The Mage's Passion

by Reed James

  So lucky.

  “So,” Faoril said, sidling up to Azken. “While my man is entertaining your wife, I could help you out.”

  “With what?” Azken asked, his eyes narrowing.

  “Why didn't the display of your wife make you hard?” Faoril leaned over, staring into the dwarf's face. “I know it made me wet.”

  A look of disgust crossed the dwarf's face. “Are you looking to mate, human?”

  “Well, if not mate, can I at least collect your cum? I'm a mage. I would love to find out the properties of dwarven cum.”

  “Not interested.”

  “Surely you could use some relief. Your wife is being fucked by my orc. Doesn't that stir anything in you?” Faoril opened her robe, spilling out her tits. “Or how about these? They're not as big as your wife's, but aren't they delicious?”

  Azken stared at them. “Put those away. You are like our wife. She is always nagging us for sex.”

  “Such a troublesome duty,” grumbled a second husband. “I am glad it is my turn. I suspect your warrior will keep her satisfied for at least a day.”

  “Maybe longer,” a third said with some hope.

  “You don't like having sex?”

  “It's so messy,” Azken said.

  “And such a waste of time,” a fourth husband added as he stroked his red beard. “Much like this meeting. We could be at our crafts.”

  I laughed at Faoril's crestfallen face. She closed her robes and straightened up. Her cheeks reddened, and she backed off to us. She shook her head. Faoril was a cum-slut. All female mages had to be. She gazed at the seven dwarves and their muscular, strong bodies with longing.

  “I hope Thrak can get it up tonight,” muttered Faoril. “I'm so horny. Seven hunky dwarves and I can't even give one a handjob.”

  “There's always Chaun,” I said. “I'm skipping my turn tonight.”

  Faoril's smile brightened. “Good. He's almost as talented.”

  “I can hear you speaking,” Chaun said.

  “Then you should improve,” Faoril laughed.

  “No woman has ever had cause to complain over my performance.”

  “Sure,” muttered Sophia. Her face was flushed. I had missed her climax. She gave Chaun a look, then put her arm about my waist and leaned her head on my shoulder. “I hope this doesn't take long.”

  ~ * ~

  Thrak

  The tiny dwarf queen led me by the cock through the corridors. Her hand rubbed at the tip, her small fingers brushing my cock. All her necklaces clinked together, forming a sweet music as she walked. Her naked ass swayed. The waistbands of gold she wore had thin chains ending in diamonds and rubies that slid across her curvy, pale cheeks.

  “Are all your kind so endowed?” she purred as she stopped at a door.

  “No. None are bigger than me.”

  “I can believe that,” sighed Barzidi. “The only good cocks we get in Shevan are gnomes. Gnome traders enjoy their stay. I always love dealing with their delegates. Dwarf cocks are so...lacking.”

  “How sad for your women.”

  “I know,” she sighed. “And our males' bodies are so sexy. Pity you have no beard. I love feeling a full beard scratching at my tits. Though your chest...” She let out a hungry purr and threw the door open. “That will do.”

  Inside, situated in the room's center, was a raised platform holding a slab of stone. The room was warmer than the corridors though I saw no fires. She reached the stone slab and stretched out on it, her jewelry tinking. She writhed on the slab.

  “Your bed?”

  “Yes. What else would I sleep on? The floor? Now come and pleasure me, orc.”

  “Yes, your Majesty.”

  My hands could wrap about her slim thighs. I pressed them apart and exposed her shaved pussy lips. Her musk filled my nose. It was tart and strong. I inhaled it, my cock aching beneath my kilt. Her hands stroked my muscles as I leaned down and licked at her tiny pussy.

  Could my cock even fit in her?

  “Oh, yes,” she groaned. “Your tongue is huge. Yes, yes, lick me, orc. Make me cum and then fuck me.”

  Her slim, small body writhed. Her large tits jiggled beneath her necklaces. The gold slipped off her mounds, exposing their full, curvy shapes. Her fat nipples thrust up like a pair of pink jewels. She seized them and pinched.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  Her hips humped, smearing her hot pussy against my hungry lips. I licked and tongued her. I shoved my mouth into her pussy's depths. Her thighs constricted about my face. Her small body quivered, shaking those delicious tits.

  I reached out and groped one as my tongue fucked in and out of her tight cunt. Her juices coated my mouth. Her back arched, and she squealed. She seized my hand and pulled my fingers to her lips. She sucked on my reddish-brown fingers like they were cocks, moaning the entire time.

  “Yes,” she groaned between sucks. “Mmm, yes. Devour me, orc. Worship my pussy. It is a Queen's pussy.”

  “And should be treasured,” I rumbled.

  “Oh, you are wonderful,” she panted. “Could you be persuaded to stay?”

  “I am afraid not.”

  “No, no, your human wife wouldn't allow that.”

  “That's right.” To head off this conversation, I thrust fingers from my other hand into her tight, juicy depths.

  Her eyes widened. She sucked on the fingers from one hand as her pussy clenched on the fingers of the other. Her hot, sleek tunnel clenched about them. She bucked and moaned. I leaned in and licked at her small clit, pierced by a gold ring.

  I seized the ring and pulled. Her clit stretched. My finger popped out of her mouth. She threw her head back and arched her body. She let out an explosive moan. Her eyes fluttered in her head. Her toes curled and relaxed as she spasmed her joy on the table.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. “You mighty orc. Oh, yes, that's it. Keep pulling and keep fingering me. Make me cum. I need it.”

  I tugged harder, letting out a fearsome roar. My cock ached as her tight pussy clenched on my finger. Her thighs spasmed and pressed against my cheeks. She sucked on my finger again, her cheeks hollowing as she spasmed and orgasmed.

  Juices squirted out of her pussy. I lowered my lips and enjoyed their tart flavor. I licked around my finger, gathering up her excitement while she kept thrashing. My dick ached. Between her mouth sucking on one finger and her pussy convulsing about the other, I needed satisfaction.

  “I'm fucking you now,” I growled, ripping my fingers from her. I seized my kilt and pulled it off, unveiling my full, naked body.

  “Yes, take me, orc warrior,” she moaned. “Ram that cock in my pussy.” She reached down and spread her pussy lips open, exposing her pink tunnel. “Fuck me with that cock. Krab's skilled hands, yes. Fuck me. In seventy years, I've never seen the like.”

  “Seventy? You look barely twenty.”

  She smiled at me. “Mmm, I was real wild then. Now fuck me!”

  I towered over her as I knelt between her thighs. With my right hand, I scooped up her waist, lifting her pussy to my cock. My thick head pressed into the dwarf's small cunt. Her labia pressed around the tip. I looked so big. How could I fit in her cunt?

  “Yes,” she moaned as I kept pressing forward. “Oh, gods, yes. Keep going. Oh, so good. So good.”

  Her eyes squeezed shut as my thick cock forced her labia to spread wider and wider apart. She shuddered as my dick sank an inch into her tight, hot cunt. She was a furnace about me, and clenched down on my dick. I groaned. I had never felt anything so tight.

  “Come on and ravish me with that cock,” she hissed.

  I pressed farther forward. My dick kept sinking into her hot, tight snatch. Her groin and stomach bulged with my cock. She was stuffed so full I could watch my cock's progress as I stabbed deeper and deeper into her cunt.

  Her tiny body trembled and shuddered. Her pussy convulsed about my cock. She had cum before I even buried all the way into her. Barzidi gasped, her face growing red as she str
uggled to breathe over the passion exploding out of her.

  “Krab's mighty cock!” she screamed. “Oh, yes, orc. Fuck me with that monster. I took it. I took an orc's cock into my cunt.”

  “You did,” I growled, my dick buried in heaven. I drew back and slammed into her depths.

  It was so hard to fuck her. She was so tight. It almost hurt my cock. But the pleasure was intense. It rippled through me. Her pussy spasmed and convulsed about my cock. My balls boiled. Every stroke through her pussy kept her cumming. I had never been with a woman so easily brought to orgasm.

  Her moans echoed through her bedchamber as I fucked her small body faster and faster. I stared in fascination at the bulge my cock made in her stomach as it slammed in and out of her cunt. Her tiny body spasmed and her boobs jiggled. Her necklace jingled as she spasmed.

  “What a cock! Fuck me! Fuck my tiny cunt! Make me cum, orc!”

  “Yes,” I growled. “You're a slut. A dwarven slut that will do anything for my cock.”

  “Anything,” she gasped. “Keep fucking me. Make me cum.”

  “You'll let me and my companions venture into the mines.”

  “Gladly,” she screamed. “Just don't die. I need you to come back and fuck me again.”

  “I won't!”

  “Good. Now slam that cock in me and cum!”

  “Yes, my Queen!” I growled.

  Her fingernails scratched at my chest as I pounded her cunt. Her pussy had loosened enough for me to ravish her. My heavy balls slammed into her body while she shuddered and shook. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her orgasm reached even higher peaks.

  My dick ached in her spasming, tight furnace. The pleasure shot to my balls, increasing the pressure. I grunted with every stroke, savoring every inch my dick slid through her tunnel. My strokes grew more erratic as the need to cum filled me.

  “Gewin's cock,” I grunted as my dick erupted.

  Her eyes shot open. “Yes, cum in me!”

  My cum erupted in powerful blasts. It spurt out of me and painted the insides of her pussy. Every blast of cum sent lightning bolts of rapture through me. I threw back my head and bellowed as her pussy milked my cock.

  “Orc warrior,” she cooed as I let go of her body. Her pussy slipped off my cock with a loud plop. My cum instantly flowed out. She shoved her hands between her thighs and gathered up my jizz. She brought handfuls of the creamy spunk to her mouth, devouring my cum.

  “Do we have your permission to enter the mines?”

  “Yes,” she moaned between greedy licks. “Oh, yes, yes, yes. So good. That was the best cock I've ever had.” She slumped back on her stone bed and smiled at the ceiling. “Gods, I could sleep for a week.”

  ~ * ~

  Knight-Errant Angela

  Thrak had the hugest grin on his face when he returned without the queen. It was clear he had satiated Barzidi. When Azken went to check on his wife he was beaming when he returned, equally happy with Thrak's efforts.

  “You have fucked her to unconsciousness, great orc,” Azken said. “As she promised, we shall open the way into the mines.”

  The other six dwarves all nodded, equally happy with the results. I shook my head. Who would have thought there was an entire race of men who had no interest in sex? Sophia clearly liked it. I bet she had fantasies of keeping all the dwarf women of Shevan satiated.

  Well, Queen Barzidi was gorgeous even if she had the stature of a child, though no one could mistake that lush body for one.

  The dwarf kings led us out of the palace and to a massive door made of metal built into the cavern wall at the back of the kingdom. A whole company of dwarves, at least a hundred strong, stood guard before the door, and when Azken gave the order to open it, a squad of crossbow-equipped dwarves aimed their weapons at it.

  The circular door creaked open onto a tunnel much like the one we descended on. A stale breeze washed over us and a low moan went through the dwarven warriors. Fear burned on their faces. I swallowed and stared into the darkness.

  What waited for us?

  “What is the horror?” Faoril asked Azken.

  “Anathema,” he answered. “It feeds on life. It was all the mage Tovin's fault. He had enamored Queen Kazodi with promises of increasing the adamantium yields. Whatever happened in the mines unleashed it. Queen Kazodi, the mage, and her seven husbands, along with hundreds of miners, were never seen. The anathema rampaged and destroyed the old capital.”

  Sophia pressed against me.

  “The nearest mine shaft is off the first tunnel. Descend. You'll know you've reached it when you find the rest post. It should be a safe place for you to camp. It will even have baths.”

  I nodded. “Thank you.”

  “When you return. Knock three times. Pause. Knock twice. Pause. Then knock three more times. We shall open the gate for you.” Azken shook his head. “Though I do not expect you to return. My wife's foolishness has doomed you.”

  “We'll be fine,” I swallowed. “If anyone wants to back out, I understand.”

  Sophia took my hand. “I'm your acolyte. I have to go with you.”

  I gave her a smile, leaned over, and kissed her on the lips. They were soft and delicious.

  “I trust Faoril's magic and my ax,” rumbled Thrak. “And Xera will lead us true. Even the bard's music may come in handy.”

  “Perhaps my song can soothe it,” Chaun said. He stood up beside me and gave me a cocky smile. “I have never tried to seduce a horror before. Sounds like a challenge.”

  “We need the adamantium ore,” Faoril said. “Xera?”

  “I have made my decision to walk with you.”

  Tears burned in my eyes. I smiled at all of them. “Thank you.”

  Xera smiled at me. I took a deep breath, hefted my shield, and marched into the darkness beyond the massive door. Sophia walked at my side. Xera strode past me, trailed by Faoril's bobbing light. Thrak joined her at the lead. Chaun and Faoril took the rear.

  Behind us, the doors groaned as they swung closed. I took one last look at the stout, dwarven warriors too afraid to tread beyond the doors. The light from the dwarven city narrowed to a sliver and then vanished as the door boomed shut. The massive mechanism that locked the door rattled.

  We were on our own.

  ~ * ~

  Lady Delilah – The Ruins of Khan, The Kingdom of Haz

  I stared at the garnet pendant, matching the one I gave Angela, and conjured a vision. I watched as the knight strode into the dwarven mines. Chaun walked behind her. The changeling had not flinched yet. He was made of sterner stuff than I had imagined.

  I had no doubts he would accomplish his mission. I saw the greed in his eyes to reclaim all he lost.

  I let go of the garnet pendant and cast my eyes upward. The erinyes Angela and her party drove from Lor-Khev circled. I doubt the erinyes would be brave enough to venture underground. She was a creature of air and fire.

  And she had patience.

  I sighed. Slata and her petty vengeance. I hated the Goddess of Motherhood. She had caused so much grief in my life. I leaned against the stone ruins and waited to see how the events in the mines would play out.

  Would Angela triumph and find the adamantium ore, or would she perish in the dark depths, lost to history?

  Chapter Fifty-Two: Ooze's Delight

  Knight-Errant Angela – The Lost Mines of Khragorath, Fallen Kingdom of Modan

  At an intersection, just as Azken promised, we found the rest post at the start of the mines. It was carved into the side of a natural cavern, a monumental edifice that seemed to sprout naturally from the rougher walls of the unworked stone. Shafts drove off in several directions from the cavern. They were not as wide as the tunnels we had walked down, nor as finely carved.

  “I think rest is a good idea,” Thrak said. The orc barbarian yawned and stretched.

  Faoril, at his side, had a smile on her face. “Did that dwarf queen tire you out?”

  “She was insatiable,” Thrak grinned.
“You would never know such a tiny body could have such energy in her. My poor balls are drained.”

  “Then let's get you to bed. You need to be well rested.” Faoril licked her lips.

  “For adventuring in the mines, not for fucking you,” Sophia reminded. She had her magical dagger in hand. It did not glow.

  “We need to be careful,” Chaun nodded.

  Sophia scowled. She did not like Chaun. She found it suspicious that he was waiting for us. I suspected she hated that even she was attracted, if only slightly, to the gorgeous changeling. He was irresistible. Even traveling with him for days did little to blunt his attractiveness.

  I put my arm around Sophia's shoulders. “If there really are baths in here, you and I can relax before we go to bed.”

  Sophia smiled. “Relax, huh?”

  “What was that about needing energy for tomorrow?” Faoril asked. “And not for fucking?”

  “Angela and I are not worn out by a lusty dwarf queen,” Sophia answered with a grin.

  Thrak yawned again. His mouth opened wide, revealing his thick teeth. His back arched, and he spread his shoulders wide as the sound echoed back and forth through the cavern. “Food and sleep. That's what I need.”

  Faoril patted his swarthy stomach.

  Xera moved to one of the shafts. She peered down it. A bobbing light, conjured by Faoril, drifted to Xera and illuminated the shaft. The elf's ears twitched. She cocked her head as she examined the shaft and sniffed the air.

  “Anything?” I asked.

  “No.” She shook her head. “I thought I heard something drag. But nothing is moving.”

  “Well, we keep a watch,” Angela said. She drew her sword. “Let's clear the building and figure out our watch order.”

  “I would like to take the first watch,” Xera said.

  “I'll have second,” Angela nodded.

  “Then I shall have the last.” Thrak stretched his back. Then he strode to the stone door to the rest house. Dust covered the intricate carvings that adorned the door. He twisted the handle, and it opened with barely a rasp.

  “Well made,” Chaun observed. “I doubt that door has been opened in several hundred years.”

  Thrak sneezed. “Yes, I can tell by the dust.”