Love Ring Sorceress

Simon picks up his fork and maneuvers the pancake into his mouth. It’s as delicious as it looks, and it looks pretty damn good. There might be some bias, given that it was his beautiful wife that did the cooking, but he likes to think it’s just objective fact that his wife makes the best pancakes in the world.

Linda laughs, which startles him and almost makes him drop the fork. “You make the same face when we’re fucking.” She opens her mouth in an exaggerated ‘O’ to show him what he looks like.

“Oh I do, do I? And what do you like?” he points the pancake-covered fork at her.

“Like this,” she says, sticking her tongue out and letting drool accumulate. “Fuck me harder, Simon. Uh uh uh. Yeah that’s it baby.”

“Very funny, but if you keep that up, I’m going to take you up on the offer.” He chomps down on the breakfast.

“And then you’d be late for work.”

“I don’t even want to imagine what the boys would do without me. They’d probably sell off the entire stock for half of what’s it worth.” He had settled down into being a merchant now, of all things. Part and parcel of married life was that he didn’t want to get into as many fights as he could. He has someone worth preserving his life for now. He still trains every weekend just to keep in shape, but his adventuring days were long behind him.

“Hah. And I probably shouldn’t be late for the opening ceremony either.” Linda had pursued a more artistic career, playing the harp at big occasions for the village. And the opening of a new restaurant was just one such that required bards like her to make it seem more grandiose than it is.

“A shame.”

“A real shame.”

They look at each other. Simon thinks of his past self, of how he had so desperately desired this woman, and he finds it heartening that his love and lust for her hasn’t dwindled, and that the same holds true for her.

He’s just about to lean in and kiss her when he hears a knock on the door.

“Help! Mr. Simon, Mrs. Linda, help! A sorceress is attacking the village!” A boy’s voice cries out. From the sound of it, it’s David, the neighbor’s kid.

“David, that you? Be right out.”

Simon and Linda share another look, this one much more serious.

“Don’t even think about it,” he tells her.

“What? Of course I’m going.”

“And risk our son’s life?”

He points to her swollen belly.

“I can still fight. I’ll just have to be more careful about it,” she says, but he knows she knows that it’s foolish.

“I’ll be more than capable of taking her down by myself.”

“Will you? A magic-wielder is always dangerous. There’s no guarantees.”

“I will,” he says resolutely. She seems unwilling at first to accept his confident declaration, but he stares her down.

He tells her to stay and enjoy the rest of breakfast and departs to the storeroom to pick up his gear. The plate and shield is meticulously clean, no signs of rust. And the blade is well-oiled. He hadn’t given up on the gear-care their old instructors had drilled into them. Just for such a scenario like this. And finally he picks out the ring, that old relic of his pre-Linda life. He puts it on his hand under the gauntlet he had donned.

Once he’s fully equipped, he heads out and sees an out of breath David resting in front of his house.

“Boy, take me to the sorceress,” he tells the lad. David nods and leads him into the village center. He sees the effects of her presence before he sees her. Fire and smoke from the roofs of several buildings, carts turned into giant ice cubes, elemental effects. Fair enough, he’s dealt with those kinds before.

When he enters the square proper, he has to immediately dodge a fireball.

“Hahaha. Nice reflexes, dolt. But can you dodge this?” the witch cackles and holds up her hands with fireballs forming in her palms. She’s lobbing her balls of fire at everything and anything.

Fortunately he doesn’t have to. He holds up his ward-shield in front of him and deflects the projectile to the side. David takes the opportunity to scram, but he holds resolute. Simon darts under another fireball and leap up at the witch, aiming to strike her down. She however is agile as well and maneuvers herself out of Simon’s reach.

The two engage in a short dance, resulting in a few close calls and some singed hair for Simon and a few nicks on her side.

Simon readies himself for another lunge when he realizes he’s being an idiot. He took the ring for a reason. Doing anything but ending this quickly is just endangering himself and the good people of this village.

He removes his gauntlet and shove the ring and its pink gem into the sorceress’ view. She looks down at it and her eyes flash pink as well, hearts decorating their surface for a moment before returning to normal.

“Oh!” she exclaims. “If I had known this backwater village had such a stud as you living in it, I would have come here ages ago.” She quenches the fireballs she was forming and leans over suggestively, baring her barely-clad tits to him.

“I’m afraid I’m taken,” he says reflexively, before realizing that might not be a good idea.

“Oh? Not a problem. I’ll just kill her and we can be together instead.”

“Don’t do that!” he commands, and the ring’s power makes her obey.

“Hmm, well I suppose I can entertain a triad. Room enough for two ladies in your life, lover boy?”

He’s about to tell her no, as he’s faithful to his wife, but something holds him back. Maybe it’s that part of him that originally used the ring on Linda without knowing she loved him without it. Maybe it’s the humongous tits in front of him. Maybe it’s just something primal and inherent to man.

He doesn’t tell her no. He says he’ll think on it.

“First, put out those fires.”

She does so, casting some water spells. It doesn’t take long before the inferno has quelled. Before anyone else can investigate, he orders her to follow him back to his house.

“Oh, so commanding. I like that in a man.” She sidles up to him, her tits bobbing up and down as they walk back home. It’s plenty distracting, but he manages to hold steady and tells her to keep to herself for now. "You know, I came to this village looking for a rare relic I sensed, but it looks like you're the bigger catch by far." Simon blanches at the thought of attracting this dangerous woman and nearly getting people killed, but... there's nothing to be done about it. He ignores the thought for now and directs her to just keep following him.

They enter his kitchen and his wife jumps up from her seat in alarm.

“Stop! I’ve subdued her,” he tells her, calming her down.

“Oh I’ll say. He’s quite the dominant man, your husband.”

“Enough of that. Be still and don’t listen to what I’m about to say for the next five minutes.” The command goes into effect and the sorceress stands stock-still, removed from the action.

“Simon?” his wife asks wonderingly.

“It’s…” he starts to explain before petering out. He’s often though about telling her about the ring that old shopkeeper had gifted him, the little relic that had set his life on this wonderful path. But he’s always failed to do so. Something in him has held him back. Fear most likely. But here he is, with this sorceress, and he can’t just let her go. Sure he technically can just say, ‘I don’t love you’, but then she’ll return to her blasting ways in their kitchen nonetheless.

But he can’t just keep her, can he? He’ll have to explain to his wife that he’s had such a relic all this time. And she’ll wonder if he’s ever used it on her. It could tear apart their relationship.

“Simon?” his wife asks again.

He’s just not sure what to do. He looks outside the kitchen window and tries to find inspiration. Should he tell her about it? Or should he try to make up some story? Or something else?