by Carl East
Beth was now trying to relax as her orgasm ended, and suddenly repositioned herself in a kneeling pose on Colin’s seat before allowing his still hard cock to penetrate her wetness. Connie had a hand in guiding the hardness into the correct position and Colin let out a slight whimper as he felt his cock sink into Beth’s moist hole. At first, he just watched Beth’s breasts as the bobbed up and down, but soon he was cupping them both and squeezing hard each time, she pushed up and dropped back down again. Connie was now massaging Colin’s balls and licking at the same time while she fingered herself, and wanting to ride his hard cock.
After five minutes, Beth stopped what she was doing and quickly climbed off the chair, only to direct Connie to take up a sitting position on top of Colin with her back to him. Connie didn’t hesitate, she had felt so wet these last few minutes and if she didn’t have something inside her soon she’d go crazy. She eagerly sat on him and began to ride his cock, while Colin put his arms around her to play with her breasts. Beth knelt between them both and began to lick the cock as it came out and the pussy when it re-entered.
Colin was feeling his balls tighten again and knew that he was about to cum a second time that day, and as he did so, he squeezed Connie’s breasts a little bit harder. Connie could feel his cock pulsing and the thought of his hot stream shooting into her took her over the edge. She came hard, and couldn’t have timed it better as Colin came a second or two later.
Beth slowed her tonguing action and looked up to see the bliss in Connie’s face before deciding to get her clothes back on.
Soon they had all redressed and were leaving the cinema, which is when Beth revealed a story.
“Believe it or not Colin; Connie had nothing to do with your fantasy until today.”
“She didn’t?”
“No…everything that happened between you two was coincidental. Fantasy Inc found out about it through an Agent who’d been asked to set up your fantasy. That Agent was me. I really am a nurse, but I moonlight as an Agent from time to time. The day after you helped Connie with her gas problem, I met her in the canteen at work where she revealed how a knight in shinning armor had come to her rescue. It wasn’t until I heard her say your name that I realized who you were,” said Beth.
“I must admit I felt sure that even the gas was prearranged, and that I was about to have my fantasy come true.”
“Normally I don’t reveal to anyone just what I do in my spare time, as I know that there are a lot of prudes out there that wouldn’t understand. In Connie’s case and by the way she was talking about you I knew she was anything but a prude, so I told her all about Fantasy Inc. I was unsurprised to learn that she’d heard of them. I informed her that I was an Agent and then I told her about you. Of course I was quick to mention the Agent of the year award and what that entailed.”
Connie had been listening to all this, and felt she just had to say something.
“At first I couldn’t believe any of it, but the more detail Beth revealed the more I believed until finally I volunteered to help out with this one case,” said Connie, with a smile.
“Not only that but she’s also decided to check out Fantasy Inc for herself, and with me to guide her she should work out well in the future,” said Beth.
“Well, I have to say tonight was the most erotic experience of my life. I’d also like to thank you both for making it a memorable event, but more than that I do hope we can see one another in the years to come,” replied Colin.
“I’d like that myself,” said Connie.
With that, they all decided to go for drinks and to talk about the future.
The End
Erotic Quests
Chapter 1: The Wright Sword
The clash of swords on the battlefield could be heard for miles, even through the rain, which hadn’t let up for over two hours. The Wizard Avery was hurrying to the scene, knowing that his trusted apprentice was doing battle with overwhelming odds. By the time, he reached the battlefield it was all but over, for Cole was now running off the remaining thugs.
The Wizard Avery called his trusted companion to his side, completely unaware that this distraction had given two unseen villains a chance to strike. Cole had heard them approach however, and waited until they were almost on top of him before turning to face their assault. Blocking the first strike with his sword, and then dodging the second with a smart turn on his left heel, he clubbed the thug with the butt of his weapon watching him drop to the ground as the second assailant came in for the attack.
Their swords clashed, with the assailant’s sword breaking cleanly in two. Cole showed no mercy, swinging around he thrust his sword forward piercing the vest of the man standing in front of him and driving the blade through his chest. Using the heel of his foot, Cole pushed the dead man from the blade and then wiped it clean on the man’s clothes.
“Is that the last of them?” asked Cole, as Avery approached.
“Yes, I took care of the others, now perhaps we can continue on our quest?”
“How is it, that this sword has been lost for so long, and the minute we go looking for it so does everyone else?” asked Cole reasonably.
“Probably because the information we received has a value, and the same source that told us undoubtedly told others.”
“Well, we just better not run into that man again, or he’ll wish he never told us,” said Cole, re-sheathing his sword.
It had been three days now since they’d heard the fabled sword of Lord Wright had been located. They were now standing in the very field where it was supposed to lay. The Wizard Avery pulled out a parchment from within his robe, surveying it with a learned eye.
“If that tree over there is the one indicated on my map, then the sword should be under the boulder that lies twelve yards from the trunk,” said Avery, more to himself than to Cole.
Cole walked over to the indicated spot, noticing that there was only one boulder at that distance, so didn’t bother measuring it out. He reached the stone and pushed it over there he found a chest with just the top sticking out of the dirt. Getting onto his knees Cole began to dig at one side of the box, and before long, he’d freed enough of the chest to be able to drag it clear of the earth surrounding it. He was just about to open it when the Wizard Avery stopped him.
“Have you checked for traps?”
Cole cursed himself for having forgotten the first rule he then concentrated on the chest in front of him, looking hard and long as if in a trance.
“It has an aura around it, it’s a deep red in color with white edges,” said Cole, getting to his feet.
“Ah, instant death spell, I hope you don’t make too many mistakes like that Cole,” Avery said, standing in front of the chest.
“Almor calavin dom saren,” said Avery, checking that his spell had worked.
“Right, now you can open it.”
Cole got down on his knees, taking his knife out of the scabbard and then turning it around and giving a quick sharp bang on the old and rusted padlock. Once off he lifted the lid revealing the contents for all to see, they were both shocked to find a small fortune in gems and gold coins. Buried amongst this wealth lay the sword they had come for, Cole brought it out to check the weight.
The very first thing he noticed was that it wasn’t anything special to look at; in fact, it was quite ordinary and a little top-heavy. However, if Avery said it was worth getting then that was good enough for Cole. Wrapping it up in the cloth he had found it in he placed it to one side and then proceeded to empty the rest of the chest into a satchel provided by his master.
They had taken lodgings close to where this treasure had been found, so they didn’t have far to travel with it. In fact, just two hours later they were warming themselves by an open fire, with Cole bringing the blade out to inspect it more closely.
“I really don’t know what all the fuss is about Master, it’s not that special, I mean it’s top-heavy for a start, plus it needs sharpening.”
“What you are ho
lding in your hands my dear boy is the best kept secret of all time,” replied Avery, standing close to the fire to warm his hands.
The wizard went on to explain the blades history, starting from when it was just an ordinary sword.
“When Lord Wright had found this sword, or so the story goes, he pulled it from the hands of a very old corpse. The corpse in question was none other than King Nevile,” said Avery, taking a drink from his mug. “Now in those days everyone knew that the King had an enchanted sword, which probably explained why no one ever went up against him, because no one knew what that enchantment entailed.”
“Please tell me you do?” said Cole, eager to know the power this blade possessed.
“After much research, I found out why this sword is so sought after, you’re right it is a lousy blade but it has one thing going for it, it protects the one that wields it.”
“You mean fights for him.”
“No, it somehow knows when its owner is going to die; it then takes him out of the battle, placing him in the last safe place he was found in.”
“What do you mean, takes him?”
“You both quite simply vanish from that scene, re-appearing in another, from what I gather it isn’t far but as it saves your life it doesn’t have to be.”
Cole absorbed that information for a moment quickly realizing how useful a sword like that could be, and then commenced in cleaning it up a bit before sharpening the edges.
“How did it acquire this ability?” asked Cole.
“I gave my soul to this sword, I wanted to live forever,” replied a voice that wasn’t Avery’s.
Cole dropped the sword, having realized that the voice had emanated from it.
“It spoke,” said a stunned Cole.
“Ah, now this is a strange development,” pondered Avery, as he stooped to retrieve the weapon.
“Are you worthy of my help?” asked the sword.
Cole shook his head, he’d seen many strange things in his time but talking swords was a new one on him.
“I believe we are worthy, but pray tell why you have kept quiet up until now?” said Avery, seemingly accepting this development.
“If I’m to be used to save people’s lives, I like to know they are worth saving,” the sword replied.
Avery studied the blade more closely, shaking his head and muttering to himself.
“Is there something wrong?” asked Cole.
“Um, yes, I mean no, it’s just that in all my training to become a grand wizard, I have never seen or heard of this ability to bestow life to the inanimate.”
“Then you haven’t learnt all there is to learn!” commented the sword.
“Then you can educate me, would you mind answering a few questions?”
“I will answer you, but I haven’t decided whether to help you or not, I need to ask some questions of my own.”
“Well then, I propose an exchange of information, does that seem fair to you?” said Avery.
Cole was listening to this conversation; he just didn’t quite believe it was taking place. The Wizard Avery began his questions by asking where the sword originated.
“The sword was made in a small village called Hampstead and was owned by a knight whose name was Sir Blare.”
“Are you Sir Blare?” asked Cole.
“Yes.”
“How did this happen to you?” was the next most obvious question.
“I was fighting hordes of barbarians, and witnessing countless fellow knights being butchered on the battlefield, I remember praying that should I die I would like to watch over my friends,” replied the sword, pausing for a moment. “Then a strange thing happened, while the battle raged all around I envisaged a light, from this light came a serene voice that bade me be calm and not to be afraid. I got to my knees asking how I could serve, being convinced that this was an angel’s voice.”
By now, both the Wizard Avery and Cole were very attentive, and hung onto every word spoken.
“The voice informed me that this battle would be lost, but that her Lord had need of one such as me,” said Blare, getting excited about this memory, “I informed her that I was up to the task, and would find it an honor to serve her. She then went on to explain that a great warrior would one day have need of a special sword, one that could protect him. I didn’t know or realize what she meant by all this, but I agreed to help in whatever way she felt I could. The next thing I know the light had vanished and I was fell upon by several barbarians, who commenced in hacking me to death. That was the beginning, for shortly after that I found myself entombed within this weapon. Of course, when Lord Wright acquired me, I was convinced he was the one the angel had spoken about, but although he was an honorable man, he wasn’t someone you could look up to. I soon realized that he wasn’t my destiny, but stayed loyal until his natural death, which as it turned out was a mistake, for on his death bed he decreed that I along with his wealth should be buried.”
“Which is where we come in, correct?” said Cole.
“Correct,” replied Blare.
“So, for all you know, we could be the destiny you speak of?” said Avery, placing the blade onto the table.
“What is your mission?”
“We are on a quest for King Talon, a dark order of Satanists has taken control of certain lands to the east and King Talon has lost many men who went to investigate, but who never returned.”
“It sounds like a worthy cause, who will wield me in battle?” asked Blare.
“I will!” stated Cole, taking hold of the blade.
“I accept this challenge, and will do my utmost to help you in this quest,” promised Blare.
“I need to make a visit to the witch Betharil, before we start our journey, so I’ll meet you at the foot of the mountain range tomorrow night,” said Avery.
“Okay master, we’ll be there."
Chapter 2: Nymph’s Wood
Cole walked along the broken up path after breaking camp, his destination the foot of the mountain range. He felt confident being alone of course having the sword Blare along with him meant he wasn’t in much danger anyway. He felt uncomfortable talking to his sword, after all, it wasn’t a living-breathing thing, it was just metal but he had learned a long time ago that magic had no surprises.
“Do you ever regret accepting this promise of yours, Blare?”
“No, if we are to make a difference in this life we all need to make some sacrifices, besides I get to live forever.”
“But you’re an inanimate object, doesn’t that bother you?”
“I may not be able to see or move, but I can still learn and pass on that knowledge,” replied Blare proudly.
Cole couldn’t fault him for his faith in this strange arrangement, but wondered if he himself could accept such a fate.
After walking for about two hours, they came to a fork in the path, the right fork clearly past through a dense wooded area, while the left seemed to wind up and down being quite laborious in its twists and turns.
“I think we’ll take the wood, it looks more scenic for one thing, and not so arduous,” said Cole, striding off to the right.
The path turned out to be quite level, and the wood was pleasant enough during the day, but Cole wouldn’t have come this way at night, it was a perfect place to be ambushed. After a good half-an-hour walk, they came to a clearing, with Cole deciding to take a break to have a bite to eat. Whilst sitting down on the grassy area, Cole heard the sound of giggling coming from behind him, turning around he discovered two young women small in stature but perfect in every other way.
