Stop! Cumming! Fuck! Fuck!" she howled as her body crashed into mine at a frenzied tempo, her walls clenching and spasming around my shaft. "Do it! Colonize me, you bastard! Plant your flag! Dump your seed! Give me your fucking cum!"

The tone of her voice, the bouncing of her slinky body and the milking clutches of her pussy walls around me all added up to break my walls and coax from me perhaps the hardest orgasm I'd ever had before that point. It had been a few months since I'd had a good jerking session, so the backup of my spunk must have been mighty, because it felt like I lost a few pounds when I started pouring my jism inside of Lyssa's belly, and the keening shriek she let out when I did almost shook the walls before she slumped on top of me, laughing in a breathless, exhausted way, her head resting on my shoulder, her entire weight completely limp on top of me.

"You remarkable man," she whispered, her eyes fluttering quickly, trying to pull herself back together once more. "If that was the magic, and that's going to be a part of my weekly life, I will keep you alive forever..."

And that was how I fucked my first wife, Lyssa, within just a few hours of meeting her.

Things really started to get crazy from there on out...