The Mage's Passion

by Reed James

  “She does that.”

  “Sophia, make the slut eat your pussy. She has to please all of us.”

  “All,” Injuriae shuddered. “Even the orc?”

  “And his big, thick cock,” Angela grinned as she strapped my dildo about her waist. “Does that make you wet, slut?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  I grinned and seized the erinyes's hair. She rolled onto her knees as I pulled her face between my spread thighs. I licked my lips, my tongue piercing clacking against my teeth, and shuddered as the erinyes devoured me with gusto.

  “What a slut, Mistress,” I moaned. “Oh, she's so eager to please me. Am I allowed to cum?”

  “All you want.”

  I groaned, holding Injuriae's hair tight against my body. “You hear that, slut? Love my pussy. Make me cum.”

  Injuriae moaned into my pussy while her wings flapped. I groaned, savoring her tongue writhing through my folds. I squirmed on the grass, humping into her hungry lips. My eyes fluttered through my lashes as my toes dug into the grass.

  “Oh, Mistress, she's good. She loves licking pussy. You trained her well.”

  “I did,” Angela grinned then smacked the erinyes's ass. She pushed the rope to the side and slammed her cock into the demigoddess's depths.

  The erinyes moaned into my pussy. Her body rocked back into Angela's thrusts while Injuriae's tongue dove deep into my pussy. She licked and sucked, sliding her tongue over every one of my silky folds. My breasts jiggled as I moaned my delight.

  “So good, oh, yes. Saphique's bountiful breasts, yes. Oh, yes. Keep licking me. Keep pleasing me with your whorish tongue.” I humped faster against her, my orgasm swelling. It was wonderful to share the woman with my Mistress.

  “That's right, eat my slave,” grinned Angela. “She earned a big cum with her bravery tonight.”

  My eyes widened. My hips bucked as I realized I had run naked and unarmed at a dangerous demigoddess to save my mistress. I shuddered and stared into Angela's blue eyes twinkling in the starlight. I loved what I saw there.

  Injuriae's tongue drove those thoughts out of my mind. Her tongue swirled through my folds before she latched onto my clit. She moaned as she sucked, vibrating and pleasing my clit while my pussy clenched and the pleasure built.

  “Are you going to cum, slut?” demanded Mistress.

  “Yes,” I moaned. “I'm going to cum so hard on your slut's mouth, Mistress.”

  “Good,” Angela grinned. “Flood her mouth. The slut loves pussy juices.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” I screamed as my pleasure exploded through me.

  My body quaked on the grass. I bucked into Injuriae's hungry mouth. My eyes fluttered as the pleasure swelled through me. Then it peaked and crashed through me, flooding me with ecstasy. I bucked and moaned, drowning in Saphique's gift to all women—the orgasm.

  “Thank you, Saphique!” I prayed as my orgasm reached its peak. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

  My back arched. The pleasure held me for one perfect moment. It consumed me. And then I flopped back onto the ground and groaned. I sucked in deep breaths while the erinyes kept nuzzling at my pussy while my Mistress fucked her.

  “Mmm, thank you, Mistress, for letting me cum,” I purred. “Now it's your turn.”

  Angela grinned at me while her breasts bounced before her.

  Chapter Thirty-Six: Bound Vengeance

  Thrak

  “Well, that is an interesting sight,” I growled as Faoril, Xera, and I stopped before the bound erinyes. My dick throbbed hard before me. The demigoddess looked so helpless and desirable. She stared up at me, licking her lips, eager for my hard cock.

  “If we fuck her until she makes us cum, she will not be our enemy?” Xera asked, stroking her cock.

  “That's correct,” Faoril nodded.

  “Enjoy her,” Angela shrugged. “Sophia and I are worn out.”

  “Good night,” Xera smiled as she stroked her dick.

  “Look at the slut, she's eager for it,” Thrak groaned. “Faoril, can you bind her up so we can get rid of the rope? I want to see her body.”

  Faoril stroked my cock and laughed, “I can keep her bound for days. I have plenty of magic brewing inside me.” Her thighs dripped with the elf's cum.

  The magic washed out, engulfing the erinyes in bonds of air while at the same time the rope seemed to melt off of her. It poured down into a blob of brown liquid and then reformed into a neatly coiled rope.

  “Impressive,” I grunted, Faoril's hand still stroking my cock.

  “Mmm, it's simple once you understand the nature of objects. Everything is made up of tiny particles that you can rearrange with the right knowledge.” Faoril's hand tightened on my cock. “Which hole would you like.”

  “Her ass,” I groaned, staring at the erinyes's fine rear as she was held in the air, her legs spread wide apart. A pink pussy leaked juices between Injuriae's thighs.

  “So I get her pussy,” smiled Xera.

  I smacked Injuriae's ass hard, bringing a yelp from the erinyes and leaving a bright handprint on her pale flesh. “You ready to be fucked, slut?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, humping against her invisible bonds. “I need it so badly. Mmm, I love being fucked.”

  Xera stretched out on the grass, her girl-cock thrusting up in the air while her breasts jiggled. Faoril lowered Injuriae right onto Xera's cock. The elf moaned, and the erinyes threw back her head in delight. Her ass clenched as she humped against Xera's cock.

  “Look at that slut,” moaned Faoril. “She's eager to be fucked.”

  I grinned, “Lube her ass for me.”

  Faoril laughed.

  “Slata's cunt,” gasped the erinyes. She threw a look over her shoulder as she rode the elf. “She lubed me with magic. That was...weird.”

  Faoril giggled and grabbed my cock. “Come on, big boy, time to fuck her ass.”

  I let my lover lead me to the erinyes. Faoril knelt down and licked the tip of my cock before she guided it between the erinyes's ass. Faoril placed it right at Injuriae's lubed sphincter. I kissed Faoril as I thrust.

  My cock sank into the erinyes's hot asshole. I drew my cock back and slammed in again, the tight flesh gripping my dick. I grunted in delight as my dick worked over and over into her asshole. Her velvety flesh clenched down on my cock.

  “Oh, yes, that's so good,” moaned Injuriae as she writhed between me and the elf. Her body shook and quaked. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my dick. I groaned in delight as I slammed harder and harder, her tight bowels massaging the tip of my dick.

  “Fuck the slut,” gasped Xera. “Oh, yes. She's so tight. I'm going to flood her pussy with so much cum.”

  “Good,” moaned Faoril. “The slut deserves it for trying to kill Angela.”

  “I do,” Injuriae moaned in agreement. “I deserve this wonderful punishment. Oh, yes. Two cocks. So wonderful. I'm going to go crazy.”

  Faoril moved around and seized Injuriae's hair. “Are you going to cum on their cocks, whore?”

  “So hard.” Injuriae's wings flapped.

  “Good.” Faoril pulled Injuriae's mouth to her pussy.

  The erinyes's asshole clenched down on my thrusting cock. She moaned into Faoril's pussy as she tongued her hard and fast. I groaned, loving the sight. My large hands reached around and grasped Injuriae's breasts, squeezing them hard as I thrust my thick, orcish cock deep into her tight bowels.

  The erinyes convulsed and shuddered as she writhed between Xera and me. Her tongue flicked through Faoril's pussy faster and faster. Faoril's back arched as she humped her hips into Injuriae's mouth.

  “Lick my pussy, cunt. Make me cum like the whore you are.”

  “Make her cum,” I growled, squeezing Injuriae's breasts. “Then you'll feel my jizz flooding your asshole.”

  Injuriae shuddered. The erinyes's wings flapped, the feathers brushing my swarthy side. Her asshole spasmed about my cock as the demigoddess came hard. She screamed her passion into Faoril
's pussy. My lover's eyes widened.

  “Yes, that's it. This is so hot.” Faoril threw back her head. “Pater's cock, yes. I'm going to drown you in pussy juices, slut. You'll drink them all down. That's what you get.”

  “Yes,” moaned Xera, her hips thrusting up as I thrust down.

  Injuriae spasmed between us, impaled on our cocks while Faoril came. The erinyes drank down all of Faoril's cum. The mage shuddered and ground her pussy hard on Injuriae's mouth. Faoril's round breasts jiggled.

  I leaned up and sucked on Faoril's nipple. Her hands seized my woolly hair as she shuddered on Injuriae's mouth.

  “Yes, yes. Slata's cunt, yes. So good.” Faoril shuddered then stumbled back. “She licked my pussy clean of all your cum, Xera.”

  “Mater's cock,” the elf gasped. She thrust up and moaned in elvish as her cum boiled into Injuriae's pussy.

  The demigoddess looked over her shoulder at me, her lips smeared with Faoril's passion. “Please, cum in my slutty ass. I need it.”

  Her bowels clenched down on my thrusting cock. My meaty balls smacked into her ass. They boiled over. I grunted and squeezed hard on her tits as my jizz spilled into her asshole. The pleasure pulsed through my body as I unloaded my cum into her slutty body.

  ~ * ~

  Journeyman Mage Faoril

  “I am exhausted,” I groaned. “Tomorrow's going to suck.”

  “Uh-huh,” Thrak grunted, then he swept me up in his arms.

  I smiled up at him as we walked away from Injuriae. The demigoddess had cum leaking out of her ass and pussy. She lay on her side, her body bound up tight again with air. The spell would hold her for days, maybe even a week.

  I was too tired to know for sure.

  “I'll take watch,” Xera said. “Have a good rest, Faoril.”

  I smiled at Xera, my eyes growing heavy in Thrak's strong arms.

  “What about me?” Injuriae asked. “You can't leave me tied up.”

  “You shouldn't have tried to kill us, cunt,” I shouted back.

  Thrak snorted in laughter. I snuggled in his arms and closed my eyes. I fell asleep before we reached camp. My last thoughts before sleep claimed me were of Thrak. When I left Esh-Esh, I never thought I would end up in love with an orc barbarian.

  ~ * ~

  Thrak – Border Forts, The Princedom of Zeutch

  I could feel the moment when we passed out of the orc lands into civilization. There was an invisible line demarcating it between the border forts that guarded the Nevtoth, the small Princedom that separated the orc tribal lands from the Magery of Thosi. I had crossed this border two other times. Once to leave and once to return with Serisia.

  I looked back at the grassy plains. My wife's body lay back there. I would never see her grave again. I would never see my home again. I knew I would not return. There was nothing left for me there. Only her body was in the grave.

  Her soul had moved on, to the Astral Realm. Serisia would wait for me. And for Faoril.

  The mage reigned her horse beside me, her red robes draping her body. She sat her horse far better today than when we first met over two weeks ago. She had grown stronger and lovelier in the wilderness.

  Her hand rested on my shoulder and gave me a comforting squeeze. I nodded to her. I had a new place at Faoril's side. For today, that meant Angela's Quest, but that wouldn't last forever. I would go with Faoril where she went and we would make a home together.

  I turned my back on the tundra and marched beside the mage while we discussed philosophy.

  ~ * ~

  The Erinyes Injuriae

  “It's about time,” I groaned. I had been bound for days after Angela defeated me.

  My sisters appeared, Incessae's large breasts jiggling as she landed, her silver nipple rings flashing in the sunlight. Ultionae landed beside her, the diamond studs pierced into her cheeks where her dimples lay sparkled with brilliance.

  “You were defeated,” Ultionae sneered as she bent down and summoned her fiery sword. She cut the mage's magical bonds and freed me.

  “She is skilled, and her companions are stronger,” I groaned as I stretched. It was wonderful to be free again.

  “You pleasured her?” hissed Incessae. “Our Mother's enemy?”

  “Mmm, I did.” I shuddered. “Losing against Angela was as much fun as finding vengeance.”

  “You little slut,” snapped Ultionae.

  “You always were a whore,” sneered Incessae. “Our Mother should have strangled you with your umbilical cord. You never deliver her justice.”

  I shrugged. “They headed south. I wish you well in your pursuit of vengeance.” I had no anger towards Angela any longer. The moment my lips were buried into her pussy, those fires had guttered out, and her juices pouring down my throat had forever drenched the coals, extinguishing my vengeance.

  “We shall deliver her head and place it on a pike before Mother,” Incessae howled, her black wings flaring wide.

  I smiled at her and took to the air. It was no longer my concern. My sisters would succeed or they would discover the joy of Angela's spicy pussy.

  My two sisters took to the skies and headed south to follow after Angela. I had no idea what would happen. I was reckless, and it cost me. My sisters would be cautious. Their attack wouldn't come right away.

  They would wait for their opportunity.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven: Jealous Reunion

  Journeyman Mage Faoril – Esh-Esh, The Magery of Thosi

  The marketplace before the docks on Lake Esh bustled with travelers, locals, and merchants, a vast, busy tide that ebbed and flowed. I walked with Thrak, the crowds parting before my orcish lover like the waves before the knifing prow of a ship. Everyone gave the huge, hulking, ferocious, barbaric Thrak a wide birth, the already pale, Thosian faces growing even whiter as they hurried by.

  I could tell it amused Thrak. A smile crossed his lips studded with bone piercings.

  The summer heat gripped Esh-Esh, but the cool breeze off the lake helped to mitigate the heat of the sun's rays. My eyes were supposed to be moving through the assembled shops, but my gaze kept shooting to the ivory pillar of the Collegiate Tower that dominated the city. Its golden beacon was second only in brilliance to the sun setting over the lake.

  I missed the Tower. I had dreamed of spending my days there in research as a Master Mage, discovering new ways to utilize the five elements. Eventually, I would have joined the Magery Council and administered the affairs of Thosi and the Mages trained by the Tower.

  I did not look out at the lake where the Island lay. I would not linger on my abject failure that cost me my chance to become a Master and don the black robes. I was stuck in the red. But if the Quest succeeded, and I cast the Ritual of Reclamation on the Altar of Souls and reforged the High King's Sword, I would prove that I had the skills to at least take the test to be a Master again.

  “You keep staring at the tower,” Thrak rumbled.

  “I know,” I flushed, prying my eyes away.

  “It's hard to let go of that which we love.” His voice was tinged with the melancholy of his wife's passing. Twice he had lost her.

  “Very hard.” I took a deep breath. I needed to focus. I hoped to find a map among the many merchants that sold books and parchments. The Dwarven Kingdom of Modan had fallen 207 years ago, so it would be difficult to find one. Modan was the only place that adamantium, the metal which the blade was crafted from, could be found.

  But the dwarven mines were lost to a great evil that broke their kingdom's back. I tried not to dwell on what our next step in the Quest entailed. Descending into the tunnels of Modan to find any ore would be as dangerous as facing the Dragon Dominari at the Quest's end.

  Maybe more so. At least we knew what we faced with Dominari. No one knew what befell Modan.

  I stopped at the next book vendor. With the Magery Council and a college to train new mages in Esh-Esh, any oddity, artifact, object, or old knowledge was brought to the city in the hope that a mage would fin
d value in it.

  It made reasonable sense.

  That was why we had detoured to Esh-Esh instead of taking the slightly straighter route from Allenoth south to the Lesh-Ke Mountains. If I had had my wits about me, we would have procured the map before leaving Esh-Esh.

  But I had been...fragile then.

  Since we left the orc lands ten days back, our journey south, retracing the very steps we took north, had been uneventful. Fireeyes was truly dead, and we did not have his machinations dodging our steps and causing us problems. And so far, the other two Erinyes had not appeared to harass us. They must be cautious after Angela dealt with Injuriae so resoundingly. From Esh-Esh, we would follow the highway southeast to Miliiath Pass in the Kingdom of Haz, passing through the town of Lor-Khev. In the pass, we would find the ruins of Khan, the fortress guarding the entrance to the underground dwarven kingdom.

  “So you're back,” a woman sneered. “And in the company of a brute.”

  My back stiffened. I grit my teeth as I turned to face Saoria, my former friend and roommate before she let her success at the mage's test go to her swollen head. She stood in her black robes, her long, dark-brown hair falling about her shoulders, her silver piercing glinting on her eyebrow.

  “Master Mage,” I nodded, gritting my teeth. I had to show respect.

  Saoria strolled forward, her naked simulacrum—all master mages were gifted one by the college—trailing after her. He was a sculpted, handsome man without any hair on his body, his cock hard and thrusting before him. He carried a crate loaded in Saoria's purchases.

  “Mmm, wherever did you find this...specimen?” asked Saoria as she strolled up to Thrak, her eyes hungrily sliding up and down his body.

  “Oh, just a simple journey to Murathi,” I shrugged. “Nothing too dangerous.”

  Saoria arched an eyebrow. “And you brought a housebroken orc back with you.”

  “Housebroken?” rumbled Thrak, his arms folding across his chest. His swarthy skin bulged as his muscles rippled. “Maybe I tamed the little mage and she dances for me.”

  “Thrak,” I groaned, my cheeks blushing.

  Saoria glanced down at his kilt. “I've heard orcs are impressive. Faoril always was such a slut for a hard cock.”