The Mage's Passion

by Reed James

She knelt above my head and bent over me. Her tits dangled over my head. A drop of white milk beaded on her nipple before falling into my open mouth. I shuddered as the creamy milk coated my tongue. I licked my lips and shuddered.

  “That is truly delicious,” I moaned. “Nothing like my pussy. You are divine.”

  “And so are you,” she smiled. “In your own, special way. And your pussy was delicious.”

  She leaned farther over. Her nipple descended to my lips. I engulfed her nipple with my mouth. I suckled. Her creamy ambrosia squirted into my mouth. The warm milk of the Goddess coated the inside of my mouth. I swirled it around, savoring the taste as it squirted into my mouth.

  My pussy clenched as I swallowed. Her breast milk warmed my belly. Her soft hair caressed my stomach, and then her lips kissed and nibbled at my flesh. Her tongue licked up to my belly button. She swirled it through my crater.

  I squealed and sucked harder.

  “That's it, nurse, child,” she moaned. “Revel in the gift of love only women can partake in.”

  I reveled.

  My pussy clenched as her hands roamed down my sides, reaching underneath the sand to grip my ass. The goddess squeezed my butt as her tongue swirled through my bellybutton. I groaned and suckled harder, drinking her milk as fast as I could.

  The creamy flavor lingered in my mouth. The warmth spread through my body, building in the depths of my pussy. My juices flooded out of my cunt, staining the soft sands as my body trembled. Her tongue sent ripples through my body, teasing me.

  “I need to taste your pussy,” moaned the Goddess.

  Her hands lifted my hips, my ass leaving the sand. My stomach bent as she curled my pussy up to her hungry lips. I kept suckling as the Goddess of Lesbians plunged her tongue into my pussy. Saphique worshiped me. Her tongue caressed and slid through all my folds.

  I moaned about her nipple.

  “Such a sweet taste,” gasped the Goddess between licks, her fingers digging into my asscheeks. “Every woman has a unique delight, child. A feast to be enjoyed.”

  Her lips pressed back into my pussy. I suckled from her breast as she nuzzled. I ignored the ache in my stomach as my toes curled in the air. Shudders rippled through me. Her every swipe of her tongue sent burning bliss shooting through my pussy.

  I came.

  Her nipple popped from my mouth. “Sweet Saphique. Oh, yes. My Goddess, yes. So good. Thank you.”

  My juices gushed from my pussy. Saphique drank them down before her tongue circled my aching clit. A finger pressed into my asshole as she sucked my clit into her mouth. My sensitive nub ached between her lips.

  “Saphique, yes,” I gasped as another orgasm burst through me.

  My climaxes came one on the other. When one died, her touch sparked another one. She worked a second then a third finger into my asshole as she pleasured me. Her tongue never tired. It always touched the exact spots in my pussy I needed.

  Then she fucked her tongue into my depths like a mini-cock. Her appendage seemed longer than a normal tongue, reaching all the way into my depths. I gasped as her tongue swirled through my folds, then attacked the special spot inside my pussy where all my nerves seemed contained.

  My pussy spasmed about her tongue. The pleasure burned through my body. My legs kicked in the air.

  “Yes, yes, my Goddess,” I screamed as the pleasure consumed me. My vision went completely black. There was only the bliss of her fingers and tongue shooting pleasure through my entire body.

  I don't know how long I orgasmed. My body shuddered. My pussy ached. Every muscle in my body spasmed. I thrived on the pleasure. It could have only been a minute of intense bliss or an eternity of gentle joy.

  And then my Goddess pulled her fingers from my asshole and removed her lips from my pussy. I sprawled on the sand, my head pillowed on her lap. Her heavy tits jiggled above me as she smiled down with such love, her lips stained with my juices.

  “You are such a responsive child,” she smiled, her fingers playing with my nipples. “And as sweet as making love to you is, I have summoned you to provide warning.”

  “Warning?” My stomach clenched. “What?”

  “My sister Slata has ever been a vindictive cunt.” Saphique's smile grew sad. “She has always been jealous of those children Pater, her divine husband and our father, sired on other women. Especially the High King Peter.”

  “She cursed him, right, for him and his descendants to have only daughters?”

  “And to ensure his sons did not survive.” Saphique stroked my hair. “Your lover Angela is a product of that curse, descendant from a line of daughters all the way back to the Princess Lily, the only child to survive Peter's death. He had doted on her. She had been born to his second wife, a gentler soul than his first. But Princess Lily could never rule because of Pater's foolish laws.”

  “Kings must be men,” I gasped. “Because Pater is the King of the gods.”

  “It shouldn't be that way,” Saphique purred. “In other places, women rule. The Queendom of Naith and even the vile Empire of Shizhuth. But that's not what is important. Slata's jealousy persists. She knows Angela has found the first piece of Peter's sword. She will not allow it to be reforged.”

  I sat up, my face tight with fear. “What will she do?”

  “She has unleashed her three vile daughters, the erinyes, to hunt Angela down.” Saphique cupped my cheeks. “I have only just learned of my sister's vile act. You must warn Angela. The erinyes are dangerous and unrelenting. They are demigoddesses, immortals that cannot be killed but only delayed.”

  My heart trembled with fear as Saphique leaned in and kissed me.

  ~ * ~

  Knight-Errant Angela – Ghost Wolves Tribal Lands, Federation of Larg

  Thrak, Faoril, and Xera's threesome had fallen into silence an hour ago, joining Sophia in sleep.

  I ignored the cool breeze wafting over my naked body as I kept my vigil. The moon was bright over head and the stars burned with brilliance. I gazed up at them, finding the familiar patterns of the constellations.

  In another hour, I would wake up Xera to take the watch.

  The wind rustled the grass and insects filled the night with their chirping. Wings flapped. I frowned. Were there owls on the tundra? I did not know of any other species of birds that flew in the night.

  I cast my gaze around for the source. The wings flapped louder. I stood up and drew my sword, slowly circling the hilltop. The rustle of the grass fell silent. The chirping of insects abruptly ended. Only my breathing and the crunch of grass beneath my feet reached my ears.

  The wings flapped behind me.

  I spun around. A naked woman stood before me, her body pale, her breasts small cones. A silver ring glinted on her clitoral hood and crimson hair fell around a beautiful, furious face. Her eyes glowed like coals and black-feathered wings spread behind her.

  I tightened my grip on my sword.

  “I am Injuriae,” hissed the woman, a whip made of burning coals rippling into being in her hand. “You have wronged Mother, and she has unleashed her furies upon you.”

  Chapter Thirty-Three: Elf Distracted

  Knight-Errant Angela – Ghost Wolves Tribal Lands, Federation of Larg

  I gripped my sword as I faced Injuriae, the furious winged-woman standing naked before me. The flickering fire of her burning whip, clutched in her right hand, painted her body in dancing reds and oranges. Black-feathered wings spread out behind her, blocking out the starry night sky.

  I swallowed. She was a demigoddess, a semi-divine being. She mentioned a mother that is furious at me. “You're an erinyes? One of Slata's vengeful daughters?”

  “And mother wants vengeance against you, High-King's descendant,” Injuriae answered. “Mother worked hard to see his dream undone. She will not allow you to recreate it.”

  “Recreate it?” I asked in confusion, my naked breasts rising. I shifted on the grass covering the hill, ignoring the fronds tickling my inner thighs and brushing my cum-st
ained pussy. Before I went on watch, I had a hot foursome with Thrak, Xera, and Faoril who now slept down in the camp. Hot from the sex, I hadn't bothered dressing before climbing the hill to take watch. I was seriously regretting that decision. “I just want to slay the dragon.”

  “That's where it begins, but once you have the sword, you will want the rest of your ancestor's possessions. You will want to recreate his empire.”

  “But I'm a woman,” I protested. “Only men can rule nations. Pater rules the gods, so men must rule on earth.”

  “Do you really believe that?”

  I did. “Yes. This is ridiculous. I'm a knight, not a conqueror.”

  “Power has a way of making us act against our nature,” Injuriae said as she advanced on me. “When you have the sword reforged and realize what it gives you, your thoughts will be twisted. You will find ways to rationalize your rule. Humans always find ways to rationalize their perversity. That is why my sisters exist.”

  “Your sisters exist because your mother was a dumb cunt and let Las trick her into having sex with him. You're nothing but the God of Lust's bastard spawn.” My mind grappled onto that. There was something there, something about the erinyes I could use. It was hard to think standing naked against a demigoddess.

  “Her anger at being violated by Las birthed us,” snarled Injuriae, her beautiful face twisting into something ugly. “We are her vengeance given flesh. We right her grievances. Your existence is an offense to her.”

  I glanced down at the camp. No one was awake. “We're under attack!”

  Faoril stirred in the bed. She cuddled up to Xera as she lay between Thrak and the hermaphroditic elf. Her hand stroked idly down Xera's moon-painted body, caressing the elf's hard dick. I frowned. I had shouted.

  “We're under attack.”

  “They cannot hear you,” laughed Injuriae.

  Her whip cracked at me. I leaped back, the flaming end missing my naked belly by mere inches. I swallowed. My shield lay back in the camp. I really wish I had brought it up with me when I took watch.

  And why didn't I put on any armor? Just because I finished having sex? How could I be so stupid?

  “I erected a cone of silence. No one will hear you die. Your Quest ends—”

  I bellowed and lunged in, thrusting my longsword forward to find her flesh. The erinyes twisted her belly, her small breasts jiggling as she spun around my sword. Her wing extended and crashed into my side. I gasped in shock as I was thrown off-balance from the blow.

  I hadn't expected to be attacked by her wings.

  My feet stumbled. Her wing pushed me away from the party towards the back of the hill. The grass hid a small hole, probably a rodent's burrow, and I gasped as my ankle twisted. I groaned and landed on my side. The world spun around me. Grass caressed my body as I tumbled down the side of the hill. I thrust my sword over my head and hoped I didn't impale myself.

  I crashed at the bottom of the hill, separated from my companions. I landed on my back, my red hair spilling across my face. I brushed it aside with my offhand and gained my feet, my large breasts heaving before me.

  “I am the Vengeance of the Holy Mother embodied,” screamed Injuriae as she leaped from the top of the cliff, her wings spread wide. She glided down the hill, her arm raising her weapon. The flaming whip coiled behind her.

  Her arm snapped forward. The whip uncoiled. The air hissed.

  “Slata's cunt,” I growled as I dived to the side.

  The whip smacked hard into the ground. The flaming tendril cut tufts of grass. They tumbled through the air, their ends smoldering, and fell back to the earth. The erinyes landed before me, her face lit by her flaming whip.

  I gained my feet as the whip cracked at my face.

  ~ * ~

  Xerathalasia

  I walked through the forests, a song bursting from my chest. My wife answered. Atharilesia stepped out from behind a massive tree trunk, naked save for her necklaces of polished beads that dangled down to her round breasts. Her stomach swelled before her, pregnant with our daughter.

  “Where have you been, wife?” Atharilesia demanded, her hand rubbing her belly.

  “With Angela. On her Quest.”

  “Quest,” sneered Atharilesia. “Why are you on the quest when you're needed here? With me. I'm pregnant.”

  “But...you told me to go,” I protested.

  Nyonthilasara stood beside my wife. My sister pressed against my wife, her arms wrapping around my wife's pregnant belly. “I have to take care of her. It should be you, sister. But you are never around. Always something more important than Atharilesia.”

  “Always,” Atharilesia nodded.

  “Being a hunter is important. Someone has to protect our woods.”

  “And go with Angela on her quest?” Atharilesia asked.

  I opened my mouth to protest when a warm, sucking delight engulfed my cock. I groaned. Atharilesia knelt before me, her mouth wrapped around my dick. I shuddered, struggling to remember when my wife had moved. My dick throbbed in her mouth. My nipples ached and my pussy clenched against the warm, wet sucking.

  It felt so real.

  “You left her,” Nyonthilasara accused as I ran my hand through Atharilesia's green hair. “You left your pregnant wife.”

  “That's so good,” I moaned, savoring my wife's sucking mouth. “Oh, yes. Keep sucking my cock. I love it.”

  Atharilesia moaned about my dick. It was a throaty moan, not her beautiful soprano, but rougher. More human. The world grew hazy. I shifted, suddenly aware I lay on the hard ground. I struggled to hold on, gripping my wife's head.

  “Atharilesia,” I moaned as I opened my eyes to see the starry sky.

  “Does 'Atharilesia' mean 'suck my cock hard?'” Faoril asked as she knelt between my thighs, her hand grasping my cock. The mage had a smile on her face, framed by her short, light-brown hair. The tip of my dick glistened in the moonlight from her saliva.

  “No, it's my wife's name,” I groaned, the dream fading away along with the guilt of abandoning my pregnant wife to join Angela's Quest, as Faoril's thumb ran across my cock's crown. I shuddered at the pleasure.

  “Dreaming of her while I was sucking your cock,” giggled Faoril. She sucked the tip back into her mouth. I groaned again. Nearby, Thrak slept, the orc on his back, his soft cock spilled across his swarthy stomach.

  “Didn't get enough sex?” I groaned.

  “Sorry,” Faoril purred. “But you only have a cock three days out of twenty-eight. That's only 10% of the time. I need to enjoy it while I can.”

  She sucked my cock back into her mouth. I groaned as she bobbed her head. Her fingers caressed the wet folds of my pussy. My ears twitched as I squirmed and enjoyed her hungry mouth. Faoril was a Mage, and that made her a slut for cock. Female mages lived for cum.

  And when I was in heat and my cock had sprouted, I was eager to enjoy the mage's hot mouth, wet pussy, and tight ass as much as possible. Her and Angela were the only women I could fuck out here since Sophia wouldn't touch me when I had a cock.

  My large breasts heaved as the pleasure flowed through me. “That's so good. Worship my cock.”

  Faoril thrust two fingers into my pussy. I groaned, my sex clenching down on her probing fingers while my back arched. I squeezed my breasts and tugged on my nipples. My hips arched and bucked my cock into her hungry mouth while her fingers teased the inside of my pussy.

  It was a delight to experience bliss in every possible way. I groaned and shuddered as my pussy and cock were both stimulated. The marigold scent of my pussy filled the air, mixing with Faoril's earthier, spicy musk.

  I loved the scent of human pussy. Elves had a flowery delight that just couldn't compare to the more primal delight of human cunt.

  “Are you trying to suck all the cum out of my body?” I groaned as my hips bucked up again. My toes curled and my pointed ears twitched. I bit my lip and squeezed my breasts. “Because I love it. Mmm, yes. Keep sucking, slut.”

  Faoril bobbed h
er mouth up and down. Then she slid her mouth up until only the tip was trapped behind her sealed lips. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard and her tongue slid across my crown. My body bucked and my pussy clenched hard about her thrusting fingers.

  A moan escaped my lips, filling the air. I couldn't help myself. Her mouth was so hot. So wet. So wonderful. My body spasmed as a ripple of pleasure radiated from my pussy throughout my body then ending at the crown of my dick.

  The pressure built at the tip.

  “I'm going to give you so much cum,” I moaned. “Mmm, you will drown in it.”

  Faoril's brown eyes flicked to mine. She sucked harder. Her tongue flicked across my crown while her fingers curled inside my pussy. My eyes widened as she found the special spot along the top of my pussy wall.

  Her fingers massaged the bundle of nerves there.

  Intense pleasure washed through me. “Matar's blessed cock,” I moaned in Elvish. “Thank you for this gift of pleasure. Thank you for my cock.”

  My body shuddered. My jaw clenched. My back arched, thrusting my dick deeper into her mouth. The pleasure burst out of my pussy. My cunt spasmed on her thrusting fingers. The wonderful pleasure shot to the tip of my dick.

  My cum erupted.

  “Yes,” I moaned. “Drink my cum, slut.”

  Faoril's cheeks bulged as my cum flooded her mouth. She swallowed, sucking hard, eager to get every drop. Her fingers kept attacking that special spot in my pussy. Another orgasm burst from my cunt as my cock kept erupting. My breasts heaved and jiggled.

  “Matar's cock!”

  My orgasm consumed me. My entire body tensed. An eternity of bliss passed in a single heartbeat. And then I collapsed, my large breasts heaving as I struggled to breathe. My eyes fluttered and my cock ached in Faoril's mouth.

  She popped her mouth off my cock and smiled at me. She crawled up my body, her round breasts dragging across my stomach. They reached my larger tits, our nipples brushing as she leaned down and planted a hot kiss on my mouth.

  Hot, salty cum filled my lips. I groaned, my tongue thrusting into her depths as I savored the taste of my elf-seed. Her lithe body writhed on me as we kissed. My dick throbbed, pinned between our silky bodies.