The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  “Morgan, I believe you already know Lyhorn and Meira Yinfir,” said Cassandra.

  “By face if not by name,” said Morgan as he slipped off his stool and approached the pair. It was strange formally meeting them after having seen them in the throes of passion the night before.

  They were dressed conservatively for a pair that apparently made their living putting on odd sex shows for the depraved members of the nobility. Meira wore a gray cloak that hung to the floor, hiding her entire body except for her face because the hood was pulled back. Morgan could just barely see the toes of her boots peeking out from beneath the cloak.

  Lyhorn had no need to conceal his body—elves were often aggressively approached for sex by members of all races—and so he wore a loose fitting linen shirt that barely hid his muscles and a pair of leather breeches that gave ample evidence of his strength. As far as Morgan could tell they were unarmed and of no threat, though the leather bracers under Lyhorn’s shirt sleeves hinted that maybe something else was being concealed.

  They both bowed to the wizard which made him uncomfortable. “How may I assist you?” While he was intensely curious about the show the pair had put on the night before, that wasn’t why they were visiting him now in the tower. Or so he believed.

  The pair exchanged a nervous glance while Cassandra stepped to the side. She gave a silent indication to Morgan that while they were not threat, she hadn’t fully questioned them yet. They must have made a plea to speak directly to Morgan first.

  The elf spoke first. Like every member of her face, she was naturally attractive to humans with her pale, flawless skin, angled eyes and slitted pupils. She received an encouraging nod from the ogre before she spoke. “I’m certain you’re about to receive a visit from the king’s servants summoning you to the palace,” she said. “We hurried here as quickly as we could to warn you. What happened isn’t entirely my fault. I’m partly to blame and what I did, I did out of love, not malice.”

  Morgan frowned and forced his hand not to stroke his beard thoughtfully. He gestured that they should all sit at the table where he normally ran his experiments. At the moment it was just covered in books. The seats and stools around the table were designed for humans. Meira chose the tallest stool which put her chin just above the edge of the table giving her a childish appearance. Lyhorn chose the sturdiest chair which still groaned when he sat down. “All of that sounds ominous. Care to be less mysterious and more helpful? If the king’s servants are coming here…can I expect that you two are fugitives or criminals?”

  “Maybe,” said Lyhorn in his deep, sonorous voice.

  “Maybe?” repeated Morgan.

  “Let me tell you a tale first, and quickly, before the king’s men arrive,” said Meira.

  “Do so then. Don’t drag this out.” Morgan leaned back and waited expectantly.

  After the odd couple shared another nervous glance, Meira cleared her throat and began her tale. “Many years ago I was acquaintances with Andromache Fullminer. It was one of those political family alliances. My family represented the political interests of the wood elves and her family the trading interests of this city. I don’t know why, but we had a falling out.”

  “You know why,” rumbled Lyhorn, not letting her dance around the issue.

  Meira grimaced and amended her statement. “We were both interested in a boy, a human boy. I wanted to dally with him because my family was strongly against race mixing and she simply wanted him as a lover because he was young and handsome.”

  She paused and sighed. “I had him as my lover first. She hated me for that. But in the end, she won.”

  “So?” Morgan prompted. “Who exactly is Andromache Fullminer?”

  Cassandra answered his question. “The first wife of our current king.”

  Morgan snorted. King Hievard was an old man and he had heard many tales of the king’s debauchery. “And how did she win exactly?”

  “Her family made an alliance with the boy’s family. He eventually became King Hievard and she became his wife.”

  “His first wife,” Cassandra clarified.

  “So I laid a curse on her,” Meira added.

  “You killed her?” Morgan was aghast.

  “No, I just put her in a deathless state,” Meira hastened to add.

  “Her body is in the royal tomb right now!” said Morgan.

  “I know. But before she died, she cursed me as well.”

  “Why are there so many witches in this kingdom?” Morgan asked of no one.

  “What was her curse?” asked Cassandra.

  Meira looked apologetically at Lyhorn. “For me to feel sexual attraction to the first beast I encountered. Sexual attraction, but not love.” She cast her eyes down at the table. “And when the king found out I was the one to have cursed his wife, he imprisoned me. That’s where I met Lyhorn.”

  The big ogre stretched out his hand to his lover.

  Cassandra understood at once. “You were a prisoner in the king’s dungeons as well?”

  “Yes,” he rumbled.

  Meira continued. “They made me…the curse made me do unspeakable things. Mostly with Lyhorn…but then I learned to love him.”

  Morgan’s eyes went wide. “That doesn’t sound like love,” he interjected. “That sounds like he’s controlling you.”

  To this accusation Meira emphatically shook her head. “No. Never. I love him. You don’t understand because you’re a human and I’m and elf and he’s an ogre.”

  Morgan started to reply but his wife put her hand on top of his. “You don’t understand, and you never will,” she told him.

  “I would never do anything to hurt Meira,” said Lyhorn in his slow, deliberate voice. “We fell in love,” he insisted.

  Hopping up on the chair, Meira raised a finger and pointed at Morgan. “If there is one race that is more misunderstood and abused by the rulers of the Five Lands, it’s the ogres.”

  Before he could raise an objection, Cassandra interrupted again.

  “Why did the king release you? Why not just let you die?”

  “I had served out my punishment. Thirty years. But by then my family had disowned me and I had no way of supporting myself…so Lyhorn and I went to work for Miss Brandywine.”

  “You look still look like you’re a young maiden,” Morgan pointed out.

  “I’m an elf. We live for hundreds of years.” She inclined her head toward Lyhorn. “Ogres not quite so long, but near enough.”

  “Okay, okay,” Morgan said, bored with the rather pedantic love story. “So why are you here? You got hired to put on a show last night for the king and company. That I get. What are you looking for from me? Did he remember who you were and you want me to make him forget? I can’t do that.”

  The lovers looked at one another and Lyhorn nodded once again. “The curse is wearing out,” Meira said.

  “Sorry, I can’t make you fall in love with Lyhorn or make you want to fuck him, that’s witch’s magic. Not my area of expertise.”

  “No, no,” said Meira. “Not my curse. That’s faded long ago. Queen Andromache’s curse. When I was in the palace last night I could feel it. She will wake soon.”

  “And you want me to fix that? Keep her in a deathless state? Again, witch’s magic and even if I could, I wouldn’t.”

  Morgan missed the point but his wife didn’t. Cassandra spoke up. “The problem, my love,” she said, exasperated, “is that the queen is going to wake up soon and the king is going to have two wives alive at the same time.”

  “Oh.” Despite the situation, Morgan couldn’t help but smirk. Sometimes people just created bad situations for themselves.

  “No, no,” said Meira. “The previous city’s wizard closed the queen into her tomb. There’s a magical seal on her coffin. When she waked she’ll die. Either she won’t be able to breathe or she won’t have any food or water or…” She didn’t want to finish the thought.

  Morgan looked askance at her. “That would seem to solve your prob
lem.”

  For just a second it seemed like Meira was going to hop up on the table and stare down the wizard. She restrained herself. “She’s my friend. I’ve forgiven her. I need to give her the opportunity to forgive me. You need to save her!”

  As he weighed the possibilities of what to do, Morgan sighed. He couldn’t in good conscious let a mostly innocent woman die because of a thirty-year-old grudge.

  “Fine, I’ll save the queen. But the king is going to owe me for this.”

  Morgan entered the palace in full regalia. He hated wearing the stupid pointed hat and uncomfortable robes, but there were times when impressing the audience and normies was more important than some temporary discomfort. Stepping through the large mirror in the entrance hall of the palace he startled two guards who were always posted at the mirror just in case a wizard came wandering through.

  “To the royal tomb, my boys,” Morgan said disdainfully. “There’s a life to be saved.”

  The two blinked at Morgan. The brighter of the two managed to form a coherent thought and put it to words. “But…everyone in the royal tomb is dead.”

  Morgan curled his lip back. “In the realm of magic no one is ever truly dead.” He hoped the two weren’t wise to the ways of necromancy. That was more than enough to get him imprisoned.

  “Never mind,” Morgan said. “I know the way.” He did, but he wanted to go through the formalities of the moment. When he started walking down the corridor one guard went with him while the other ran for his sergeant.

  By the time they caught up to Morgan he had infiltrated all the way into the royal tomb, broken open the ceremonial lock, and was in the midst of breaking the sealing spell.

  “What are you doing, wizard,” the sergeant sneered. He had his sword out and was backed up by a squad of pike men.

  Morgan gave them barely a glance. “Saving a life,” He muttered some words, waved his fingers, and the greasy feel of magic filled the air. Before anyone could move the stone tomb of Queen Andromache’s next to final resting place cracked open. Morgan spread his arms wide and the stone crumbed into dust. A second later Andromache rolled down the stairs at his feet.

  Hurried footfalls filled the tomb that was as silent as…as silent as a tomb.

  “My lord?” croaked Andromache. She was a beautiful blonde woman, having not aged a single day since she went into the tomb.

  “My darling?” asked the aged King Hievard, kneeling down next to his first love. “You…you brought her back to life?” Hievard asked, uncomprehending.

  “She was never dead.” Sensing an opportunity, Morgan nodded to the royal couple and took his leave. “Services rendered. No need for payment.”

  The crowd watched in silence as he left. No one stopped him and for that he was glad.

  Chapter Twenty One

  Morgan stepped through the mirror in the palace to the one in his laboratory. It was empty. For a second he was miffed; he had half expected his wife along with Lyhorn and Meira to be there waiting for him to celebrate his return as a conquering hero. Instead he returned to silence.

  “Risk my life and reputation for nothing?” he muttered to himself as he tossed aside his hat and threw his robe over one of the broken-down chairs that seemed to multiply in the laboratory. He was certain the staff in the tower thought the laboratory was a storage room for broken furniture and not the center of magical power that it was.

  Deciding to change his clothes, Morgan headed for his bedroom to change his clothes. The undergarments for the robe were just as uncomfortable as the robe itself. As he climbed the stairs he wondered where his wife was. A quick spell check put Lili in her room, sleeping, and Knut actually doing his job patrolling the grounds outside the tower. Either those two were on the outs or they had exhausted their sexual energy for the day.

  “Or maybe they wore themselves raw with their violent fucking,” he mused as he pushed open the door to his bedroom. It took him a moment to take in the scene in front of him.

  The ogre Lyhorn was on his back in the middle of the bed with his huge erect cock halfway in Cassandra’s cunt. She was riding on top of him, facing his feet, giving him a good view of her rotund ass. He wasn’t amazed that his wife was fucking someone else; he was amazed that his wife had managed to take such a huge member into her sex.

  “Just ease it down slowly,” Meira said. The dainty elf was kneeling on the bed next to the fornicating pair, watching them intently. Morgan was certain that none of the trio realized he had walked in on their playtime. “He ate your cunt,” she went on. “That opened it beautifully. You’ll be able to take it all.” She giggled. “You saw me take it all, and you’re not less a woman than I.”

  In her current matronly form Cassandra wasn’t especially attractive, but apparently her body had been built for pleasure because she was able to gradually slide down the thick length of Lyhorn’s cock, eventually bottoming out.

  “Gods and goddess, that cock is amazing,” she cursed softly.

  “I should hope so,” Morgan said dryly. “It’s not every day that I get to see my wife being unfaithful in my bed.”

  Cassandra’s half-closed eyes snapped open at the sound of her husband’s voice. “Darling,” she said, a satisfied smile on her face because she had an enormous cock inside her body that was causing her great pleasure. “You’re back so soon.”

  “Did you hope to finish before I returned?” he asked as he kicked off his boots.

  Meira spoke up in the hopes of not offending the man who had just saved the life of a long-lost friend. “We were talking after you left and Cassie showed a great interest in seeing…” she gestured helplessly at the act of copulation taking place between the human woman and the ogre. “Doing this.”

  “I couldn’t resist,” Cassandra half explained to her husband. “Not after seeing it last night.”

  “You couldn’t wait for me?” he asked skeptically as he pulled off his tunic and prepared to drop his trousers.

  Using her impressive thigh muscles while showing a great deal of self-control, Cassandra levered herself up and down on Lyhorn’s cock. Her eyes practically rolled up in her head as she did so. “Nooo,” she moaned.

  “It’s my fault,” Meira said hastily as she caressed Cassandra’s voluptuous body. “I talked her into it.” She was an elf and knew exactly what she was doing as she turned her head and took one of Cassandra’s nipples into her mouth, sucking it loudly and greedily. “I couldn’t help myself,” she added, appealing to the well-known maxim that elves couldn’t help their lust. It was what they were.

  “She talked me into nothing,” said Cassandra as she steadily moved herself up and down on Lyhorn’s cock. “I wanted to do it and I couldn’t wait for you, darling.”

  Morgan finished undressing and glanced at his mostly erect cock and wondered if he’d have a chance with his wife when Lyhorn was done with her or if she’d be too exhausted. “The least you could have done was wait so I could have gotten the whole show,” he said.

  “Sorry,” she said and didn’t mean the word at all.

  Seeing an opportunity, Meira left off from Cassandra and scrambled over to Morgan, grasped the wizard’s cock and put it into her mouth.

  Morgan had never had his cock sucked by an elf before. It was a pleasant experience. Her tiny mouth was barely able to accommodate his manhood which made him wonder what she did for Lyhorn. Because he completely filled her mouth, it turned out to be the best oral attention he had ever received, though he’d never tell his wife that.

  While Meira continued to suck on him, Morgan couldn’t help but wonder if she was doing it because she wanted to, or because she was horny and wanted some sexual relief, or if because she was trying to distract him from watching his wife fuck Lyhorn. The third option was the worst because he wanted to watch his wife take an ogre cock into her cunt. How many more chances would he have to see something like that?

  “Not nearly enough,” he said aloud, though he intended it for himself.

  Me
ira popped his cock out of her tiny mouth. “I’m trying the best I can,” she said and then licked the length of his underside. Her tongue was warm and slightly raspy like a cat’s.

  “No, no, it’s wonderful,” he said, shivering slightly at the roughness of her tongue. “Just wasn’t expecting it.”

  She nodded and pumped her hand on his cock. Her fingers were barely able to circle around his manhood. “I’m not very good at fellatio,” she admitted though Morgan was happy to argue with her on that point. “I’d rather fuck anyway. Ever fuck an elf before?”

  “No.”

  “Want to?”

  “Yes.”

  Morgan found that Meira’s cunt was as tight and warm and pleasant as her mouth. She had automatically gotten into the doggy position with her ass in the air. With a shrug Morgan knelt behind her and easily slipped his cock into her waiting cunt. Though the admission would kill his wife to know, the elf’s cunt was as smooth an inviting as if he were fucking a goddess.

  He couldn’t help but moan as he sank all the way into the tiny elf.

  “You like that?” the elf giggled gleefully. As was due her race, she loved every aspect of the act of copulation. “My cunt’s been violated by ogres and elves and humans and dwarves and every race you than think of.” She reached back between her legs, found his balls and lightly caressed them before sliding her fingers back up to her clit, teasing it just a bit. “But I’ve never fucked a wizard before.”

  “This will be a first for the both of us,” he said grabbing her slender hips to hold her in place as he slammed his body into her several times, unable to contain himself. She shrieked a little at each impact, her shrieks were loud enough to give him pause.

  “What are you doing?” she complained, twisting her body unnaturally to get a better look at him. “Keep going!”

  “I was hurting you,” he managed to stammer out.

  “I liked it!” she insisted. “Keep! Going!”

  With a shrug, Morgan did as she asked. The slightly built elf apparently liked everything he did. She gave out little cries and moans of passion as he fucked her.