The Mage's Passion

by Reed James

My heart leaped in my chest. Fear seized me as a naked Angela stood in the doorway. A white-marble cock, polished to a smooth sheen, thrust from the leather harness strapped about her waist. Her large tits bounced and her red hair swayed as she strolled into the room.

  I looked away. “I'm not in the mood to be dominated tonight.”

  “When is it your choice, slave?” Angela purred.

  “Please.” A shiver ran through me. “I...I can't...”

  “That wasn't me,” Angela said. “Your Mistress would never hurt you. She would only give you what you want. What you need.”

  “I don't need this.” Tears beaded my eyes.

  “I think you do.” Angela was so strong. I didn't want to be afraid of her. I loved her, and yet...

  The spectral cock filled me, snapping my connection to Saphique.

  “Just...go away.”

  “Novices,” Angela snapped, her voice commanding, “bind her hands and feet to the bed.”

  “Lady Knight?” one asked.

  “I gave you an order, slut!”

  The novices squeaked and jumped to their feet.

  “Angela,” I groaned as they pulled off the linen sheets, twirling them into ropes. “Please, just go away. I can't...do this.”

  “You have to,” Angela said. “I'm your mistress. I'm not giving you up because you were attacked by a spirit. You are mine. Right?”

  I bit my lip. A strange shudder ran through my body. “I...yes. I am yours. But...”

  “And it wasn't me. It was just that thing that used me. You know that. You know I would never harm you.” Angela paused. “I...love you, Sophia.”

  Tears burned in my eyes. “What?”

  “I think...I love you. You've wormed into my heart. You've joined Lady Delilah in there. I've been scared to admit it. I mean, I gave up...someone to the oracle.”

  “Kevin,” I whispered.

  Angela frowned. “Kevin? I loved him?” Then she shook her head. “No, that doesn't matter. You matter.” Her hand clenched the amulet dangling between her tits. “You matter a lot to me. I won't promise to only be yours. I have needs you just can't satisfy. But that won't change my feelings.”

  “I...” I didn't know what to say. I had yearned to hear Angela reciprocate my love for weeks. It had been forty-five days since we left Shesax on the quest, and I had fallen in love with her so swiftly.

  But the fear held me. What if this was a trick?

  Gressi tied the sheet to my right arm and pulled it to the bedpost, securing it. I didn't fight Tholia as she did the same with my left. My eyes were fixed on the white cock. It wasn't black and translucent like the karabasan had created.

  But...it was still thrusting from Angela. My pussy clenched.

  “I...”

  Gressi pulled my left leg out as she tied another sheet to my ankle. Tholia matched her. In moments I was spread-eagle and vulnerable before Angela. She could do anything to me. There was nothing I could do to stop her.

  My body shuddered in fear.

  “Do you trust your mistress?” Angela asked.

  I forced my eyes to stare up at her blue eyes. They weren't the same eyes as they were that night. They weren't a hungry spirit wanting to ravish my body. They were the eyes of my lover. My mistress. The woman I trusted to bind me up and love me.

  “I...do...” I swallowed. “I will submit to you, Mistress.”

  It was...empowering. I didn't have to be afraid of Angela. She wasn't the one who attacked me. She loved me. She would never hurt me. I loved her. I took a deep breath, my small breasts rising before me as Angela strolled to the bed.

  “You can leave, novices,” commanded Angela.

  “Yes, Lady Knight,” they both answered. They grabbed their discarded robes, not bothering to put them on, before scampering out of the room.

  I took a deep breath and forced myself to say, “Take me, Mistress. Fuck me with your cock.” It grew easier. I didn't have to be afraid. “Pound my cunt and take your pleasure in my body.”

  Angela smiled. She crawled onto the bed, her heavy breasts dangling down, her nipples hard. Her red hair caressed my stomach as she leaned over and suckled at my breast. My breast milk still flowed—I could control it—and I groaned as my Mistress nursed.

  “Yes, drink my milk,” I groaned as I undulated, my hands pulling against my bonds. They weren't tight enough. Those novices knew nothing about proper bondage.

  Angela nipped my nipple hard with her teeth between suckles. The pleasure shot down to my aching, wet pussy. I clenched and groaned, my body shuddering against my bonds. I loved the pain. I drank it in.

  Her hand swept across my stomach and reached for my other breast. She squeezed my tit, letting her fingernails bite into my flesh. I shuddered and savored the ache. Her fingers slid up and found my nipple and pinched.

  “Mistress,” I bucked as the pain shot through me. One nipple buzzed with pleasure as she suckled and the other screamed in pain as she pinched.

  Angela lifted her lips. “Mmm, those are the sounds I want to hear from your lips, slut.” She pinched again, letting out a purring moan as I gasped. “Such sweet music.”

  Angela's tits dragged across my stomach as her lips moved to mine. Her nipples were hard, massaging my flesh as she claimed my lips. I moaned into her kiss, loving the creamy flavor of my breast milk. Her tongue shot into my mouth, dominating me as her fingernails pinched my nipple.

  My pussy burned as I writhed beneath her.

  Angela's hand abandoned my breast, her fingernails lightly scraping as she slid down across my stomach. My pussy clenched as she reached lower. I moaned into her kiss, bucking as her fingernails caressed my bare pudenda right above my clit.

  Her fingers pressed into my folds. She found my aching nub. Her fingernails pressed on it. She pinched.

  I bucked beneath her. My orgasm threatened to devour me. But I hadn't been given permission to cum. I held it in. I fought against the pleasure. I would not be weak. I would not break the command of my lover.

  It was so hard. If her lips weren't pressed on mine, I would beg her to let me cum.

  Don't cum.

  Her fingers pinched harder. The rapturous pain flooded my body.

  I couldn't cum. I couldn't be weak.

  Her fingers twisted, abusing my poor clit. My pussy clenched. My hips bucked. The pleasure called to me. Sang to me. My body begged me to surrender to the sweet release of my orgasm. It was so hard to fight, to resist.

  But I was a servant of Saphique. My body had been trained. I could make myself cum without even touching my pussy.

  And I could keep myself from cumming no matter how great the stimuli.

  Angela broke the kiss, a grin on her face. “Good,” she purred. “Do you want to cum?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” I gasped, undulating beneath her torturous bliss. “May I please cum, Mistress?”

  Angela pursed her lips, her blue eyes flashing. She teased me, delaying her answer while her fingers continued to pinch and twist my clit. My toes curled. My body bucked. The knot on my right ankle came free.

  I kept my legs spread anyways.

  “I don't think so, slut. You do not have my permission to cum.” Angela licked her lush lips. “Yet.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” I gasped. “Use my body until I please you.”

  “You hope to earn your orgasm, slut?”

  “Yes, Mistress. I want to please you. I want to make you so happy that you will reward me.”

  Her fingers left my clit. I groaned, the urge to cum fading while Mistress moved between my thighs, her hand on her marble dildo. She stroked it like it was real, pressing the base into her clit and sending small flutters of pleasure through her.

  I was trained to observe and know when a woman experienced any pleasure. I could read Angela's body. I could predict the precise moment she would cum. I knew how to manipulate her body and give her whatever pleasure I wanted.

  But she wanted to fuck me. To please her, I only had to lie here and le
t her pound me.

  “Fuck my slutty pussy, Mistress,” I purred. “Shove your dildo into me and make me yours again. Wash away that terrible memory.”

  Angela ran her hands up my inner thighs to my wet pussy. I shuddered and my toes curled. Her touch was so sweet now. She leaned over me, her breasts dangling above as she moved into position. Her right hand guided her dildo to my wet pussy as she settled her weight on me, her pillowy tits pressing against my small breasts.

  Her dildo sank into my pussy.

  “Yes,” I gasped as the slick, marble shaft spread my pussy apart. It was cold and a shock to my pussy. I savored the sensation as my flesh gripped it and warmed up the shaft. “Thank you for fucking my cunt, Mistress.”

  “You're welcome, slut,” Angela purred, her hips undulating, drawing the dildo out and slamming it back in.

  I stared into her eyes as she fucked me. They were such deep thrusts. My pussy drank in the pleasure of her slow, strong strokes. Her nipples rubbed into mine as she moved on me. My free, right leg wrapped around her hip, gripping her as she made love to me.

  “Those novices don't know how to tie knots,” she grinned.

  “Nope. You should spank them, Mistress,” I giggled.

  “Maybe I should. After I've used my little slut for my pleasure.”

  A wicked shudder ran through me. Her cock was wonderful in me. I didn't have to fear her. I didn't have to be afraid that I would lose my connection to my Goddess. Angela's dildo was in me, loving me, and I was still pure.

  Angela's strokes grew harder as her pleasure increased. Small shudders ran through her body when she slammed into me, the base of the dildo pressing on her clit. But she also got off on fucking me, dominating me.

  It was a powerful emotion.

  My hands pulled at my bonds as the pleasure built inside of me. As her strokes grew faster, her dildo sent more and more flutters of delight through me. I groaned, fighting off my orgasm. The bed rocked as her strokes grew more powerful.

  My clit ached every time she buried into me. Our flesh slapped together, making that wonderful sound. I groaned and shuddered beneath her. I bucked into her hard strokes. My body drank in the pleasure, my war against my orgasm growing harder.

  “That's it, slut,” hissed Angela as her own pleasure swelled. “Take my cock like a good whore.”

  “Your whore, Mistress,” I purred.

  Her pleasure built at my words. She loved to hear them. Her body trembled as her orgasm swelled faster and faster. Her strokes grew more urgent. Her breathing heavier. I undulated beneath her, gasping in delight.

  The air filled with our shared musk. I knew her pussy juices leaked out of her and trickled down her dildo, mixing with mine. The thought almost made me lose control. I grit my teeth as I fought against the pressure to cum.

  “Oh, you are so close,” groaned Angela. “You want to cum so badly.”

  “I do, Mistress. I love it when you fuck your slut. Please, may I cum?”

  “Not yet,” she groaned and shuddered. “I'm not there yet.”

  “Then please cum, Mistress,” I moaned, my words the trigger for her pleasure. “Cum from fucking my naughty, slutty pussy.”

  “Sophia,” Angela gasped as her orgasm spasmed through her. “Oh, yes. You're my slut.”

  “I am,” I panted as she slammed the dildo deep into me.

  “You may cum, slut,” she gasped, her back arching, pressing her pillowy tits against me.

  “Thank you, Mistress,” I groaned as I surrendered to the bliss building inside of me.

  We gasped and moaned together. Our lips met in a wonderful kiss. I loved my mistress. And she loved me. I didn't have to be afraid of her. I could let myself surrender to her passion all the time. It was wonderful.

  She collapsed on me. We still kissed, but they were gentle. I savored her weight on me. She was strong and soft all at the same time. Her lips nibbled on mine and then she finally rolled off of me. She slipped off her harness and cuddled up to me.

  “Good night,” she whispered, resting her head on my small breasts.

  I smiled and closed my eyes, three of my limbs still bound, and drifted off into the first easy sleep I had in days.

  Chapter Thirteen: Rebirth

  Journeyman Mage Faoril

  “You cannot enter the holy temple of Saphique dripping in cum,” the novice guarding the door gasped, her eyes wide in shock and disgust.

  I glanced down at my body. I had gotten myself carried away enjoying the Solstice Festival. I had fucked so many men last night while I caroused before I passed out in a strange bed. When I woke up at dawn, I staggered back to the temple where I left all my belongings.

  “But my companions and I are staying here,” I protested.

  The novice shook her head. “You are covered in the filthy stuff. It's even in your hair.”

  I groaned and touched my short, light-brown hair. Dried cum matted my tresses. I reeked of it. My pussy still tingled with the delight of last night. “But I need a bath to clean myself before I leave.”

  “I suggest an inn,” the novice said.

  “But...” My money was in my robes. I sighed. I needed to think. “Could you send a message to either Xerathalasia, Knight-Errant Angela, or Acolyte Sophia that their companion, Faoril, is outside and in need of her robes.”

  “I...can.” She said. “But you must not step one foot on our marble steps.”

  I nodded and shifted my hips. Cum leaked down my thighs. I really needed a bath. Last night had been fun, but it had also been excessive. The temple square was practically empty of anyone conscious, though many did slumber around the fountains.

  I frowned. Maybe I could wash off in it. I did enjoy being fucked over and over, but I was so messy. I needed to be cleaned.

  I crossed the square to a fountain of the Goddess Rithi straddling and riding the God of War, Gewin. In legends, the Goddess of Art had discovered that Gewin had the most perfect cock. She seduced the warrior god so she could sculpt an anatomically correct statue of Gewin. Their union had birthed the Phoenix, the strange demigoddess who was born over and over on the same dawn as the mighty hero whom she would love and fight beside in her new life.

  I could use a rebirth.

  Xera found me in the fountain washing the last of the cum off my body. She held my robes over one arm, an amused look on her face and her pointed ears twitching. “Did you enjoy the festival?”

  “I did,” I answered, taking the robes as I climbed out. “Very invigorating. I could perform such feats of magic right now.”

  It was a pity the energy would fade out of me by nightfall.

  “Shall we break our fast and continue on?”

  “No time,” Angela said, marching across the square in her armor. The Knight once again looked robust and beautiful, her stamina fully recovered from her possession. “Here.”

  I was tossed a piroshki—a steaming bun stuffed with cabbage, cheese, and egg. I bit in hungrily, savoring the warm delight as Sophia slipped up in her traveling robes, looking happy as she paused by the knight.

  “Another day riding a horse,” I groaned. It grew easier, but I do not think I would ever learn to love it.

  “Yep,” Sophia nodded. “Another beautiful day.”

  Angela smiled, and I groaned as a trio of novices led out our horses from around the back of the temple. Angela went to her large, black charger Midnight, stroking his nose before she mounted him with ease. Sophia gracefully mounted Purity.

  I sighed and hauled myself onto Buttercup's back. My legs were already sore and we hadn't even left Allenoth. Xera walked beside us as we rode through the recovering city. Naked men and women were everywhere, sleeping off their drunken celebrations while their more sober neighbors began cleaning up.

  We passed the University of Allenoth on the north side of the city. The university was second only to the Collegiate Tower in Esh-Esh for scholarship, though never say that near an Allenoth student—they would fight even a mage. The campus was b
uilt upon the shores of the River Morg that boarded the northern edge of Allenoth.

  We crossed the river and set out north on the highway to Norv. I pulled out Fireeyes's disgusting book and sank into his research into life and death. What had caused the strange spiritual turbulence that only ended a few days ago?

  I hoped the answers were in here.

  ~ * ~

  King Edward IV – Shesax, The Kingdom of Secare

  My wife, Lavinia, spooned her bowl of porridge seasoned with blueberries into her mouth, her free hand rubbing at her swollen belly beneath her dressing gown as she broke her fast. I sat nearby, a report on the state of the royal coffers spread out before me.

  I regretted giving High Virgin Vivian and her temple seven more years of relief from their taxes. The Temples of Saphique owned valuable estates. The Summer Solstice celebration yesterday required such a large expenditure of of coin for the various balls and feasts custom dictated I throw. Entertainers, servants, food, housing, and more all had to be paid for.

  I tried to study the reports, they were important, but my eyes flicked to the bowl.

  Fireeyes left it. Every few minutes, my eyes would flick to it, seeing if the water shade turned red, announcing Angela's death. My son's birth loomed ever closer. The court physician predicted he would be born in the fortnight.

  My son would follow me as ruler of Secare. Angela would never succeed at restoring her ancestor's High Kingdom.

  The curtains at the windows rustled. Lavinia smiled and turned. “Lady Delilah.”

  The beautiful knight strode in, her hair glowing like fire, lit from behind by the rising sun. Her eyes were hard as she strolled across the room, her armor clinking. I swallowed as her gaze locked on me.

  I refused to show my fear. I was the king here.

  “Would you care to explain why you hired a warlock to kill Angela?” Lady Delilah demanded. “What happened to our plan of letting the dragon Dominari kill her? She would die like every other knight for the last two hundred years that dared tried to slay the beast.”

  I fixed her gaze. How did she even know about Fireeyes? How did she come and go from my balcony? What strange magics did the knight possess? She should have none. Knights were a martial order, eschewing the divine magics of paladins and priests or the arcane arts of the mages of Thosi.