by Reed James
Her fingers slipped from my pussy, coated in my juices and Thrak's cum. Serisia popped them into her mouth, her eyes squeezing shut as she let out a moan. Her cheeks hollowed. Her breasts jiggled beneath her.
“Mmm, that's good,” Serisia gasped. “I haven't tasted Thrak's cum in another woman's pussy since Allenoth.”
“That's where you're from?”
“That's where we met.” Serisia lowered her lips and buried them into my pussy.
“Slata's cunt,” I cursed at the sudden rush of excitement pouring through me. I bucked into the spirit's hungry mouth. She moaned as she licked her husband's cum out of my pussy. Her tongue swirled and explored, teasing all my folds.
The spirit's tongue dug deep into my depths, exploring, searching, gathering all the jizz she could find. Her arms wrapped about my legs, her fingers stroking my belly as her tongue plundered me. My hips bucked into her mouth while my hands played with my heaving tits.
“That's so good,” I groaned. “Oh, wow. Oh, yes. Keep...licking me right there. Oh, wow. Oh, yes. Mmm, that's it. You're so good at this.”
Her tongue slipped up to my clit. She swirled around the nub, then latched her lips on it. She sucked hard for a moment, shooting a hot jolt of pleasure through me. I arched my back and gasped, the bliss flooding my body.
Then she moved back down to my pussy. Her fingers replaced her mouth on my clit, slowly circling while her tongue thrust deep into my tunnel. She swirled it through my pussy, gathering more of Thrak's cum while she caressed my pussy's walls.
“Mmm, I think that's all the cum in your pussy,” Serisia purred as her lips nuzzled down through my taint.
“Oh, yes, lick my ass, slut,” I gasped. “Slata's cunt, you're a whorish wife.”
“I'm Thosian,” she laughed as I planted my feet and lifted my hips up, giving her easier access to my asshole.
Her fingers rubbed harder at my clit as her face pressed between my asscheeks. I gasped as her tongue licked at my sphincter. She swirled around the puckered opening, gathering Thrak's cum leaking out of my well-fucked ass.
Her tongue penetrated my sphincter. She moaned as she reamed me. The spirit devoured Thrak's cum. It was so nasty. My pussy clenched. I stared up at the stars burning over my head as I humped against her mouth.
My fingers squeezed my nipples. “I'm going to cum. Oh, you fucking whore. Make me cum. Yes, yes, yes.”
My pussy convulsed as my orgasm burst through me. Her fingers rubbed at my clit, shooting hot pleasure through my body. I bucked on the grass. The stars wheeled above me as the pleasure crashed into my brain. The spirit moaned, sucking at my asshole, gathering her husband's cum.
“So good!” I screamed into the night.
My back arched. And then I crashed back onto the ground, panting in exhaustion.
Serisia lifted her head and winked at me, then she was gone.
“Pater's cock,” I moaned and rolled on my side. I rested my head on my arm and sleep crashed over me.
~ * ~
Acolyte Sophia
“You were very...vigorous last night,” I said to Angela as we set out the next morning. Angela rode beside me, dressed in her armor.
“Sparing was...invigorating,” she smiled, then shot me a look. “I hope you weren't...”
“Hurt?” I shook my head. “I just wanted to sleep. It was hard hearing you cum so much.”
Angela's cheeks grew as red as her hair. When she blushed, it was so prettily, like a maiden. “Well, tonight I'll make you scream that loud.”
It was my turn to blush. “Yes, Mistress.”
I shifted on my saddle, my pussy growing hot as Angela's grin grew. “Mmm, I think I definitely have to make you scream that loud.”
I nodded my head, then glanced forward. Thrak led the way, Xera at his side. The orc moved as swiftly across the rolling grass as the elf. Serisia popped into existence for a moment, leaning on her husband and whispering in his ear.
He laughed.
She vanished.
The spirit...worried me. Phantoms were supposed to be dangerous, and yet she seemed like a normal woman, loving her husband, playing around with her friends. Only she could pop in and out of existence.
I should prepare an ampoule of Holy Milk. Just in case I needed to defend myself from the spirit. Holy Milk was a marvelous substance. It could reverse curses or drive back evil spirits. I had left Shesax with one ampoule which I used to restore an elf petrified by a basilisk. I never made another.
I should have.
As the day dragged on, the sun rose hotter and hotter. Summer seized this world, and it was felt even this far north in the lands that were locked in snow and cold during the winter. I was surprised just how warm it grew. And it was featureless. There was only grass as far as I could see covering the folded land.
How did Thrak know where we're going?
At noon, when we took our midday break, I slipped off my horse and walked away from the group.
“Where are you going?” Angela asked, walking to catch up.
“A ritual,” I answered. I gave her a smile. “You want to watch?”
“Will it make me wet?”
I nodded.
“Sure.”
“Let's go down this hill. I don't want Thrak watching,” I said. “It's a women's only thing.”
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, just making Holy Milk. Just in case I need it.”
Angela shrugged. “And how do you do that?”
I glanced at the hill. Thrak, and Serisia, were out of sight. I smiled and opened my white robe, letting it slide off my shoulders and revealing my petite body. Angela smiled at the sight, then reached out to cup my small breast and rub my hard nipple.
“Mmm, that's helpful,” I purred. Then I bent down to my pouch and pulled out the glass ampoule. I had a few spares in there. I had picked them up in Esh-Esh and then never did anything with them.
I pulled the cork stopper out of the glass ampoule, a bottle with a round bottom, before bringing its narrow mouth to my pussy. I held it in place with my left hand, then my right finger rubbed hard at my clit, shooting pleasure through me.
“You're masturbating into a jar?” Angela asked, her fingers playing with my nipple.
“Tell me how you're going to make me scream tonight,” I purred, the delight of her fingers playing with my nipple mixing with the pleasure radiating from my clit, all meeting in my pussy.
Angela smiled. “Well, I'm going to bind your wrists together over your head and stake them into the ground, keeping you in place.”
“Oh, yes,” I moaned, rubbing harder at my clit. My pussy clenched. My tart juices scented the air. “I love it when you do that.”
“Then,” Angela reached down and snapped off a stalk of grass that ended in fuzzy seeds, “I would take a piece of grass and tickle your tits.”
I groaned as Angela rubbed the fuzzy end of the grass along my tits. It was ticklish and delicious. I squirmed, rubbing harder at my clit. My ass clenched and my hips undulated as she slid the stalk across my small breast to my pink areola. My tongue piercing clicked against the back of my teeth as I moaned as she circled my areola.
“I would drive you slowly wild,” Angela purred, slowly dragging the grass around my nipple.
The teasing pleasure shot down to my pussy. I groaned at the sensations. It was a wonderful delight. The fuzzy ends of the grass lightly brushed my sensitive nipple. I bit my lip, fighting off a loud moan as a ripple of pleasure rushed through my body.
“Just this light touch,” Angela purred, “driving you wild. Making you beg me to rub harder and harder.” She leaned in and whispered, “But I won't. I will keep playing with you, moving the grass around your body.”
Angela moved it down to my stomach. I gasped, my abdomen contracting as the fuzzy grass tickled my bellybutton. My toes curled in my shoes. I tossed back my head, grinding my finger hard on my clit.
“So good,” I groaned. “Please, go back to my breasts
.”
“No.”
She circled the grass, moving lower, threatening to touch my pussy before sliding back up along my side. The ticklish pleasure shot down to my pussy. The orgasm swelled. My eyes squeezed shut and my pussy contracted.
“Angela,” I groaned.
“Are you going to cum, slut?” Angela purred.
“Yes,” I gasped.
The fuzzy grass slid up between my breasts, so close to my nipples, before caressing the sweep of my neck. She brought it to my chin. The soft end kissed me on the lips. I moaned as a flutter of delight washed through me.
My pussy clenched. I came hard.
Juices squirted from my cunt as the pleasure rippled through me. I moaned into the grass, flicking my tongue against it and tasting the bitter flavor. My body shook as the pleasure rushed through my body and into my mind.
“That's it, slut,” hissed Angela. “Cum like the whore you are.”
“Yes! Your whore, Mistress.”
My toes curled. My juices squirted again, splashing into the bottle and coating my fingers. I gripped the round ampoule in my sticky fingers as my body quaked. I sucked in a deep breath and then relaxed.
“Thanks for the help, Mistress,” I beamed.
Angela shuddered, her hips shifting. “Hurry up with the rest of your ritual.”
I nodded my head. “Saphique, anoint my breast milk with your blessed touch. Let it drive away curses.”
My breast milk filled my tits. I shuddered as they were warmed by my Goddess's touch. My nipple beaded. “Milk me, Angela,” I gasped as I brought the ampoule, half-full of my pussy juices, up to my nipple. “Please.”
“Slut,” purred Angela. She grasped my breast and milked me. I groaned as her fingers squeezed. A stream of anointed milk squirted into the ampoule, mixing into the pussy juices, transforming the liquid into cloudy delight.
“Again.”
Angela grinned and her fingers dug into my nipple. The tingling rush made me groan as more of my milk flooded into the ampoule and swirled around. She squeezed one last time, milking me while I swayed, and filled the ampoule.
I corked it and carefully set it down.
Angela licked the milk that had dribbled out of my nipple from her hand while I gazed up at her. Then she pulled her chainmail loincloth to the side, revealing her shaved pussy. My Mistress didn't have to command me.
I knew what she wanted.
“Slut,” hissed Angela as I buried my tongue into her tangy depths. I licked and swirled through her folds, eager for her delight.
Angela's hands gripped my light-brown hair. She held me fast, her hips undulating. Her chainmail brushed my cheek, cold and rough as I devoured my Mistress's pussy. I loved her so much. I loved making her cum.
My tongue, pierced by a silver stud, slid through her pussy lips. I knew where to lick her and caress her. I had mastered the art of cunnilingus. My thighs squeezed together as I savored worshiping my Mistress's pussy.
“That's it, slut,” hissed Angela. “Work that tongue in and out of me. Make me cream your mouth. You're a fucking whore.”
I moaned in delight. I was. I loved this. I shoved my tongue deep into her pussy, letting the hard stud caress her walls as I swirled it around. Angela moaned, her hips undulating faster, her pleasure swelling.
I could feel it grow in her. It had excited Angela to tease me with the grass. Her anticipation of my mouth had built while she watched me masturbate and then milked me. She was on fire. She was eager to erupt.
And I was eager to drink it all down.
Her tangy juices poured into my hungry mouth. Pussy juices were the greatest gift of the gods, of Saphique. She made sure all women could enjoy this wonderful delight of drinking another woman's cream.
My tongue swirled deep while my nose deliberately caressed Angela's clit. Angela's gasps grew louder. I could make her scream just as loud as Thrak. I slid my tongue up her folds to her clit, letting the piercing's round end brush her nub.
“Sophia, you fucking slut!” gasped Angela as her orgasm burst through her. “Oh, yes. My slut.”
“Your slut,” I agreed between licks. I drank down her juices while my Mistress shuddered in orgasmic delight.
Chapter Eighteen: Eagle Eyes
Xerathalasia – Ghost Wolves Tribal Lands, Larg Federation
After our midday break, we left the Red Eye lands behind and entered the Ghost Wolves' territory.
Thrak grew more cautious as he walked. “No more sneaking off for midday delights,” he growled. “The danger begins here.”
“They were Ghost Wolves you killed?” I asked him as we walked.
He nodded his head. “They raped and killed my wife. I killed many in return. It is a blood feud between me and them.”
I limbered my bow.
My eyes scanned the rolling hills. Each one was different. The texture of the grass shifted subtly as we walked, growing more golden, the stalks longer. The species changed, the greener grass giving way to the new until we were only walking through gold. Small rodents scurried beneath us in fear, disappearing into their holes.
An eagle or falcon, I had never seen the speices, ghosted overhead, its sharp eyes searching for prey. It was white and spotted with black dots. It drifted through the blue sky, circling as it hunted. It must feast off the many small rodents.
A harsh, woman's voice whispered on the wind.
My ears twitched. “I hear magic.”
“You can hear magic?” Thrak asked.
“Faoril,” I called, turning back to the rest of the party. “There is magic on the air.”
“Doing what?” Faoril asked, lifting her gaze from Fireeyes's foul journal.
“I know not.” My eyes kept scanning, searching for the danger.
“Has Fireeyes's employer hired another rogue mage to come after us?” Angela demanded, drawing her sword.
“The voice sounds...orcish,” I admitted. “Guttural and harsh, but still feminine.”
“A shaman,” Thrak growled. “Kill the eagle.”
His words were authoritative. I drew an arrow, knocked, aimed, and loosed. My arrow streaked through the air and caught the eagle. It screeched in pain, then fell to the earth in a swoosh of feathers before crashing to the ground.
“The spell has stopped,” I answered.
“Then the eagle was a familiar,” Faoril answered. “A mage was watching us through it.”
“A shaman,” Thrak answered. “One of the Ghost Wolves' whores. She was searching for something and found us.”
“Great,” Angela muttered.
“Is she hunting for us?” Sophia asked.
Thrak shrugged. “We are on the border. The Burning Demons lie to the east. She may have been keeping a watch for a raiding party.”
“We camp with a guard,” Angela said. “Let's keep moving. We need to put distance between us and the eagle now that the shaman's blind.”
Thrak nodded.
We increased our pace across the plains as the sun sank towards the horizon. The days lasted longer, giving us lots of light to travel by. Sophia and Faoril both looked exhausted by the time we camped in a depression.
“No sex tonight,” Angela said. “Who wants first watch?”
“I will take it,” I volunteered. “From the hilltop should give us a commanding view of the terrain.”
Angela nodded.
The night passed without event. Angela replaced me past midnight and when I awoke at dawn, Thrak had taken the final watch, his ghostly wife at his side. Sophia and Faoril were both nervous, glancing around as we gathered up our camp.
We ate a simple breakfast—the humans and Thrak chewed hard trail rations while I nibbled on the grass, discovering it to be quite tart and delicious. The humans mounted their horses, and Thrak and I blazed a trail across the plain.
By midmorning, a snow eagle ghosted along our path.
“The shaman has found us,” I announced, throwing a look over my shoulder. The eagle flew high and distan
t, but I knew its keen eyes let it see far.
“Shoot it,” Sophia urged.
I shook my head. “The familiar is not in bow range.”
“Nothing to do but keep moving,” Thrak said. “Swiftly. We need to reach the fens and pass into Bloody Wyvern territory.”
“When will that be?” asked Angela.
“Tomorrow.”
“Let's go. We'll push our horses. Sophia, you have healing potions?”
The acolyte nodded, her face pale, her green eyes wide.
“If the horses falter, you will heal them,” Angela said. “It'll let us push them harder.”
“Great,” muttered Faoril. She gripped a vial of cum in hand, ready to down it and unleash her magic.
I moved at a light jog, the horses cantering behind me. Their hooves thudded in the grass, their bridles jingling and saddles creaking. The horses neighed, complaining about the pace but still steadfast and obedient to their owners.
The eagle ghosted above us. The shaman knew not to close the distance. I occasionally caught snatches of her magic on the wind when it shifted directions. The sun climbed as we kept up the pace. I frequently glanced behind us, searching for pursuers.
So far, only the eagle followed.
“It's noon,” complained Sophia. “Can we take a break?”
“No,” Angela growled. “Eat while you ride.”
Thrak nodded, his swarthy chest glistening with sweat, but he bore the exertion without complaint. I nibbled on grass as we moved. My ears twitching and my nose alert for any new scents carried on the wind.
We passed by a larger hill, the top covered in greener grass and a few stunted trees that grew on the ground. A brook trickled down the hill, fed by an underground spring. The ground grew muddy and the rich scent of loam filled my nose.
And something orcish.
I froze, looking up at the hill. The grass moved. “Attackers!” I shouted as the orcs rose and fired their bows.
Chapter Nineteen: Wolf Pack
Journeyman Mage Faoril
I dropped my vial in shock as the orcs rose on the hill and fired at us. Black arrows buzzed as they streaked down at us. Sophia screamed and fell from her saddle, clutching her stomach,an arrow buried in her flesh. She writhed on the ground in pain.
