Elven Mage's Submissive Passion

by Reed James

  Marcus moved up behind her. Maria groaned as she felt his left hand plant on her ass. Then his cock rubbed into her pussy. She closed her eyes, savoring that big dick about to enter her. She thrust her tongue into the halfling's pussy. Maria swirled it around in that hot twat. She wiggled it up and down, scooping out more cum.

  Marcus thrust into her pussy.

  His cock plunged to the hilt in her. He buried to the depths in her cunt. The pleasure surged through her body. It swept through her. She clenched her cunt down around his dick. She gripped him, moaning into Éjyona's cum-filled depths.

  “Fuck, yes!” he groaned. “That's good pussy.”

  “Just enjoy,” Éjyona moaned. “Mmm, yes, yes, she's licking out all your spunk.”

  “It's so good,” Maria moaned, utterly lost to the depravity of this moment. Of being in Marcus's party.

  Her pussy gripped his cock when he pulled back, increasing the friction. Her pleasure. She reveled in it. She wiggled her hips back and forth. She stirred her cunt around his cock. She welcomed that big dick sliding into her. In penetrating her hard and fast.

  It was incredible. A wicked heat that would drown her. The pleasure built in her cunt. Bliss trembled through her flesh as he pounded into her. He pumped his cock deep into her cunt. She groaned into Éjyona's cunt, loving it.

  Maria feasted on the halfling. The human licked out more and more of the cum leaking out of Éjyona. The salty flavor, spiced with pussy cream, filled the Duelist's mouth. Maria found less and less cum until she was only eating delicious cunt.

  I never thought I'd love pussy so much, she thought as she licked through the halfling's twat.

  He pounded Maria hard and fast. He buried his cock to the hilt in her as she devoured Éjyona's twat. The Duelist's pleasure built and built. She wiggled her hips back and forth. She savored the rapture building and building in her. She would cum so hard.

  She would explode all over his cock.

  She squeezed around him. The pleasure swelled through her. She flicked her tongue up Éjyona's clit. She sucked on the bud. The halfling bucked. Her round tits jiggled. Her entire body quivered from the pleasure.

  “That's it, Maria!” she moaned. “Aphounga's shattered sword! That's good.”

  “Make her cum, Maria!” groaned Marcus as he pounded the Duelist. “Fuck, that's so hot fucking you while you eat her out.”

  “She's just loving me, Marcus!” gasped Éjyona.

  “I am!” Maria moaned, her pussy clenching down around Marcus's cock. “I'm going to cum, too. I love your cock, Marcus!”

  He thrust harder into her. She felt his joy. His balls smacked into her clit. The pleasure sparked from her bud, building her pleasure. She hovered on the edge of it. She nursed on Éjyona's pearl, soft lips nibbling.

  The halfling gasped. She squeezed her little, round titties. She kneaded them as her body shook. A flood of spicy juices gushed out of the Gunner's pussy. Maria gulped them down. She feasted on the climactic juices.

  Joined Éjyona.

  “Marcus!” Maria squealed as she orgasmed.

  Her pussy convulsed around Marcus's thrusting dick. Her cunt sucked at him, begging for his cum to flood her. He growled, his strong hands gripping her hips as he buried into her. His balls smacked into her clit.

  More pleasure swept through her.

  “Fuck!” he snarled.

  Cum pumped into her pussy. His hot jizz fired into her. She reveled in it. Every hot spurt that splashed against her cervix sent another rush of heat billowing through her body. She wiggled her hips from side to side, her cunt sucking at him. Milking him.

  Working out all the cum from his balls. She rushed towards that pinnacle of bliss. She hovered there, reveling in the ecstasy that flooded through her. It all felt so good. So amazing. She shuddered, feeling so happy.

  So glad she was adventuring with Marcus. She wanted this to last.

  * * / *

  I groaned as I pumped the last of my cum into Maria's pussy. I panted, drawing in a deep breath as the pleasure flowed out of me and into her twat. Her cunt wrung me dry. Savoring the bliss, I glanced over at the elf.

  Still watching.

  A sudden fury swept through me. Always watching. Why wouldn't she submit and tell me the truth? She was denying herself. She had an amazing capacity to keep herself from achieving the pleasure she needed.

  Craved.

  It infuriated me. What more did I have to do to get her to open up?

  Growling, I ripped my cock out of Maria's pussy. I stood up and faced the elf. She looked away and stared out at the mist. She drifted away from us and out into the gloom. Her ears twitched. I watched her.

  I was getting tired of this. I followed.

  * * / *

  Kulrigiizhai

  The mist rose around the elf as she moved away from Marcus. She wanted to escape his eyes. The heat between her thighs. Her cunt brimmed with molten heat that wanted to explode out of her. She craved his cock. Her juices soaked her dainty panties.

  A foul scent filled her nose. She paused, studying the growing fog. It was rising thick and heavy. It didn't smell right at all. She studied the ground, something clicking in her mind. Something important. Realization hit her.

  Marcus's footsteps marched up behind her.

  “When are you going to grow up and tell me?” he asked her.

  “This elf is not being childish,” Kulrigiizhai answered. She bent down and pressed her hand into the ground, feeling the vapor rising up around her skin.

  “You sure? You're certainly being stubborn and... What is it?”

  “I fear I know why the source of this malady was not found at the center. It's rising from beneath us.”

  He didn't say anything for a long moment. “If I haven't proved you can trust me, I don't know what I can do.”

  “It's not a matter of trust, Marcus Aurelius. You are more than stalwart. I have placed my life in your hands.”

  “But you don't want me putting my life into yours?”

  She stiffened.

  “Why don't you let me make that choice. Don't breathe in these fumes too long. We're going to find our way underground in the morning and end this.”

  She nodded as he marched away, her pussy on fire. She glanced at him, a dark silhouette of strength before the roaring fire. The others greeted him with passion. Excitement. Dëshoma and Twist pressed against him, delivering kisses. The scents of their pussies drifted on the wind. Kulrigiizhai's brow furrowed.

  She could be with them.

  He let that earth elemental batter him. He would have died to protect me. It proved her worries had a foundation, and yet...

  It made her feel something beyond hatred. Something that made her heart beat fast for the man. This new emotion wasn't lust. It was beyond affection. She pressed her hands to her heart and wondered if it was that other emotion.

  The one people put so much emphasis on.

  The one he'd whipped out of her. Hadn't he?

  She glanced up at the night sky. The moon bled through the fog, a silvery haze. She drew in deep and calming breaths as she thought about her future. Her emotions. Anger warred inside of her. That thirst for revenge. To ensure she was never helpless again. She would never be that scared waif whipped over and over by magic.

  And beyond her vengeance, something else lurked. Something warm and bright. Marcus Aurelius. She saw a future beyond trapping Veazzuaxziag in the Black Heart Diamond. It made her all the more afraid now.

  Not helpless, but worried. Her resolve for vengeance weakened as she realized she had something to lose.

  Chapter Twenty-Three: Tangled Passions

  The next morning, I stepped out of the tent to piss.

  The fog cloaked the early morning. A soft gray diffused through the mist as dawn approached. I moved naked behind the tent and stopped. With a loud groan, I unleashed my bladder. It felt almost as good as cumming.

  “You should leave this place,” a voice boomed hollowly behind me
.

  “Fuck!”

  I whirled around, a stream of yellow splashing before me. I stopped as there, in the mist, was the Warrior, blue plume swirled up into the dark. I growled, weaponless. No armor and shield. I could use my abilities, but I would deal less damage and take more.

  “Leave this place,” the Warrior repeated.

  My brow knitted. He hadn't drawn his weapon. What was this? Why did he want to talk? Was he afraid? We did spank that warded earth elemental last evening. I rolled my shoulders and studied the Warrior. He didn't seem scared.

  “What are you doing?” I demanded. “You serve one of the damned Gods of Light and Order. So why are you trying to save the world?”

  “You are trying to mend the world,” the Warrior said, his voice echoing, distorted by the helmet. It was hard to tell his emotions at all. “Not to save it.”

  “Isn't putting all the shards back together saving this world?”

  “No.”

  I fixed my eyes on him. “Why not? Why do you want to keep this world broken? Doesn't chaos weaken the Gods of Light? Right, they're all about order.”

  “Your party is growing strong,” the Warrior said, “but you are in defiance of the gods you claim to serve. You are a threat. An interloper to this world. You have invaded it and disrupt what you don't understand.”

  “I understand pretty well,” I growled. “If you want me to go, ram that sword through my chest.”

  The Warrior glanced to his right then he whirled around and marched off into the fog. In moments, the thick vapor swallowed his form, his muffled steps vanishing a few heartbeats later. I grimaced and whirled around.

  “Rūzem's greasy touch, I don't like that prick,” Twist said. “What a corrupt bastard.”

  I arched an eyebrow at that. “You're a rogue. A Thief. Isn't corruption your bread and butter?”

  “Bread and butter?” She stared at me in puzzlement. “What world are you from? You say the strangest things.”

  I shrugged. “It means, a staple. Something you would eat every day.”

  “Sshhh,” she hissed in understanding. “No, no, I'm an honest Thief.”

  “See,” Éjyona muttered. She stood with the others. She glanced at Dëshoma. “Pushijer's church doesn't want this world fixed. They want it to stay broken.”

  Worry flashed across Dëshoma's face. “Corruption has festered deep in the heart of Pushijer's church.”

  “All of them,” the halfling muttered. “Even yours, Dëshoma.”

  “Then it must be cleansed.”

  I nodded. “Let's gear up, break fast, and see if we can't run down that bastard.”

  * * / *

  Maria du Marne

  They only found corrupted air elementals on the Warrior's trail. It ended at another broken bridge. The fight was quick, cutting through the spirits disturbed by the diseased air. It was enough to push them over to Level 17.

  “Damn slippery cowards,” Marcus muttered as he glared across at the other plateau.

  “I could Arcane Jump to the other side and we could affect a repair on the bridge,” Kulri suggested.

  “Fuck the coward,” Marcus muttered. “We need to find a way underground.”

  As the sun rose, they swept across the island. They found no caves going down across the near featureless plateau. Just patches of diseased grass and a dirty feeling. Maria's skin crawled at the idea of the bad vapors rising out of the ground beneath them.

  How long would their enhanced Resistance from being Shardhunters last? Kulri would be the most susceptible to it. So far, she hadn't fallen ill. But eventually one of them would. Maria hated this place. She wanted to be gone from it.

  They encountered a group of kobolds that had climbed up from the edge of the cliff. The fight had been intense for a moment, weapons thrusting and stabbing, but their Levels had increased greatly since arriving. The poor, diseased kobolds had not fared as well.

  “I think I understand,” Kulri said as Twist looted the bodies for their coins.

  “What?” Marcus asked.

  “Let the geometries of space enfold around me and pierce through distance,” the elf chanted then she vanished.

  And appeared on a nearby plateau. A small one with no bridge to it. She stood on the edge and peered down. Her ears twitched. “There is a cave beneath you. About forty feet down. That must be where the kobolds had crawled out of.”

  Maria peered over the edge with Marcus. A moment of vertigo assaulted the Duelist as she stared down into the misty abyss. She couldn't see any cave, just the irregular slope of the cliff. But if Kulri said it was there, Maria believed it.

  “Here,” Twist hissed. She pushed up between Maria and Marcus to throw a length of rope over the side. The other half she'd already tied to a bolder thrusting out of the ground. Then she grinned and leaped over the edge, sliding down it.

  Maria shook her head. She watched. About thirty feet down, Twist slid to a stop. She was almost out of rope. She swung forward and vanished beneath the lip. The rope swung out free a moment later, Twist hissing in success.

  “Cave!”

  Kulri chanted and then vanished from sight. She didn't reappear up here. Maria figured she must be down with Twist. Already, Marcus was grabbing it, his kite shield slung on his back. He climbed down in all his armor, grunting as he went.

  “This is not a plan I endorse,” Dëshoma muttered.

  “No choice,” Maria said.

  Once Marcus was off the rope, it was her turn to slide down. She gripped the rope with her knee-high boots and slid down, the rope rough on her hands. The wet cliff face slid past her. Then an opening yawned before her, a dark tunnel leading into the black. Marcus grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in. Kulri nodded to the human Duelist while Iris buzzed down the tunnel, shedding light.

  It seemed to stretch back some distance. A steady rush of air swept past Maria like the tunnel exhaled a long breath. A musty smell filled her nose. Water and wet dirt. She drew her rapier, looking around for any sign of threats.

  “Oh, my!” Dëshoma whimpered, rope rustling. “This is quite a drop and... Lord Marcus, my thanks.”

  “Woooo!” Éjyona shouted next, her voice getting louder and louder. Then her boots landed on the stone. “That was fun.”

  Iris buzzed back, her pink light gleaming on the wet surface of the rocks. She stopped before Marcus as he limbered shield and drew his ax. “There's blight. It's oozing down the walls like it's bleeding out of the rocks. Something dark was done down here.”

  “Don't stop in that crap,” Marcus said and marched forward, Iris buzzing about his head to shed the light.

  Swallowing, Maria followed after, Twist at her side. Dëshoma and Kulri came next with Éjyona at the rear. Sounds echoed through the tunnels. They reverberated back at them and twisted around through the space. Soon, the shaft bent to the left.

  Roots poked through the ceiling. They dangled down, forming a thick curtain. Marcus pressed through them with his shield. He muttered something beneath his breath. They appeared to stretch for some distance.

  Maria moved into them next. They slid over her body with feathery touches, caressing her face and arms. A strange tingle rippled through her body. She remembered her encounter with the slime a few days ago, how it had wrapped her up in its tentacles. A strange excitement rippled through her. A heat that shocked her.

  “Damn thingsssss,” Twist hissed, pushing them aside with her left hand.

  “Advantages of being short,” Éjyona said. “They're hardly a bother.”

  “Thou art most fortunate, Lady Éjyona,” Dëshoma said. “These feel uncomfortable on mine skin. They keep finding their way into the cutout in the front of mine habit. It is almost like they wish to fondle mine breasts.”

  “Yeah,” Twist muttered.

  “They do,” Maria said, feeling the roots across her tits. They were almost caressing her with little tendrils.

  Her left hand pushed them aside. As she did, her left wrist was caug
ht up in a snarl of the tendrils. She sighed and sheathed her rapier to untangle herself. They were knotted tight about her. As she worked to free herself, they caressed over her face and shoulders.

  Dëshoma gasped. “They have me!”

  “What?” Marcus growled.

  “They're getting tangled in my hair,” Kulri said.

  “Not tangled, they're grabbing us,” Twist snarled. She ripped out her dagger only for a root to seize her wrist and yank her weapon away from slashing at the other tendrils knotted about her left arm.

  Maria gasped as the roots came alive around them. They shoved down the front of her leather bra, pushing off the cups and gripping her round breasts. She gasped in shocked delight as they squeezed and kneaded her breasts.

  Why does this feel so good?

  Tendrils caressed over her exposed nipples. The hair-fine roots wrapped around her nubs like miniature tentacles. They twisted and tweaked them. She moaned in delight. Her pussy burst with excitement.

  More roots slid down her body.

  “They're going for Maria more than me?” Twist muttered.

  “They're dewdrop roots!” gasped Iris from the front. “They're attracted to pussy juices. Maria... Did this turn you on?”

  “Well...” the embarrassed human moaned as the roots slid across her belly and then pushed into her leather thong.

  “She got molested once by a slime,” Marcus growled. “I think she got a taste for liking tentacles.”

  “What?” Maria moaned and then gasped as the roots wrapped around her upper thighs. They lifted her off the ground.

  Woody tentacles groped her tits and squeezed her nipples. Thin roots grew into her pussy, forming a thick knot that plunged deep into her cunt. She gasped, her entire body shaking as the pleasure rippled through her.

  Iris giggled. “They're harmless. Once she cums, they'll release her. The rest of you, I'd duck low if you can. Don't get turned on...”

  “No, no, cut me free!” Maria gasped even as pleasure flooded through her body. The twisted mass of roots formed a make-shift dildo that plunged in and out of her. She could feel the hair-like ends of the roots writhing inside of her, teasing her pussy walls. Her cervix. “Why does this feel so good?”