The Mage's Passion

by Reed James

  The Mage's Passion

  The Knight and the Acolyte Book 2

  (A Fantasy Erotic Novel)

  by

  Reed James

  Copyright © 2016, 2018 by Reed James

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  Naughty Excerpt from “The Mage's Passion”

  Thosian women, I had discovered, told salacious tales about elven cocks. If I wasn't spending the evening with Faoril, I would have my choice of women. All the serving maids and several of the patrons all found excuses to drift past my table and catch a glimpse of my cock.

  They all blushed and giggled. Humans went around clothed, and the sight of a naked body always caused a stir. Elves were far more practical. We went naked, wearing only jewelry and belts to carry pouches, tools, or weapons.

  I missed the forest.

  “That was delicious,” Faoril sighed, leaning back and licking her fingers clean of the juices from her pork roast.

  Angela and Sophia nodded in agreement.

  Faoril fixed me with a smile. “I'm ready for that massage.”

  My cock throbbed beneath the table. I popped the last radish into my mouth, chewing on the hard root and savoring its spicy, bitter flavor. The humans cooked their vegetables until they were rubbery and soft.

  “Let's,” I smiled. “When on the hunt, I would give my companions massages to relieve the strain in their muscles.”

  “Sounds wonderful,” Faoril groaned as she stood up, her legs obviously sore beneath her red robes.

  “Yes,” I nodded.

  “So, what did you hunt?” Faoril asked. “You do not eat meat.”

  “Monsters. They are attracted to the dark woods. When I met Angela, my hunt for a cockatrice had gone disastrously. The beast had gotten behind us. Luckily, Angela and Sophia arrived and assisted us.”

  “And that's why you're accompanying them?”

  We reached the inn's stairs. “Partly. But there's also the prophecy.”

  Faoril nodded. “Yes, I am the grieving mage, apparently.” She closed her eyes and a wave of sadness washed over her. “That's apt.”

  I put an arm around her shoulders. “Come on, my massage will make you feel so much better.”

  We reached our room and slipped inside. It was warm and neat, the bed covered in clean, dark blankets, the pillows fluffed. There was no dust to be seen. A few of the inns we had stayed in had been just dreadful.

  Faoril turned, her hands stroking down my stomach to grasp my hard cock. “Mmm, your cum was necessary. Without it, I couldn't have stopped that abomination.”

  “I'm glad my cum could help,” I purred as she stroked my dick. Her other hand found my breast, giving it a squeeze. “But I'm supposed to be massaging you.”

  Faoril grinned, the short hair framing her face made her seem so cute and innocent instead of the cold, rational mage. She had been so calm during the battle and afterward. But now her walls were dropping as her excitement grew. Her spicy excitement scented the air. My long, pointed ears twitched as I inhaled the delicious musk.

  Human pussies had such earthy, delicious flavors. Not like the flowery perfume of an elf. Different, but still wonderful.

  My hands undid the ties holding her red robe shut. It fell loose, exposing her round breasts and pink nipples. She shuddered as my hands caressed her mounds, my thumbs sliding across her hard nipples. She let out a shuddering moan of delight as I pushed her back to the bed.

  “Are you ready?” I purred.

  “Yes,” she gasped, carefully slipping off her robe and hanging it from the bed's corner post. The pockets were full of all manner of objects. “My poor legs are on fire.”

  I pushed her down on the bed and captured her lips in a kiss. Her tongue pressed against mine. My dick throbbed, but I held back. Anticipation was such a wonderful thing. The last few days, I had cum a lot with my cock. I didn't need to rush it.

  I rolled Faoril onto her stomach. Her skin was pale, untouched by the sun. Her ass was bubbly. I caressed her cheek as I straddled her back. I rubbed my wet pussy up and down her supple skin as my hands slid down to rub at her butt-cheeks.

  “Oh, yes,” she groaned as my finger worked into her sore muscles.

  She was knotted up by stress and fatigue. My fingers worked, digging into her flesh. My pussy ached as I rubbed my hot flesh against her back. I spread her cheeks apart, catching glimpses of her puckered asshole. I leaned down, my green hair cascading down to her thighs as I dipped my face between her cheeks.

  Still massaging, I let my tongue slid across her sour asshole.

  To find out what happens next, read on! If you missed out on The Acolyte's Passion (The Knight and the Acolyte Book 1)!

  Stories of from The World of Erasthay

  The Knight and the Acolyte 1: The Acolyte's Passion

  The Knight and the Acolyte 2: The Mage's Passion

  The Knight and the Acolyte 3: The Thief's Passion

  The Knight and the Acolyte 4: The Shaman's Passion

  The Knight and the Acolyte 5: The Knight's Passion

  The Triad and the Innocent Maidens

  The Triad and the Gorgon's Seduction

  The Triad and the Maiden's Passion

  The Unicorn's Mate

  The Nubile Mermaid's Courtship

  Prologue: The Haunted Barbarian

  Thrak – Red Eye Tribal Lands, Larg Federation

  The wind was cold. I barely felt it rippling across my scarred, red-brown skin. My greataxe lay across my lap, the twin, crescent blades glinting in the light. I stared at my wife's grave. A year and I could still hear her sweet laughter and see her lithe, human figure. Nine years she had been my wife, living in the tribal lands, adapting to our culture.

  She made a better orc wife than many women of my tribe.

  “The tribe is moving on,” Bruk said from behind me.

  I did not answer my brother. He led the Red Eyes now. I had lost the tribes leadership when I let our rivals, the Ghost Wolves, kidnap, rape, and murder my wife. No orc who couldn't protect his woman could protect the tribe. I could have fought the change in leadership, but everything had been ash then.

  It still was.

  My younger brother led the tribe. He was a fine leader, I suppose. I barely paid any attention. The last year was a fog. Serisia was gone. What was the point?

  “Thrak?” Bruk growled. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me. I didn't fight. His swarthy face loomed over me. Thick brows shaded eyes which were a lighter shade than mine, blood-red to my dark crimson. His hair was cut short and thickly curled into a woolly mass. Bone ear spreaders and a nose plug made his face even fiercer. “When will you stop weeping over that human whore?”

  A snarl escaped my lips. The rage burned inside me. I grabbed my br
other’s hand and threw it from me. I rose, my greataxe gripped in one hand, the muscles of my body rippling. I was taller than my brother, bigger, the largest orc of the Red Eye Tribe. My brother stared at me with defiance, goading me.

  Did he want me to rage?

  The last time I had, thirty Ghost Wolves died—men, women, children. They had despoiled and murdered my sweet Serisia, and I had paid them back thirtyfold. I put the entire camp to death before my rage burned out.

  I hated the bloodlust. Every orc boy dreamed of being a berserker, of letting the madness of battle so consume them they lost all fear. Still,it wasn't only fear lost in the rage, but compassion. I hated that emptiness. There was a part of me that acutely remembered every moment of every rage and all the countless deaths I had wreaked.

  “What do you want, Bruk?” I growled, fighting the darkness. “Speak, before your words give more offense.”

  Bruk spat. “We move to the spring pastures. Will you help your people? Or will you continue your pathetic vigil?”

  “The tribe does not need me.” Bitterness curdled my words. “You lead them. You protect them. I couldn't protect her. I can't protect the tribe!” My hands tightened on my ax. “Leave, brother, before you awaken me.”

  My brother hesitated, his eyes widened. He was no berserker, but he had seen my rages. “Fine. Waste your life grieving for that human—”

  I snarled and lifted my ax. I fought against the rage. My wife was no whore. She was a fighter, a warrior in female form. She was fearless, her skin as fair as milk, and hair long and straight, flowing behind her like brown silk. She wouldn't want me to kill my brother, and probably half my tribe, by surrendering to the rage. But if my brother called her whore again, I would cleave his head from his shoulders.

  My brother fled. He always was a coward.

  I snarled, my hand gripping my ax. I wanted to swing it. I wanted to hew. I wanted my wife back.

  I turned and sat down before her grave, forcing myself back to calm. Killing wouldn't do any good. It wouldn't make me feel better. Nothing could replace the hole in my chest.

  Now, that isn't true, Serisia whispered.

  Her ghost appeared beside me in a kilt of ochre, red, and black, her breasts naked like an orc woman, her pink nipples pierced by bone. Other bone piercings adorned her ears, eyebrows, and nose. Other than her skin and delicate features of her face, she could have been an orc woman. Her spirit leaned against me, my skin tingling where her incorporeal, translucent form touched me.

  I knew she wasn't real. I knew I had to be mad. But I spent so much time staring at her grave because she would appear here. Every day it grew harder to move from this spot. Only the necessities of living drove me away, and then I would always return with whatever flowers I could find. The stone cairn that marked her passing was dotted with petals.

  You will find a way to live again, she whispered.

  I believed she was a manifestation of my subconscious, the part of me that wanted to live and kept me from slipping into death. It was a strange phenomenon. But knowing she wasn't real didn't keep my heart from believing.

  She pressed against my side, leaning her head on my shoulder, her brown eyes meeting mine. You need to stay. You can't go with them.

  “I won't leave you,” I told her. In the beginning, I could, but it grew harder and harder every time I left.

  You will leave here, but not with them. She is coming to heal you.

  “She?”

  I found her. She is what you need. You have my blessing to live. I want you to be happy.

  “I can't leave here. I can't leave you.”

  Serisia touched my chest above my heart. I won't leave you. I'll be with you. I'm in here. But don't worry, you'll like her. She's fearless and intelligent.

  “Who is?”

  Just wait. She'll come. She'll make you happy again, my love. That's all I want.

  “Why do you keep me alive?” I asked, tears burning down my cheeks. “I could join you. A flick of my dagger, and then I would be happy with you.”

  Because you are needed.

  Her hand stroked down my chest to my kilt and passed beneath it to caress my cock. I groaned as her incorporeal hand stroked me. Tingles ran up my cock as her cold hand touched me. The fuzzy electricity swelled my shaft until I tented the front of my kilt.

  “What are you doing?” I groaned.

  I need your cum to leave this place, she whispered.

  “A phantom?” I groaned. Did that make her real? Her touch was delicious, stimulating, and more than a figment of my imagination. I leaned back and let out a growl as she stroked me faster. “But...that will change you.”

  Do you trust me?

  I wasn't even sure she was real. But phantoms were dangerous. All the stories told of the dangers of spirits ingesting cum or pussy juices. It would make them able to manifest corporeally, to interact with the world. But they were monsters and killers. They would haunt the people they loved in life, hurt them. Kill them.

  “I...I trust you,” I groaned. “But...”

  I would never hurt you, Serisia smiled as she lowered her lips. I want to be with you as long as possible. And then I'll wait for you and her.

  “Her?” I growled. “You want to share me?”

  Your heart is bigger than any orc or human, she answered. You can love us both.

  Serisia's mouth opened. Her lips passed through the fabric of my kilt to engulf my cock. Her mouth bobbed, phasing through the kilt as she went lower, then appearing as she rose. My cock throbbed in her mouth, the tip aching.

  Her hands massaged my balls, spreading the fuzzy tingles. My hand reached out, fingering her round breast and playing with the bone piercings. I twisted them and she moaned in delight about my cock.

  “Serisia,” I gasped. “My love. I missed this. I miss you so much.”

  Her tongue slid around the tip of my cock. Everywhere she touched sent sparks of electricity shooting down to my balls. My hand tightened on her breast. Her spirit was cold, but felt so real, just like I remembered her.

  I closed my eyes and imagined she was alive and loving me. I let out more growls of pleasure as she worked more and more of my thick cock down her mouth. The tip pressed on the back of her mouth, and she swallowed, my shaft sliding down her throat.

  Serisia hummed, just the way she always would when deep-throating me.

  “What a woman,” I growled. “You are more orc than any of the cunts of my tribe.”

  Her fingers tightened on my balls, shooting pain up through my cock. I savored the pain. I was a warrior. I was bred to drink pain and suffering, drinking it like a mother's milk. It was my nourishment.

  My cock throbbed in her mouth. My balls tightened. I hadn't enjoyed another since Serisia's death. My balls were backed up with seed. I couldn't last much longer. Her mouth was too sweet. My hand pulled hard on her nipple, giving her pain.

  Serisia screamed in delight around my cock. The humming vibrations caressed my cock. I growled and erupted my cum down her throat and straight into her stomach. She vanished, my hand suddenly holding nothing.

  “Serisia?” I gasped.

  Oh, yes, she whispered in my mind.

  Serisia flickered back into reality. Her hands seized my kilt and lifted it. A smile crossed her lips as she uncovered my cock. She grasped it. My cock didn't tingle with electricity like before. Her touch was still cold, but was also more real.

  I touched her breasts again, squeezing them as she mounted me. My cock throbbed hard. I was an orc warrior. I could love my woman all night. Our lips met in a kiss. She felt so real in my arms even though I could see through her body.

  I held my phantom wife as she mounted me. Her pussy slid down my rigid cock. I growled in delight as she engulfed me. My hands slid around to squeeze her ass. I could see my large hands through her body. I could even see my cock buried in the depths of her pussy.

  Thrak, she moaned. I missed this. You will make her so happy.

  “Why?” I grow
led as I lifted her weightless body up my cock, her tight pussy gripping my thick shaft. “I don't need her. I have you again.”

  Sadness entered her eyes. I can't stay like this forever. You've bought us some time. Time for me to help you out one last time before I wait for you and her in paradise.

  “I don't want to lose you again,” I growled as she worked her pussy up and down my shaft, moving faster.

  Life is so cruel, she groaned. But I promise you. We will be together in the next life.

  Her lips pressed against mine. I closed my eyes and savored her small mouth as we kissed. Her pierced nipples rubbed against my chest as she humped faster and faster against me. My fingers gripped the cheeks of her ass.

  It was so wonderful to be in her again. The ecstasy of this moment filled me. I growled as she slammed down my cock. Even if it was just for a little while, I would savor every moment I had with the woman who owned my heart.

  “Thrak!” she moaned, her pussy tightening on my cock. Her head tossed back as the pleasure spilled through her. “Oh, how I missed this.”

  My hands tightened on her ass. My dick throbbed in her depths. Already, I was about to cum. I held it off, gritting my teeth as her ass flexed beneath my hand. Her pussy clenched about my cock as she slid up my shaft.

  “You're so thick,” she panted. “You always stretch my pussy out until it hurts. I love it!”

  Serisia slammed down my body. Her hips undulated, grinding her clit into my groin the way she loved to do. Her eyes rolled back as her body spasmed. Her pussy convulsed about my cock, milking my sperm.

  The spirit of my wife came atop me, her translucent flesh becoming opaque, almost alive.

  “Thrak!” she moaned and hugged me. My balls tightened. “Cum in me. I always loved it when you came in me.”

  “Yes,” I growled.

  Our bodies heaved together as her orgasm writhed through her. I couldn't fight off my pleasure. My cum erupted into her pussy. The pleasure pulsed through my body. I held her tight, her hard, pierced nipples and soft breasts on my chest, her hair spilled over my shoulder as she gasped and shuddered.

  My pleasure reached its peak as the last blast of cum flooded into her. Then it was gone.