The Mage's Passion

by Reed James

  “Pater's cock, you two are hot,” I moaned, adjusting the smooth, marble shaft so it pressed on my clit. “Sophia, activate your toy.”

  “Holy Saphique,” gasped Sophia, “give life to my toy so I may give pleasure to all who love you.”

  The dildo vibrated. I groaned, my clit suddenly engulfed by the humming bliss. My pussy clenched and my eyes fluttered. I pushed it tighter against my clit as I stretched out behind Sophia, loving every second of the humming pleasure.

  I rubbed the humming dildo between her thighs. Sophia gasped as it caressed her flesh. I pushed the tip into her pussy. Xera's hands reached around, grasping my ass and pulling me deeper into my lover's flesh.

  “Fuck her hard,” groaned Xera. “The little slut needs it.”

  “Yes, I do,” moaned Sophia. “Please, fuck me hard, Mistress. Oh, yes, the toy's humming inside of me.”

  I groaned as the humming toy rubbed on my clit as I fucked Sophia. I pressed my body tight against hers, my nipples caressing her supple back. I sucked and nibbled at her neck as my hips pumped away, bringing gasps and moans as she licked through Xera's pussy.

  “You like my girl-dick fucking you, slut,” I moaned into her ear, my pussy clenching as the pleasure built inside of me.

  “Yes,” Sophia moaned, a shudder racing through her body. “So good.”

  Her tongue buried deep into Xera's pussy. The elf moaned, her tongue licking at my pussy now. She brushed through my folds as I drove the dildo in and out of Sophia's pussy. Xera's tongue was lithe and amazing, dancing across my folds. I groaned into Sophia's ear.

  My pussy clenched every time I drove the vibrating dildo into Sophia's pussy. The humming base pressed harder on my clit. My little nub shot ecstasy into my pussy. The delight of Xera's tongue swirling through my folds only added to the growing pleasure.

  “Mmm, two human pussies to lick,” groaned Xera. “Oh, what a wonderful night. Keep fucking Sophia. She squirts when she cums. I want to drink down so much of her juices.”

  “Yes, please keep fucking me, Mistress,” shuddered Sophia.

  “Keep licking Xera's pussy,” I ordered, nipping her ear.

  “Yes.” Sophia buried her pierced tongue into Xera's pussy. The elf moaned and shuddered as Sophia's tongue explored through the elf's many pussy lips.

  My thrusts grew faster. I savored the wonderful, humming pleasure of my cock. My pussy clenched. Xera's tongue dived deep into my folds, caressing and teasing me. I reached across Sophia, sliding up to grip the elf's ass and brushing Sophia's fingers. I clenched as the pleasure built.

  “Saphique's hymen,” groaned Sophia. “Oh, yes, I'm so close to cumming.”

  “Do it, slut,” I moaned. “Cum like the naughty, lesbian slut you are.”

  Sophia shuddered and then writhed in my embrace. Xera moaned her delight, her lips moving from my pussy. Sophia bucked harder as her orgasm washed through her. She gripped Xera's ass as she caressed the elf.

  “Slata's cunt, yes!” moaned Sophia. “Oh, Xera, drink my juices.”

  The elf moaned in delight, clearly doing just that. A tremble ran through my body. I made my lover cum; now it was my turn. My strokes were harder, slamming the vibrating dildo into the trembling Sophia's pussy. My pussy was on fire, clenching and relaxing, the delight building.

  “I'm going to cum fucking your slutty pussy,” I hissed.

  “Cum, Mistress,” Sophia moaned. “Just keep fucking me.”

  “Do you think you're going to cum again, slut?” I hissed, my hand leaving Xera's ass to press between their bodies. I found Sophia's nipple and pinched.

  “Yes!” Sophia gasped, shuddering again. “Oh, yes. Mmm, I love it. Xera's drinking my juices.”

  “So tasty,” gasped the elf.

  “Get ready to drink mine, Xera,” I moaned. “I'm almost there.”

  The elf's tongue licked to my pussy. Her lips pressed into mine as I thrust into Sophia's pussy. The pleasure burst through me. I groaned as I pinched Sophia's nipple hard. Waves of pleasure shot through my body while my juices flooded out into the hungry elf's mouth.

  “Cum, Xera,” hissed Sophia, her tongue attacking the elf's clit. “Drown me.”

  The elf moaned into my pussy and joined me in that most wonderful release.

  Chapter Twenty-Two: The Mage's Desires

  Thrak

  The moans of the three women echoed over the crackle of the fire. My cock ached. Serisia's mouth engulfed my dick, lightly sucking and caressing with the tip of her tongue. My wife's spirit teased me, her tongue flicking at my cock ring.

  Only her face pressed out of the ground so she could suck my cock while I lay on my belly. My stomach tingled where the top of her head phased through my body. My swarthy fingers pried apart Faoril's pale butt-cheeks.

  “Mmm, I can't believe I let Serisia talk me into anal sex,” Faoril groaned.

  “You know you want to feel my monster stretching out your bowels,” I grinned at her.

  Faoril shuddered, her silver nose piercing glinting as her smile grew. She smiled at me over her shoulder. Like me, she was lying on her belly, her legs spread, her pussy almost in my face. Her spicy musk filled my nose. I stroked my tongue through her neatly trimmed bush of dark-brown hair before pressing into her plump pussy lips.

  Her spicy musk was delicious.

  “Mmm, that's nice,” Faoril sighed, wiggling her hips.

  I let my tongue probe deeper while my thick fingers massaged her butt-cheeks. They dipped into her crack, teasing at her sphincter. That brought another sigh from Faoril. She was a remarkable woman, intelligent and witty with a body men would fight wars to possess.

  I swirled my tongue through her pussy as Serisia kept teasing my cock, keeping me hard and eager. She wanted me to fuck Faoril's ass. It had all been her idea. “You need to experience every bit of my husband,” she had whispered to Faoril. “He has many pleasures to offer a woman.”

  Faoril's hips undulated, pressing her pussy back into my mouth while her butt-cheeks flexed beneath my groping fingers. Her juices poured into my mouth. My tongue swirled deep, flicking from her pussy up to her hole.

  Then I licked higher.

  “Thrak,” sighed Faoril as I pressed between her butt-cheeks, eager to devour her sweet ass and make her explode.

  My tongue reached her sphincter. I swirled around the sour hole. My balls tingled and my cock ached in Serisia's warm mouth. I was eager to give her every bit of pleasure I could. My tongue bathed her sphincter, teasing her, bringing sweet moans.

  Then I shoved my tongue into her.

  “Pater's cock,” moaned Faoril as I wiggled through her bowels.

  Serisia sucked harder, working more of her warm mouth up and down my cock. The tingles of her body phasing through my stomach and groin intensified, rushing to my balls. I squirmed, moaning into Faoril's sour, delicious ass.

  “Oh, you are eager to fuck my ass,” Faoril groaned. “You just want to ram that thick, wonderful cock deep into my tight bowels. Damn, I'm so letting you do it. You need to stop being so sexy, Thrak.”

  “Never,” I rumbled between licks. “Not when I have your delicious body to play with.”

  “Pater's cock,” she moaned again. “Why couldn't you just be an uncultured barbarian?”

  “I would still fuck you just as hard, and you would still explode on my cock.”

  “I would,” she groaned. “But I wouldn't be...”

  “Wouldn't what?”

  “Nothing,” she groaned. “Keep eating my ass. Get me ready for that monster.”

  “Libido is ever the driving force that underpins the interactions between men and women,” I quoted. “It girds and binds them, pulling them closer. It is inexorable. Sex is the most powerful driving force.”

  “Don't quote Brouchelli at me right now,” gasped Faoril. “I just want to be fucked.”

  “Thus proving Brouchelli right,” I laughed before diving my tongue back into her asshole.

  Faoril gasped and moaned, her
ass flexing and her hips lifting, pressing her sour asshole against my probing tongue. I swirled and licked. I loved her flavor. My hands pressed beneath her, reaching her clit as I tongued her.

  “Oh, that's wonderful. Pater's cock, but you know what you're doing.”

  Her clit was wet with her juices and throbbed beneath my rubbing fingers. She bucked again, her bowels clenching upon my probing tongue. I worked it in as deep as I could, swirling it while Serisia's mouth fully engulfed my cock, her throat constricting about it, soaking me in her ghostly saliva.

  Readying me for Faoril's ass.

  “Oh, yes. Mmm, keep rubbing and rimming me. Oh, you wonderful orc. Gods, yes.”

  Faoril's moans joined the pants of the women on the other side of the fire. She shuddered and bucked, cumming on my mouth. Her juices flooded out of her pussy and coated my fingers. I savored her sour bowels clenching on my tongue.

  She was ready to be fucked.

  “Pater's cock, fuck me,” moaned Faoril.

  “I couldn't agree more.”

  I pulled myself up Faoril's body, my cock sliding from Serisia's mouth. My wife rose from the earth, grasping my dick and guiding it between Faoril's ass. A big grin spread Serisia's pierced lips. Like Faoril, she was Thosian—pale skin, dark-brown hair, soft eyes.

  I stared into the spirit of my wife's eyes. She was such a wonderful, loving creature. I didn't want to lose her. Her hand brought my dick to Faoril's sphincter. Serisia nodded her head.

  I thrust.

  “Pater's thick, hard cock!” moaned Faoril as I slammed into the tight, hot, velvety embrace of her ass. “Gewin's cock, Luben's cock, Las's cursed cock.”

  “I think she loves it,” giggled Serisia as she moved before us.

  “I absolutely do,” Faoril groaned, her asshole clenching on my dick. “Fuck me, Thrak. Pound my ass. Make us both cum.”

  “Mmm, do it,” Serisia purred, kneeling on her hands and knees before me, her pussy pressing into my lips.

  I licked at my wife's trimmed, spicy pussy. She even tasted similar to Faoril. I licked my lips through her folds as I slowly slammed my cock into Faoril's tight embrace. She shivered every time. I loved the slow, powerful strokes, the anticipation as I drew my cock out, my dick eager for the rush of pleasure that accompanied slamming back in while my piercing moved and tugged inside of her.

  “Pater's cock, that piercing is hot,” Faoril moaned.

  “Isn't it,” purred Serisia. “Just enjoy my husband's dick.”

  “So much,” Faoril gasped, her hips bucking up to meet my thrusts.

  My balls smacked into her pussy with meaty thwacks every time I buried into her. I growled into my wife's pussy, fucking my tongue in and out of her hole with the same intensity I pounded Faoril's tight asshole. I wanted both women to have the same amount of pleasure.

  “Mmm, yes, keep working that cock in me,” gasped Faoril. “So good.”

  Her asshole clenched on my dick as I drew out. The tip ached. The pleasure raced up my shaft to my balls. I thrust harder, faster, smacking my balls over and over into her pussy. I savored the wet smack and Faoril's groans.

  “Pound her asshole,” Serisia moaned, humping her hot pussy into my lips, her pubic hairs tickling my face. “Make her cum.”

  “Make me cum,” Faoril moaned in delight. “Then dump all your cum inside of me.”

  “Yes,” I growled into my wife's pussy.

  My dick ached. I fought off my orgasm as I frantically rutted in Faoril's asshole. I wanted to feel her bowels spasming about my dick. I slammed into her, my ass clenching. The pressure in my balls was intense. I grunted and growled into my wife's pussy. My tongue licked through her folds and I drank down her spicy juices.

  “Pater's cock!” moaned Faoril. “Oh, yes. Gods, yes. So good. You're driving me to my orgasm, Thrak. Just keep pounding me. Oh, you're such a stud. A gods-damned stud.”

  I slammed deep into her asshole. Faoril's body shook and bucked beneath me. Her moans were wordless, but full of all her passion. Her bowels writhed about my dick, massaging the tip. I groaned as pulled my cock out to the edge of her ass.

  “Cum in her!” moaned Serisia as she humped her pussy into my lips, her juices squirting, her own passionate moans joining Faoril's.

  I slammed into Faoril's asshole. My dick buried into her hot, tight depths. My balls erupted. I growled, my passion muffled by Serisia's cumming pussy. My jizz spurted in blast after blast, flooding Faoril's ass and shooting pulses of pleasure through me. I writhed atop of her as the pleasure built.

  And then I collapsed. “Pater's cock, you have a great ass, Faoril.”

  “And you have a great cock.” She turned her head. I kissed her. She moaned, shifting beneath me, her tongue gathering Serisia's pussy juices.

  “You both are so beautiful,” my wife smiled. “Now roll off of her. I want to lick her clean.”

  I smiled, breaking the kiss. I rolled onto my back and watched my wife lick my cum out of Faoril's ass. Afterward, I had them both pressed on my side. It was nice. I never wanted it to end. I watched the stars twinkle overhead as Faoril fell asleep on my arm.

  “She's the one,” I stated.

  Serisia nodded. “I'm so happy for you.” Her hand touched my heart. “She'll take care of you when I'm gone.”

  “Why do you have to go? Why can't I have you both?”

  “I'm not meant to be here.” There was pain in her voice. “I don't want to lose you, but I know you'll be taken care of. You'll be happy when I pass on. And I'll wait for you. For you both. There's a whole other existence beyond this one. A place where Dauthaz's shadow cannot touch and reap.”

  “Why did he have to take you from me?” I whispered, hating the god of death.

  “It wasn't Dauthaz,” she sighed. “It was my killer.”

  I closed my eyes, fighting against the pain in my heart. Faoril shifted in her sleep. Her hand slid up my chest and brushed Serisia's over my heart. Some of the pain diminished. I looked at her sleeping face.

  “See, there can still be happiness for you,” whispered Serisia. “Now, if only she would pierce her nipples.”

  A rumbling laugh escaped my lips.

  Chapter Twenty-Three: Crossing the Orc Lands

  Journeyman Mage Faoril – Bloody Wyverns' Tribal Lands, Larg Federation

  By midday after the fight with the Ghost Wolves, we left their territory behind and entered the Bloody Wyverns' territory. I stared at Thrak as he led us, Xera at his side. We had to be quiet again. While the Bloody Wyverns had no reason to want to kill Thrak, they were still dangerous.

  As the afternoon stretched on, the land turned marshy. We skirted the edge of the Fen, a huge marsh wreathed in sickly mist and dotted with brackish water. The branches of skeletal trees pressed out of the mist, reaching towards the sunlight. Scent of sour, rotten leaves wafted out of the low lands.

  The Fens pressed us towards the east. We passed between them and the edges of the rough, folded lands known as the Pogh Hills as we headed out on the peninsula upon which Murathi lay. Once we cleared both, we would be on the open tundra and find the ruins.

  As we traveled, I studied Fireeyes' Book, hoping to find useful information, like why he tried to kill Angela.

  Serisia manifested behind me, her arms wrapping about my red robes. She rested her head on my shoulder. “That's a foul book.”

  “It is,” I answered.

  “Being a mage must expose you to dark ideas.”

  “Knowledge can always lead to dark paths,” I answered. “But with a solid education, you can recognize the pitfalls and not be taken in by dangerous philosophies. What is in here is sick, but there are answers I have to find in it.”

  “Have you ever thought of piercing your nipples.”

  I blinked at the sudden shift in conversation. “What?”

  Serisia's hand slid up my robe, then phased through it to touch my naked flesh beneath. She cupped my round breast. My nipple hardened at her cool touch. She rolled my nipple.
“Piercing. You don't have to do bone, but silver like your nose piercing would look very sexy on you.”

  “Any particular reason?”

  “Thrak loves pierced nipples.” Her breath was warm on my ear.

  I squirmed, my pussy growing wetter. I glanced at Thrak's broad, swarthy back. “Why would that matter?”

  “Because of the way your eyes linger on him. The color he brings to your cheeks. How wet he makes your pussy. And the way he makes your heart beat.”

  My flush deepened. “What are you implying?”

  “That I want my husband to be happy.” Her fingers rolled my nipple again, sending sparks through me. “I know you'll make him happy.”

  “We just met.”

  “When I met him, I knew he was the man for me. It was a certainty. Many girls threw themselves at the orc barbarian. He was a novelty in Allenoth. They all were eager to test his prowess. But I knew he was mine. And I ensured it. When you look at my husband, what do you think.”

  Passion. Intelligence. Laughter. Pleasure. His cock. Being fucked. Being held.

  You...you saved me.

  The pain in his eyes. In his heart. The pain I wanted to take away. I wanted to hold him in my embrace, to help shelter him. My heart beat faster. I shifted, and looked away from his back. I couldn't be falling in love with an orc.

  He was...

  I almost thought barbarian, but he wasn't. He was more educated than many men I knew. “We just met,” I protested to Serisia and myself. “You're mistaken.”

  “I'm not. And neither is your heart. Just love him and see what happens. You might have found your future.”

  I glanced at Thrak again and sighed. “I'm a mage. That's my future. He has his people.”

  “He gave up on them. He left his position as the tribe's leader. He failed to protect me.” Serisia shuddered. “He blames himself for my death. It wasn't his fault. But...there is nothing left for him here. He doesn't belong with the orcs. His education has always been a barrier to fellowship with them. They see him as something different. Other. It forced him to be even stronger when we returned, to constantly prove that he was a true orc.