Country Mage 2, page 21
“Are you kidding?” James said. “You would become just like everybody else. You’re great the way you are. I love everything about you.”
She blushed. “Thank you.” She walked over and bent down to kiss him on the lips. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”
His heart swelled at the words. “The only thing we need to do is make this place a little more lively. And we will start on that soon enough.”
Corinne looked up at him and smiled. “Really? That makes me feel a lot better.”
They continued talking like that for a while, with Corinne explaining that her father — and she — were part of a family that had owned the farmhouse here in Tour for the past four generations. Corinne was the fifth generation.
They had originally come from Mullaghmore in Ireland, descendants of a seventh son who stood to inherit nothing and journeyed to the United States to find his own path.
Considering Corinne’s freckled, pale skin and lively red hair, her Irish roots did not surprise James in the least. He could easily picture her walking down the rolling beaches of County Sligo with flowers in her hair, her soul alive with the primal beauty of the people of that beautiful corner of Irish land.
She also told him that the only other siblings that remained were brothers and sisters of her father. But they had all moved out of Tour, leaving the farmhouse in the care of her father as they traded the rustic life for the hustle and bustle of the city.
They spoke very little, although Corinne had done her best to keep in touch.
“They probably think I’m simple or something,” Corinne said. “And even if they don’t, what’s there to discuss? Their lives are so different from mine, and they care about such different things from what I care about…” She gave a shrug. “We would have nothing in common.”
“Well,” James said. “If that’s what they think, then I suppose they are the simple ones.”
She laughed. “Maybe,” she said.
“Look,” James said. “Don’t worry so much about what they think. You have to trust that people know to make the right choices for themselves. If they left Tour and moved to the city to submerge themselves in whatever they hoped the city might offer, then that was their decision. All you have to do is choose what’s right for you.” He sat back and studied her for a moment. “And I suspect you know what’s right for you.”
“You are,” she said, throwing him a wink.
He laughed. “Well, that too. But I’m talking about staying here — at the farm, doing the work your father did. Does it feel right?”
She considered his question for a moment before she nodded. “Yes,” she said.
“Then there’s your answer,” James said. “And what does it matter what other people think of you if you’re doing what feels right?”
She smiled, leaning back against the kitchen counter for a moment as the vegetables behind her boiled and the fries simmered in the pan.
“You know what?” she said. “You’re right.”
He grinned and nodded. “It’s something I only recently figured out. I used to worry about what my family thought — about what my father thought especially. But a while ago, I met with my family members to discuss the inheritance, and you know what? I found I didn’t care one bit about what they thought of me, even though I was sure they were calling me crazy in their minds for not caring about any of my father’s money. They can have it all. I’ll make my own fortune. I’ll carve out my own way.”
She smiled. “I admire that about you, James,” she said. “I hope to be more like that one day.”
“I think you will,” he said.
She raised her spatula. “Now, if you don’t mind, Mr. Beckett, I need a few minutes of total silence and peace while I dedicate my mind, my body, and my soul to the most important task of today.”
He chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”
She grinned. “The steaks.”
He laughed and relaxed in the chair as Corinne turned around to get to work on the steaks.
Corinne hadn’t been bluffing; she made a steak that came close to perfection — if perfection even existed at all.
James was silent as they ate, a tribute to how delicious Corinne’s cooking was. She understood exactly how to season the food, so it was neither too salty nor spicy or bland, and she used the perfect amount of herbs, so the meat was bursting with flavor. It was the kind of meal a man should want to enjoy every day.
Afterwards, they shared a bottle of wine from the cellar downstairs and sat in front of the fireplace, enjoying each other’s company and relaxing. The mood was peaceful and pleasant, and they spoke of their hopes, dreams, and ambitions for a while before turning to different topics.
“So,” Corinne said. “How are the magic studies coming along?”
“Pretty good, actually,” James said. “I’ve been learning new spells and new skills to go with them.” His eyes darted to the bowl of grapes Corinne had placed on the table for them to snack on. “Here, check this out.”
He took a grape from the bowl and focused on it. As Corinne watched, he harnessed his intent, willing fresh roots to grow from the seeds within the grape.
And when that familiar sensation rose in the back of his mind — slightly painful — he opened his eyes and spoke the words as he maintained his intent.
“Vantoda tod lefand.
“Herreasing, plantan. Lefan.
“Vantoda tod lefand.”
At once, the grapes stirred with light, with fresh roots — small and vulnerable still — poking out from the grape, seeking water to feed on.
Corinne’s eyes widened. “Wow, James,” she said. “That’s amazing!”
He nodded. “I learned this spell from a Dragonkin woman.”
Corinne raised a ginger eyebrow. “A… Dragonkin?” she asked. “Is that… Is that what I think it is?”
James chuckled. “Yeah,” he said. “It’s pretty much what it says on the cover. She’s a descendant of dragons.”
“And she… she lives around here?”
“In the woods,” James said. “And there are more like her — Dragonkin or Fae, just like the fox girl that used to have a taste for your chickens.”
She chuckled at that and nodded. “It’s so strange to imagine that there are all kinds of wondrous creatures practically living in my backyard. It kinda makes ya wonder.”
“Wonder about what?” James asked.
She gave a slight smile as she picked up her wineglass and sat down on the couch beside him, resting her head against his shoulder. “Well,” she began. “I reckon it makes me wonder if they are dangerous. I mean, I know there are dangerous things in the woods — wild animals and the likes. But the idea of intelligent, dangerous creatures… Now, that could be scary.”
“As far as I know, they’re all harmless,” James said. “They pose no threat to us humans at all. I think the closest thing to dangerous that I ran into was the fox girl, because she was after your chickens. And she bolted like a scared doe the moment she saw me.”
Corinne nodded. “Well, that’s a relief.”
He smiled and put his arm around her, but she grinned and recoiled a little. “I’m very smelly,” she said. “I need to take a shower before I can properly cuddle.”
James grinned and sniffed the air mockingly. “I don’t exactly smell like flowers after a hard day’s work either,” he said. “Come to think of it, I wouldn’t mind a shower either.”
She bit her lips as her green eyes shot up to meet his. “Well, Mr. Beckett,” she said. “I’m afraid that warm water in my humble abode is limited. I do have a boiler, but it shuts off after about half an hour.”
James placed his hand on Corinne’s bare thigh. “I guess that means we’ll have to shower together to conserve warm water.”
She pouted her lips, then covered her mouth in an overly theatrical fashion. “I guess it does,” she said.
With a grin, James hopped up from the couch, then extended a hand to pull Corinne to her feet.
“Come on,” he said. “I hope your shower is big enough for both of us.”
James followed Corinne upstairs. The farmhouse had a small bathroom on the top floor, and the old tiles and simple showerhead told James it needed renovation.
Still, it was kept clean and comfortable, and the air smelled fresh.
“Here we are, cowboy,” Corinne said. “It’s modest and simple, but it does the trick.”
“It’s perfect,” James said, pulling the curtain aside. He stepped inside and turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature so it was hot enough for a nice steaming shower.
When he looked over his shoulder, Corinne was already pulling off her tank top. She seemed a little self-conscious as her large breasts bounced free, the perky, pink nipples that crowned them already swollen and stiff.
A familiar surge of lust passed through James as he shot her an appreciative glance. “You’re beautiful, Corinne,” he said.
She grinned and threw the tank top at him before opening the buttons on her Daisy Dukes and wriggling out of them.
“You’re not so bad yourself, cowboy,” she said. “How’s the shower?”
He held his hand under the flowing water and nodded. “Looks like it’s warm.”
“Then let’s get to it,” she said. “Unless you’d rather take a cold shower?”
James grinned at her and pulled off his shirt. Next, he undid the belt and his jeans, shucked them off, and watched Corinne as she finished undressing.
She wriggled out of the tight Daisy Dukes, pulling her cute striped panties down along with them. The sight of her pretty pussy and the cute triangle of ginger pubic hair caused James’s cocked to rise to firm attention, tenting the boxers he still had on.
Corinne shot him a naughty glance. “Are you going to keep those on?” she asked, nodding at his boxer shorts.
He laughed, lowered them, and kicked them away. “Nope,” he said.
Corinne bit her lip as she studied his cock. “My, oh my,” she hummed. “I’m not sure the two of us will fit in the shower when you’re sporting that thing.”
He laughed. “There are ways to make it smaller,” he said, shooting her a wink.
She laughed as she kicked her Daisy Dukes with the panties still inside toward him. “Are you making indecent proposals, Mr. Beckett?” she asked.
“I’m only being practical,” he said and laughed.
She grinned and shook her head, then stepped forward until she was in front of him and placed her hand on his chest.
“I think you need a good scrubbing,” she said. “And I might shrub that mouth of yours while I’m at it.”
He grunted his approval at the sight of her toned naked body in front of him, then snaked an arm around her and gave her firm, round bottom a squeeze.
“You can certainly try,” he said. “But I’m pretty sure that you’re going to end up on your knees, and it’ll be your mouth that’s going to get scrubbed.”
She bit her lip at the dirty talk, then gently pushed him — past the curtain until his feet touched the warm water pooling on the floor and he felt the warm trickle on his back.
She joined him, her hand still on his chest, and her full lips sought his for a fiery kiss.
“Turn around,” she purred when she pulled back. “I’ll wash you…”
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James hummed with delight as Corinne’s slender but strong hands trailed his neck, lathering him up to wash away the grime and sweat of the day.
She worked her way down from his neck to his back, washing every inch of his skin as she occasionally kissed him or pushed her soft breasts up against him.
“Hmm,” he groaned. “Here’s another thing I would like to do every day…”
She chuckled as she pushed her delicious body against him. Her soft thighs brushed his, sending a burst of desire to his already rock-hard cock. With her full breasts poking against his back, she wrapped an arm around his waist, making it dip lower until her fingers brushed the tip of his rod, making it twitch with need.
“Oh my,” she purred teasingly. “He feels like he’s up to no good…”
James chuckled as she teased his cock with her fingertips. “If you tease him like that,” he said, “he certainly won’t be.”
Corinne laughed and rubbed herself against him again, then leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “Now that your back is clean, it’s time for your front,” she said.
James grinned and turned so he could watch her work, letting the hot water rinse off the soap on his back. His eyes were glued to the sight of her beautiful, toned body as she washed him. And as she worked, he grabbed the bottle of soap and squirted some over round, wet breasts.
She gave him a challenging look. He grinned as he placed both hands on her big tits and began spreading the soap.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she giggled before leaning in for a passionate kiss. As their tongues danced in the shower, James reached down and began squeezing her breast with one hand, while his other hand slid down between her legs.
“Ahh!” she gasped when his fingers brushed her plump pussy lips, causing her to arch her hips forward as he rubbed it with slow, gentle strokes of his forefinger.
Her hand found his cock again as she took in air with a hiss. She caressed it gently, making it buck before she wrapped her slender hand around it and began tugging his shaft, the tip pressed against her toned stomach.
“Hmm,” James groaned. “That’s it...”
As they continued kissing, James moved his finger faster, sliding it over her clit, while he brought his other hand up to play with her swollen nipples, winning a mewl of pleasure from her.
It was delicious, sharing each other like this under the warm shower. Corinne’s warm body was pressed against him, and he was touching her in all the right places, rubbing her where she needed it most.
His finger slipped inside of her, and Corinne moaned softly as he began to thrust it deeper inside her.
“James,” Corinne moaned. “I… I want to come again. It felt so good... when you made me come.”
The sound of her voice was music to James’ ears. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her right here in the shower, but he would please her and make her come first.
He moved his finger in and out of her slowly, pressing it deep, then withdrawing it to rub her swollen little clit. Corinne sighed with pleasure as she looked up at him, a smile on her lips as she continued tugging on his cock.
“Ahn,” she moaned when his finger touched her sensitive nub again. “That’s… That’s it, James.”
She squeezed his swollen shaft and gave a moan of desire. “God, I want to… I want to feel it inside me again. I want you to fill me up.”
With a groan of lust, James pushed Corinne up against the bathroom wall, her slender back against the tiles. She raised her long, lithe legs, letting him wrap his hands under her to lift her and pin her against the wall, her lower legs dangling over his arms.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Do it like that!”
His only reply was a lustful groan as he lined his throbbing shaft up with her slick heat. Then, without a word, he pressed himself against her and entered her pussy.
She was tight, and she moaned with delight as he parted her walls and entered her womanhood, claiming it once more for his own. He went in inch by inch, keeping her pinned against the bathroom wall, her arms wrapped around him as she moaned her pleasure into his ears.
Then, he lowered her, impaling her on his cock by her own weight.
Corinne let out a sharp cry and threw her head back as he sank balls-deep into her.
“Ooohh! James,” she purred, clutching him with all the strength in her body as he kept her pinned against the wall, pulled back, and thrust into her again. “That’s it, James!”
He held himself still for a moment, savoring the sensation of being deep inside her, her body trembling around him. Then he started moving in earnest, pounding hard and fast into her with powerful thrusts that had her moaning with delight.
He grunted with every move, his body straining against hers as he fucked her in the shower.
Already, his pleasure heightened. And whenever he looked into Corinne’s big, beautiful green eyes, his orgasm only drew nearer. She enjoyed his plowing with abandon, clinging to him like he was a buoy in the ocean, her body gathering itself as the height of her pleasure drew nearer and nearer.
Seeing her like this, her big breasts bouncing and her delicious body against his as the warm water of the shower trickled over his back was enough to make him come, but he didn’t want to yet.
He groaned as he pulled out, his cock popping free from her ready and wet pussy. She gave him a look of surprise as he lowered her feet to the ground with a controlled movement and spun her around as if she was a ballroom dancer.
When she realized what he was going to do, she gave a yelp of delight in anticipation.
“Oh God, James,” she moaned. “Yes! Please give it to me!”
With her back to him, he pushed her against the tile wall of the bathroom once more, pinning her in place as he lined up his shaft, dripping with both their juices, with her eager pussy. This time, he eased right in, and Corinne gave a deep moan of delight as he began thrusting.
At the same time, he wrapped his hand around her slender waist and dipped down until his fingers found her sensitive clit.
“Ahhn! Yes!” she cried out as he began rubbing her little nub, and she tightened in his embrace at once, leaning into his furious lovemaking and surrendering to his touch.
Soon, Corinne was riding the crest of an orgasm, moaning in ecstasy as she came on his cock, her body tightening and releasing as she shook with pleasure.
In the throes of her orgasm, her pussy clamped on his cock, milked it with a fiery need, and James was unable to contain himself any longer.
