He turned away, not wanting to touch or taste her nipple.
She grabbed his head and turned it back.
“If you love me, you’ll love my tits.”
“It’s not your tits,” he said carefully. “It’s your…”
“Milk,” she finished for him. “You’ve never even tasted it.”
“But it’ll get…messy,” he said as if that were the actual objection.
“Sex is messy. Life is messy. Marriage is messy.” She frowned at him. “If you love me, you’ll try it. You don’t have to do it, but you’ll know that my lover,” and she stressed the word, “loves sucking on my tits and drinking my milk. It makes the sex better. So fucking do it and don’t complain.”
It was the crux of Ida’s ongoing complaint about Roger. He had professed a disgust of her breast milk and now was the time to wipe that away. Roger could be an ass and destroy the fragile rebuilding of their marriage or try something new.
He turned his head to find her nipple and drew it into his mouth.
Ida sighed.
His lips and tongue were gentle.
His mouth was warm.
He tried a few tentative sucks and she relaxed. Just like that she could feel her milk letting down and start to flow. Roger shook as he got his first real taste of her milk. It was sweet and creamy and surprised him in a good way.
Her pussy heated up and she slowly resumed riding his cock, grinding down on it to stimulate her clit.
It was going to work out.
Roger and Thomas would both happily fuck her.
Roger and Thomas would both happily drink her milk.
Roger could keep fucking Betty.
Maybe Ida would get to meet Betty.
Maybe Ida would be able to hang the very dirty picture of her and Thomas above her marriage bed. But that would have to wait.
She kept moving slowly and steadily. When her milk started to seep out of her free breast, she moved Roger’s mouth over. He didn’t object. It would take a bit to get her to orgasm, but once she did, it would be the experience of a lifetime for them both.
End
The Sex Wizard
Morgan the wizard has a lot of problems in his life. A shape-changing wife. A surly servant. A posting in the worst city in the Five Lands. When a rich merchant’s daughter comes through his tower door and asks for his help, life doesn’t get any easier. She wants him to help her have her centaur lover get her pregnant.
Morgan is reluctant. His wife tells him not to prevent interspecies erotic interaction.
Like any married man, he goes along with his wife’s orders…much to everyone’s delight.
Book 1
Chapter One
Morgan Arrobang looked across the table at his visitors with a great deal of wariness and skepticism. He glanced at his wife who was sitting next to him, a pained expression on her face as she fingered the necklace she always wore. Cassandra caught him looking at her and indicated with a nod of her head that he should speak to their guests without fear of offence.
Inhaling deeply, Morgan rubbed his hand across his forehead where a brilliant blue pentagram was permanently etched into his skin, and said, “While I sympathize with your plight, this is perhaps something that would be better addressed by the biomancers.”
The pretty young woman, Faye, the smaller half of the pair of guests, spoke up. “We’ve already been to their guild. They refused us outright.”
Morgan snorted. “Let me guess. Something along the lines of ‘We don’t want to alter the natural order of things’?”
“Yes.”
“This from a wizard’s guild that thinks nothing of replacing a man’s arms with a giant crab pinchers to make him more dangerous in battle,” said Cassandra, contempt dripping from her lips.
“They actually suggested we come to you,” rumbled Wilbert, the male half of the duo. He wasn’t just male. He was a centaur and while not large compared to most centaurs, he was large enough to make the consultation room in Morgan’s tower feel crowded.
“I’m surprised they didn’t suggest going to the necromancers,” commented Morgan. Wizards who even dabbled with raising the dead were almost universally reviled, but were often approached as a last resort for those seeking relief from any of a variety of magical afflictions.
“We’ve been to them as well,” said Faye.
Morgan’s demeanor dropped and Cassandra gasped. They were now considered to be lower on the scale of wizardly order than necromancers.
Cassandra discretely tapped him on the leg under the table. She had already made the decision and was telling him to help. “It’s not that I’m unwilling to do it,” said Morgan knowing he was arguing the losing side to the discussion. “It’s that I don’t know how to do it. And not just that. It’s never been done before.”
“Which is why we came to you. Everyone says you’re the expert on this sort of thing,” said Faye. Clearly she was the voice of the couple compared to the taciturn Wilbert. The girl clearly came from money. She was young and pretty and wore clothes and jewelry that screamed wealth, but were muted enough to also convey she didn’t need to advertise how rich she was. The centaur, well…he had some of the trapping s of wealth, but it was obvious to Morgan’s eye that the wealth came from Faye. He hadn’t asked how their partnership had formed, but it was an old tale. Human girl with a love of horses misplaces that desire onto a centaur.
Usually the centaurs in those twisted love stories just fucked the young maiden for a few weeks before leaving her which crushed her spirit but left her intact. Either the two had a real emotional bond or something else was going on Morgan didn’t want to know about.
“Before I’m willing to say I’ll even try, I’m going to let you know the cost will be substantial.”
Faye smoothly removed the thick golden bracelet from her left wrist and slid it across to the table. “This should cover any initial costs you have,” she said. Morgan passed the bracelet to his wife. She’d test it later to ascertain the value of the gold and the gems set into it. “What else do you need from us now?” asked Faye.
Morgan smiled thinly. “That’s difficult part…”
The morning had started so well. The sunrise had been glorious and the weather was clear. Though Morgan’s tower was on the edge of the city, it still had a wonderful view of the harbor. Cassandra had risen from bed first. She never wore any clothes to bed because of her condition so Morgan was treated to a magnificent view of the new body his wife inhabited and he was pleased with what he saw. She had gone to bed wearing the skin of an unremarkable woman with short brown hair and gaps between her teeth. Cassandra woke up as a beautiful blonde with an amply curved bottom and full breasts. Her skin was milky pale and her smile was formed by bright red lips that framed pearly teeth.
She went to the window to look out at the city and the sea. The cool air coming in caused her nipple to contract and stand up proudly. Feeling Morgan’s gaze on her, she turned and saw his grin. Glancing down at her body she shook her head sadly at him. “Sometimes I think it’s better not to wake up in a beautiful body because I know it’s only temporary.”
“I don’t mind,” said Morgan. “Come back to bed and let me inspect you. I need to make sure that everything is correctly formed.”
Cassandra took a step back, her shapely bottom pressing against the cold stone of the window ledge. If anyone was looking up at that precise moment, they would have been treated to the sight of a beautiful woman’s buttocks being presented to the world. But the tower was at the edge of the city and they had precious few visitors or customers.
The stone was cold enough to make her shiver which caused her breasts to bounce fetchingly. The perfect pair was capped with light pink nipples that were proud to be put on display. “You just want to fuck me,” Cassandra accused him.
Moran lifted the blanket and patted the mattress. He was as naked as she was. “The bed is still warm.”
Her eyes took in his cock. It was the one thi
ng on his body that did change, unlike her entire body that changed every day. His cock wasn’t huge. But it was growing and getting harder by the second.
“You fucked me last night,” said Cassandra as she stepped away from the cold stone of the window frame. “Aren’t you satisfied yet?”
He reached out and grabbed her wrist, dragging his wife back to the bed. She playfully resisted but eventually gave in and rejoined him. As much as she hated her body changing every day, it was still a thrill to feel her husband’s naked skin against hers and it was new every time because it was a new body every day.
Morgan didn’t need any help getting hard. He moved on top of her and she moved her legs apart to welcome him inside her body. “It’s like being a virgin every time,” she told him.
“Except you’re a virgin who knows how to rut like a slut,” he told her as his cock burrowed into her cunt. She gasped as he filled her up.
Uncontrolled shape shifting was no fun, but Cassandra would admit having a new body daily in which to fuck was like having a new lover every day. And she knew the same was true for Morgan.
“Uh-huh,” she agreed. “Do you like my new face?” she asked as he began moving his cock in and out of her warm, welcoming cunt.
“Very pretty.”
“Was I ugly yesterday?” she asked. “Is that why you fucked me like a dog last night?”
He grunted. “The rabble says women with gapped teeth are sluts.”
Cassandra groaned as he went all the way inside her. “The rabble might be right,” she agreed.
When she was beautiful, Morgan was much more eager to fuck her. But then again, she was much more eager to fuck in those bodies as well. They did the most work when she was ugly. They lived life when she was beautiful. They would have been happy to spend the day together in the bed, but there was work to do.
Locking her legs around Morgan’s waist, Cassandra encouraged her husband to finish. She wanted to feel like it was to have him cum in this body. She felt him cum all the time…but nothing every came of it.
His hot cum splash pleasantly in her new womb. He slammed into her a few more times and that brought about her orgasm. They might have a routine when it came to sex, but to Morgan it was a new woman every day.
They rested together a minute and then Cassandra slipped from under the blanket to squat over the chamber pot. After relieving herself, she went to the small tub next to the pot and quickly washed herself. She doubted any washing would have a long-term effect on her body. Morgan watched from the bed, admiring her body.
Before dressing she picked up the necklace from the chest next to the bed. It was silver and a bold design with a heavy color-changing stone hanging from it as a pendant. She didn’t especially love it, but it stabilized her body.
In the room she used as a closet Cassandra quickly judged her body’s size in the highly polished bronze mirror Morgan had purchased especially for her and moved into the closet to find the right sized clothes. It wasn’t that she was so vain that she had a wardrobe that would rival most noblewomen’s; it was that she had a new body every day and needed different sizes and colors so she would look like she was wearing a potato sack each time her body changed at night.
When she walked back out into the bedroom, she noted that Morgan was wearing a pair of brown woolen trousers and a plain beige rough-woven shirt. He looked like a serf.
“You look like a serf,” she told him.
“So?”
“So today we have visitors coming. I made an appointment. Could you at least try to look like a respectable wizard?”
He sighed and exchanged the plain clothing for blue breeches and a green tunic. “No robe. No ridiculous pointed hat,” he said.
“Of course not,” she said, standing on tiptop to push back the shock of his brown hair that fell across his forehead obscuring the blue pentagram permanently imprinted there. “How else would anyone see this?” she asked and kissed his forehead.
Chapter Two
“What would you have us do?” asked Faye. The four of them were in Morgan’s laboratory, where he did the majority of his magical research and experiments. The laboratory took up the bulk of the space in the tower. Their living space took up the top floor, below that was the study and servants’ quarters, below that was the laboratory, and below that was the kitchens and storage and other spaces that seemed to come and go as Morgan needed them.
“Get undressed and have sex,” Morgan said as he consulted a very large book on the stone table in front of him. He didn’t even look up from the writing.
“Morgan!” Cassandra admonished him.
He looked up. “Well, it’s a necessary step.”
“Manners,” she reminded her husband. When he got lost in his work, he forgot that other people were…people. Cassandra wouldn’t have been so firm if not for the fact that Faye could supply them with enough money to last the rest of the year, perhaps longer.
“Right. Sorry. Okay, let me back up. A bit of explanation is in order.”
“That would help,” Cassandra agreed and Faye nodded. In the laboratory she didn’t have the same boldness as she had in the consultation room. It was a mixture of the smells of chemicals and old books and cold stone and the oily feel of magic that filled the air that robbed her of her confidence.
“Elves, human, orcs are all from the same stock,” said Morgan as he started to mix powders and liquids in a stone cup. “Same for dwarves, trolls, and gnomes. Same stock and can interbreed.”
“Nah that we do,” grumbled a dwarf from the edge of the round room. He was supposed to be Morgan’s personal assistant and major domo, but he spent most of his time making sarcastic comments about Morgan’s choices in life. “I wouldn’t fuck a troll if yeh paid me.”
“No one was asking you to, Knut.”
“Now a pretty gnome on the other hand…” Knut continued.
“Which is why it is often hard to separate the bloodlines of gnomes and dwarves,” added Morgan.
“The hells yeh say!” was Knut’s final comment on the situation.
“Centaurs are from a different stock entirely,” Morgan resumed as if Knut hadn’t interrupted. “Humans and elves interbreed all the time. You can’t go to an inhabited forest or large city without finding a half-elf around every tree or corner. Orcs too, but their mixed offspring tend to be the product of rape. You can’t interbreed centaurs and humans.”
“Which is why we came to you,” said Wilbert in his deep, rumbling voice. He was barely a hand’s span taller than Morgan, but his hindquarters made his body three times as large as Morgan.
“I want to carry Wilbert’s foal,” Faye said boldly in the voice of the daughter of a rich merchant who always got her way.
“That might not be possible,” Morgan reminded her.
“That’s why we came to you,” she said.
“It will be no easy thing to combine the fruit of a human woman’s womb and a male centaur’s seed,” Cassandra pointed out from her position in a padded chair where she observed everything.
“Which is why we came to you,” Faye repeated.
“I’ve consulted a few books,” Morgan said, gesturing to the shelves of his laboratory that were stuffed to overflowing with books. “What you ask isn’t impossible…though highly dangerous and difficult.”
“It’s worth the risk to us,” said Wilbert.
“There’s little risk to you,” said Morgan. “It’s all on Faye.”
“And I’m willing to take the risk for my husband,” said Faye.
Cassandra and Morgan exchanged a look. It wasn’t just a companionship; it was a marriage.
“And so, in order to get things started, I need to have you get undressed and perform the matrimonial act.”
“If you want to see us fuck, you should just say so,” said Fey in her refined accent.
From her corner, Cassandra snorted. Morgan kept his face neutral, waiting expectantly, as if this were something he did all the time when people came
to him for magical assistance.
Faye, due to her upbringing, knew when to take the initiative and be bold. Her nimble fingers untied the elaborate knot that held the corset top of her dress closed. “I’d do it by raising my skirts, but that’s for whores and I don’t feel like ruining my dress today.” The garment slipped from her body and Morgan tried not to stare because his wife was in the room with them, but he had the distinct impression that Faye liked to be naked in front of strangers.
The corset she wore pushed up her breasts to make it look like her tits were much bigger than what she actually had. Besides the corset, the young woman wore silk culottes she unceremoniously dropped while turning her back to the centaur. “Be a help and unlace me, dear,” she said to Wilbert.
The centaur looked nervously at Morgan who calmly looked back. Knowing this was expected, and seeing that his partner’s nether regions were already exposed, it wasn’t a concern for him to help Faye free her tits.
Even though he had prepared himself, Morgan was disappointed when the girl’s tits came into view. They were smaller, much smaller, than he would have guessed, but Faye’s small brown nipples stood out prominently. Her body was well-formed and Morgan found that he appreciated her youth and beauty, but for some reason it didn’t cause his cock to stir. Maybe because his wife had a new body every day viewing yet another naked woman did nothing for him; maybe because he was so in love with his wife, the simple appearance of an attractive, naked, and available woman did nothing for him.
Faye posed for her audience for a moment, completely comfortable with being the only naked person in the room. She was actually showing off for the small audience: Wilbert, her lover; Morgan and Cassandra, both looking at her with clinical eyes; and Knut the dwarf, who just grunted at her physical flirting.
“Nice tits, girl,” he commented. “Yeh need some hair on them to equal the beauty of a dwarf woman.”
His crude comment took her aback and she turned her back to him, which afforded Morgan a perfect view of her tits and cunt. She knew when to be bold and crude and well. “How do you want us to fuck?” she asked Morgan. “Usually he just takes me from behind, like an animal, but there are other positions that work for us as well. Ever seen a woman ride a horse…cock?”
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