The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  Her lips tightened up on his length and he was certain something untoward was about to happen, but she quickly removed his cock from her throat and breathed heavily and unsteadily for a minute. It took Morgan a moment to recognize that she was in the middle of an orgasm brought about by Cassandra’s talented tongue.

  “Her cunt is near-divine,” said the ogress that Morgan was married. Cassandra stroked Andromache’s thigh as the queen let the orgasm control her.

  “No,” said Andromache. “It’s your tongue that has the skills of the gods imbued in it.”

  Morgan, upset that his blowjob was unceremoniously cut short, gave them a more sober and less religious assessment of Cassandra’s cunnilingus skills. “It’s well-known that ogre and ogress saliva is a natural aphrodisiac. It made your orgasm that much easier.”

  The two women gave him a sour look.

  “Should I let him fuck me?” Andromache asked the ogress that was now kissing the inside of her thigh.

  “I wouldn’t, not after an insult like that.” She gave her husband a smug smile and then licked her way from Andromache’s knee all the way up to the crease between her leg and body. Andromache shivered.

  “As good as you did me,” she said to the wizard’s wife, “it’s been too long since I’ve had a cock. Can I borrow your husbands?”

  Morgan, though stiff and ready, wasn’t sure how much endurance he had left in him. Night was approaching and with that his wife’s change. He might never get another chance to fuck an ogre, but then again he might never get a chance to fuck a beautiful queen either. And it seemed rude to disappoint his guest and wife of the city’s leader.

  “I suppose,” Cassandra said after much consideration. Morgan hadn’t realized it, but Andromache was still holding onto his cock, slowly pumping her hand up and down his length. She was literally controlling him with her gentle touch; it made him realize she was more dangerous and manipulative than he gave her credit for. “Do you mind if I watch?”

  “It would be my pleasure,” the queen said.

  What followed was a quick realignment of bodies and positions. Andromache stayed on her back, legs open and inviting him in to her body. Cassandra and Morgan swapped positions and the ogress took over control of Morgan’s cock from Andromache. She went so far as to guide his erect manhood into the queen’s cunt.

  Andromache groaned appreciatively at the penetration and the way he filled her up. Despite her playful demeanor, Cassandra couldn’t help but smile as her husband set to thrusting, making the queen make the most rude and sexy noises. The two women intertwined their fingers. When Cassandra leaned in close, Andromache wasn’t the least bit shy about kissing the other woman’s frightening visage.

  The queen obviously looked for sexual adventure outside the king’s bedroom.

  Or maybe thirty years was just too long to go without sex.

  Morgan couldn’t give his opinion on the subject. He was enamored of the queen’s cunt. It was hot and wet and clung to him like a long-lost lover. It was easy for him to forget that he was fucking the king’s first wife and he could quite literally be fucking up his only chance to straighten out the suddenly complicated politics of the city that seemed headed for war.

  Looking back Morgan couldn’t say if he had pleased Queen Andromache with his bedroom skills. He got off and filled her cunt with his seed which seemed to delight her, but afterward he was too exhausted to do anything else for her.

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Morgan groaned when Cassandra waved away the spell that darkened the windows. Already morning light was streaming through, illuminating the room which announced the start of the day. She had woken this morning in the body of an unremarkable woman, though she did have the most fetching set of back dimples accentuated by the curve of her spine that made her bottom appear larger than it actually was.

  “Is it morning already?”

  “The sun would seem to indicate yes.”

  He threw his arm across his eyes. “Come back to bed. You and I haven’t—”

  The wizard sat bolt upright when he realized the bed was completely empty except for himself. “Where’s the queen?!”

  “She left last night before I changed,” Cassandra reported.

  “I suppose that’s good, right?”

  His wife shrugged as she found a set of clothing that fit her new body. “I don’t know. You passed out and she said she had plans to make.”

  “I’ve got research to do.”

  “You missed your chance to fuck an ogress last night,” Cassandra said. He couldn’t tell if she was amused or upset with him.

  “Don’t remind me.”

  “It’s been what…ten years now? Maybe you’ll get your chance again in another ten years.”

  “I’ll have a solution for this curse before then,” he promised her.

  “You will?” she asked doubtfully.

  “Yes,” he vowed, but was conflicted at the same time. They both loved the adventure of her having a new body every day, but it caused stress on their relationship and her day-to-day living like nothing else in the world.

  “You’ll be in your library all day?” she asked as she adjusted the green necklace around her neck. It was the one thing he had been able to do for her. It wasn’t perfect, but it prevented random changes like she had when the curse had first started.

  “I have a couple of possibilities for the king,” said Morgan as he levered himself out of bed. “And one of them had better work because otherwise we might be witnessing the start of a civil war.”

  Morgan used better judgement on his next mirror travel trip to the palace. He chose the large mirror at the main entrance to the palace, the one that had specifically been installed for the city’s wizard a hundred years ago.

  The guards escorted him to the king’s presence. Hievard was in his council room, speaking with his advisors. He did not look happy.

  “Wizard,” Hievard said by way of greeting.

  Morgan got right to the point. “I might have a temporary solution for you if you can stand it.”

  Hievard sighed and waved his hand, indicating that Morgan should offer his suggestion. “It can’t be any worse than what these fools are suggesting,” he said.

  The council bristled at the king’s assessment of their skills, but Morgan ignored their feelings and pressed forward. “There is some risk,” said Morgan.

  “There always is.”

  “Some personal risk to you,” Morgan clarified.

  “There always is,” Hievard repeated.

  Clearing his throat Morgan said, “If you want, you can remain married to both women for the moment. No immediate resolution is needed. There is no law specifically forbidding the king from having more than one wife.”

  Morgan’s suggestion was too much for one of the councilors. “Such a thing is preposterous!” He was old and fat and had a nose that had been broken when he was a youth which made him wheeze terribly when he spoke.

  “No. But it is rare,” Morgan said calmly. “Two hundred years ago Ixtein VI had three wives. All at the same time.”

  “Ixtein is hardly a good example of high morals,” the fat councilor fumed. “He married three women because he lived a debauched lifestyle. The stories of his…relationship…with his steward instead of any one of his wives are well-known.”

  Morgan ignored the councilor’s hypocrisy. He had been at the king’s debauched party where Lyhorn the ogre had fucked Meira the elf for the amusement of the partygoers. “He also prevented a bloody civil war and established a line of rulers that has his ancestor still sitting on the throne.”

  “I’m not sure I want to be married to two women, let alone three,” said Hievard.

  “If you declare both of your marriages to be equal,” said Morgan. “It’ll keep bloodshed at bay until a better solution can be found.”

  “Or until an assassin kills one wife or the other,” said a sharp-eyed councilor. Morgan was sure the man had already chosen a side on the coming w
ar.

  “I might have a solution to that as well, but it will take some time.”

  Morgan’s next stop was a journey to the fairy enclave at the edge of the city. The enclave was on the opposite side of the city as was his tower. It seemed to take forever to get there. He confronted the two guards at the gate that didn’t open. They looked at him suspiciously. “I don’t supposed that Mulberry Dapplevine is out of jail yet?” he asked hopefully.

  The male of the pair flew into Morgan’s face, his butterfly wings flapping furiously. “That traitor is waiting the queen’s decision: death or exile.”

  “Not much of a difference between the two for a fairy,” Morgan commented.

  “What do you want, wizard?” demanded the female guard.

  “Is Queen Rosepetal available to speak with the wizard of the city? It’s a matter of great importance for the royal family.”

  The guards exchanged suspicious looks. Morgan reflected that perhaps asking to meet with a criminal wasn’t the best way to start the visit.

  “We don’t recognize the royal family of the city,” the female guard declared boldly. “Fairies are free people. What does it matter to us?”

  Morgan sighed and wiped his face with his hand. “Because if the royal family falls, then the city will undergo civil war and that war will undoubtedly spill over into the fairy enclave,” he explained. “I can prevent that with a short conversation with Queen Rosepetal.”

  They both frowned at him but the male fairy finally nodded and flew over the wall. It wasn’t like Morgan couldn’t just clamber over it himself or whip up a spell that would allow him to fly, but he was trying to respect the sovereignty of the fairies. The female guard eyed him suspiciously.

  “Are you the one who fucked Mulberry Dapplevine?” she finally asked him after a long uncomfortable silence.

  “Figuratively and literally,” Morgan confessed.

  Her expression softened slightly. “Good.”

  Eventually the male fairy returned and he was granted an audience with the queen. Morgan didn’t have a diminution spell or potion handy, he wasn’t sure how it would work. The fairies brought him over the wall and to a building that could only be described as a shed. On a central dais within the shed Queen Rosepetal lounged on a couch with two fairies, one male and one female. The queen wore a small silver crown and a diaphanous robe that hide nothing of her body. The two fairies that lounged with her wore nothing at all. While Morgan talked with the queen she exchanged kisses and caresses with both of her…lovers? Loyal retainers? Slaves? Morgan didn’t want to think too much about the personal and sexual dynamics of the fairy race.

  When he approached the throne, Morgan bowed low and greeted the monarch. “Queen Rosepetal. It is an honor to speak with you today.”

  The queen barely gave Morgan a glance before returning to running her finger along the jawline of her male lover. “You were the one who helped the traitor Mulberry Dapplevine, are you not?”

  “Yes, your highness.”

  “But you also helped us catch her for her deceit. We have not decided yet what her punishment will be.” She briefly kissed her female lover as the male slid his hand along her thigh. “Did you come to plead on her behalf for mercy?”

  “No.”

  His brusque answer caught her attention. The queen deigned to look directly at him.

  “Then why are you here?”

  “I come to ask a favor of the fairy enclave and yourself.”

  “And what would that be? You will be in our debt, of course, because your actions both helped us and hindered us.”

  “I come asking for two doses of fairy dust.”

  The queen’s angled eyes narrowed on him. “Why?” she asked bluntly.

  “I need it to prevent civil war in the city.”

  “The human’s affairs are none of our concern,” she lied.

  “If the war becomes…out of control then it will encroach on your enclave here, to negative effects. All of that can be prevented with a simple dose of fairy dust.”

  “You know the dust only causes problems for humans.”

  “I’m hoping a problem will prevent another, larger one.”

  “You are bold. I like that.” She contemplatively stroked her male lover’s erect cock. “You will owe us a favor, an unlimited favor.”

  “Of course, your most highness.”

  “And I might just take my favor out of your pants,” she said.

  All things considered, Morgan considered it a good bargain, he told himself as he quickly made his way from the fairy enclave back to the palace. After all, how bad could it be to have to sexually service a fairy?

  Chapter Twenty Six

  It took some effort, but Morgan managed to arrange a conference between King Hievard, Queen Andromache and her many advisors, Queen Listrada and her many advisors, and the king’s many advisors.

  From that conference they were able to narrow those in the conference down to Hievard, Andromache and her nephew, Sir Endrew; Listrada and her father, Lord Leverden, and Morgan.

  “The mere suggestion is preposterous,” growled Endrew.

  “Would you rather go to war?” asked Morgan.

  The knight didn’t immediately answer and Morgan could see him debating the idea of revealing his willingness to go to war in this conference in front of his enemies. The same look was on Leverden’s face.

  Before the situation could get out of control, Morgan spoke. “Everyone has already gotten what they wanted,” he said. “Endrew, your family has been raised up out of obscurity. Leverden, your family has cemented their position as allies of the king. Prince Blywood is the heir and unless you are contemplating regicide, he will be the next king. Everyone has gotten what they wanted. To ask for anything more is just greed.”

  No one spoke. There was neither agreement nor disagreement. Hievard remained sourly silent.

  Morgan played his last card. “But ultimately this will have to be a decision the queens agree to, willingly and wholeheartedly.”

  Listrada and Andromache exchanged unhappy glares. Before they could speak, Morgan once again spoke. “And since any decision will obviously involve a certain level of intimacy, this is something that the queens will have to discuss in private.”

  Both advisors spoke up at once, objecting. Morgan held up his hand. “In private. Out of the influence of you Endrew, and you Leverden, and you, King Hievard.”

  The king raised his eyebrows at this suggestion, but then nodded his head. “If it will solve the problem.”

  Before anyone could object further, Morgan swept up the women and a jug of wine, ushering them with some subtle magical assistance, to a small room adjacent to large one in which they sat. Morgan quickly poured three glasses of wine, scrumptiously dumping a dose of fairy dust into two of the glasses and giving himself the unadulterated one. He raised his glass in a toast and the women followed suit.

  “To a successful agreement.”

  They said nothing but nodded and drank along with him.

  “Now, I know neither of you ladies has any sexual attraction toward the other and I know that you both want an intimate relationship with King Hievard, but could you two see your way clear to sharing your husband’s bed?”

  Both were silent, not because they wanted to object, but because they wanted to agree but couldn’t see any way clear to voice their sudden and new-found attraction to the other.

  Andromache was already an open-minded women with an eye for adventure in the bedroom, so it was an easy step for her to shift her sexual needs to almost exclusively women. The unsettling part was that she now found her lust focused on her rival.

  Listrada, for her part, found the change all the more strange and jolting. She was never one to consider women anything other than a servant or a rival and Andromache was her strongest rival, but now for some reason she wanted to take the other queen to bed and that appealed to her much more than going to bed with Hievard for the sole reason of giving the king another heir
.

  Morgan spoke. “I can see you’ve both already made your decision but are afraid to appear weak in front of the other. Let me make this proposal: if you agree, simply don’t put down your glass of wine.”

  Both women realized they were still holding their glasses. Andromache raised hers a hair higher. Listrada followed suit with a smile that surprised even her. Andromache went higher again and they quickly found themselves in a race to drain every last drop from their glasses.

  Unbidden, the two women reached out for the other’s hand and laced their fingers together. “Shall we make the announcement to your families and the king?”

  The queens eagerly nodded.

  No one was happy with he announcement except the king. And Morgan. And the queens. Everyone else accepted the decision as a temporary measure that wouldn’t last long and would give them an opportunity to strengthen their own positions.

  The royal trio retired to Hievard’s bedroom while Morgan returned to his tower, satisfied with a job well done.

  He explained his deception to Cassandra and she shook her head doubtfully. “How long do you think this trio will last? Fairy dust doesn’t permanently change anyone’s mind on their sexuality?”

  “I gave it a little boost with my own magic,” Morgan confessed.

  “Even so,” said Cassandra “it won’t last forever. The women will eventually come to their own senses.”

  “It’ll last,” said Morgan with supreme confidence. He unlaced the back of his wife’s dress and slipped it from her shoulders, exposing her breasts. In the evening light they were quite beautiful.

  “Prove it,” she said, slapping his hand away from her tits and shimming the rest of the way out of the dress. Morgan was already naked. He hadn’t fucked anyone today and had built up too much sexual and magical energy; some had to be burned off immediately or he was certain he would go insane.