The Mage's Passion

by Reed James

  “I'm so sorry,” Sophia said, her eyes wide. There were even tears in her eyes. I had to admit, the pain in Chaun's voice moved me, too. “And that's why you play in such low establishments as this, keeping to small towns. You are not allowed to practice your art. The College of Az was shamed by your act and disowned you.”

  “Like I said, he was a powerful man in the Princedoms, and the College of Az has ever relied upon the politics of the Princedom to survive.” Chaun took another bite, a smile on his lips. “But imagine the tale I can craft journeying with you. It might be enough to overcome the stain on my name.”

  “You'll have the stain erased,” Angela promised, placing her hand over his.

  Thrak smiled at me as I dabbed at the corners of my eyes. The poor man separated from the woman he loved. My lover's amusement made me shake my head at him. I knew he had a heart beneath his brutish surface, but it seemed the bard's tale did little to stir it.

  “Well, where are we traveling,” Chaun asked, “and what is our Quest?”

  “To slay the Dragon Dominari.”

  His smile slipped off his lips for a moment. “I see,” he said, recovering. “Well, that will prove quite the epic indeed.”

  “Our next stop is Khan, the ruined dwarven outpost,” Thrak answered.

  “You plan on venturing into the tunnels of the Lost Kingdom of Modan?” Chaun asked.

  “These are the dangers we shall brave,” grinned Thrak. “Imagine the song you shall craft.”

  I elbowed him. “Stop teasing him,” I muttered.

  Chaun licked his lips. “Well, I knew this would be dangerous.”

  “Don't worry,” I added, “we have a map of Modan.” I patted the pocket that held the map I purchased in Esh-Esh. “So we shouldn't get lost.”

  “Well, who fancies a drink to fortify us for the road?” Chaun asked. “I know I could use one.”

  ~ * ~

  Thrak – Miliiath Pass Highway, The Magery of Thosi

  The highway out of Lor-Khev followed the Ichir River southeast towards the towering Lesh-Ke Mountains and Miliiath Pass. Once we entered those mountains, we would leave the Magery behind and enter the Kingdom of Haz's territory. The mountains were dangerous, haunted by deadly monsters. Many knights' Quests from the three orders ended here, killing the monster threatening the locals.

  Once, the Tuathan had considered it their sacred duty to protect the mountains. They had legends of soulborn witches forming a triad with a paladin of Gewin and her own spiritual sister. They would be charged to roam the mountains, but soulborn witches were rare while knights on Quests were plentiful. The need dwindled, and the witches found other ways to help their peoples.

  The women of the party, save Sophia, all clustered around Chaun, giggling as he sang them ribald songs while he rode on the back of his placid mare, Maiden. Only Sophia didn't join in. She rode beside me, her back stiff.

  “Both our lovers are ignoring us,” I said as we stopped for our noonday rest.

  “Yes,” Sophia sighed. She attacked her trail ration with vigor, her teeth tearing off the tough end of the jerky. “I'm sure the novelty will wear off in a few days.”

  “I'm sure,” I nodded. “That's how our brains are wired, you know, to seek new experiences. It's what drives progress and means sometimes your lover will be infatuated with another person. Just so long as it remains infatuation, it will fade.”

  “So you're not worried?” Sophia asked. “You used to be the man the women fawned over.”

  “I was novel.” I let out a laugh.

  Sophia glanced over her shoulder and groaned, “Faoril is sucking on his cock.”

  “Well, she needs her cum,” Thrak shrugged. “She probably is looking to see how it affects her magic. You watch, she'll start casting spells once he climaxes. She is always investigating cocks for her research.”

  “Which shouldn't be long with three women fawning over him. Even Xera.” Sophia shook her head. “I thought the elf had more sense.”

  “She is easily distracted by a pretty face,” I shrugged. “Most people are. I know you are.”

  Sophia blushed. “Men shouldn't have pretty faces.”

  I nodded my head in agreement. “He needs a scar across his face. That'll make him look more manly.”

  A giggle erupted from Sophia. “Yes, it would.”

  “But, being a changeling, I imagine he could just shape his flesh and make it go away. It must be strange to constantly slip from one form to another. They can almost become that man, if he's important to a woman. It's rather fascinating. How much of Chaun's identity is real? Is he merely acting? Was his story about a lost love even true?”

  Sophia furrowed her eyebrows.

  “Or was he merely fulfilling the role you women need of him? Wounded, attractive, in need of a healing touch. His plays on the heart, engendering sympathy and a desire to aid him. It is a societal construct ingrained in all us.”

  “I keep forgetting how smart you are,” Sophia sighed. She bit her lip. “Jathibiyya thought he was waiting in Lor-Khev for something. She found it strange that a man like him would linger for more than a few days in any one spot.”

  “Our group is bound by fate,” I shrugged. “Prophecy unites us. There are forces at work that move us around the world. They violate causality and the way the natural world functions. Oracles are rather adept at creating these violations of causality. They see the multiple futures and then give advice based on one, leading the recipient of their prophecy towards a new goal. The oracle glimpsed a future where Angela had slain the dragon Dominari by gathering the sword. But that future could only exist because the oracle told Angela of its existence. That future was an event that didn't have a preceeding cause. The Oracle violated causality by viewing it. The Oracle then created a cause and thus made that future now exist as a possible event.”

  “Possible?”

  “Not every oracle's prophecy comes to fulfillment. In fact, they are rather self-fulfilling. If you ignored their prophecy, then the possible future event they glimpsed will never arrive. Nothing forced Angela to make the decision to seek her ancestor's blade. But Angela has made that decision and now that cause has been unleashed, the effects rippling out from her decision. Chaun was merely caught up in it. He could have left, but he kept finding reasons to stay. And even then, he could have chosen not to come with us. Do not think our goal shall be successful just because a prophecy exists.”

  “You are making my head ache,” groaned Sophia.

  A sudden wind gusted around us. The wind caressed my body and reached beneath my kilt to tug at my cock. I smiled and glanced over my shoulder. Faoril had cum on her lips as she stared at me, her magic clearly surging around her.

  I groaned as she caressed my cock. “See,” I said to Sophia as I tried to ignore Faoril's teasing. “Her magic is out. Look at her. She is enjoying herself.”

  “I guess,” Sophia muttered. “What if Chaun knew we were coming?”

  “Who would have told him?”

  Chapter Forty-Eight: Hot Mage Menage

  Journeyman Mage Faoril – Beth-En Village, Magery of Thosi

  “Thrak,” I purred, striding up to him as he finished off his large dinner.

  “Oh, so you are paying attention to me.” A smile crossed his swarthy face. Amusement played on his broad, chiseled face studded with bone piercings. He was so wild and savage. So sexy in his own way. He leaned back in his chair, the muscles on his chest rippling, highlighting the many scars that adorned him.

  “Sorry,” I smiled as he pulled me onto his wide lap. His cock was hard beneath his kilt, pressing into my ass through my red robes. “He's so enchanting.”

  “Are you going to fuck him tonight?”

  “So matter-of-fact,” I sighed. “Could you at least pretend to be jealous or have any of that famed, orcish rage?”

  His amusement slipped.

  “Sorry, that came out wrong.” Thrak didn't like losing control of his rage. He turned into a mindless kill
ing machine. It was horrifying when he berserked. I had only seen it once. He had slaughtered so many that day. “I don't want you to get angry. But annoyed.”

  “Sorry,” Thrak grinned.

  “See, all you have is amusement,” I sighed. Then I shifted, my pussy on fire. “I already talked to Chaun, and he's more than willing to indulge my naughty fantasy.”

  “What?”

  “To fuck two of you,” I moaned, my pussy on fire. “I want to put our changeling to good use. Two big, strong orcs in my bed, caressing me. Teasing me. Fucking me. I'm so wet, Thrak. You have no idea. I've been so wet all day. Please, Thrak, please.”

  “You want to fuck two of me.” His grin grew. His cock throbbed hard beneath my ass. He loved the idea. “You are a wicked woman.”

  “A wicked woman that needs two strong orcs to fuck her.” I stroked his swarthy face and peered into his dark-red eyes. My hands stroked up to his woolly hair, caressing it as I leaned closer. “Please, Thrak. It would be so hot.” My tiny nose brushed his. I nudged the bone piercing. “I'll do anything you want. Any fantasy.”

  “You don't have to bribe me,” Thrak grinned. “I owe you for the virgin still.”

  I smiled and shuddered. “I didn't do that so you would owe me. I did that because I love you.”

  “And I'll join you and Chaun because I love you.”

  My heart melted. I kissed my orc lover. My slim arms went about his neck while his broad arms hugged me to his chest. I savored his thick lips on mine. He was so big in every way. And he would let me have so much fun tonight. My nipples rasped beneath my robes as I squirmed on Thrak's wide lap. His cock was so hard.

  My pussy and asshole would be filled with two cocks that thick.

  I broke the kiss, my excitement bubbling through me. “Come on, Thrak, I can't wait. I need this so badly. My pussy is dripping juices down my thighs. I bet you can smell them.”

  “I can. I'm fed and you've kept me horny all day with your teasing wind.” His eyes grew knowing. “Ensuring I would be amenable to your wicked idea.”

  I blushed. “You are too smart, Thrak. And, yes, I was.” I lifted my head high. “A lady has to ensure her pleasures can be experienced.”

  Thrak laughed and stood up, holding me in his arms. Sophia, Xera, and Angela had already retired to their room to enjoy a night of Sophia's sweet body. I imagined the acolyte was already tied up to the bed, quivering with desire to be used by her Mistress and the elf.

  They would have their fun, and we would have ours.

  I kept kissing his jaw and whiskered cheek as he carried me through the inn. The other guests all stared with apprehension at Thrak. He was so big and strong, taller than a human male, his body broad and heavily muscled. Wearing only his kilt, he looked so primitive, a beast that had wandered out of the songs and stories into the midst of the ranching village.

  I loved how primitive he looked. So strong. And I would have two to play with.

  “Hurry,” I purred as I squirmed in his arms.

  His grin grew. “I make you that wet, huh?”

  “So wet. It's like Las has infected me with burning need.”

  Thrak took the stairs two at a time with his broad strides. He wasn't rushing. He just was that big. He ducked a low beam on the second floor and marched down the hall to our room. He threw the door open.

  My eyes widened. A second Thrak stood in the room, hard and naked, his cock thrusting at me. It was just as big as the original Thrak's, but missing the bone ring piercing. In fact, none of Thrak's piercings adorned Chaun, but the scars, the muscles, the primal passion that made my heart thud and my pussy quiver were all there.

  “Hello, Faoril,” Chaun said, his voice the same low, throaty rasp.

  “Yes,” I squealed.

  “This is...strange,” Thrak commented as he carried me to the bed. “Is that what I look like?”

  “Surely you've seen yourself in the mirror.”

  “He's...backwards,” frowned Thrak, his eyebrows furrowing. “Yes, yes, reflections are not reality. Everything is reversed in a mirror. And I am taller than I thought.”

  My mind wanted to latch onto his words about reflections, but I was too horny. He sat me down on the bed and then my Thrak stripped off his kilt, his cock thrusting hard. Two reddish-brown orcs stood before me, their cocks hard and thrusting at me, beading with precum. I inhaled, Thrak's musk intensified by Chaun's presence.

  I slipped out of my robe, both men appreciating my round breasts, then leaned forward and licked the tip of Chaun's cock, gathering up his precum. It tasted like Thrak's. Chaun's hadn't been so salty when I sucked him this morning. Every bit of him changed. It was so fascinating. My mouth opened wider, sucking the head of Chaun's cock into my mouth. My hand wrapped about Thrak's cock, stroking him as I sucked Chaun's.

  It was so different having this thick, familiar dick in my mouth but missing the bone piercings. My tongue slid around his thick head. Chaun moaned just like Thrak would, the same snorting, passionate grunts.

  “So beautiful,” one growled.

  “Yes,” the other answered.

  Their hands stroked through my hair as I popped Chaun's dick out of my mouth and swallowed Thrak's. My tongue flicked at his bone ring, savoring the familiar cock. I fisted both dicks now, going back and forth, tasting their precum, loving how they both tasted the same. They even throbbed in my hand together, their heartbeats matched.

  Chaun was a perfect mimicker. He just couldn't shape things, like piercings, out of his flesh. But his cock had the holes to slip the bone piercings through. My tongue probed into those when I sucked. He groaned louder, his hands tightening in my short, light-brown hair.

  “My delicious mage,” one rumbled.

  “Can you smell how wet she is?” the other asked.

  “Yes,” the first replied. “We should do something about that.”

  They both laughed together. Their hands pushed me down onto my back, pulling my lips from their cocks. Rough, calloused hands roamed my body as both of my orcish lovers leaned down and sucked on my nipples.

  “Thraks,” I gasped, my back arching. “Oh, yes. Two hot, sexy Thraks. Suck on my nipples.”

  Their lips felt the same. They both sucked with the same hungry intensity. My nipples throbbed in their fierce lips. The pleasure shot down to my wet pussy. My toes curled as my hands ran through their woolly hair. So thick. So easy to grip.

  Their teeth nipped and nibbled. They both growled their pleasure. My skin came alive beneath their hands' touch. They caressed me everywhere. They stroked my thighs, caressed my stomach, and rubbed at my pussy.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut and loving their attention.

  Thick fingers rubbed at my pussy. I had no idea whose they were. It didn't matter. They were a Thrak's. They shoved into my pussy. My flesh clenched on them as I writhed and shuddered between them.

  The finger worked deep into me, then pulled out. I moaned my disappointment, but it worked deeper, sliding beneath me and into the crack of my ass. My eyes shot open and my body bucked as the thick finger fucked into my ass, using my juices as lube.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I panted. “Get me ready for your cocks. I want you both fucking me.”

  Thrak fingered my ass and sucked on both my nipples. A second set of fingers fucked into my pussy and rubbed at my clit. I bucked beneath the Thraks. One nipped and nibbled on my tit while the other kissed away from my nipple, exploring my body with his wet tongue and strong lips. He sucked and nibbled on my flesh.

  Then he rolled me onto my side.

  The other Thrak went roaming, too. Their fingers fucked my holes as one Thrak kissed down my spine towards my ass while the other loved my stomach. I shuddered on my side, gasping and groaning as their lips moved lower and lower.

  “Pater's cock,” I gasped as one Thrak reached the swell of my ass, kissing and biting at my butt-cheek. Not hard, just enough to let me feel his teeth. The other reached my pubic mound and nuzzled at my n
eatly trimmed bush.

  “Let's devour her,” one Thrak groaned.

  “Yes,” grunted the second. “She'll explode on our lips.”

  “I will,” I promised. “I'll explode so hard. Oh, yes. I need it. I need to cum. Then I need to be fucked by your cocks.”

  The Thrak kissing my ass parted my butt-cheeks while the Thrak nuzzling at my pubic mound spread my thighs. Fingers withdrew from my holes and were replaced by hungry, thick tongues. I gasped as my pussy and asshole were licked, shaking as the duel sensations burst through my body.

  “Oh, Thrak, yes,” I gasped. “My big, strong Thraks are licking me. Don't stop.”

  The pleasure cascaded through me. Their tongues probed deep into my holes. The tongue in my ass fucked in and out while the tongue in my pussy flicked through my folds and found my clit. Strong lips briefly sucked on my nub before they returned to nuzzle at my pussy. My bowels clenched on the other Thrak's probing tongue. I shook and shuddered between their hungry mouths.

  “Oh, yes,” I gasped. “Oh, wow. That's so good. Mmm, yes. Oh, wow. I love it. Oh, yes, yes, yes.”

  My body bucked and shuddered between them. I gasped in delight as the pleasure crashed through me. Two strong tongues stirring my holes, sending different, complimenting sensations through my nethers to crash together in the depths of my core.

  I undulated between them. Their strong hands roamed my body, teasing me with their touch. I gasped and groaned, savoring every minute of their wicked touches on my body. I humped harder and faster between them. My asshole clenching on one Thrak's tongue while the other bathed my pussy in bliss.

  I couldn't take such wonderful, amazing assault any longer. My pleasure burst through me.

  “Yes, yes, gods, yes!” I screamed as the pleasure rippled out of my ass and pussy. Both holes spasmed and clenched, teased by my Thraks. My juices flooded into one Thrak's mouth. He growled his appreciation, loving the flavor of my passion.