Morgana's Gift Pt. 12

"It's another name for Merlin," Kevin sighed. "After I realized I was dealing with the real Morgana La Fey and Merlin, I did as much reading about the two of them as I could, and let me tell you, that is an utter pain in the ass. Like I was saying last night, the two of them are such popular figures in mythology, and there's so many interpretations of them all across the board, none of which are in line with any of the others. The only thing that seemed to be consistent across the board is that they're both somewhat of tricksters and while they'll adhere to the letter of any deals made, they'll also try and find as many loopholes in those deals as they can, not out of malice, but out of the joy of outwitting someone and getting the better end of the deal."

"There he is over there!" Miriam said, pointing out the car window, but Kevin couldn't bring himself to slow, much less stop, the car. "Damn, I am certain that I saw him."

"That doesn't surprise me," Kevin replied. "He strikes me as the kind of man who likes to keep an eye on his games while they're running." The car slowly moved to park in a spot marked "Mister Bishop" not far from the Blue Sky Tank, which was filled with water for filming some sort of sci-fi film where it looked like a red metallic ship was floating atop an ocean, a strange skyline with pink clouds and three suns in sunset behind it, although only part of the ship had been built, enough for the shot but not much more past that in either direction, clearly the rest of the craft going to be filled in with CGI. There were three figures sitting atop of it, as a camera crew filmed them, one man, one woman and one character that looked like it was going to be CG'd in later, a combination of green balls and sticks, their backs turned to the camera, looking at the sunsets.

Kevin and Miriam got out of the car and started walking away from the Blue Sky Tank, Kevin's feet still moving entirely on their own without his plan or consent. "Wonder what they were filming back there?" Miriam said to him. "The craft design looked very unique."

"I think it said something about a storm on the back of one of the seats, but I didn't take a good look at it," he told her. "The last thing I want to do is disrupt someone's filming, although I have a feeling that's going to happen here, no matter what my intent is."

"Well, you're about to be the biggest flame to women ever any minute now," she said with a soft laugh. "So I'd say your intent matters for jack and shit." She glanced around. "Where the hell are we going?"

Kevin felt his feel slowly come to a stop as he looked up, finding himself underneath the Paramount Studios water tower. He glanced up and muttered beneath his breath in a singsong rhythm, "there's baloney in our slacks..."

"That was the Warner Bros. Watertower, Kev," Miriam said with a grin.

"I never would've pegged you for an Animaniacs fan."

"Everyone's an Animaniacs fan, Kevin," she said. "What are we doing here?"

"It's..." Kevin glanced around, noticing heads were starting to turn his way from the distance. Nobody close by, nobody right on top of him, miles and miles of distance between him and any woman who wasn't his bodyguard. "It's starting. Take a look."

There were women on the edges of his vision, nothing more than ants in the distance, but they were starting to make their way over towards the two of them. It was different than the first time. It wasn't sudden and there wasn't an immediate rush of people. The first time had been like being in the middle of a zombie horde movie. The second time, it was like being a paranoid 1970s spy thriller, where anyone anywhere could suddenly be holding a gun in his direction.

He wasn't sure if it was better or worse.

Kevin wasn't sure which direction he should be going, so he simply started walking, and quickly, with Miriam at his side.

The chase felt different too, as he didn't feel compelled to go as fast as possible. It wasn't about running; it was about evading. But no matter how he moved, no matter where he went, knew in the end, he wasn't going to escape, he wasn't going to get away. This was a game he was scheduled to lose each and every time.

Except the one time he didn't.

This wouldn't be that one time.

He scurried into one of the soundstages and was glad to find that nobody was filming today. It was built up to resemble the lobby of a hotel, with couches scattered around, and an impressive front desk that looked like it was rigged to explode, although the actual pyrotechnics weren't deployed, just places for them to be put. Kevin almost wished he could take the time to explore, but he needed to keep moving. It was odd, knowing that each of the walls was just an illusion, and that stepping around to the other side of them would reveal exposed wood.

Kevin moved across the fake lobby and was hoping to run across to the other side, but as he was passing by the edge of the lobby set, a pair of hands reached out and grabbed him suddenly, pulling him over to one side.

"Got you!" a younger woman laughed, pushing him to sit his ass down on a couch with a quick 'oof!'

He got a glance of the woman seeing a second woman coming to join her. The younger woman looked like she was in her early twenties, a little mousy, wearing contemporary fashion - slacks and a button-up red silk blouse, but the look seemed uncomfortable, like she wasn't entirely familiar with how it should all fit together, brown hair pulled into a ponytail and green eyes behind bright red librarian styled thick rimmed glasses, a thin chain with a golden cross hanging around her neck. "Hello?" Kevin said, as Miriam moved to stand alongside the couch.

"You got him, Ellie," a second woman said, a sharp contrast to the mousy woman. She was tall, bold, blonde and strident, and whereas the mousy woman seemed awkward in her fashion, the taller woman made the fashion work for her, inhabiting the latest fashions with a confidence that controlled the entire room. She wore her hair long, her silver shirt open enough to show off a dark black lacey bra on display, the skirt high with long leather boots running up to mid thigh. "I don't know how you did it, but you got him."

"Yes, Miss Bassini," Ellie giggled. "I figured he didn't have far to go, so if he came this way, we'd nab him."

"I did agree that if you got him, you could have us use him as you wanted," Miss Bassini said. Kevin recognized Lily Bassini, one of the biggest movie stars working today, taking on loads of dangerous and daring roles, getting another Oscar nomination - her fifth, only one of which she'd won - for her most recent film, written and directed by Aaron Sorkin. "So what are we doing?"

"First and foremost, Lily, you are going to sit the fuck down," Ellie said, shoving Lily down onto the couch next to him, the blonde's eyes widening suddenly. "You have pushed and shoved me around nonstop since I became your assistant seven months ago, running me fucking ragged, so I'm going to make sure this man runs you just as fucking ragged."

"Now Ellie, I'm not sure-" Lily started to say before Ellie reached out and slapped her, the sound of her fingers striking Lily's face ringing like a clap of thunder in the quiet sound lot. The hit was certainly not all that hard, but it was more than enough to shock the blonde, whose mouth dropped open wide, unable to find words.

"No room for uncertainty, you wicked bitch," Ellie said to her. "I have listened to your shit about the smallest and pettiest of perceived offenses each and every day since you brought me on. Your coffee wasn't hot enough, or it was too hot, or it didn't have the right amount of cream or sugar in it, and you were inconsistent about it the whole time."

Miriam laughed a little bit, but as soon as Ellie's wheeled to look at her, his bodyguard raised her hands in mock surrender.

"You have constantly mocked my appearance, insulted my style and yet whenever I have asked you for help, you have scoffed at it," Ellie told Lily, shoving a fingertip in her face the entire time. "Since you have given me free rein for this, with no consequences for my actions during it, I intend to fucking use that to show you what a hellacious bitch you've been, not just to me, but to your coworkers, your exboyfriends and just generally anyone who's ever had the unfortunate circumstance to ever come into your orbit, you vacuous cunt."

Lily's eyes were as wide as full moons in the night sky, and Kevin couldn't help but feel he was caught up in someone else's drama.

"Your last boyfriend, Kurt? He came crying to me, asking if he was the problem or if you were, and because I worked for you, I couldn't tell him how much you'd been manipulating him for months, just for the sake of a promotional tour," Ellie sneered. "Yank up that skirt and show this fine specimen of a man just what a slut you are."

Lily didn't seem to have a bone of resistance left in her, so she reached down and started tugging the silver skirt up to her waistline, revealing her uncovered, completely bare snatch, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, looking all the world genuinely nervous.

"See that? She can't even wear panties to the set," Ellie said, leaning over Lily, reaching a hand down to grind her slender fingers hard against the blonde's twat. "She likes the crew to smell the scent of her dripping cunt whenever she's around. Because she's a fucking cocktease. Isn't that right?"

Lily nodded from behind hooded eyes, as if a child caught in a lie by a parent.

"If you're lucky, I'll let him fuck you a bit, but first, he's got a more important person to drill," Ellie said, her hands unbuttoning her slacks. "Me. Get over here." Ellie was positioning herself at the edge of the couch, leaning just ever so slightly over the arm of it, her face almost right in line with Lily's. "I want her to see my face while you fuck me."

Kevin stood up, looking over at Miriam, who looked like she could explode into giggles at any moment, then moved to stand behind Ellie, who was unceremoniously shoving her slacks and a flimsy black thong down to her knees. She thrust her ass back in his direction, wiggling it a bit, so Kevin moved to get his cock out, only somewhat stiff.

"You need a bit more of a show to get that weapon ready?" Ellie said, glancing back. "Okay then. Slut, get your tits out for him. Let him see those breasts that you've steadfastly refused to show on camera no matter how much fucking money they've been willing to throw at you."

"But Ellie," Lily said. "They've got cameras on."

"And they can do whatever the fuck they want to with what they're recording," Ellie taunted into Lily's face. "How does that make you feel?"

Lily's eyes rolled back into her head as she moaned carnally, so much so that Kevin thought she might be having an orgasm. "Out of control," the blonde finally forced herself to say.

"And what did you tell me your number one turn on was?" Ellie laughed.

"Being out of control," Lily moaned again, this time just a moment before Ellie leaned in and kissed her, the blonde reticent at first before getting very much into the moment, her hands reaching down to try and unbutton her shirt before growing frustrated, just ripping the last few buttons open, then unclasping the front of her bra, letting those massive breasts of hers spring free, at least C cups but maybe even Ds or even Es, they were so generous.

Kevin couldn't help but feel his cock surge as he watched one of Ellie's hands reach down and heft up one of Lily's large tits, as if making sure he got a good look at it, the rosy pink nipple like a pencil eraser, so stiff and firm.

Ellie broke from the kiss to look back at him, a maddened smile on her lips. "What are you waiting for? C'mon and fuck me, stud. Or should I call you Daddy?"

This was clearly going to be his Midas Day encounter for the month, so he decided to simply go along with the flow and enjoy the moment, the smile on Miriam's face even as she moved around, trying to capture as much of the scene as she could with the GoPro hanging around her neck. He lined the head of his dick up against Ellie's pussy and pushed forward, finding her more than ready for him, her tiny body leaning back onto him, making sure he didn't skimp on how deep the thrust was going to be, because clearly she wanted it balls deep.

"Fuck you feel good," Ellie moaned at him. "But I need you to pull out, just for a minute."

"What?" Kevin asked.

"Just fucking do it, alright?!"

He shrugged a little bit, sliding his dick out from within her wet folds as Ellie grabbed him and pulled him over around towards the front of the couch, as Lily's eyes focused on the sight of his wet cock in front of her.

"That's it, you bitch," Ellie said to Lily. "You're going to get a taste of his dick, but only now that it's got my cunt all over it." She grabbed Lily's shoulders and shoved her off the couch and down onto her knees as the blonde's hands reached up to grab his shaft, making sure it was aligned, because Ellie kept pushing, forcing the actresses head onto his cock until he could feel the head of it lodged against the back of her throat, seeing her cheeks puff a little bit in slight panic, her airway blocked off, which Ellie kept her at for a long moment before pulling her head back, letting the blonde suddenly wheeze and gasp for lungfuls of desperate air. "You want more of it, don't you, cunt?"

"I do, Ellie," Lily said, nodding frantically. "You know I do."

"Well, get used to disappointment," Ellie laughed, tugging Lily back up onto the couch. "If you're a good little whore, maybe I'll let you have sloppy seconds, but he's gonna fuck me first, and you're gonna suck his cum out of my snatch."

Kevin moved back to his position behind Ellie, the small woman's glare telling him where he was supposed to be without her even saying so, and moments later, he was thrusting back inside of Ellie's pussy, feeling her shiver and quake around him.

"Fuck he's so good, Lil," Ellie taunted. "Such a big fat daddy dick in my tight young pussy... I've fucked like half of your ex-boyfriends you know. Fuck, that's it, harder, daddy. They come to me, after you've thrown them away like expired milk, and they just need someone to comfort them, to tell them it wasn't entirely their fault, so I've fucked so many goddamn Hollywood A-listers, but none of them ever fucking stay. I make them feel better, I give them a fucking hole to dump their sadsack sperm into and then they go away, back to hunt more starlet snatch instead of staying with me, a woman who might give a shit about them or their lives..."

Lily was rubbing her own twat now, her fingertips jamming against her clit even while Ellie talked down to her, their faces only inches apart, Ellie taking a kiss from the blonde every now and again.

"God, I can't wait to feel you cumming inside of my pussy," Ellie said, looking back to Kevin, drawing him back into the moment. "I'm gonna make her lick it out of me, and if she's doing a good enough job at it, I'm gonna let you fuck her bitch brains out while she's doing it. But only if she's doing a good job." Ellie swatted her fingers against Lily's face again. "I think that's fair, don't you, cunt?"

"Yes, Ellie," Lily whimpered in eager desperation. "Very fair."

"C'mon, Mister Man, Mister Big Daddy Dick," Ellie said, lowering her head down, her ponytail threatening to completely fall out of the scrunchy. "Hammer it into me and make me take your cum. That'll make cum so fucking hard myself... make this whore even more jealous..."

Miriam wiggled her eyebrows in Kevin's direction, almost daring him to do it, so he shrugged and with one hand grabbed Ellie's ponytail and gave it a sharp yank, forcing her head to lift back up as the most carnal moan he'd ever heard in his entire life erupted from this tiny creature, the most wanton and sexual plea for more he could've imagined, as he shoved his dick hilt deep into her spasming snatch, feeling her body bloom into overwhelming orgasm without hesitation, every muscle inside of her clenching and squeezing, and at the suddenness of the multitude of sensations, he found his own body giving way, as he started to count out on-tempo blasts of hot jizz inside of her slender body, one-two-three-four.

After the four count, he slumped forward a bit, feeling his orgasm subsiding as hers did as well, as she began to giggle, then laugh, looking back at him with tears in her eyes, such an intense emotional release that it seemed to overwhelm every floodgate in her body. "Holy motherfucking shit, I've never cum that hard from fucking anything," she laughed, unable to stop laughing, half a year of mental frustration all flowing out of her in that moment. "You still want him to drill you too, Lily?"

The blonde Oscar winner nodded shyly. "I'll do whatever you want me to if you'll let me get fucked by him, Ellie."

"You know what you have to do," Ellie said, sliding off his cock, moving around to sit down on the couch, and Lily couldn't get down onto her knees fast enough, but before she could get her face to Ellie's cunt, Ellie waggled a finger. "You can't expect him to crouch down that much to fuck you. Get on the footstool, so he can take you at his leisure."

Lily nodded frantically, pulling over a footstool before laying down on it in prone position, her face moving to rest between Ellie's thighs, as she started to lick the brunette's slit, catching the first few loose droplets of cum before diving right in, shoving her tongue into Ellie's cunt.

"Holy fuck, she must really want you to plow her, mister," Ellie said with a giggle. "But it's up to you. If you want to fuck her, you can. But you don't have to if you don't want to." Ellie gave him a playful wink before mouthing the words 'take her ass' to him.

Lily was wiggling her hips in his direction, and that infamous Hollywood ass was practically calling him, so he moved around to the back of the footstool, reaching down to give that ass a spank, hearing Lily moan throatily into Ellie's cunt in response.

Miriam stepped over, pulling a small bottle of lube from her bag, drizzling a bit onto his cock for him, reaching down to stroke it a little bit, leaning in to kiss him. "Aren't you glad I'm here keeping you safe?" she teased.

"You call this safe?" he joked back.

"Safe as houses. Now get in there and have a good time," she said with a laugh.

Kevin moved into place, reached down with both hands to pry those pale white cheeks apart to expose that pucker, and as soon as he pushed the tip of his dick against it, he could feel Lily trying to lean back into him, almost forcing him to impale her on his cock faster than he'd intended.

"Fuck yes yes yes yes fuck fuck how did you fucking know?" Lily howled. "How did you fucking know I wanted to be your anal whore? Do it! Drill my whore ass!"

"Your mouth isn't doing what it's supposed to b- OH!" Ellie said, scolding Lily like she was going to have him stop, only for Lily to dive face first into her muff once more, this time with even more enthusiasm and fervor than before, as if she would do just about anything to keep Kevin from stopping.

His hips did his best to a good tempo, but good lord, was Lily Bassini's ass tight. He set a sledgehammer rhythm, not able to push or pull too much, but trying to give as much force as he could, smacking his dick into her ass, making those toned cheeks jiggle just a little still. But the sight of her continually eating his cum out of another woman, combined with the compressions she was giving around his shaft, he found himself cumming again before he knew it, and when he did, it set off an orgasm so intense in Lily that he was glad her face was shoved against Ellie's snatch because otherwise the shriek of pleasure might have drawn security guards from all over the studio lot.