by Reed James
Angela brought her finger back to my pussy. She stroked me again and caressed my clit. My body trembled and I let out a moan. The ropes creaked as they kept my body restrained. Her finger stroked back up to my entrance and shoved deep into my pussy.
“You are so wet, I bet I can lube your asshole with your juices.”
My eyes widened. “If that would make you happy,” I gasped, trying to hide my excitement. “Please, use my asshole for your pleasure, Mistress.”
“Such an obedient slut,” she purred as she drew her finger up to my asshole and shoved it into my depths.
I gasped and clenched down on her intruding finger. Burning delight raced down to my pussy as she pumped it in and out of my asshole. I squirmed on the bed, the ropes groaning louder and biting into my flesh as she fingered my asshole.
“Such a loose ass,” Angela purred. “You're no stranger to anal sex.”
“I love it,” I gasped.
“You love everything I do to you.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I moaned as Angela ripped her finger from my asshole.
The bed creaked as she shifted. The buzzing dildo caressed the cheeks of my ass as she moved it between them. She pressed the end against my asshole. I groaned as the buzzing delight shot through my body as the humming dildo entered my asshole.
My pussy clenched as the pleasure churned through me. I moaned, tossing my head as Angela worked more and more of her dildo into my depths. She drew back the vibrating delight and slammed it into me again.
“Oh, that is wonderful, Mistress,” I moaned as she slammed deep into me, her groin smacking into my ass. “Thank you for this gift, Mistress.”
“You're welcome, slave,” Angela gasped as she drew back and slammed in again and again.
I looked over my shoulder. Angela's large breasts bounced every time she buried into my ass. Her face was twisted in pleasure as the humming end of the dildo pressed on her clit. She drew back and drove the toy even harder into me. Her hips pumped away.
“Cum, Mistress,” I moaned. Her clit couldn't handle the merciless teasing of the dildo. “Don't fight your pleasure.”
“No,” she groaned, tossing back her head. Her flaming hair fell about her shoulders. She was so beautiful. My asshole clenched down on the toy as she again buried it into my ass. “Oh, yes. Slata's cunt, that is wonderful, Mistress. Please, fuck me harder. Ram the dildo into my slutty ass.”
Her hands tightened on my hips. Her breasts bounced harder as she sped up her rhythm. Her body trembled and she let out a low moan. A tremble ran through her body. I knew all the signs. I was trained to pleasure women.
She was about to cum.
I pushed my ass back, pressing the dildo even harder against her clit. Angela bucked, slamming the dildo deep into my bowels as her orgasm crashed through her body. She quaked and moaned, her breasts bouncing.
I smiled and savored the humming shaft buried into my ass as I watched my lover fill with bliss. Her face twisted and her mouth opened wide to scream out her pleasure. I shuddered, the humming pumping my core full of bliss.
“You slut!” Angela hissed. “Slata's cunt, but you know how to make me cum.”
She drew back and slammed the dildo deep into my ass.
“Now it's your turn, whore,” she gasped. “I want to hear you cum on my dildo. I want you to scream your pleasure. Let everyone in the inn know how hard your Mistress made you cum.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I loudly moaned as her thrusts slammed the dildo deep into me. My asshole clung to the vibrating shaft, the pleasure radiating out through my body. “Just keep fucking me. Pound my ass! I'm so close to cumming! Please, give it to me, Mistress.”
“You're just a slut,” Angela hissed. “A little slut that lets me tie her up and fuck her ass.”
“I am,” I shuddered, the filthy words shooting straight to my burning pussy. I clenched down on her shaft as the pleasure built inside me. “I'm your lesbian whore.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Angela groaned, another orgasm building inside of her.
I arched my back and moaned as waves of bliss shot through me. I was so close to my orgasm. I bucked back into her thrusts, savoring every wonderful heartbeat of the dildo vibrating in the depths of my asshole.
“I'm gonna cum!” I gasped. “Oh, yes! My mistress fucks my ass so hard! I love it! No one makes me cum harder!”
“Scream it!” Angela gasped as she hammered my asshole.
“I am Mistress's slut!” I screamed out. “She fucks me so hard! I'm cumming on her dildo! Yes!”
My throat hurt as my pleasure exploded through my body. I shouted as loudly as I could, letting everyone know just how wonderful Angela was. She slammed the dildo deep into my ass, moaning with me as a second orgasm flooded her body.
I quivered, fighting against the ropes as my body burned in delight. Her body draped over me, her breasts rubbing on my back. She panted in my ear, nuzzling and licking while the vibrating dildo hummed inside me.
“You're so wonderful, Sophia,” she whispered.
I beamed. “I love you, Angela.”
“You are the best.” She pulled the dildo out of my ass. “Let's untie you and get to sleep.”
I nodded my head. Tomorrow would bring new problems. Who would try to kill us next? Monsters? Our hidden enemies?
It wouldn't matter. We were stronger together. Angela, Xera, Faoril, and I would prevail. We would find more allies, hopefully all female, and reforge the High King's sword. The dragon Dominari would fall before us.
I snuggled up to Angela and fell asleep.
~ * ~
Knight-Errant Angela
I held Sophia as she drifted off to sleep.
Who would want to kill me? What enemies had I made? I touched the amulet dangling between my breasts that Lady Delilah gave me the morning I left on the quest. I clutched it and remembered her red hair and beauty.
She believed in me just like Sophia did. It didn't matter who my enemy was. I would overcome it with the help of my friends. I kissed Sophia's forehead and stared into her sleeping face as the day’s weariness pulled me down into slumber.
~ * ~
Journeyman Mage Faoril
My hand slid up and down Xera's cock as the elf squirmed on the bed. Her head tossed back, her green hair swirling about her shoulders while her large breasts jiggled. I had a firm grip on her cock, my hand sliding up her shaft.
It was one of the most fascinating cocks I had ever seen, thrusting up from the folds of her pussy. It was really her clit swollen into a cock by the hermaphroditic nature of elves. Three days out of a twenty-eight day period they went into heat. I knew cocks. I was a female mage. Our power came from cocks.
We needed the cum to provide us the power to wield our magic. Unlike priests, paladins, and witches, our power did not come from external sources. We had to provide it. Not wanting to kill ourselves, female mages used cum and male mages pussy juices.
So I was a cock expert. I had sucked many of them, mostly human males and the simulacrum produced by the Collegiate Tower. And the elf's cock was the most interesting.
I loved how it thrust from her pussy.
Her pussy lips were drenched and flushed, filling the air with the scent of marigolds. Elves were not like humans. Their pussies had a much more flowery scent.
“I'm getting close,” groaned Xera. Her pussy lips clenched and relaxed as she squirmed on the bed of the inn.
I brought up the vial. I had used up one vial of the elf's cum, needing my life magic enhanced to disrupt Fireeyes's corpse automaton in yesterday's fight. Elves were close to the element of life, and so their cum was more effective.
“Cum one last time for me,” I grinned. She was in the last hours of her heat. By morning, her cock would be gone.
Part of me wanted to stay up and witness her dick shrink away into a little, pink clit.
“Yes,” Xera groaned, excitement flushing across her pale, greenish skin. Her hips bucked up and her cock throbbed in my hand.
“Make me cum, slut.”
“Slut.” I savored the word. It was so demeaning and so appropriate. I was a slut. A cum slut extraordinaire. I loved it all, savoring all the different varieties of flavor and texture.
I wanted to swallow hers instead of letting it splash into my vial.
“Cum, elf-whore,” I hissed. “Let your dick erupt.”
“Yes,” gasped Xera. Her hips bucked off the bed. Her pussy clenched.
Juices squirted out of her cunt and splashed on my naked tits as her dick erupted. White cum squirted into the glass vial. Copious squirts filled the vial. Xera groaned every time, and a hard shudder ran through her body.
Then she fell back on the bed. “Can I die now?”
“Yes,” I grinned, capping the vial. The spell triggered, preserving her cum's potency. After my failure to preserve the lemures' cum for my mage test, I was extra careful.
I still couldn't believe I had botched such a simple spell. It may have cost me my chance to be a Master Mage. But if this Quest to kill the dragon Dominari and restore the High King's shattered sword was successful...
Hope kept me going.
“You have drained me dry, mage,” panted Xera. “I just want to sleep.”
“Sleep,” I grinned. I slipped the vial into one of the many pockets of my red robes lying on a nearby chair. I licked the traces of cum off the back of my hand and slipped into bed. My hand grasped Xera's dick.
“Please, no,” groaned the Elf. “We had a long enough day.”
“I just want to hold it,” I answered. “It'll be gone for another moon cycle. Maybe I'll be awake when it shrinks.”
“Fine,” Xera sighed and closed her eyes.
I stared at her face as I held her cock, my mind drifting.
~ * ~
The Simulacrum
“Your master needs me to have sex with you?” the robust farmer asked.
“Yes,” I answered as his eyes stared at my body with lust. I was well-formed, with round breasts and shapely hips. I touched the diamond phylactery dangling between my tits.
The man was tall and muscular. He had a handsome face and a strong chin. His dark-brown hair was short and his face tanned from the sun. He was just the sort of vessel my master commanded me to find.
“Right here?” he asked, glancing around at the dark field. He had been returning from town when I found him.
“Yes,” I purred, my pussy dripping down my thighs. I was always wet.
“Pater's cock,” he grinned and slipped off his suspenders. His woolen trousers slipped down, exposing a hard, thick dick.
My pussy clenched as his strong arms seized my naked body and pulled me to him. His hands kneaded my ass. His fingers squeezed as he pulled me against his hard cock. I put my arms around his neck and made the appropriate, sighing sounds.
“Slata's cunt, you're wet,” he groaned.
“You are so handsome,” I said, making my voice breathy, like the whores master sometimes would buy and enjoy before performing his experiments on them.
We sank down onto the earth and then he was in me. He wasted no time burying his thick cock into my pussy. I shuddered as pleasure rushed through me. I was designed to be easily stimulated and to squirt every time I came.
I locked my thighs about his waist as his powerful body drove his cock deep into my depths. I groaned and shuddered in delight, savoring every moment of his hard thrusts. I forced out more moans, acting like the whore.
“Fuck me,” I moaned in his ear. “Flood your cum into me.”
The phylactery was trapped between us, pressed against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his body, holding him tight as his balls slapped into my pussy. I bucked my hips up into him and squeezed my cunt on his shaft.
“I need your cum,” I gasped. “Pump it into me.”
“You are so hot,” he growled. “I cannot believe this is happening. What a tight, wet cunt.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Spill your seed in it.”
His pubic bone smashed against my clit every time he buried into me. My thighs tightened as the pleasure suddenly exploded through my body. My pussy convulsed about his dick, and my juices squirted out, flooding around his cock.
“Pater's cock,” he growled. “So fucking wet. I never knew mage's toys were so tight. No wonder they invented you.”
“Yes! Cum in me!”
The farmer's hips thrust into me. His back arched. His cum flooded me.
His soul was at its most open as his orgasm seized his mind. The diamond flared between us. Bright light lit the field around us as my master's soul rushed out into the man. The fabric of reality rippled. A haunting scream echoed through the night. The farmer yelled in fright atop me, spasming as he fought against my master's soul.
“No,” the man gibbered. “Pater save me! Defend your child from this evil. Please...”
His words trailed off as his body went into convulsions. I heaved him off of me. Spittle foamed at his lips. His eyes rolled back into his head. The muscles in his body spasmed as the man warred for possession of his body.
I sat up and let his cum leak out of me as I waited for my master to win control of the farmer's body.
Chapter Four: Spiritual Disturbance
Knight-Errant Angela – The Village of Etian, The Magery of Thosi
It felt like I had just fallen asleep when Sophia let out an ear-splitting scream.
I bolted awake. Sophia sat up next to me, screaming again. She clutched her naked body and shivered. Her brown hair spilled loose about her shoulders. Her lip trembled and her tears reflected the moonlight spilling in the open window.
“What's wrong?” I asked.
Sophia turned and threw her arms around my neck. Her entire body trembled as her small breasts pressed into my large tits. She buried her face into my red hair, sobbing incoherently.
“It was just a nightmare,” I guessed, stroking her back.
The door to our room burst open. Xera and Faoril, their hair mused and their bodies naked, entered the room. The elf looked at us. “What is it?”
“Just a nightmare, I think.”
“No!” The word exploded from Sophia's mouth. She pulled back. “Something vile happened. Something tore at the world's being and reentered it. Something evil.”
“What are you talking about?” Faoril asked. “Are you—” A yawn split her lips. “Sorry. Are you sure it's not a nightmare?”
Sophia shook her head. “It felt like...something had crossed over from the Astral Realm.”
“A spirit?” Xera asked, her ears twitching.
“Do you detect anything?” I asked the elf.
“No. But Sophia is clearly disturbed.”
“It was just a nightmare,” sighed Faoril. “I'm not surprised after the encounter with Fireeyes.”
Sophia had been disturbed by the encounter.
“I am telling you, the barrier between us and the Astral Realm was breached,” Sophia hissed. “I heard a loud scream. I felt it tear. The world feels...turbulent right now.”
“You can detect the Astral Realm?” I asked in shock.
“I guess,” Sophia shrugged. “I am a priestess. We're trained to handle spirits. We're sensitive to them and their domain.”
“Maybe it was a mage,” Faoril shrugged. “We summon spirits and other creatures from the Astral Realm all the time.”
“You do?” Sophia asked.
Faoril nodded. “I summoned lemures before I took my test, and during it I opened a portal and brought an eldritch horror into the world.”
Sophia stared at the mage, her eyes wide. A shiver ran through her. “You...summoned lemures? And a horror? Those are dangerous.”
“Hardly. I had prepared my circles impeccably.” Faoril pushed back her light-brown hair off her shoulders. “I am no amateur. I know how to contain spirits when I summon them and make sure they return. I do not damage the veil separating reality and beyond. I would guess a mage summoned spirits and you, being sensitive to the Astral Realm
because of your connection to Saphique, experienced the turbulence of their crossing.”
“But there are other priests and priestesses in Thosi,” Sophia pointed out. “Don't they grow concerned if they experience this all the time?”
“Acclimation. When you experience a stimuli over and over, whether it is an odor or a noise in the background, you become used to it. Your brain will filter it out into the background, no longer needing to process the stimuli because it has become a part of your daily environment.” Faoril yawned again. “I suggest we get some sleep.”
“Okay?” I asked Sophia, still holding the trembling girl. I shouldn't think of her as a girl, we were the same age, but that was what she felt like.
“Okay,” Sophia whispered. “You'll...”
“I'll hold you,” I whispered.
Sophia nodded.
“Good night and may your dreams be gay and gentle,” Xera smiled. Faoril had already left. The elf closed the door on the way out.
“Sorry for waking you up,” Sophia muttered.
I kissed her cheek as I snuggled up to her. She rolled onto her side, and I spooned her from behind. “Don't be. It could have been important. And if we weren't in the heart of magic, it might well have been.”
“Thank you.” Sophia snuggled closer.
I held her as we drifted off to sleep.
~ * ~
The Simulacrum – Allenoth Highway, Magery of Thosi
The scream echoed through reality as Master's soul warred with the farmer's for control over his body.
I sat calmly nearby, ignoring the farmer's pained yells as he fought to keep in possession of his body. Master's theoretical phylactery had worked. He had hidden his soul in a pocket dimension of the astral plane contained in a diamond amulet.
That diamond had cracked and shattered when he broke free and rushed into the man's body. The energy still rippled through the air. If I had any hair on my body, I was sure it would be standing up on end.
The night cooled away from the warmth of the spring day. I did not feel it. Simulacrum were created with a large degree of tolerance for temperature swings. We did not need clothing to help regulate our body temperature.
