by Dante King
“You filthy Chaosbane slut,” I gasped as I felt her darting tongue flick over my nuts and the base of my knob. “What would Aunt Ruth say about this, do you think?”
Leah stood up abruptly and kissed me—her mouth and face and chin slick with her own saliva—and our tongues stabbed each other in a frenzy.
“She’d probably say I was doing it all wrong,” Leah grunted. “She’s a Chaosbane, after all. People say we can be a cocky bunch.”
“Never,” I said.
“Are we even going to fuck then?” Leah purred at me, her hand around my shaft. “Or are we just going to stand around here talking about my naughty aunt?”
“Gods, you’re a bit demanding today, aren’t you?” I replied. “We need to get Aunt Ruth to teach you some manners.”
I spun her about and slapped her hard on the ass. Leah gasped loudly. I bent her over so that her hands were propped on the shallow stone ledge of the windowsill.
Outside the lead-paned window, the clouds and sun were still battling for supremacy over the sky. A couple of blackbirds flapped past the window, perhaps hurrying to find some nice snug corner before it started snowing again.
I could see Leah’s hand between her legs, working feverishly away at her pussy.
“Open your bloody legs,” I ordered her.
The Chaos Mage obeyed.
“Now, spread your cheeks,” Mallory butted in.
I had almost forgotten Mallory was in the room with us. I motioned to Leah, however, and Leah followed Mallory’s instructions, showing off her sublime love box and little puckered butthole.
I leaned down and started to lap hungrily at her opening. My tongue probed with no real finesse at the holiest of holies. Every now and again, I flicked it as fast as I could across her engorged clit. My nose was pressed into Leah’s ass crack—pressed all the harder because Leah had reached back and squashed my face into it.
I pulled back and, stiffening my tongue, started to stab at her asshole while I shoved three fingers into her pussy. Leah let loose a giggling moan, then long deep animal groans of pleasure.
I stood up, finger fucking Leah harder and harder until her face was pressed up to the stone façade of the bedchamber wall. She moaned and panted.
With no warning, I slipped my cock deep into her vajayjay, so hard that Leah cried out with pleasure.
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. Fuck me like a fucking animal. Come on. Yes. Like a fucking whore!”
I closed my eyes and lost myself, as the red dam of desire rose, burst, and flooded over me. My balls slapped against Leah’s pussy as I fucked her from behind, the noise echoing loudly in the Inscriber’s stone bedchamber.
I was sweating. And hot. I fumbled with the window to let a little cooling breeze in. I pulled my cock out of Leah’s slot with a sucking noise. Then I sat down on the edge of Gertrude’s narrow bed and pushed Leah’s head down so that she could suck her juices off the end of my prick.
Leah’s hair was all over her face and her eyes were streaming from the throat fucking I gave her before.
“Spit on it,” I said. Leah did, covering my whole shaft in slimy spit.
“Now turn around and sit on it,” I said.
Leah performed a one-eighty and then lowered herself onto my cock, grasping it so she could guide it into her glistening hole.
“Uh, uh, uh,” I said reproachfully.
“What?” Leah asked, pausing.
“This isn’t going in there, Leah,” I said. “You wanted it rough, you’re going to get it rough. And I want some dirty, filthy Chaos Magic. If I can influence the spell, I get with the kind of sex we have, then this sex needs to be as crazy and out there as we can manage.”
“Try me,” Leah hissed delightedly.
“How are you going over there, Mallory?” I asked.
Mallory replied with a groan and bit her lip until a bead of blood shone like a ruby between her teeth.
I held Leah gently, but firmly, by the throat and with my other hand directed my cock up an inch until it was pressed against her asshole.
“Do you want it in your ass?” I asked.
“Yes,” Leah gasped. “Yes, please, Mr. Creation Mage, sir.”
“Good.”
Leah spread her ass cheeks wide and slid slowly down onto my cock.
The incredible tightness of Leah’s ass, coupled with the sight of my dick disappearing into her butt, almost made me blow my load right then and there. Somehow, though, I managed to hold off.
“Sweet merciful banshee balls, that feels fucking amazing!” Leah cried.
I pawed at Leah’s tits as she ground down on my cock, while she fingered herself. It was sex as I had rarely experienced; primal lust between two people who instinctively knew exactly how to get the other off.
Leah writhed on top of me, grinding and gyrating as my dick pounded into her butt. She was growling and screeching like a wild thing, uttering words that might have been nonsense or might have been trollish for all I knew. We twisted and turned this way and that, rucking up the blankets and sending embroidered cushions scattering about the place.
Abruptly, I felt the pink-haired Chaosbane stiffen. A thin wail broke from her lips, and she started to shudder uncontrollably. Phantom flame, flickering fire comprised of silver and white and black tongues, whooshed across her body, as if she had been soaked in gasoline and a match dropped on her. It was the ghostly show of the Chaos Magic that infused every fiber of Leah’s body, set off, maybe, by the Creation Magic within me.
With a sudden gush, Leah came, spraying her girl cum out so that it showered across the floor and soaked into a prettily patterned rug that looked like it had taken someone weeks to weave by hand.
That was the final straw for me. As Leah collapsed against me, my dick slid out of her ass. Holding my cock in one hand and her hair in the other, I surrendered to my orgasm. My prick was stuffed between her thighs so when I ejaculated, thick ropes of cum went up Leah’s stomach and onto her tits.
Utterly spent, the two of us collapsed onto the bed.
Or, at least, Leah collapsed onto the bed. I thought I was in Gertrude’s narrow cot, but I had become disoriented while Leah had been oh so vigorously riding the baloney pony. I fell half off the bed and landed on the rug-covered floor.
“I can’t help but notice that it’s a little soggy down here,” I panted, sucking deep breaths in through my nose.
Leah snickered to herself between breaths. “My bad,” she managed to say. “I should have warned you that the way to my heart is through the back door. Slipped my mind!”
I couldn’t help but laugh wheezily along with her.
“Very graceful,” Mallory said, laughing along with us. Her cheeks were flushed. For someone who had not joined in directly she looked like she had had a good enough time. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go and check on Gertrude.”
She slipped from the room like a ghost.
“So?” Leah said, rolling off her back and onto her side to look down at me.
“So, what?” I asked.
“So, did we make some fucking magic or what?” she asked, her hair tousled.
“You don’t think that what we just did could be construed as making magic?” I asked teasingly.
“Hells bells, you know that lovestick of yours is my kind of candy cane,” Leah said languidly, “and I think what we just did blew every spell that I know right out of the water. But you know what I’m getting at. Check your literature, why don’t you.”
Lying upside-down, hanging half off Gertrude’s skinny cot, which was in utter disarray now, I reached for my spellbook. It had fallen out of my cloak when I had willed my clothes from my body and now lay just within my reach on the floor.
My heart was pounding as I got my fingertips to the book, although I could not tell whether that was because Leah had just taken me on a sexual rollercoaster ride, or because I was nervous to see whether or not Gertrude’s magic had worked.
I opened the
book and flicked through the pages, my eyes scanning for any sign of a new Chaos Spell.
“C’mon… C’mon… c’mon…” I muttered. “Where—Ah, there she blows!”
Chaos Spell: Rain of Toads - Summon a torrential downpour of toads in plague-like proportions.
The arcane ink was still wet on the page. I wasn’t entirely sure how helpful a rain of toads might be in the middle of a battle, but I figured that’s what you got when you fucked a Chaos Mage: you rolled the dice and the results spoke for themselves.
“Are we good to go again?” Leah asked. “Good to go for round two?”
I looked up at the gorgeous woman. She was lying on her side on the thin cot. Stark naked and sweating, jizz still smeared across her belly and tits. Her long legs were crossed and petite tits on show under a spreading fan of pink hair, she was the sort of figure that Bernini might have sculpted—had the fifteenth century allowed him access to Vegas strip joints for inspiration.
I scanned the room for somewhere to wash my dick, and found a basin with a jug of water beside it. I figured Gertrude wouldn’t mind if I cleaned off before we began round two.
Once I was done, I turned to Leah. “Alright, we’re ready for round two.”
I went and pulled Leah down on top of me once more. Her sweaty body was slick against mine, her nipples pressing into my chest. She opened her legs, and I felt the warmth of her sex, wet and slippery against my thigh.
“There won’t be a spell at the end of this,” Leah said between labored breaths as I pumped her, “but you’re going to give me a good fucking all the same.”
“You bet,” I said as I drove myself deeper and deeper into her, my cock as hard as it had ever been. If Gertrude didn’t interrupt us, we could be in here all damn day.
Chapter 14
Leah and I left Gertrude’s chambers in a far more disheveled and sex-smelling state than we’d found it. I closed the door after we exited.
Leah looked as unconcerned at just having used a sweet old lady’s bedroom as an anal sex dungeon as only a Chaosbane could. She traipsed lightly over to where Mallory was sitting opposite Gertrude. Mallory fiddled with the quill relic, turning it over in her fingers and looking at it.
“How peculiar it is,” said the former priestess and bounty hunter target, “that so much power—the power to grant someone the ability to form a new spell—should be contained in such an innocuous thing. Such a small thing.”
Leah plucked the quill from Mallory’s unresisting fingers. “Size is no guarantee of potency,” she said dreamily. She looked at me and flashed me a reflective smile. “Although sometimes it helps.”
“You make a good point,” Mallory said, stirring herself and sitting up in her chair. “Look at words, for instance. They are as insubstantial as breath and yet they hold the power to pull down the walls of this castle, to raise the dead, and change futures.”
I cast an eye at Gertrude. The old Inscriber looked to be asleep. Her chin was resting on her chest and she was breathing steadily through her nose, but I thought that I could see a shining slit of eyeball gleaming out from under one lid.
“Mallory tells me that you two certainly did not waste too many words in my bedchamber, be they powerful words or not,” the old woman said. The purple perm rose and the eyes with their many wrinkles in the corner opened up to regard us. There was no sign of sleep in them that I could see.
“Uh, yeah, we certainly did what was required,” I said, a little stiffly.
“And some!” Leah said.
“And?” the old woman asked.
“You were as good as your word, Gertrude,” I said. “You came through for us. The quill relic opened up a slot just like you said.”
“And we filled it,” Leah said.
Gertrude did not say anything, but she looked pleased. I wondered if she would look as pleased when she saw the state of her bed.
And her rugs.
And the wall Leah and I had only noticed after she had painted it with her juices.
“Good,” the Inscriber said, reaching for the teapot.
“Oh, yes please,” Leah said, pushing her teacup toward Gertrude. “I’m a little parched after all that important business we had to do.”
Gertrude gave a little snort and pulled Leah’s teacup closer. As she poured, she said, “I like you, Leah Chaosbane.”
“I like you, Inscriber Gertrude,” Leah replied, off in her own world as usual. “I like that you let us borrow your bedroom. Kind. Selfless. Open minded.”
“I have had a little to do with your cousins over the years” Gertrude tapped the strainer on the edge of the thin porcelain cup to get rid of any clinging drips and replaced it on its little plate.
“You’d be amazed at how many people have had something to do with our family over the years,” Leah said. “It’s like people can’t get enough of us.”
“I helped your cousin Igor in a professional capacity when he was an up-and-coming Rune Mystic,” the Inscriber continued, reaching for the milk and pouring a dash into the cup. “I have supplied information on inscriptions I performed to your bounty hunting cousin Mort—he seemed a strange, quiet, and dangerous young man.”
“Yeah, he gets that a lot, bless him,” Leah said.
“And, of course, I have much correspondence with the Headmaster of the Mazirian Academy,” the old woman said, pushing the cup of tea smoothly back to Leah. “Regarding both Academic affairs and extracurricular concerns.”
Leah took her tea with a nod of thanks.
“And then, of course, your Great Grandaddy and I courted for a time, many years ago, before I became an Inscriber and married myself to my work,” Gertrude said with a wistful sigh.
Leah, who had just taken a sip of tea, snorted and choked. A little of the brown liquid came out of her nose. Distractedly, she wiped it away with a finger and sucked on the digit.
“You and my Great Granddaddy used to…” Leah said. She trailed off, then formed a circle with her index finger and thumb and poked her other index finger through it a couple of times.
“Oh yes,” Gertrude said. “Your Great Granddaddy was—”
Leah held up a hand. “With all due respect, Gertrude,” she said, “you make a lovely cup of tea and you’re like the grandmother that I never had—actually you’re like the grandmother I did have up until she was embroiled in a scandal involving a unicorn, a piece of ginger, and some rather unsavory characters at the racetrack.” Leah shook her head and shivered. “But I don’t wish to hear any anecdotes involving my Great Granddaddy. There are just certain subjects, like a basilisk’s fangs, that should remain untouched.”
I laughed. Mallory looked down and twiddled her fingers. Even Gertrude smiled.
“A fair enough protestation,” the old Inscriber said. “All I meant to say, in my roundabout way, was that of all the Chaosbanes with whom I have had dealings, you are, perhaps, my favorite. You are truly, unapologetically yourself. And that is a rare thing in this world.”
Leah shrugged and slurped her tea with one hand, while twirling a lock of hair with the other.
“I don’t really know who else I’d be,” she said.
“There are many two-faced people wandering outside these castle walls,” Gertrude said. “And even more so inside the Castle of Ascendance.”
Leah considered this, staring vacantly into space for a couple of seconds, and then said, “I’ve always thought that if you’re going to be one of those tricky duplicitous, two-faced bastards, then you should at least try and make sure that one of those faces is pretty.”
Mallory laughed happily at this bit of philosophy. “Snakes do always seem to be ugly creatures, don’t they?”
Leah nodded. “Thing about snakes is,” she said, “no matter how often they shed their skins, they’re still a snake.”
“Ah, that kind of mentality is exactly the type of talk that reminds me of Gorlbadock,” Gertrude said. “He always used to tell me that—”
“I don’t want to
jump out from an alleyway and steal your purse while you’re taking such a nice trip down memory lane,” I said, “but, now that you’ve proved that you are to be trusted—”
“And you three have proved that you are, indeed, as capable as I thought you’d be,” Gertrude cut in.
“—could you tell us how we can get our hands on the next two relics?” I finished.
Gertrude pointed at Mallory. “Priestess Entwistle here knows well where the next relics are kept,” she said. “I need not direct you.”
Mallory inclined her head in affirmation of this declaration.
“She is well aware that the Garden of Ward and Curse is at the top of the next tower over from the Tower of Inscribers. It is a fair trek through the Castle of Ascendance, finishing in a long, winding stair of a one-thousand, one-hundred, and eleven steps, but one that you should be able to make without running into trouble.” Gertrude sipped her tea and pursed her lips before continuing. “After that, the Hall of Monsters and Demons can be found on your way back here.”
It might have been my imagination, but there seemed to be a cold note of dread in the Inscriber’s voice when she mentioned the place that the third and last relic was to be found. Of course, a place that was named the “Hall of Monsters and Demons” was hardly the type of venue that made you want to call up and make a dinner reservation. I don’t think I’d ever heard a more ominous and horror-steeped name for a hall.
“Okay, so we travel slightly further afield for the second relic and then pick up the third relic on our way back here,” I said. “That would seem to be the smart play here, wouldn’t it?”
“I think so,” said Mallory. “Now that Gertrude has shown what an asset she is, it would be prudent to collect the relics, come back here, and have her unlock your spell slots. Then, after that is done, we can figure out how to get out of the Castle of Ascendance without causing a fuss. After we have accomplished that, we should probably vacate Manafell.”
“We have two pegasi waiting outside the city gates,” I said. “I’m pretty sure Thunder and Lightning will be capable of carrying an extra passenger, won’t they?”
