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Merlin's Gift - Pt. 3
🕑 Added 2025-06-27 03:52:11 +0000 UTC(Author's Note: The numbering for the Merlin's Gift series, like Morgana's Gift, will be a little strange. Part 1 was the Prologue, Part 2 was Chapter 1 and Part 3 is Intermission One, with Part 4 to eventually be Chapter 2. We apologize, but the numbering system is a legacy artifact of the original, and Merlin wouldn't let us change it. ;) -mgmt)
Intermission One – Cannonball
April 10th, 2021
To paraphrase the great and powerful Illidan, “I was not prepared.”
Is it possible for a 48-year-old man whose ex-wife doesn’t even talk to him anymore to be prepared to become the go-to sex provider for a 25-year-old British OnlyFans star? I would say to you that it is not.
I’m not sure what I expected to happen next, but much of it wasn’t all that different than things ‘d done a dozen or so times in my life.
Movers showed up to bring all my stuff from my old house to my new one, although they asked me to move the cats myself, and they also asked that Lyssa and I stayed outside while movers were bringing things in, just to avoid contamination. They were all wearing masks, goggles and gloves, so it almost seemed like a hazmat team was bringing all my possessions into the new house. I’d just put up signs in each room on the wall to say what I was using it for, and the movers matched stuff from my old house to this new one.
The moving company had been arranged by Merlin, naturally, and apparently, he had his own real estate broker as well, because my new ‘land guy’ was already starting to put my old house on the market and had a handful of potential buyers lined up for it, with offers coming in well above what I would’ve thought to ask for it. And once the movers were gone, it was down to me and Lyssa to unpack everything and put stuff away, although, to be fair, she also nixed some of my stuff and made me take it straight out to the trash. I don’t blame her. I think I’d sort of outgrown the neon bar sign I had been hanging onto for years, far longer than I should’ve been.
That said, I was also going to throw out the giant vinyl Gambits Of Avalon booth banner I’d won as a door prize at a DragonCon I’d been to about a decade back, and Lyssa nearly took my head off, telling me it was ‘collectable’ and that I should hang it with pride, so we did, in the large bedroom that’d we’d basically decided to convert into a hobby room, where all her minis and mine were kept, and where we would occasionally try and make a dent in our massive backlog of unpainted figures.
What surprised me most about Lyssa was that everything she’d told me when we first met was exactly true to who she was. She really was done with dealing with guys her own age. The guys who liked her primarily for her looks really got put off by her geekdom. By contrast, the geek boys her age didn’t really know how to handle her beauty, and they tended to put her up on pedestals, and not treat her like a human being. She’d told me she knew what it felt like to be ‘objectified from both ends,’ and that she didn’t much care for it.
Don’t get me wrong – I was definitely intimidated by her charisma at first, but after a bit, all that sort of faded into the background, and in addition to being fuck buddies, we were actual buddies as well. It really only took us a couple of weeks to get to that point, too, although I suppose that was also amped up by the fact that we were still technically in quarantine at that point and not supposed to leave the house unless it was for a very good cause.
It definitely helped that we each had huge gaps in our nerd knowledge that the other filled up nicely. We both had decent amount of insight into the worlds and lore of Warhammer 40k, but I hadn’t realized she’d taken her OnlyFans name from the Dragonriders of Pern books, and she hadn’t recognized the tattoo on the back of my right shoulder of Bearclaw from ElfQuest.
We also enjoyed trading other forms of entertainment, as she introduced me to Amy Winehouse and I introduced her to DragonForce. (We found the perfect mesh right in the middle with Beyond The Black a couple of weeks later, a band neither of us had known about beforehand.)
It was two weeks into our storybook romance, when we were out in the back yard, doing some drone runs out across the park, that Lyssa caught me off-guard. “As much as I love having you all to myself, Benjamin, we need to start talking about what kind of woman I should be looking for to bring in to join us,” Lyssa said, as I nearly dropped the drone’s controller into the pool. “Easy there. We have plenty of time, and we are in no rush, but I want to make sure whoever I bring in next is going to be someone you won’t mind having around.”
“I don’t want to kick up a fuss,” I told her as I brought the drone back over our house and slowly started lowering it down to land near our feet.
“Benjamin,” she said with a patient if slightly perturbed motherly tone I didn’t think she had in her. “It is not a fuss. It is what it is, and what it is is happening. You are going to have seven partners by the end of all of this. That is happening. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to, and darling, I assure you, I do not want to.”
“Well, it needs to be someone we can both get along with,” I told her.
“That goes without saying,” she said as she pulled me over towards the hot tub in the back yard. We didn’t have suits, but that didn’t really matter, as she stripped down to nothing, putting her clothes next to the towels we had out back. “Is age a high-important factor or a low one?”
“I’d say it’s a mitigating factor,” I told her as I moved to slide into the hot tub with a comfortable sigh. “But not an eliminating one. Take you, for example.”
“You have, several times, in several ways,” she giggled as she crawled into the hot tub on the opposite side as me, sliding one foot up to rub it along my lap lazily. “But do go on. I love to hear myself praised unprovoked.”
“You’re much more mature than your years would imply, Lyssa,” I told her. “You’re not caught up in celebrity gossip, or chasing TikTok trends. You’re not obsessed with the Kardashians or Love Island or whatever terrible ‘reality’ TV is out there. You’ll watch TV and movies with me, and yes, some of them are terrible, but you’re not afraid of sitting and reading a book for a while. Or painting miniatures. Or just going out for walks. You’re not a typical twenty-five-year-old. I don’t want to cross someone out because of their age for exactly that reason.”
“What about another geek girl? Too much, or just the right about?”
“I think if you wanted to bring another one in, that’s probably fine, but you should make sure you’re not just looking for carbon copies of yourself in different flavors,” I said to her. “Should I even ask what sort of punishment Merlin’s going to inflict on you if you don’t play his game?”
“Well, there’s a briefing video I’m supposed to show to every new addition, and I can’t tell you specifically what it is, but longer I go past the time allotted for me to find you your next partner, the harder it’s going to get for me to think, and the lower my standards are going to get. He calls it the ‘stop being picky’ clause,” she told me, her foot starting to rub along the inside of my thigh.
“I mean, I can’t control what Merlin did or does,” I laughed, even as I took her foot in my hands and started rubbing it, and she practically melted to my touch.
“Benjamin, you are too good to me,” she whimpered, leaning her head back. My foot massages have always been one of my strengths, but with Lyssa, they were a total disarming tool, leaving her completely defenseless. “I mean, I have a candidate in mind, but I worry that I might be taking the easy way out, especially since I would be eliminating North American from the pool, and so early. But I think you would like her a great deal.”
“A friend of yours?”
“More of a co-worker, one might say? She’s another OnlyFans creator, although she taps into a lot of the different parts of the nerd tribe than I do.”
“How so?”
“Most of my cosplay is western sci-fi focused, whereas she’s very much an anime/manga girl. You don’t strike me as that much of an anime guy, Ben.”
I let my fingers dig a bit more deeply into the bottom of her foot as I mulled that over. “I’ve watched most of the Gundam shows, so I don’t know if that’s fair to say or not.”
“But you wouldn’t say you’re into, say, One Piece or Naruto or Dragonball?”
“No, but I’m not opposed to it?”
“And you like smart girls, yes?”
“It might be, like, the only requirement I’m going to have in this whole thing,” I said with a laugh. “I mean, thank God Merlin didn’t have an intelligence range on his little chart, because I don’t know that I could handle getting paired up with a girl who thinks vaccines contain tracking microchips or something like that.”
“No Jessica Simpsons for you, understood. This girl wouldn’t qualify, though. She’s extremely clever and very well educated,” Lyssa said as she started to bring her foot down towards my crotch. “She’s in the process of becoming a doctor, so she could set up a practice anywhere once she graduates. Although convincing her to move away from her home might be a little trickier.”
“Why, where does she live?”
“Hawaii.”
I nodded. “That might be tricky indeed, but we can give it a go. How well do you know her?”
“We did a few scenes together at VidCon in a private hotel suite, so she and have I been intimate a few times,” Lyssa replied. “I think you’ll like her. She’s bubbly, outgoing, energetic.”
“How does she fit on Merlin’s chart?”
“Let’s see,” Lyssa said, going over it in her head. “North American, indigenous/Asian fifty-fifty split, brunette, short, athletic. She definitely wouldn’t fill the tall or stocky categories, but I think you’d really like her. She’s a second-generation geek as well, although her name will completely give that away.”
“Tanaka. Leia Tanaka.”
“Wait, like as in, Princess Leia?”
“I told you,” she giggled. “Second-generation geek strong. I can show you, well, I can show you a lot more than pictures if you like. I can show you our two scenes together. Only one of them’s on my page, the other is on hers, but she sent me a copy to watch on my own. They’re both pretty bloody hot.”
“And you think she’d be into me?”
“Ben, you are everything her ex-boyfriend was so not. You are self-effacing, you are humble, you are wise, and you are charming. He was loud, he was churlish, he was a braggart and he never had a moment’s kindness for anyone.”
“And she was with him because…?”
“Because she was young and foolish, and he was hot and edgy,” Lyssa sighed, rolling her eyes overdramatically. “Girls my age, we tend to sometimes be distracted by the shiny and wicked looking boys, only to forget that their general wickedness won’t cease when it comes to us. That no matter how confident we are in our wily ways, we cannot change men purely by the power of pussy, mighty though she be.”
That set me off laughing so hard my eyes started watering.
“So how do we go about scheduling a meeting?”
“Normally, I would say we simply wait until the next VidCon, but they’ve cancelled this year’s because of COVID and they’re generally in September or October, and I only have until early May to accomplish this goal. So that is right out. But I suppose I could arrange for her to fly here and meet us for some content. Or, we could go there, if you prefer.”
“You know, I’ve never been to Hawaii?”
“Me neither! What with COVID, we would have to be extra careful, but I think we should be able to travel there without too much concern if we mask up and travel safely. And it should be a nice chance for us to open up our experiences, get out of town for a bit. I feel like I’ve been cooped up for decades, and these last two weeks spent with you have been the highlight of my life. But I want to travel again, and I think if I told Leia we were coming to see her to shoot some content, she’d be ecstatic. I would wager I could even talk her into bed for you, without you having to say a single word.”
“What, you mean, like show up pretending to be a mute or something?”
“Nothing so dramatic,” Lyssa said. “Just a little reverse psychology. You be friendly, but appear completely focused on me to the point of adoration.”
“Not difficult,” I said, as I saw her starting to get out of the hot tub.
“But if I know Leia like I think I do, she will be itching to get some fresh stunt cock in her body, and the fact that you will seem so fixated on me will drive her competitive nature into overdrive, and I imagine she will do anything to get you into the scene with us. She strikes me as the kind of girl who cannot stand to be second place in anything. And once she’s in a scene with us, well, magic will do its part, and you will have a second partner.”
I started to get out with her, as I saw her looking back over her shoulder at me with a sly smile on her lips. “What’s that look?” I asked her.
“I was just wondering if you might want to star in a scene with me today for my subscribers,” she said sashaying her hips towards the house.
“I know you keep asking me to do this, Lyssa, but I’m still a bit nervous about it,” I told her, although I could tell from that mischievous look in her blue eyes that I wasn’t going to hold out for long. She could be incredibly persuasive when she wanted to me.
“I need to make new content, baby, and you can hold the camera the entire time, so you can control what people do and don’t see of you,” she said playfully, flipping her hair back over one shoulder. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you, but I think you’ll find it a lot of fun…”
“Okay,” I told her, as we headed into the house. “As long as you let me review it before you post it, then I suppose there’s no reason for me to say no, is there?”
“That’s the spirit!” she giggled before turning to kiss me on the lips, a tender yet firm and affectionate bit of contact. She pulled me along and brought me to one of the unused spare bedrooms in the house, one where we’d set up a spare bed, just in case we eventually did get guests dropping in. “Now, I want you to go in and lay down in the bed, pretend like you’re asleep, but have your cellphone camera pointed at the door. Got it?”
“What role am I playing?”
“I’m your little sister’s best friend, and she’s letting me crash at your place for the weekend, but she didn’t tell you, because I’ve always had a crush on you…”
I roll my eyes a little bit, but I give her a little shrug, and she lets me head into the bedroom, mostly dry from the hot tub, but still completely naked, as I headed into the sparsely decorated room and crawled into bed.
The windows looking outside of the house were tinted just enough that it could easily pass for early morning, or near dusk. I set the phone so that it was on the nightstand, pointed toward the door, but could easily see the bottom half of the bed.
Sure enough, the door slowly opened and Lyssa, sorry, Menolly stepped into the room wearing a white t-shirt that barely covered her tits, leaving her stomach exposed, and a pair of white cotton panties that almost gave her a sort of girl next door look to her, her blonde hair pulled up into a very lazy looking ponytail, although she’d done her make up to apply what she called her ‘glamour face.’
She tiptoed across the room, staggering a little bit, as if she was pretending she was drunk, wandering in and coming over to the bed before crawling in, as if she didn’t see me, moving into the bed before sort of snuggling her ass back up against me.
I knew my part to play, so I did what I was supposed to. “Menolly, what the hell are you doing?”
“Oh my God,” she whimpered, “Jax, is this your room? Molly said I should just crawl into a bed and, like, sleep it off…”
I’ve never understood why all the men in these kinds of things were named Jacks, Jax, Jack or Jackson, as if there was one singular role we were all supposed to be following, but Jax it was, and the role of Jax I would play.
“Menolly, there’s like, half a dozen other rooms you could go sleep it off in,” I said to her, tilting the camera to show she was snuggling up against me, draping her arm over my chest, and one thigh over one of my legs.
“But you’re waaaaaaaaaaarm,” she whined, “and I’m so coooooold. Can’t I just snuggle against you for a bit until I warm up?”
“I guess,” I said, “but don’t wake me up. I’m trying to sleep.”
I had the camera pointed perfectly down the bottom half of me, and it was clear that Lyssa’s hand was starting to move underneath the covers, and finally she just pushed the covers away to reveal my throbbing cock inside of her hand, as she gently stroked me.
“Oh my gawd, Jax, do you sleep naked?”
“I sleep by myself, Menolly, and it’s fucking hot out. What do you want from me?” I muttered groggily, trying to play the part of a guy just woken up to find his little sister’s best friend with her hand around his dick. “Are you seriously jacking me off right now?”
“I will do a lot more than that if you will let me,” she purred at me, cranking up her posh tones like she did when she was on camera. I was told that highly refined, upper-class British babe stylings had added a bunch more subscribers when she’d first really cranked it up, so she’d done her best to keep with it, and that only increased her appeal. “Will you let me, Jax?”
“I, uh, I guess, Menolly… If that’s what you really want,” I said, not even intending to stutter, just sort of doing so in the moment.
“I have wanted you from the moment your sister first introduced me to you a few years ago, Jax,” she purred as she kicked off her panties and slowly moved to straddle my thighs, still stroking my cock in her hands. “I was just eighteen, and wearing that uniform they made us wear at Saint Enoch’s, with my grey skirt and my skimpy white shirt and my yellow and red stripey tie, and I could tell you were thinking such inappropriate things about me, and wanting to ruin me in such intense ways… I am twenty-one now, meaning all of this is just two consenting adults, doing exactly what they want to…So if you are asking me, do I want to fuck you?” She lifted her hips up and used her hands to position my cock right at her opening before she lowered herself slowly down on it, letting a cute little whimper escape her lips as she bit her bottom lip, holding still for just a moment, before resuming spreading her thighs wider, sliding my cock deeper inside of her until she was nearly at the base of me. “I do. And I am going to. But you mustn’t get too loud, or your sister will hear us… But Jesus Mother Mary and Joseph, do you feel big inside of my tiny little pussy…”
I’d asked Lyssa about her body count a few days after she’d come into my life, which was something I probably shouldn’t have done, but she’d told me it wasn’t important and didn’t answer me with a number. Despite the fact that I knew she had had plenty of sexual partners before me, she was still incredibly tight, and that was no lie, to the point where it was genuinely very intense for both of us, because her walls were clinging to me when she pushed up and down on my cock, to the point where I could even see a little of her pink threatening to turn inside out when she pulled my shaft mostly out, although she’d told me privately that the sensation was exquisite for her, and she hoped she never loosened up too much around me.
“Menolly, what if my sister found out?” I hissed at her in a sharp whisper, which was funny, because I don’t have a sister, but as I learned when I did improv back in college (and, let’s be honest, who didn’t do improv back in college), the ground rule is ‘commit to the bit.’
“Then I would have to tie her up and make sure she learned not to say anything that would disrupt my fun, because I am never giving this fucking cock up… baby, you are mine, and mine until I die from having a heart attack on this cock… I will die on this… yeah…. Yeah… oh my God… you feel so fucking marvelous… Perfect…”
She had this perfect way of leaving her hair half-curled in front of her face, as her bright blue eyes fixated on me, a wicked little girlish giggle rolling from her lips in between shivers and shudders, her fingers toying with the little silver piercing in her belly button.
“I’ve dreamed about this since we first met. You stretching out my tight little pussy, any way I could get you to do it…. Oh fuck… I tried shortening my skirt… tying my top off beneath my tits… bending over and flashing you my arse in a tiny thong… and you never made a move, never laid a hand on me… so I had to do it my fucking self… now I’ve got you right where I fucking want you… fucking me… stretching open my little tummy… fuck, that’s it…”
My hands slid up to try and settle on her hips but she pulls them up and makes me cup her perky tits, her pink nipples as hard as rocks against my touch, and she shivers hard when I strum them, and at one point we bump the table the camera’s on and both start laughing as we have to stop and reset the camera, and I know she’ll edit that out before she posts it.
She leans in and kisses me hard, giggling into my face. “I’m so glad you’re into this… now, back into it…”
I grin as she moved to get back into position, trying to pick up the continuity once more. “God, Menolly, you are so fucking hot…”
“And you have such a nice cock, Jax… oh God… the hell with your sister… she can fuck off and die if she gets between me and this cock again…”
I tried to thrust my hips up against her as she bounced down, but she was much used to going longer runs than I was, because I could feel my orgasm threatening to overtake me, so I gave Lyssa a triple tap to her hip, to warn her I was getting close and she slowed the pace down a little before looking into my eyes, licking his lips.
“Jax, I am sorry, but I cannot let you go… you are going to have to let go inside of me… that’s … that’s what I want… Let go… you have to cum inside me… I won’t let you do it anywhere else… you have to give me the cream I want… you need to fill me up… breed me… I am done waiting… please… give it to me… let me have… I’m… shit… shit I’m actually cumming!”
Her cunt walls clamped down on me hard and there was no way I was going to do anything other than exactly what she asked for, as she leaned her head back and squealed, her hands clamped onto my shoulders, nails practically sunken into my flesh, as the two of us shared an intense orgasm that made my toes curl and made her start giggling feverishly in between frantic panting.
A few seconds later, she desperately reached up for the cellphone we’d been using to film everything and turned it off before leaning down, kissing me over and over and over again. “You bloody great dicked bastard… I’ve never cum with any other guy on camera before… I’ve cum loads by myself, and a couple of time with other girls, but never with a man… I think I’m still seeing bloody spots, you great git!”
I remember at the time thinking to myself how I was going to possibly explain all this to my parents, but around the time it go to where I was going to introduce my parents to my new family, Lyssa was easily the most normal one out of all of us, and that included me. But let’s not get ahead ourselves…
The next stop was us going out to Hawaii while the pandemic was still sort of underway…
Comments
Eric
Loving it so far!!! A fun sexy story
Gary Coleman
God, I had such a crush on Menolly (yes, I KNOW she was only a fictional character... shut up!) when I was in Jr. Hi. I also like how you brought in Jaxom too, who was the White Rider. I'm such a nerd 🤓 (and now I'm completely caught up, too, btw)!
