The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  “Shut up!” Lili barked at him. “Make me cum,” she purred at Cass.

  The beautiful young man resuming fucking Lili so hard that her entire body shook. The half-orc didn’t last long at all. She screamed out her pleasure as she came and Morgan was glad his cock was no longer in her mouth. It looked like she had twice as many teeth as a human and they were incredibly sharp.

  When her eyes focused on Morgan, the look in Lili’s eyes was feral and lust-crazed. “Your wife filled me up with her cum.”

  “Uh-huh.” Morgan didn’t know what else to say.

  “I want yours now.”

  She uncoupled her cunt from Cass’s cock and crawled up Morgan’s body. His reaction was to suddenly sport an iron-hard erection. That pleased Lili and she wasted no time in sitting down on his hardness. He went in easily, his passaged greased by Lili’s juices and Cass’s cum.

  Lili growled her pleasure. “Wizard sex is good,” she declared as she rolled her hips back and forth. Cass collapsed next to them and watched with eager eyes, his hand on his still-wet and semi-erect cock.

  “When you’re done with him,” said Cass. “I want him.”

  A nod from Lili was her agreement. Her eyes were still unfocused from lust and she hadn’t come down from the orgasm Cass had given her. It was easy for to cum again. And then a third time as Morgan reached for her tits, twisting the barbells through her nipples. That was enough to make her cunt heat up and clamp down on Morgan’s cock. A second later he came as well, turning her cunt into a dripping mess.

  “Done?” Cass asked. His cock was at full staff and there was an eager glint in his eyes.

  Lili rolled off Morgan. “Done. For the moment.”

  Cass quickly took her place, briefly sucking his wet cock before changing his position. “I want to fuck you,” Cass said, moving Morgan’s legs wide. Morgan lifted his ass off the bed and Cass slipped his cock up between Morgan’s buttocks, pushing his cock into his husband’s ass.

  Morgan groaned. “You like that?” Cass asked eagerly.

  “Uh-huh.”

  The half-orc watched them rut a bit and found herself slightly put off by their affection for each other. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before at Miss Brandywine’s, but it didn’t interest her. She rolled off the bed and wandered over to Knut, still chained upside down to the wall.

  She smirked in amusement when she saw his fat cock had unloaded his thick spunk onto his hair chest and stomach. Apparently seeing a wizard, his husband, and a half-orc fucking was enough to make him climax without any external stimulation.

  “Little help?” he asked with a worried grin on his face. The large amount of cum he had unleashed upon himself was slowly dripping down toward his face.

  “Very little,” she commented, getting close to the wall. She could feel both Cass’s and Morgan’s cum leaking from her cunt. “You lasted almost as long when you fucked me.”

  “Proud to serve.” It was unsettling to see his upside down grin.

  “I do need some help,” she agreed and circled her hand around the back of his head as she moved incredibly close.

  “Wait! No!” Knut protested, but then Lili’s cunt was smothering his face, smearing his beard with her juices and her lovers’ cum. Knut froze for a moment, then put his tongue to good use, dancing around her clit and cleaning out her cunt.

  Cass didn’t last long fucking his husband. Morgan’s cock was already soft. He had nothing left in him. Showing surprising strength Cass pinned down Morgan and fucked him with had enthusiasm before cumming one final time.

  Morgan didn’t mind kissing Cass. He had the very beginning of a downy soft beard and soft lips. With Cassandra as his wife his sex life would never be boring.

  Thump! Thump! Thump!

  Swiveling his head, Morgan looked for the sound that threatened to destroy his tower.

  In her eagerness to get off one last time and forcing Knut to eat her out, Lili was inadvertently slamming his rock-hard skull against the tower wall.

  “Don’t destroy my tower, Lili!” Morgan called.

  “Just…gotta…cum!” she called out and then collapsed to the floor.

  Knut spat out her leavings. “Gonna get me down?”

  “I’ll never get you down,” Lili laughed.

  Book 3

  Chapter Eleven

  Morgan found the gigantic frog sitting inside the moistened basket sitting next to Phyleen Victentol unsettling. Biomancers and alchemists were the ones who liked to use animal bits and parts in their magic. As a supposed master of transformation and summoning magic, Morgan didn’t dabble in those fields. The frog kept eyeing him.

  “I thought it would be a simple problem to solve,” said Phyleen. The maiden was a member of one of the noble families of the city. Morgan hadn’t bothered remembering which one when she introduced herself. She was pretty enough and was showing off a massive amount of cleavage. She certainly didn’t need to be carrying around a gigantic frog with her for any sane purpose.

  “What exactly is the problem?” Morgan glanced over at Cassandra who was watching them from the far side of the consultation room. She was amused at the situation, that was clear. Morgan didn’t want to be listening to the problems of a spoiled noblewoman. Today’s body that Cassandra was wearing was a pretty enough woman perhaps in her late twenties with straight brown hair and an unremarkable body. What was hidden on the cloak she wore was the set of vestigial wings growing from her shoulder blades. They weren’t big enough or strong enough to actually let her fly, but when they opened up the rainbow colors were beautiful. Cassandra had already spoken with Phyleen but wasn’t letting her husband in on any of the details.

  “My frog,” she said indicating the large amphibian in the wet basket.

  “Your frog.”

  “He’s not a frog.”

  “He isn’t?” asked Morgan. “He looks and…smells like a frog.”

  Phyleen leaned forward, giving Morgan a good view down the top of her dress, and said in a conspiratorial whisper, “This is Prince Blywood.” She leaned back.

  Morgan looked at her doubtfully. “Prince Blywood. The eldest son of our city’s ruling family.”

  “Yes sir,” she said with a smile.

  “Then why is he a frog?” asked Morgan.

  “I…I don’t know.”

  “How do you know this frog is Prince Blywood then?”

  “I saw him change.”

  “You did?”

  “Yes.”

  Morgan glanced over at Cassandra who had an enigmatic smile on her lips.

  “How?” asked Morgan. “When?”

  Now it was Lady Phyleen’s turn to smile, but her smile was of self-satisfaction. “Right after we…you know?”

  “After you did what?” Morgan prompted.

  “A lady never kisses and tells.”

  “You’d better tell me if you want my help.”

  It was obvious that Phyleen wanted to tell. It just needed to be drawn out of her. “Right after we…after we shared the physical affection between a married couple he changed from a man to…this.” She gestured at the frog.

  “So you fucked him and he changed into a frog.”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s not how it’s supposed to work. Typically a witch casts a curse on a young man turning him into a frog and only the kiss of his true love can change him back into a human.”

  Phyleen shrugged. “It’s the truth.”

  “Did you try kissing him as a frog?”

  As if to demonstrate how foolish his question was, Phyleen ducked her head and kissed the frog between the eyes.

  Nothing happened.

  “See?”

  Morgan nodded.

  “And don’t suggest that I have sex with the frog,” Phyleen added quickly. “I’ve heard about what goes on in this tower and I’m not like that.”

  The way she claimed to not be like that made Morgan suspect she’d happily join in on any of the more unusual sexual activities
that went on in the tower.

  “Are you sure you have the right frog?” asked Morgan, unable to help himself in teasing the lady.

  “Yes!”

  “Well then, I suppose a little transformational magic would be in order. The real problem here would be if this frog isn’t actually a man. That would cause…a variety of problems.”

  “Let’s do it now,” she said eagerly.

  Morgan didn’t move. “There is the matter of the fee…”

  From within the skirts of her dress Phyleen produced a small leather pouch and tossed it on the broad wooden table. The coins inside clinked against each other. “That should cover any of your expenses.”

  Morgan placed the wet basket that was partially full of mud and reeds in the center of the stone table that took up much of the space in his laboratory. “Step back,” he said.

  Cassandra carefully ushered Phyleen to the edge of the room. “Is it dangerous,” she asked.

  “Probably not,” Cassandra answered with a shrug.

  “What do I need to d—?” she started to ask.

  “Ziklow!” shouted Morgan. The air filled with a greasy feeling and every surface was suddenly charged with static electricity. The snap of its sudden dissipation shocked them all. A flash of light blinded them temporarily and they were left with a crushed basket with a handsome naked man crouched on top of it.

  “Bly!” cried out Phyleen.

  “Darling!” he sputtered a moment later and hopped off the table. The fact that he was naked did not stop them from embracing. “I’ve missed you so much,” he said between kisses.

  “As have I,” she replied.

  Neither Morgan nor Cassandra missed the lady’s hand drifting toward her love’s cock which rose quickly under her attention.

  “Maybe not here,” Morgan said, but was shushed by his wife.

  “Why not?” she asked naughtily.

  Morgan didn’t have an answer to that, which turned out to be fine because he found himself distracted by Phyleen and Bly. The lady was overeager to prove her affection for her lover. She had loosened her dress’s top and her tits were now hanging out. Morgan couldn’t help but notice they were perfectly shaped and sized tits. Her mouth had fallen upon Bly’s fleshy sword and she was now executing the act of a carnival performer. His weapon was all the way down her throat. And then it wasn’t. And then it was.

  If nothing else, Phyleen was a talented fellatrix.

  “Not so fast my love,” Bly begged of her. He looked to Morgan and Cassandra for help, two people he barely knew. If he was sentient as a frog, then he might know who Morgan was, but if not they were just two strangers watching him get a blowjob in a wizard’s laboratory.

  “Don’t stop,” Cassandra urged the eager young lady.

  She didn’t and Bly didn’t have the willpower to force her to stop. She cradled his ball and stroked his cock up and down in perfect synchronicity with her mouth and then Bly reached the moment of the little death. His entire body tensed up and Morgan smiled and nodded knowingly.

  “Aargh!” Bly groaned as he came, emptying his balls into Phyleen’s mouth. Just as she started to swallow his spunk, there was another flash of light accompanied by a minor thunderclap which left them all momentarily deaf and blind.

  When Morgan got control of his senses he saw that the huge frog had reappeared, Phyleen was sobbing uncontrollably, and Bly was nowhere to be seen.

  “Well that’s a kick in the cunt, isn’t it?” asked Cassandra with some amusement.

  “Dear,” Morgan chided her. “We’re supposed to be helping.”

  “Right! Okay. Let’s see what we can do to fix this.” She smiled confidently at her husband.

  “Well I can reverse the curse…again…but the moment they have sex—”

  “It looked like him cumming was actually the problem,” Cassandra pointed out.

  “Then I’ll have to fix that too,” Morgan said with an amused smile.

  “What are you going to do?” Phyleen said between sobs.

  “I can fix this,” he said, “but you’re not going to like it.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Morgan handed Bly a glass beaker. Changing him back from a frog to a human was easy enough. It was keeping him human that was going to be the difficult part.

  “What’s this for?” asked the prince warily.

  “I need a sample of your seed,” Morgan told him as if he were asking for the prince to pass the butter.

  “For what?”

  “To cure your affliction. Actually, no. Let’s not call it an affliction. Let’s call it a curse.”

  They were in the tower’s consultation room. Phyleen had been distracted and safely locked away by Cassandra before Morgan transformed the prince back into his human form. He suspected the young lady was half the problem.

  “A curse?”

  Morgan had been busy consulting one of the huge tomes he had hauled down from the library and now looked up from the yellowed parchment. “Unless you are doing this on your own it has to be a curse. I can break it, but it won’t be easy and I have to get more information from you. Hence the beaker.” He indicated the container in Bly’s hand.

  “What—what do you want me to do with this?”

  It took all of his considerable willpower for Morgan not to roll his eyes. “I want you to jerk off into it. I need a sample of your seed.”

  “But…why?”

  “Do you really want me to spend a long-winded—and graphic—explanation as to why I need a sample of your seed?”

  “Um…no. I’m okay without knowing.”

  “Wise man.”

  “But…why did you bring me here?” he asked, gesturing to the boring walls of the consultation room. “It would be easier if I had some…feminine assistance.” He smiled like a spoiled brat who had gotten whatever he wanted whenever he wanted for far too long.

  “Do you feel like changing back into a frog again?” Morgan countered.

  The prince stiffened, but not in a good way. “No,” he answered quickly.

  “Then you’ll have to do without feminine assistance in this one instance.”

  The prince’s face reverted to that of a spoiled brat. “Fine. But it’ll be hard.”

  “It usually has to be hard to get your spunk out,” Morgan dryly observed.

  “No. I mean…difficult. I don’t jerk it, you know. I’m a prince. There’s always an eager daughter of a baron, or an expensive tart, or a serving maid willing to give me a hand.” He smiled. “Or a mouth. Or a cunt.”

  “Today you’ll have to be like every other commoner and jerk it with your own hand.”

  Bly’s lip curled. “I wasn’t born a prince to do so lowly a job.”

  “Then without doubt you’ll be a frog for most of the rest of your life.”

  “Couldn’t I have some help?” he pleaded. It was pathetic, but Morgan had anticipated this. With a waggle of his fingers he sent one of his tomes sliding across the table. It stopped in front of Prince Blywood and opened up to a page covered with a gorgeous illustration in full color of three youthful women in a stream. What the three women were doing to each other was lewd and vile. Bly’s cock hardened at once inside his tight breeches.

  “If you need additional assistance beyond mere pictures, the pages on the right tell and accompanying story.”

  “No need,” Bly said. He was already distracted. He had one hand down his pants and the other was fumbling around trying to open them.

  Morgan gave a cursory inspection to the young man’s cock when his flopped out, erect and purple with desire. It appeared to be normal. He had no desire to join the young prince; why Bly was beautiful enough, Morgan had his standards and a professional responsibility.

  It only took Bly two minutes to finish. Morgan blamed that on the Bly’s youth along with the new experience of jerking off in front of a wizard while perusing the best pornography Jericho the Younger had illustrated and written at the peak of his career. Still, it didn’t say mu
ch for his staying power.

  “Did you get it all into the beaker?” Morgan asked. He wasn’t watching directly. “None wasted on the floor?”

  “Couldn’t fill it, but yes,” the prince chortled. The beaker was roughly the size of a queen’s wine glass. A horse would have had trouble filling it. “Now what?”

  “Now you wait while I work,” said Morgan as he left the consultation room carrying the beaker. Time was of the essence. Fresher was better. And Morgan wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

  “Can I leave now?” asked Bly, following closely behind.

  “No.” Morgan waved his fingers as he passed through the door. It slammed shut in Bly’s face and locked, keeping the prince from leaving.

  “Hey! You can’t imprison me like this! I’m a prince!”

  Morgan ignored his pleas. He had more important things to focus on.

  Meliza Eldenwode was the daughter of a very successful grain and ale merchant. Her father had great monetary success but had failed in one area: gaining entry into the nobility. Forcing his daughter to give up her virginity, purity, and fertile womb had been an easy decision for him. Meliza hadn’t objected to her father’s plan. Gold coins had greased the way to an introduction to Prince Blywood. Meliza’s many charms had convinced Bly to bed her.

  Judging from the enthusiastic way Meliza rode atop Bly’s cock she was either as eager as her father to join the nobility or was simply a wanton slut who would just as happily fuck a prince as a guttersnipe.

  Cassandra leaned over to her husband as she watched the two copulate. “Did you enhance her tits?” she asked. “Make them bigger? They’re huge!”

  Morgan could see Meliza’s tits were huge. They were the size of small pumpkins and bounced around nearly out of control as Bly and her happily fucked in front of their exclusive audience of two. Strictly speaking Morgan didn’t need to watch and neither did his wife, but he wanted to and invited her to observe as well. It was one of the benefits of the job.

  “No,” Morgan said quietly. “They’re natural. Look at her, very pretty, but also sort of pudgy. Her stomach and her ass are well-fed by her rich father.”