by Eden Redd
“You must be Trystan,” The arachnix bowed her head with a shy smile.
Trystan stood speechless.
The arachnix held out a human looking hand, “My name is Skella.”
Trystan didn’t move.
The arachnix continued to hold out her hand but embarrassment melted into her face.
Trystan’s mind raced as old memories sprang to mind. Images played out like a movie when he was trapped in an arachnix’s home. The female wanted his seed and had him strung up against a wall while she pleasured herself on him. The mage had repressed those memories but with an arachnix in front of him, it all came flooding back.
“I’m your new roommate,” Skella said trying to stem the awkward situation.
Waking up from his personal nightmare, the mage feebly picked up his hand and gave Skella a trembling shake, “Pleased…to….meet…you,” The mage said with a quiver in his voice.
Trystan continued to block the door with his frozen body. Skella looked passed him and skittered forward just an inch. The mage backed up and turned around. The arachnix moved into the living room and looked over to Reeko.
“Skella! You made it!” The goblin cheered as he took off his apron and walked around the island to greet her.
The arachnix bowed her upper half to the goblin. Reeko gave her a big hug and was dwarfed by her side. Trystan went straight to the bar and pulled out a bottle of wine and a glass. Nia stopped what she was doing and also came over to Skella. As they exchanged hellos, Trystan worked feverishly, stabbing the cork with a cork screw and began twisting it in. Nia looked over with a raised eyebrow. The cork was pulled and the mage began pouring himself a glass.
“Isn’t it a little early for wine?” Nia said in a low voice as she walked over to the mage.
“No,” Trystan said as he nearly finished the glass and poured himself another.
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Aznara and Sunara were next to arrive. The succubus sisters brought wines and cheese cake. Aznara was quick to put everything down and run to Trystan, throwing her arms around him and kissing him furiously on the neck. The wine was helping the mage relax and he playfully pushed her away.
The next guest arrived and Trystan watched from the bar. Snaking in was a red lamia. Her upper body was that of a beautiful woman with light red hair and the lower half of a red scaled snake. She made her way in and coiled her tail under herself, sitting on it. Reeko played gracious host and handed full wine glasses to each and every guest.
Trystan had forgotten that all the guests were para-humans with only himself and Nia as normal humans. He saw the names but he didn’t piece it together until it was too late. He focused so much on preparations that he simply didn’t make the connection. Old fears rose up as he looked at the lamia, arachnix and goblin talking it up. After another sip of wine, the mage started laughing at himself in his head. He was being absurd to hold onto such outdated fears. Growing up and hearing all the stories about monsters outside of the city walls really affected him. Seeing them carry on a conversation only made him feel incredibly stupid.
The mage looked at the wine glass, “Thanks for helping me sort that out,” He whispered to the nearly empty glass.
The final guest arrived. Vanessa timidly stepped into the penthouse with bag of holding on her shoulder. Nia was first to greet her. The mood was warm and inviting. Vanessa spotted Trystan and made a beeline to him. The wine was in full effect and Trystan gave the undead woman a big hug.
Vanessa felt the nervousness melt away. Opening her bag of holding, she pulled bottle after bottle of mana infused wine. Everyone watched as the number of bottles on the bar grew from one to eight.
“I wasn’t sure how much to bring. Is this enough?” The pale skinned dead woman said.
“Oh, I’m sure we will go through it,” Reeko said with a sinister smirk.
Light conversation blended with music. The blue haired Sunara spent much of her time talking to Nia on the leather couch. Trystan watched Skella as she spoke with the red scaled lamia. Trystan overheard her name was Karla. Reeko was making sure all the food was finally prepared. Vanessa sat on another couch, keeping to herself. Aznara sauntered over to Trystan with an empty wine glass.
“Fill me up,” The red headed succubus said with a playful lick of her lips.
Trystan took hold of an opened bottle and poured it into the empty glass. Aznara’s pointed tail snaked around and caressed the mage’s thigh. Trystan handed the glass back but didn’t push the tail away.
Aznara lingered as she eyed the mage with lust in her eyes, “I have to ask, how serious are you and Nia?”
“Why do you ask?” Trystan said with rosy cheeks.
“It’s not fair that she keeps you to herself. Some of us want a taste.”
“You may have to ask her,” The mage said politely, not taking the demon too seriously.
“Maybe I will,” Aznara reached down and squeezed Trystan’s thigh.
A naked Sylk walked up and eyed the succubus, “I’m finished swimming master. This is your last chance to invite me to dinner.”
Trystan looked to his familiar with kind eyes, “After dinner you can join us.”
The siren gritted her teeth, turned to mist and flowed onto his right arm.
“I like your familiar. Maybe the three of us can spend some time together?” Aznara leered.
“You are a bad girl,” Trystan laughed.
“I have to be me,” Aznara grinned but didn’t take her hand off his thigh.
Reeko walked into the middle of the living room, “The feast shall begin!” The goblin shouted.
Everyone was up and practically running to the dining room. The doors opened and senses were caressed with trays of delicious food. Silent with hunger, bodies packed in and took seats. Karla the lamia coiled her lower half and sat down. Skella sat on a chair with no back. Everyone else took a seat in a normal chair.
There was no ceremony as everyone took hold of utensils and attacked the feast before them. Meat was cut, gravy ladled, bread was buttered and wine poured. A quiet hush fell over the table and then the sounds of pleased moans filled the air. Vanessa cut a piece of raw meatloaf while others took slices from a cooked one. Karla and Skella took hearty slices of several meats, filling their plates. Nia took mostly greens and a few small pieces of succulent steak. Sunara was helping herself to a little of everything while Aznara wasn’t even using a fork. The succubus had a huge turkey leg in her hands and ripped off a piece of meat with hungry fervor. Reeko joined the succubus by taking the other leg and tearing into it. The goblin and succubus looked to each other and laughed.
Trystan could feel the wine relax him further. The food was welcomed as he scarfed down with everyone else. On and on it went. Food consumed and arms moving slower. Thirty minutes later everybody was leaning back with full bellies and content smiles on their faces. Trystan sobered up a little as the food filled his stomach with rich goodness.
Ten minutes later, bodies stood up and wandered out of the dining room to the living room. Trystan moved like a zombie. A mist flowed from under his right sleeve and Sylk appeared. The mage raised an eyebrow as the blue siren was dressed in a pretty black dress. Sylk smoothed out her already perfectly smooth dress, not looking at her master.
“You look beautiful,” Trystan said astonished.
“Thank you,” Sylk said and walked to the bar.
Bursts of mists clouded the area and formed into a few familiars. Wendy the ogre smoothed back her blonde hair and ran fingers up her lone horn. She wore a frilly pink dress that hugged her muscled hour glass figure. Red Fang walked over to the bar with Sylk. He wore a tuxedo and a clawed hand reached for a wine glass as Sylk poured. Aznara’s vampire familiar, Vossa, also joined in wearing a blood red dress. Vossa patted Red Fang’s broad shoulder so she could get closer to the bar.
Mana infused wine was poured and the familiars started their own little party. Trystan walked over to a couch and plopped down. Nia was next to him, sitting down and
pressing her body to his. The mage took her hand and held it.
Reeko moved to the music controls and tapped the screen. The music changed from classical to something with a faster beat. The familiars broke into dancing by the bar, holding wine glasses and drinking at the same time.
Karla clapped as she watched the familiars dance. Skella and Vanessa had started talking. Sunara sat on the other side of Trystan while Aznara sat beside her. The mood was infectious as Reeko poured more wine and placed full glasses in empty hands.
Sunara leaned in, making eye contact with Trystan, “You never told us how you two met?”
Trystan smiled, “It’s a boring story. I rather hear about how you decided to come to Stukarr to study.”
Nia punched Trystan in the arm, “It’s not a boring story,” Nia looked to Sunara, “He is just embarrassed because I came to his rescue.”
Trystan noticed for the first time that Sunara’s’ eyes glowed with curiosity. Nia snuggled in a little closer to Trystan, wrapping her arm around his.
“Our brave mage here and I were orphaned when we were young. I used to watch him as he drew in small notebooks he managed to find. One day a bunch of the bigger girls cornered him by the woods. They pushed him into the woods and held him down as they each took turns kissing him.”
Trystan’s face grew redder and it wasn’t from the wine. Sunara drank in the story while Aznara winked at the red-faced mage.
Nia continued, “I picked up the biggest stick I could find and ran into the woods yelling at the top of my lungs. The older girls barely had a chance as I slammed the stick over one of their heads. The stick must have been old because it shattered to pieces. One of those pieces cut the girl on the forehead. The moment everyone saw blood, the girls ran off, leaving me, Trystan and the crying girl with a drop of blood on her forehead.”
“It sounds like they had what was coming to them,” Aznara said with a rosy smile.
Nia held Trystan closed, “I wish I could say justice was served. The girls came back, pointing and saying Trystan and I attacked them. The sobbing girl backed their story.”
“We were placed in solitude together to think about what we had done,” Trystan managed to say barely.
Nia looked to Trystan, “He still had his dog-eared notebook and spent the time drawing my face. It wasn’t very good but it was special because he was doing it.”
“So, remember everyone, if you’re stalking someone and they are in trouble, run to their rescue and you will fall in love too,” Trystan laughed.
All four mages laughed on the couch. Heads from the dancefloor turned and smiled. The familiars continued their dance marathon except for Sylk, who watched her master out of the corner of her eye.
Nia looked to Trystan with amorous eyes. The mage was having such a good time that he didn’t notice Sunara’s hand on his thigh. Nia looked to Trystan and then her eyes met with Sunara’s. The succubus’s pale face was a little red. The four of them felt a burst of heat connect them. Aznara leaned back into the couch and licked her lips, hips moving slightly.
No one seemed to notice the four on the couch except for Sylk. The siren kept glancing over as Nia placed her hand on Trystan’s other thigh. The air took on a heat with full bellies and wine flowing. Aznara opened her eyes and stood up, walking over to the dancing familiars and joining in. Body moving with a sensual vibe, the succubus let her hips sway to the rhythm. Nia, Trystan and Sunara watched as the succubus put on an almost seductive dance. The familiars danced behind her, lost to the rhythm.
The other guests turned their heads to see Aznara dance to a primal beat. Reeko nodded with intense eyes as he drank in the curvy demon. Eyes half opened, Aznara looked to Trystan and gave a come-hither glance before turning her attention to her movements. Nia stared and Trystan could feel her pulse quicken against his arm. The music continued to play while monster and familiars moved to primal melodies.
Sunara moved her face closer to Trystan and Nia, “You are both very lucky. Many go their whole lives not meeting their true love.”
“He is lucky to have me,” Nia smirked.
Nia and Sunara laughed while Trystan sunk into his seat, hoping it was enough for him to disappear. Reeko stepped to the control panel by the kitchen and tapped the screen a few times. The lights dimmed and colored lights emerged from secret compartments. The music turned up and everyone began cheering.
Karla and Skella joined the small dancefloor. Aznara continued to move to the deep bass. Sunara pulled her hand from Trystan’s thigh and sauntered up to her rookery sister. Vanessa stayed in a single plush seat and watched everyone with a glass of wine in her hand.
Trystan turned his head to Nia with half closed eyes, “Should we join them?”
“I think you should show me your room,” Nia said with wicked intent.
“What about everyone else?” Trystan could feel where this was going.
“They will be here when we get back,” Nia said taking Trystan’s hand.
The fire mage was to her feet and tugging Trystan up with her. Nia led the way, pulling Trystan by the hand toward the bedrooms. The mages and familiars danced to the rhythmic vibrations. Sylk watched as her master walked down the hall and disappeared from her sight. The siren turned back to dancing, ignoring her own sadness.
Opening the bedroom door, Nia pulled Trystan in. The mage was about to turn on the light when Nia pushed him against the door. Lips touched and tongues caressed. The mage let his hands fall to Nia’s hips and held her close. The fire mage put her arms around his neck and held tight. Dim light from the street filled the room with a faint calming glow.
The mage let one hand go and tried to lock the bedroom door. The moment his hand touched the lock, Nia pulled him with her arms. Awkwardly they moved to the edge of the bed. Instantly they broke apart and began stripping their clothes off. The fire between them burned bright as their bodies hungered for each other. No words were said as clothes ended up all over the floor. Trystan looked to Nia as her bra fell away revealing her creamy breasts. The red head fell to her knees, fingers digging into the band of his boxers. Smiling, she could see that the mage was already hard and straining to be free. Yanking them down, the fire mage took a long second to stare at Trystan’s veiny manhood.
Trystan let out a loving sigh as Nia pressed his member to her parted lips. Looking down, he could feel love welling up as his beautiful lover took him into her mouth. Nia took hold of him with her lips, slowly bobbing her head along his member. Muffled music played in the background as gentle wet sounds filled the room. Nia moaned her approval as Trystan was hard as stone. The mage could feel madness taking over as he reached down and picked Nia up. His wet cock fell from her lips as she was brought to her feet. The mage couldn’t contain himself any longer. With a rough push, Nia fell onto the bed. Giggling, Nia didn’t fight back as Trystan took hold of her panties and slipped them off.
Trystan parted Nia’s legs and looked down at her tender valley. Bringing his head down, his lips touched her womanhood. Nia gasped as the tip of his tongue touched her sensitive nub. Hands clutching at his head, Nia kept Trystan in place. Eyes closed, sensations rolled through her body. Trystan licked and played with Nia’s throbbing nub. Thighs clenched and small moans echoed from her throat. A deep emptiness filled the red head the more her lover toyed with her.
“I need you,” Nia whispered desperately.
Trystan looked up with a wet smile. Breaking from her hold, the mage crawled over her body, his hips sliding between her pale thighs. Fingers dug into flesh as the tip of Trystan’s staff touched her thin opening. Holding onto each other, Trystan pushed at Nia’s line. The fire mage moaned loudly as inches pushed in, spreading her open. Nia squeezed and moaned, face buried in his neck. The outside world faded as their bodies connected in the most intimate fashion.
When Trystan pushed to the hilt, he stayed there, making Nia squirm under him. He knew how sensitive she was and tortured her until she began moving her hips. It was one of th
eir favorite little games. For a moment he would control her until she couldn’t take it anymore. Then she would turn the tables and force him to do her bidding.
Feelings and bodies blended to become one being. Nia kissed as Trystan began moving his hips. Legs curled around Trystan’s waist as Nia pushed against the mage pushing into her. Wetness flowed and the tempo was even. Eyes meeting, they gazed with hungry desire and a burning flame of passion.
With each push, Nia moaned. The fire mage took a closed fist and pounded on Trystan’s shoulder, hard. Trystan pushed up on his arms and Nia twisted her hip. The movement was enough to force Trystan on his back. The red head planted her hands on his chest and continued to ride his manhood. The blue mage reached up and cupped her breasts, thumbs sliding over pointed nipples. Pleasure whipped at their bodies and the tempo increased.
Trystan watching with loving eyes. Nia had closed her eyes and was enjoying herself with moans of approval. The mage loved how she almost selfishly wanted to take what was hers and pleasure herself. When Trystan squeezed her creamy breasts, she would squeeze him, coaxing him to climax.
Lost to blissful sensations, the couple didn’t hear the door to the bedroom open. With a gentle shut, Trystan looked passed Nia while Nia turned her head. Standing by the closed door was Sunara in her corset and white dress. Horns shined in the dim light and her blue hair had a faint supernatural glow.
Trystan and Nia stopped their movements but didn’t break their connection. The mage looked up to see Nia staring at the succubus and a small naughty smile. Sunara stepped closer with a craving in her eyes.
“I couldn’t stay away,” The succubus said with a hint of shyness.
Nia moved her hips slowly but kept her eyes on Sunara. The succubus looked down to Nia’s round bottom as Trystan was snug inside her. The mood didn’t shift to embarrassment or rushing to dress. Trystan felt it was the wine talking because he was still rock hard. Nia gave no impression of wanting to stop and moved her hips gently along Trystan’s manhood.
