Split Second Decision (Complete) [Time Stop] - Swallows999

John had made a mistake in stopping time, he knew that now.

As an adventurer, John was perhaps one of the most talented mages of his time, graduating from the esteemed King’s College of Wizardry (Go Lionfins! We bleed red and gold!) with a concentration in fire evocation. That was, of course, to pay the bills by blasting monsters and bounties to bits with a well placed fireball. Alas, the truth was that he simply had no particular interest in it. His parents would have killed him if he came out with a useless degree like bardic history.

While attending school he also studied his true passion: magical time manipulation, a secret skill that he downplayed often, but was the most potent and dangerous of his kit. He could divine countless futures, though it would drive him mad. A freshly hunted hare could rapidly sour into a rotten carcass. With a touch, he could revert a freshly minted battleaxe into an unworked hunk of iron, as if a smith had never laid their hands on it. Most importantly, he could cease the flow of time entirely for everyone but himself… for a short while anyway.

While he was learning the delicate art of temporal magic, he was only able to perform some minor mischief. A quick peek under an elf maiden's robes during supper, revealed exactly how she manicured the hair kept above her pristine pussy. An alchemically-induced wardrobe malfunction stripped a poor witch completely naked for a split second that stretched into a minute so that John could memorize every little detail of her beautiful nude body. Then, of course, there were the numerous enlightening expeditions into the women's change rooms in between Ladies Wizarding-Ball matches. It was perverted, lewd, and would absolutely get him banished into the black Abyss if he were ever caught, but such was the nature of magic.

As graduation neared, a chance encounter changed everything.

Agora was everything he was not: a fiery, prideful woman of the sword, a rough and tumble sort that fought hard and loved her friends harder. A demihuman with orc blood, she had a fiery red mane of hair, freckles and short tusks that jutted up past her bottom lips. She stood almost a head taller than him with a toned, powerfully built body and thick, muscular arms that could (and very often did) swing a claymore with one hand.

John first encountered her when he was leaving class; the school was suddenly raided by their sports rival, the Queen’s Academy of Steel and Shot (Boo Razorbeaks!) and Agora had tackled him to the ground whilst wielding a horn of blue paint with a menacing, mischievous grin.

“Hey cloth-y, magic your way out of this!” She had shouted with glee before dumping the paint on his face (a delicious aquaberry based one) and throwing a fistful of sparkle dust. “Smell you later cutie, Razorbeaks, yeah! Hoot! Hoot!” With a devious cackle, she disappeared just as quickly as she had crashed into his life. Through the entire ordeal, John was mesmerized by her beauty, her temperament, the way she carried herself. What a woman! He had thought through the entire ordeal; the wizard could have very easily “magic-ed” his way out of the situation, were he not so distracted.

Now, here he was two years later, standing before her again in a backwater tavern.

He had instinctively stopped time, unsure of the reason why. It took a great deal of energy to do so and he generally reserved it to preserve his life in the face of mortal danger, but John couldn’t let this moment slip through his fingers again, to see this beautiful woman in all her glory.

Agora was with her adventuring party: there was an obscenely dressed elf woman, barely covered with flowing bits of black cloth adorning her brown-skinned body. The tips of her knife ears were painted white and various daggers and dirks dangled dangerously from her belt. Next was a female dwarf, resting on a mighty crossbow that was almost the same size as her. She had plumes of wild, braided brown hair, fitted with beads and jewelry, a hearty laugh frozen on her lips.

It was really just a simple matter of clearing his head, that would make this all better. Just blow his load and his mind would be sharp and alert.

John approached the trio while unfastening his belt and taking his big, growing cock in hand. He had dreamt of meeting this mysterious half-orc girl again, planned to make a quip about their previous encounter and maybe even offer to work together to vanquish a great evil, but now that he was face to face, all of it seemed to melt away.

First, he slid his cock into the dwarf’s mouth and closed it, letting the warm hole suckle gently on his member while he began thrusting slowly. John brushed his finger across Agora’s battle-scarred cheek, pushing away an errant hair. He hummed in approval, feeling the surprisingly soft skin and wondered if she had changed at all. The dwarf girl’s eyes continued to squint and stare ahead, even though John’s fully erect penis was firmly lodged down her gullet. She gurgled and coughed helplessly, her throat flexing and fighting back the meaty offering even when time was stopped.

The perverted sorcerer continued fucking her face, eliciting a squish and gagging noise whenever he pressed balls deep into the short woman’s mouth. With a low grunt, he pulled back until just the tip of his cock was locked between her lips and came, coating the dwarf’s tongue with a sheen of sperm. John tiled her head up, as if she were presenting his mouthful of semen sliding down her throat as a prize with a giddy, merry expression.

As he switched over to the elf, his hand slid against Agora’s chest and down her firm abs and stomach, just as strong as he remembered. It was so early, but what would their children look like? He was a human, she was a half-orc, would they be… a quarter-orc? What was the cut-off exactly for orcish ancestry? Oh, it would be such a cute story to tell them, how I met your mother. She attacked me in college over sports and the rest was history!

John chuckled to himself, stroking his throbbing dick that was still slick from the oral sex he received from the dwarf. The dark elf was so scantily clad, she was already practically naked in public, but he tore off what little she had on and discarded it onto the wooden floor. It took a bit of effort to hoist her leg up and with a contented sigh, he pushed himself inside the elf’s tight pussy. John strained himself to lean forward, he stealing a kiss from the wanton elf’s lips and wrestling his tongue against hers, as his thick cock slammed home, deep inside her wettening cunt. He used his free hand to grope at her sizable tits, slapping and squeezing them.

It wasn’t long before his attention soon drifted back towards Agora, she was peering ahead at something, at the door… at him- or at least, where he was standing when the flow of time ceased. The dark elf’s body twitched as she orgasmed, her painted toes curling in the air and John’s eyes darted back for a moment before meeting Agora’s gaze again. Would she remember him? They only met for a few moments and it had been two years ago. Did his one chance already expire?

He tightened his hug of the elf and began fucking her faster, harder, out of frustration more than anything else. His hips were moving quickly, pounding the unaware elf with wild, primal thrusts. Her hot, wet pussy openly accepted him, constricting around his dick, and milking him. It didn’t take long for it to get it’s reward as John hammered home down to the root and came inside of her as deep as he could. His broiling balls pumped a fresh load of thick cum directly into her pussy with shot after shot blasting out.

The weary wizard collapsed into a chair, his gooey, sticky seed flowing out of the elf’s savaged maidenhood and splattering onto the floor like rain drops. He looked up at Agora, pristine and untouched with her two female companions stained with the sperm of a stranger they had never spoken to. The half-orc woman almost seemed to be staring right back at him. Despite using her friends, John stood up with determination, a need to know how this would all shake out.

First, he used his ability to age on Agora’s clothing, causing them to rapidly crumble into dust as though a millennia had passed. He blinked, drinking in her naked beauty while stepping up until he was inches away, something he would never have the stomach to do normally. John’s rough hands latched onto her bubbly ass, his fingers greedily digging into them as he leaned into her chest to take in the warrior woman’s smell.

Gingerly and with immense care, he eased her onto the bar table so that she was flat on her back and he could fuck her in the missionary position. There was pressure against his cock as he pressed against her unyielding pink slit, it would no doubt be a tight fit. Luckily, he was well lubricated from the spit and juices of her friends.

“Do you think we could be together?” John asked rhetorically, his rod stood at attention, ready to penetrate the woman underneath him. With no answer, he began pushing in, moaning and slowly buried himself balls deep inside of Agora. It was as good as he had imagined. His hands were exploring her body, feeling her up and comparing it to the others, but she was the clear winner.

Her enormous tits jiggled and shook with every thrust, her devilishly tight pussy coiled around him. John was in heaven or as close to it as he had ever gotten, his drained testicles began filling up again, ready to blow another load. The half-orc girl seemed to be the same way, a radiant blush spread across on her frozen face, her strong legs subconsciously wrapping around the man fucking her, silently begging to be bred.

With one final effort, John bottomed out inside of Agora for his first shot at impregnating her. John let out a primal roar in an otherwise silent world as he came directly into her **** womb, blasting ropes of potent sticky cum shot out again and again, emptying out every single drop he had. It felt like he had been cumming for a full minute when he collapsed on top of her, tapped out, his muscles begging for relief.

“So, what do you think?” John repeated his question, knowing there would be no response. A steady stream of white was lazily dripping out of her pussy. He took a minute to catch his breath and to stare into Agora’s eyes again. With his head clear, he had made a decision and despite being exhausted beyond belief, he began casting his temporal magic to to look into the future.

John wanted to know.

He needed to know what could happen… and he did.

In an instant, the timid wizard bore witness to a hundred realities. It turns out, Agora does remember him and they are compatible, she is as fierce, honest and loyal as she seems. The two heroically adventure together, build a home on the outskirts of a bustling town, they never speak of the "slippery fish" incident that the constable may never recover from, and the loving pair even end up having those quarter-orc children. She scolds him for coddling them, he urges her to be more compassionate. They meet somewhere in the middle.

Unfortunately, almost every future ends the same way. Agora is everything John is not: brave and strong, unwilling to compromise her pride. She meets an untimely tragic fate if they are together, across dozens of timelines, defeated by some sinister **** out of their control that the warrior could not, or more commonly would not back down from.

A flame that burns twice as bright, burns half as long.

He should have never come to this tavern, he should not have stopped time, and he should not have divined what could be. With a somber heart, John cast one last spell. He began to reverse time, putting himself, Agora, the dwarf and the elf back to where and how they were when this all started. Their clothing and virtue restored without a trace or speck of semen.

The risk was simply too high for them to be together, it would be better for everyone if he simply turned around and left the tavern before any real damage was done, Hell, he needs to get out of the city post haste! Could he really take the chance that this is the one timeline where they can end happily ever after? He had enjoyed this time together, perhaps it was enough for an entire lifetime. It would have to be, for both of their sakes.

John needed to leave. He had to be strong.

As time resumed, the sound of clinking glasses, rancorous laughter, hoots and hollers came rushing back like a flood. The room was full of life and merry, everyone unaware of what had transpired here as if it had never happened. John quickly spun around to leave as Agora tilted her head with a familiar gleam of recognition in her eye, a toothy, cocky smile flashed across her face.

“Hey, wait! Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

John paused.

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