Elven Mage's Submissive Passion

by Reed James

  I nodded. One more night. I held out my hand to Maria. She took it, her fingers soft, her green eyes emotional. Then, together, we stepped into the Shardpool. Twist, Dëshoma, and Kulri stepped in after. Iris landed on my shoulder.

  I activated it, returning us to my camp The light sparkled around us. It swept over us, engulfing us in azure light. The world moved. Shifted.

  When the sapphire brilliance faded we were at my camp, the purple barrier ringing the small land. Several buildings stood on the plots designated to them. Tinking came from Okzira's forge. The smells of cooking came from Shelly's kitchen while Haîcze lounged outside her trading post. The sylph sat up.

  “You're back! Find any good loot for me to sell?”

  “You know it,” I said.

  Okzira peeked out. The dwarf wore a heavy apron, the glow of her forge spilling orange around her shoulders. “Glad your back. I've missed that cock.”

  I grinned. “Got some metal for you. I hope you can make something outstanding.”

  She grinned broadly.

  From the kitchen, Shelly thrust out her head. “Dinner's in thirty minutes. I'm making duck in a red plum sauce.”

  “You have dinner cooking?” I asked.

  “I just felt you were coming home today,” she said, a big smile on her lips. She turned around, revealing she wore only an apron. Her cute rump swayed out of sight.

  I grinned. It was good to be home.

  * * / *

  Shorhe

  The orc Warrior knelt before the altar to Pushijer in his grand temple in Liberus. Her plumed helmet lay at her side. Doubts plagued her. Marcus's words ate at the Warrior. She squeezed her eyes shut, begging for the God of Protection to guide her.

  That was all she ever wanted to do. Protect. She'd never wanted to hurt others. This broken, fractured world needed defending, but to work with the cultists of Thūgiz? What madness was that? She had asked questions since she returned, talking to her lover, to others.

  Whispers of something called the Broken Diamond had reached her ears. Rumors of those who worked to keep the world broken. She knew it wasn't time yet to restore it. That the peoples hadn't learned their lesson. Society was beginning to recover. Pieces of the Inferius Empire were coalescing again. It had to be stopped.

  Right?

  But to work with the followers of the Gods of Darkness and Chaos to do it...

  “You've been asking questions, Shorhe,” a man rumbled behind her.

  She gasped and whirled around. A man stood before her in—

  “Marcus?”

  She stared in shock at Marcus Aurelius. He stood tall before her, his blue eyes boring into hers. His hair that same mane of flowing black. He didn't wear a breastplate but a leather jerkin that held an alchemical gleam to it. Thick pants clad his legs, a fencing rapier hanging on his hip. He dressed like a Duelist and not a Paladin.

  There was something else. Something cold in his eyes. None of the warmth she remembered. Nor the playfulness and the horny lust. He didn't strip her naked with his eyes. A shiver ran through her as she stepped back.

  “Is that you, Marcus?”

  “Yes,” the man said. “You met the Interloper. My dark twin.”

  “Twin?” Confusion rippled through Shorhe. In the rafters above, she thought she heard a gasp.

  “You were told he must be stopped because he is flawed. Evil. When I crossed over the Digital Barrier, I was split in twain.” His hand cupped Shorhe's face, fingers cold. He stroked her cheekbone. “The Hierophant found the good half of me and trained me. But the other half landed in the wild. He has been touched by Darkness. Have you not seen his boundless lust? How he has corrupted the Priestess of Ëshuxeri, the servant of Love, into depraved sex? And what had he done to you?”

  Heat suffused Shorhe. A shudder ran through her body. “Sex isn't from the Dark Gods.”

  “But lust is.” A smile crept across Marcus's lips. “But do not worry, for I am here. We shall stop him, Shorhe. We shall prevent him from healing this world prematurely. The Hierophant knows when that day shall come, and it is not today. Are you faithful to the Gods of Light and Order?”

  “I am Pushijer's humble servant,” she gasped and fell to her knees, a kindle of zeal sparking in her. The Hierophant sent him to me?

  “I know you are. You have doubts. Faith without doubts is a weak thing. Because if it cannot withstand questions, then it is a worthless thing. Do not feel shame for it. But know that we will do great things.”

  “Yes, Marcus,” she breathed.

  “Lord Marcus,” he corrected then looked up. “Now we have a rat creeping up in the rafters. Find her.”

  Movement flowed up there. Shorhe rose and obeyed. The fake Marcus had twisted her mind with those depraved tentacles he'd grown. He had befuddled her with lust. How else to explain what happened in their fight. He must be a servant of the Gods of Darkness and Chaos.

  A devote of Zadeg, God of Lust and enemy of Ëshuxeri.

  She rushed to the ladder to climb to the chapel's rafters and catch the spy, her heart committed to saving the world.

  To be continued...

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  Fighting always made me wet, and fighting Kevin made me burn.

  “Yes,” I hissed as he groped one of my breasts, fingering my hard, pink nipple. His other hand slid up to cup my face, brushing back my flaming curls. I had my mother's fiery hair, but my father's blue eyes.

  “I missed you every day in the mountains,” he groaned, pulling me down, my red hair spilling about my face.

  “I bet you found more than a few peasant girls willing to provide comfort to a Knight on a Quest,” I grinned.

  “But none were you,” he grinned and pulled me down for a hot kiss.

  My breasts rubbed against his muscular chest. His hand slid down my back and over my heavy, leather belt that my chainmail loincloth hung from. He squeezed the cheeks of my ass, left mostly exposed by the two-inch wide band of mail. His fingers dipped beneath the mail as he kneaded my ass.

  I groaned and ground on him, working my clit against the cold metal of my mail. His cock was hard beneath, throbbing with his desire. I kissed him hard, my hands roaming his muscular sides and chest. My Kevin was a strong man.

  And it was time for him to eat my pussy.

  I broke the kiss, sliding my hips up his body. “Time for you to pay the forfeit,” I smiled, grasping his brown, flowing locks. My hot pussy pressed into my mail as I slid higher up his body. Pleasure shuddered through me. “You're going to devour my pussy. I want to cum and cum.”

  “Of course, my Lady,” Kevin grinned, licking his strong lips.

  My breasts heaved as I straddled his face, still holding onto his brown hair. I loved it when I won our duels. I pulled his head up, smearing his face against my hot pussy. I shuddered as his thick tongue slid through my pussy. My back arched. I gasped as the pleasure washed through me.

  I guided his lips with his hair, my hips undulating. His hands kept kneading my asscheeks, his fingers tightening as his tongue worked through my pussy. He sucked and nibbled on my folds and he nuzzled at my clit.

  “That's it,” I groaned. “You lost, and now you have to pay. Devour my pussy. Don't miss a single spot. Come on, you can do better. Work that pretty mouth through my hot pussy.”

  My free hand grabbed my right breast, pinching my nipple as I undulated faster. Kevin moaned, his tongue working faster. He shoved it deep into my pussy, swirling it around. My eyes fluttered in delight, my moans echoing across the training sands.

  Metal rang nearby. A pair of male knights dueled. Others watched. I savored their eyes.

  “Show everyone how you are my little pussy slave!” I groaned. “Mmm, yes. Devour me! I'm gonna drown you!”

  His tongue fluttered through my folds. My insides sq
uirmed. I shifted my hips, smearing my clit across his strong face until his tongue found it. I gasped as he fluttered his tongue against my nub, batting it over and over.

  “That's it! Oh, fuck! Work that tongue! Yes, Kevin! My little, pussy-hungry stud! Fuck! Fuck!”

  My orgasm crashed through me. I screamed out my delight. My pussy clenched. My juices spilled out into Kevin's hungry mouth. My eyes met Donna, Victoria, and Christina, the squires' eyes envious of my lover's cunnilingus prowess.

  “Keep eating me! Keep making me cum!” I screamed, my hips jerking.

  Kevin kept assaulting my clit. His tongue must be a blur. My pussy clenched again as more ripples of pleasure washed through me. My clit ached, becoming even more sensitive as my climaxes washed through me.

  I gripped Kevin's hair harder, holding his tongue against my clit for as long as I could stand it. My nerves burned with pleasure. My body spasmed and shuddered. My eyes squeezed shut as a mighty surge of pleasure rippled through me.

  My clit almost hurt with the agony of my ecstasy.

  I pulled away, letting go of Kevin, “Mmm, you were a stud, pussy slave,” I grinned.

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  Reed James is a thirty year-old guy living in Tacoma, WA. “I love to write, I find it freeing to immerse myself in a world and tell its stories and then share them with others.” He's been writing naughty stories since high school, furiously polishing his craft, and finally feels ready to share his fantasies with the world.

  “I love writing about women who want to be a little (or a lot) naughty, people expressing their love for each other as physically and kinkily as possible, and women loving other women. Whether it's a virgin experiencing her/his first time or a long-term couple exploring the bounds of their relationships, it will be a hot, erotic story!”

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