The Mage's Passion

by Reed James

  “Oh, I am so glad we can stop for the night,” Faoril moaned as we entered the outskirts of the village. “Riding a horse is torture.”

  “You'll learn to get used to it,” Sophia smiled.

  “Just don't fall off your horse,” Angela laughed.

  “That only happened once.” The acolyte put her hands on her hips as she glared at the knight. “And we were attacked by a dangerous monster. Purity was startled.” Sophia stroked the neck of her white mare.

  “She's just bad at riding a horse,” Angela teased.

  “Ooh, I'll get you for that.”

  Angela grinned at her. “I'd like to see you try. I'll just pin you down and have my way with you if you try.”

  “Promise?” gasped Sophia.

  Ever since Sophia had been tied up by a dryad's tree, she had been into bondage. My dick throbbed harder, swelling up before me and bouncing with my steps. I glanced at Faoril as she shifted on her saddle, a grimace on her face.

  I patted her thigh. “I'll massage you tonight.”

  The mage's brown eyes flicked down at my hard cock thrusting before me. A smile crossed her lips. “A massage sounds wonderful.”

  We stayed at the Farmer's Plow, the nicest inn in the entire village of Etian. It was built for the traveling merchants who streamed up and down the road between Allenoth and Esh-Esh. The innkeeper was honored to have Faoril stay at her inn.

  “What a wonderful delight,” she gushed, the stout woman clapping her hands together. “I cannot believe my luck.”

  Faoril nodded. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

  “Oh, I am just honored that you would patronize my humble establishment.”

  “We need a pair of rooms,” Angela said, “stable for our mounts, and dinner.”

  “Yes, yes,” the innkeeper nodded. “A pair of my best rooms. So just have a seat in the common room, and we'll have your dinner out to you. I have had a pig roasting on the spit all day. He will be marvelous.”

  I grimaced. How could humans eat animal flesh?

  “I would prefer a meal of raw vegetables,” I told the innkeeper.

  “Oh, my, an elf,” she gasped, her eyes drinking in my pale, greenish skin. Her eyes widened when she saw my cock. “Holy Mother Slata, what a wonderful night. By all means, madam elf, I shall instruct the kitchen.”

  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.

  “Xera,” gasped Faoril, “you naughty elf.”

  I purred as I massaged her asscheeks and tongued her sphincter. I loved her sour flavor. My fingers dug into the meat of her ass, working out the kinks as I pressed my tongue against her asshole. Her tight hole parted for my tongue, and I wiggled inside, swirling around her bowels.

  My dick was pinned between her back and my stomach. It throbbed and ached, leaking precum. My pussy clenched as my need built. But I was a hunter. I knew how to be patient and to wait. First, my prey had to be ready.

  “Oh, yes, that is wonderful,” Faoril sighed.

  I wormed my tongue deeper into her ass, savoring the hot velvet and sour flavor. My hands slid down from her asscheeks, rubbing at her upper thighs. My thumbs worked in circles, taking away all the strain of horseback.

  Her hips shifted beneath me. Her spicy musk grew stronger as her arousal built. She moaned and cooed as my hands massaged her thighs, moving lower and lower while I continued to tongue and rim her sour asshole.

  I loved it. My tongue swirled and dived into her bowels.

  “Mmm, I can't believe how amazing this is. You're taking all the soreness away.”

  “I have magic fingers,” I giggled.

  “Oh, you do. You need to teach me this spell.”

  I slid down her body, leaving her asshole behind so I could reach her calves. My nipples and breasts pressed against her as
s as I worked my fingers into her calves. Her toes curled. I bent her knees one by one, bringing her feet into reach.

  Faoril giggled as I stroked the soles of her feet, then I sucked her toes into my lips one by one. She shuddered beneath me, her hips undulating. Like elves, human toes were sensitive. I swirled my tongue around each of them, savoring the salty flavor of her skin.

  “You are making me so wet,” Faoril groaned. “Damn, just fuck me. I need it.”

  “Patience,” I purred between sucks on her dainty toes. “I'm not finished with you yet.”

  Her asscheeks clenched beneath my breasts. “You are driving me wild.”

  “That's the point.”

  “Saucy elf.”

  I smiled and slid off of her. “Roll over. Time for your front.”

  Faoril's face was flushed. Her nipples hard. Her hands stroked her belly as her thighs squeezed together, trying to relieve the hot ache in her clit. I knew that feeling well, though my clit was a thick cock thrusting before me, she needed the same relief.

  I settled between her legs this time. I stroked up her shins to her knees, letting my fingers stroke around the patella before I moved higher. I caressed her thighs. She shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut at my soft touch.

  Then I dug my fingers into her thighs.

  “Slata's cunt,” she cursed, her back arching. “That is amazing.”

  I pushed her thighs father apart. Her pussy was covered by tightly curled, brown hair, trimmed short and matted with her excitement. Her pussy lips spread open, revealing her wet, pink depths. Her sheath clenched as I worked my hands up her thighs, my fingers and thumbs massaging into her muscles.

  Faoril licked her lips as I neared her pussy. I worked through her inner thigh, dissipating the knots and soreness. Her hips shifted and her pussy kept clenching and relaxing. Her body tensed as I grew nearer, her breath ragged.

  “Touch me,” she groaned. “Massage my pussy.”

  I smiled at her. My fingers caressed across her pussy lips, just brushing her petals and nudging her clit. Her hips bucked on the bed. She let out a frustrated moan as I worked down her left thigh, moving farther and farther away from her pussy.

  “No! Massage my cunt! I need it!”

  I winked at her. “Pussy massages come last. I'll start with massaging your outer folds, working out all the stress, then I'll move deeper.”

  “Please, my legs are fine.”

  I smiled at her torment. It was so delicious. “I don't think so. You are still so tense. Relax.”

  “It's hard. I'm so horny.”

  I leaned down and kissed at her inner thigh, licking up some of her spicy juices that had dripped down her thighs. My fingers worked the last knot from her muscles as my lips kissed higher and higher up her thighs, her spicy musk growing stronger.

  Her curly pubic hairs caressed my lips. Faoril let out a relieved sigh as I nuzzled into her hairs, kissing around her vulva. Her thighs bent and spasmed while her fingers pulled at her hard nipples. She bit her lip and let out a moan.

  “Just eat me! Slata's cunt, I need it so badly!”

  It was time to put her out of her misery.

  I licked my tongue up her slit. It was a slow, languorous motion. I dragged my tongue up from the base of her pussy all the way to her hard clit peaking out of its hood. Her body spasmed as my tongue swept around the nub.

  “Yes,” she hissed in relief. “Oh, you are such a wonderful tease, Xera.”

  I winked at her as I dipped in for my second lick, savoring her silky folds and spicy juices. My ears twitched and my cock ached beneath me. My hips humped, rubbing the tip against the blankets and shooting delight to my hot pussy.

  My tongue circled and nibbled about her folds. I reached her clit again, massaging the sensitive nub before I moved back down to her folds. My lips and tongue tasted her everywhere, massaging the stress from her pussy.

  “So good! Oh, yes! Thank you, Xera! Oh, you are such an amazing elf!”

  Faoril's moans were so sweet to my ears.

  I dug my tongue in deeper. My fingers stroked her thighs, pushing her legs even farther apart. Her pussy gaped open, exposing all her pink nooks and crannies for me to enjoy. I pressed my lips in deep, my nose full of her spicy bouquet.

  Her hands seized my green hair and her fingers brushed my sensitive ears. I groaned into her pussy as she pulled me in tight. Her hips humped and her breasts jiggled. The mage's face twisted as the passion filled her.

  “Slata's cunt, yes,” she gasped. “Gods, yes. Xera, you wonderful elf. Oh, yes.”

  Spicy juices flooded my mouth. Faoril moaned loudly as her orgasm crashed through her body. Her fingers twisted in my hair as she heaved and gasped. I kept licking her, prolonging her pleasure and keeping her gasping and heaving.

  Her thighs tightened on my face and brushed my ears. Pleasure shot down to my pussy and cock. I groaned into her pussy, fighting off the urge to spill my cum. Her hips bucked one last time, and then she collapsed onto the bed, sucking in deep breaths.

  “What a massage,” she groaned. “Pater's thick cock, that was nice.”

  “It's not over,” I purred as I crawled up her body. “I still need to massage deep into your pussy.”

  Her brown eyes widened. “With your cock?”

  My smile grew. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Her tongue was greedy, caressing my lips as she savored her spicy flavor. My hands reached down and guided my cock to the wet folds of her pussy. The tip slipped through her silky folds to her entrance.

  I groaned into the kiss as I buried into her tight depths. The mage shuddered and her pussy clamped down on my cock. It was so wonderful to be in a woman's pussy. Back home, it would be adultery to fuck another elf's pussy, but I couldn't get Faoril pregnant. Angela always laughed at our marriage practices. But humans often had no idea who the fathers of their children were.

  It was better our way.

  “You are so tight,” I gasped as the pleasure rippled through me. I drew back and slammed in, her flesh gripping my cock and shooting bliss down to my pussy.

  “Massage my cunt,” Faoril moaned, her hips bucking up into my thrusts. “Oh, yes. I love it. My pussy needs it.”

  Her thighs locked around my waist, pulling me in tight. Our breasts pressed together as I fucked her hard, our nipples rubbing together. Her hands caressed my back and down to my ass as I slammed into her. Faoril's fingers slipped between my butt-cheeks.

  “You naughty slut,” I gasped as her finger pushed into my asshole, shooting burning pleasure to the tip of my cock. “Matar's dick.”

  “Let me massage your ass,” Faoril grinned as she worked her finger faster and faster.

  My asshole clung to her finger. It spurred me to fuck her faster and faster. My dick slammed into her hot depths. She gasped and moaned beneath me. Her head tossed and pleasure rippled across her face as I fucked her hard.

  My pussy throbbed with pleasure. It swelled and churned inside my depths, begging to explode out of my cock and into her sweet pussy. My asshole clenched on her thrusting finger every time I buried my dick into her hot depths.

  “Cum in me,” gasped Faoril. “Give me more of your delicious cum.”

  “Yes,” I gasped. “You're just a slut for my cum.”

  “I am. Such a cum slut. I love it. I could bathe in it.” Her pussy contracted on my cock. Her body writhed beneath me. “Pater's cock, yes! Fuck me while I cum! I love it!”

  My dick throbbed in the depths of her writhing pussy. She massaged my shaft, shooting pleasure to my pussy. My body tensed. My back arched, and I drove my dick deep into her pussy. I groaned through grit teeth as my cum exploded into her body.

  The pleasure consumed my mind. I loved cumming with a cock. It would be another moon's turning before I would have this wonderful appendage to fuck women with. I collapsed on the mage, sucking in a deep breath.

  Where would we be when I went into heat next?

  Chapter Three: The Simulacrum's Orders

/>   Acolyte Sophia

  Angela was growing even better at tying knots. My pussy dripped down my thighs as I was forced to kneel on our bed in the inn. My wrists were tied before me, the end of the rope wrapped around the headboard. More rope kept my legs bent, my calves pressed against the back of my thighs. My legs were kept far apart, ropes around my ankles connected to the bed's other posts.

  My pussy was spread open. Angela stood behind me, slipping my magical dildo into a harness so she could fuck me with it. She was naked, her large breasts heaving as she strapped on the dildo. She adjusted it, making sure the base pressed on her clit.

  “Now, slave, activate it,” she commanded, smacking my ass.

  The pain burned to my pussy. “Yes, mistress.” I took a deep breath and spoke the words, “Holy Saphique, give life to my toy so I may give pleasure to all who love you.”

  The dildo hummed to life. Angela shuddered, her breasts jiggling as the base of the dildo vibrated against her clit. She stroked the humming shaft made of black marble swirled with white streaks and polished smooth.

  “I love your toy, slave.”

  “I'm glad it could bring you pleasure,” I moaned, my hips undulating, fighting against the ropes. I loved feeling so helpless. It was so intimate. I trusted Angela to tie me up and not to hurt me. She could spank me, and the ropes burned at my wrists, but she would never cause me more pain than I could handle.

  I loved her so much.

  “It's your naughty cunt that is going to bring me pleasure,” Angela purred as she crawled onto the bed. “What a pity, you'll enjoy it, too.”

  “Sorry, Mistress,” I groaned. “My body is so slutty. I can't control how wonderful it feels when you fuck me with the dildo.”

  Her hand stroked my ass and down to my wet pussy. I groaned as she stroked the lips of my cunt. Her finger pressed into my depths. I shuddered and arched back into her finger. She pulled it out and brought it to her lips.

  “Delicious,” she purred.

  “I'm glad my slutty juices please you, Mistress,” I moaned.