“Maybe.” Cerise leaned against me, and slipped one hand up under my shirt. “So, Daniel, ever been with two witches at once before?”
“Ah, no? You know, girls, I thought you were just getting into that ‘apprentice’ act.”
“Does that mean we can’t properly thank our hero?” Avilla asked. “We’d both be dead three times over now if not for you, Daniel. Let us finally show you our gratitude.”
“Yeah.” Cerise took my head in her hands, and met my gaze with eyes that were suddenly full of emotion. “Thank you, Daniel. Thank you for saving my Avilla so many times, when you know you didn’t have to. I’ll never forget.”
She rose onto her tiptoes to kiss me, and the world went away. When our lips touched I could somehow feel her emotions as clearly as my own. Awe, gratitude, lust, anticipation, curiosity, mischief - the combination made my head spin. Our tongues dueled for a brief eternity, until a new sensation finally penetrated my addled brain.
I broke the kiss and looked down, to find that my pants were around my ankles and Avilla was kneeling before me. Her soft hand stroked my length, and she looked up at me eagerly.
“Thank you for answering Lady Hecate’s call, Daniel,” she purred. “Thank you for protecting my brave Cerise, when even her fierceness wasn’t enough. Thank you for saving me even when your bargain didn’t demand it. Thank you.”
Then she ran her tongue up the underside of my organ, and her eyes lit up.
“Oh, it’s so tasty! Yum!”
She swallowed two-thirds of my length before I could blink. I groaned, and Cerise giggled as she eased me down onto the blankets.
“Damn, honeydew, I thought you wanted to start slow?”
Avilla reluctantly released me. “I changed my mind. Oh, Cerise, this is what that stupid craving I could never satisfy was about. This taste! This is what I’ve been needing.”
She swallowed me again, and I swear her tongue was trying to touch every part of me at the same time. But enthusiastic or not she obviously had no idea what she was doing.
Cerise slithered down to lie beside her in my lap. “Figures. Here, let me show you how to do that.”
I opened my mouth as Avilla made room for her friend, and then shut it again. Part of me wanted to make some lame protest about how they didn’t have to do this, and I was just trying to do the right thing by taking care of them. But what kind of moron would try to discourage a pair of sexy vixens who were in the middle of giving him a team blowjob?
“See, you want to bob your head some, like this.”
Cerise demonstrated the basic technique with more skill than Amanda had ever bothered to learn, and I found myself groaning again. They went back and forth for a few minutes, with Cerise offering pointers and Avilla diligently applying everything she was being taught.
Then Avilla got the hang of it, and Cerise decided to slip a little further down and give my aching balls some attention. I didn’t last long after that.
Most women pull away at that point, but Avilla was positively eager to taste the fruits of her labor. She moaned and cooed like she was the one having an orgasm, and for all I knew maybe she was. Her eager attention certainly prolonged my own climax, but such things can’t last forever. Finally I collapsed back onto the blankets with a satisfied sigh, and her lips reluctantly released me.
“That was wonderful!” She enthused. “I love the way you taste. Can we do it again?”
Cerise laughed, and mussed her hair. “Guys can’t just go all night, silly. Give him a few minutes to recover, and then we’ll see about introducing you to sex with a man.”
“If it’s better than that, I think I’m going to die,” Avilla declared breathlessly.
“Well, someone is easy to please,” I commented.
Avilla bit her lip, and gave me a sheepish look. “Maybe.”
“Totally,” Cerise corrected. “I swear, sometimes you can get off from a sultry look. So what do you think, Daniel? Can you get it up again for the boob goddess?”
She cupped her girlfriend’s breasts as she spoke. Avilla’s eyelids fluttered, and her fat brown nipples instantly popped back to attention. I sat up, and gave each of them a long, thorough taste-test. Apparently they were pretty sensitive, because by the time I was done Avilla was panting and squirming in Cerise’s arms.
“Definitely not a problem. But what about you? We can’t have our sexy stabby girl getting jealous here.”
She grinned at me. “I sacrificed my jealousy for arcane power when I was twelve, Daniel. I just want my girl’s first time with a man to be a good one.”
“Sacrificed… Cerise, you’re completely nuts, you know that?”
“But I’m a fun kind of nuts,” she said smugly. She leaned back against the wall behind her, pulling Avilla with her. Her dainty hands gave the buxom girl’s breasts a firm squeeze, and then wandered up to roll her nipples.
“Oh! Oh, please!” Avilla pleaded, her eyes screwed shut.
“Soon,” Cerise assured her. “We popped honeydew’s cherry years ago, so you can dive right in whenever you’re ready, Daniel. I’ll just keep on like this until them. If I do her nipples right all she can do is lie there and make these cute little noises, but it isn’t quite enough to get her over the top.”
Yeah, with a scene like that I was ready to go again already.
This time I managed to last a bit longer, but it wasn’t easy. Avilla had a hair trigger alright, and when the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen is having earthshaking multiple orgasms underneath you it’s hard not to follow suite. I varied my pace, recited times tables in my head, pictured naked fat guys, anything I could think of to put off the inevitable. But even so I doubt I lasted ten minutes.
Afterwards Avilla and I curled up together in a panting heap. I was just coming back to Earth enough to notice that Avilla smelled more like honey and spices than a sweaty human when Cerise made a discovery of her own.
“Hey, up again already? I’m impressed, Daniel. I didn’t think I was going to get a turn.”
Huh. I rarely went more than once, and never three times in a row. But she was right, I felt ready for another round. I’d already gotten my breath back too, and the fatigue was fading away.
Wait. I was still wearing my new amulet. Did it think being spent was an injury it needed to fix? Well, that was an interesting discovery. Obviously I needed to put the theory to the test, and conduct a detailed investigation. For science.
Chapter 6
I woke to find myself sandwiched between two sleeping witches. Avilla was cuddled against my right side, her head on my shoulder and one arm draped over my chest. Cerise was curled up in a ball to my left, her face buried against my side, with my arm around her.
I blinked at them stupidly for a few moments, before memories of the previous night’s activities caught up with me. Two girls. Two beautiful, eager, playful and rather kinky girls. Who were witches, and seriously involved with each other.
Part of me wanted to thank Hecate for bringing me here, but another part was already worried about just how badly this could go wrong. Less than a week since I got burned by Amanda, and these two were more dangerous than she could ever hope to be.
Of course, they also hadn’t made any demands of me. Maybe this was intended as a one-time thing? Or they just wanted to experiment with a man? Or maybe it was just a reaction to the stress and danger of the last few days? I’d read that was supposed to be pretty common.
I always overanalyze these things. Maybe I should just quit worrying and go with it?
A faint odor of cooking meat wafted by, and Avilla twitched. A frown crossed her face, and then her eyes flew open.
“Breakfast!” She exclaimed. “Oh my, I overslept!”
She sat up abruptly, and fumbled for her dress. A moment later she was stumbling towards the door, mumbling something about cooking under her breath as she smoothed down her skirt. She wrenched the heavy door open, and marched off to the hot stone.
“Beri, what ar
e you doing? The wolf flank isn’t going to sear properly unless you put oil on it first. Gudrin, don’t let that batter sit so close to the heat or the hotcakes will come out all rubbery. Oh, why are you two trying to cook by yourselves anyway? Is Mother Savina up?”
I heard a chuckle, and looked down to see Cerise directing an affectionate gaze towards the door.
“Is she always like that?” I asked.
“Pretty much. I gave up trying to surprise her with breakfast in bed years ago. She won’t even let me make her birthday cakes. She can’t stand it when people who aren’t magically perfect at it try to cook.”
“Guess it’s a good thing I never wanted to be a chef,” I observed.
“Yeah, you’ve got other talents. Was that some kind of magic last night, or are you just the god of fucking me into a coma?”
Her tone was light, but the way she hugged me was pretty possessive. I couldn’t help but feel smug.
“I do have a bit more experience than you two,” I pointed out. “I’m thirty-six, and you’re… what, maybe twenty?”
“Nineteen,” she told me.
I nodded. “Right. But honesty compels me to admit it was mostly magic. I put a general-purpose healing enchantment on this amulet, and it turns out to be kind of indiscriminate about what it considers an injury.”
She laughed. “Well, I’m not complaining. I haven’t been fucked like that since the time I screwed up an incubus binding, and I really needed it. I had no idea how wound up I was getting.”
“Screwed up an incubus binding?” I shook my head. “You must have a lot of interesting stories, Cerise.”
“Yep. Keep making me feel like this and I might even share some.”
She shifted to rest her head on my shoulder, her lithe body pressed firmly against my side, and sighed contentedly. I let my hand rest on her firm behind, and tried not to smirk.
“Want to get in a little quickie before breakfast?”
She smiled. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m fucked out. Tonight, maybe? If I can feel my legs by then?”
“Deal,” I chuckled.
I listened to the sounds of cooking for a few minutes. It sounded like the camp was starting to wake up, although it felt like it was still pretty early. Oh yeah, peasants. They were probably used to rising with the sun.
Still, this might be a chance to get some answers. I reached out with my force magic, and pushed the door closed.
“So, last night Avilla said something about cravings?” I began.
Cerise glanced at the door, and then nodded.
“Yeah, that’s probably the essence of Aphrodite talking. Avilla only has a few drops of it in her, but having your soul made from even a tiny fraction of a sex goddess’ slut-bomb aspect will have a big effect on you. Ever since our first time together Avilla can’t stand to go more than a few days without going down on me, and I guess she’s going to be the same with guys now that she’s had a taste.”
She shook her head. “Granny Havsen was a real piece of work, let me tell you. Spent half her life figuring out how to make an immortal body for herself, and didn’t care how many of them she killed in the process. Avilla was her big success, but she still has a lot of weird quirks we’ve had to figure out.”
“Sounds like a classic fairy tale evil witch,” I said. “I take it she didn’t die of natural causes?”
“Nope. She was getting ready to put her big plan into effect, and that was going to end with her pulling a body switch on Avilla. So I locked the crazy bitch in her own oven and roasted her.” Cerise paused, and gave me a nasty grin. “She screamed for a long time, but I just piled more wood on the fire. No one hurts my girl and gets away with it.”
I imagined the scene, and suppressed a shudder. “She had an oven big enough to hold a person?”
Cerise nodded. “She used to catch travelers and bake out their essences for her spellwork.”
“Nasty. Do you two do anything like that?”
She hesitated.
“I kill things for power,” she admitted. “But only monsters. I could do it to people too, but to be honest I’ve always been afraid I’d turn into a monster myself if I went down that road.”
“Hmm. How about Avilla?”
Cerise raised an eyebrow. “Can you really see that?”
“I’ve seen the way she holds that meat cleaver,” I pointed out. “I think she’s perfectly capable of killing someone if she thinks it needs to be done.”
“Oh. Guess we didn’t fool you as much as I though, huh? But no, she doesn’t do that. Doesn’t want to be like her granny.”
“Fair enough. So, does she have any other special needs I should know about?”
“Mana,” Cerise answered. “We’ve been doing rituals every couple of weeks to keep her power up, but if it gets too low she gets wicked horny and starts draining it through sex just like a succubus. She needs some weird stuff in her food, too. Sugar, honey, some particular spices. Obviously she takes care of that part herself, but it could be a problem if this winter really lasts for years. I don’t think she can survive on just meat like we can.”
“Oh, and we should both keep a close eye on her for a few days. Sometimes when we figure out how to satisfy one of these cravings there are side effects. Nothing dangerous, but she might get weird mood swings or start stalking you looking for more or something.”
I chuckled. “I think I could handle that one. But yeah, I’ll keep an eye out.”
We lay there in silence for a moment.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “For being so decent about all this. When I called on the goddess I was afraid she’d end up tying me to some demon or monster or something. But you’ve been really good to us both.”
“You make that pretty easy,” I pointed out.
“I guess. You know, Avilla’s really worried about convincing you to keep protecting her. But you’ve already decided to do that, haven’t you?”
I nodded. “I like Avilla. I’m not going to let anything happen to her.”
“Good. It’s been really hard, being responsible for protecting her. Not that she’s as helpless as she acts, but her magic isn’t much use in a fight. I’ve pushed myself pretty hard trying to get stronger. A lot harder than I should have, really. But I was stuck being the man for her.”
She sighed, and hugged me again. “You have no idea how good it feels to have someone to rely on.”
I brushed my fingers through her hair, and she rubbed her cheek against my hand.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, either,” I told her. “You’re a little nuts, but it’s a fun kind of crazy. I like having you watching my back.”
“Really? Most guys would be afraid I’d stab them.”
“Are you going to?” I asked her seriously.
She blinked. “I don’t want to,” she said hesitantly. “But some of the stuff I’ve picked up… don’t trust me too much, Daniel. Not until we can figure out how to get it back under control, anyway.”
“Fair enough. I’ll put ‘make Cerise’s secret dark side my bitch’ on the to-do list.”
She gave me a wide-eyed stare, and then broke down into giggles.
“Make… your bitch… thank you, goddess! Fuck, nothing fazes you, does it? You get a blowjob for that one.” She pushed the sheet down, her hand fumbling for me.
Sadly, someone chose that moment to interrupt us. The heavy door shifted slightly, and Beri peeked around the edge.
She got an eyeful, and blushed.
“Eep!” She ducked back around the door. “Sorry! I’m sorry! Miss Avilla wanted me to tell you breakfast is ready, and the sergeant is waiting to speak to you.”
Cerise sighed. “Maybe having servants isn’t such a good idea.”
“I don’t know, Miss Cerise. It sounded to me like you and Miss Avilla need reinforcements, or soon you won’t be able to walk.”
I chuckled, and sat up. “Well, that’s one way to inflate my ego. Where’d my clothes end up?”
Breakfast was strips of wolf meat wrapped in hotcakes, with cheese and a touch of butter. It was mouthwatering as usual, and I reflected that I was going to get seriously spoiled if Avilla ever got a real kitchen to work with.
The snow had stopped some hours before, so once I was fed I headed outside to work a little miracle. Cerise followed me curiously, and Thomas detailed a couple of men to stand watch for me while I worked. I made my way down the bank of the frozen river until I found a decent stretch of flat ground to work on. There was now a good eight or ten inches of snow on the ground, enough to be a noticeable impediment to travel on foot.
“So what are you going to do, master?” Cerise asked eagerly. “Bind a troop of elementals to carry us all to Lanrest? Summon a dragon, and fly us there?”
“You’ll see,” I answered. “Gronir, I remember someone mentioning that Lanrest is on a river. Is this it?”
“No, milord,” the hunter answered. “But the Babbleflow runs into the Summerfall a few miles down. I guess we could follow that to Lanrest, but the way the river bends all around it’s a lot longer trip than the road.”
“Hmm. Let me check a few things.”
I called up my magic, blending three elements to create a simple stone disk enchanted to hover a few feet off the ground. This was the same repulsion effect I’d used to float a stone in my hand the day before, and it looked like it had just the properties I needed. The repulsion fell off sharply with distance, so the stone floated gently a few feet off the ground. Pushing down met with a springy resistance, as the stone was forced closer to the ground and the repulsion strengthened.
I let go, and it bobbed up and down for a few moments before coming to rest at the same height as before. Push down an edge, and it tried to right itself. Push sideways, and it glided silently across the ground like a hovercraft. Perfect.
“So, you’re making floating disk things for the baggage?” Cerise frowned thoughtfully.
“Nope. Wouldn’t be good enough,” I pointed out. “We’d still be walking, and even if I made enough disks for all the old and wounded the rest of us would be slowed down pushing them. But you’re getting there.”
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