by Eden Redd
Trystan let the pull guide him. Without a word, he pointed off to the right. Kutter glanced over and eyed the mage. Trystan kept his stance, pointing but unable to speak or give any further direction.
“You point in the direction of the next moon rise. There are a number of islands in our way as we travel. I will swing the Sea Strider around and get us there but you will have to tell me when we get close.” Kutter turned the wheel.
“Aye aye Captian.”
“I’m no captain, not anymore. Keep it Kutter.” The ex-magistrate grimaced.
Trystan nodded and moved to the stairs. Descending, the mage caught sight of Aznara staring at him. He wondered if she was watching him the whole time. The succubus had a look of wonder and questioning as the mage stepped across the deck to her. Trystan reached out and let his fingers caress her neck.
The succubus shuddered from his touch and a blazing fire roared to life. Trystan kept the back of his fingers to her, feeling her pulse just underneath her hot skin. Aznara’s eyes half closed and a devilish smirk crept into her lips.
“I know we are friends and I have need of a friend now for a special project.” Trystan said softly.
The succubus was putty and a weakness touched her knees. Wild sensations rolled through the demoness before her eyes opened wider and she pulled back. Shaking her head, the succubus balled her hands into fists.
“Trystan……we are friends. Why are you doing this? I thought we were to only be friends?” The succubus stammered.
Trystan’s eyes took on a weight of understanding. “We are friends but I need someone close to help me with a project. I need you to be with me and…….” Trystan trailed off as seconds thoughts bloomed.
Aznara stepped closer, picking up Trystan’s hand and holding it between her firm breasts. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just…. I have spent so much time trying to keep us at arms distance. This is a surprise.” The succubus held his hand to her skin as the two friends stared deeply into each other’s eyes. “What do you want me to do?”
Trystan hesitated. He didn’t want this to come off the wrong way. He cared for the succubus deeply but he knew there was no deep meaningful love. A rotten feeling came over him but he knew he had no other choice.
“I need you to be with me and help feed Kira. I have worked it out in my mind that for the quest ahead, we will need all the mana we can store. Kira is powerful but we haven’t been intimate. I feed her by being close but we haven’t……well you know.” Trystan face turned red.
Aznara leaned against the railing and crossed her arms. Trystan grew nervous as she said nothing and seem to stare off. The mage felt like he crossed a line and was about to say something when the succubus spoke.
“I know several techniques that can keep us going for hours, maybe even days. We should have a lot of water on hand. Do we need anything like chains or cuffs? I brought my own but since she is so strong, will we need more?” Aznara said as if she was discussing a business deal.
Trystan shifted on his feet. “I….umm..haven’t thought about it that far.”
Aznara closed her eyes and nodded her head. “Well if we are going to push as much mana as we can into Kira, the three of us will have to share the mana load, as it were. You will have to focus on me as well.”
Trystan stared blankly.
Aznara continued. “I’m a succubus. The more sex I have, the greater my mana output is magnified. One reason my sister and I were chosen to join the Elemental College was for our mana output. My familiar is nearly drunk all the time because of the amount of mana she stores. I often have to hold myself back so she can behave normally.”
“Well I thought that was going without saying.”
Aznara shook her head. “I don’t think you understand. You have seen me when we were in the orc town. Once I’m whipped into frenzy, I will not stop. I can literally fuck you into unconsciousness.”
“I was hoping more for a long session until Kira was nearly drunk with mana.” Trystan felt like he opened Pandora’s Box.
“We can do that. I’m more concerned about after that. Trystan, you know I adore you and want nothing more than for you to take me repeatedly. I have feelings for you and I don’t know how I can separate them. Will we be okay? Will we still be friends afterwards?”
Trystan could see the expression of doubt written between Aznara’s horns. She was genuinely concerned and it showed. The mage lifted up his arms and hugged the succubus fiercely. Shock colored the demon’s eyes before her lip began to tremble.
“You are my friend, now and forever. We will always be special to each other.” Trystan whispered into her ear.
“What about Nia? Gwen?” Aznara whispered back and buried her face into his neck.
Trystan’s heart sagged. “I think Nia and I are breaking up. As for Gwen, she told me she has no problem with sharing.”
Aznara paused for a moment. “What about you? Will you be okay with us together for this one night?”
“I’m learning that life never works out the way you think it will work out. I’m okay with us sharing our time. If I didn’t then I wouldn’t be here asking for your help. I trust you and I hope you trust me?”
Aznara leaned back a little and put her arms around the mage’s neck. “I trust you with my life Trystan Song. We should get below deck and get started.”
Trystan’s back stiffened. “Now?”
Aznara nodded. “I’m not wasting another moment. Come with me mage, we have work to do.”
The succubus took hold of Trystan’s hand and led him across the deck to the doorway leading to the sleeping quarters below deck. The mage wondered while he was being lead down the stairs if he may have bitten off more than he could chew.
Thirteen
The ship rocked to gentle waves. Trystan attempted to keep his balance and not fly into the walls as he and Aznara walked down the small corridor. The succubus led the way, tail swinging back and forth behind her. A row of doors lined the walls to either side of them. Trystan remembered he put Reeko in one to sleep off his seasickness. Another door just past his stood closed. Trystan wondered if that was the one Nia and Sunara were in. He hadn’t seen them since they disappeared below deck. It could only mean Sunara had an insatiable appetite and Nia was enjoying their time together. The thought stung and the mage mentally waved it away.
On the mage and succubus walked until they reached the next door. It swung open and Aznara took hold. She looked back and gave Trystan a sly smile before stepping in. The mage let out a sigh as he walked to the doorway. Stepping through, he was impressed by the size of it. The room contained a queen-sized bed with many furs and blankets. Two small round porthole windows looked out to the ocean. Unlit lanterns connected to the wood with metal holders to keep them in place. A small table bolted to the floor with a small wooden stool underneath.
“Stay here. I will get our backpacks.” Aznara said with a commanding and seductive tone.
Trystan stared at her shapely bottom as she stepped out and closed the door behind her. Mist flowed from his chest and pooled onto the wooden floor. It took shape and Kira appeared. The dragon woman folded her wings to her shoulders to give her the appearance of a cape. She wore a skimpy black bikini and little else. Trystan sat on the edge of the bed and put his hands back to prop himself up.
“Father, I heard everything.” The familiar said in a low tone.
“I know. I wanted you to hear it. How do you feel about it?” Trystan said with neutral eyes.
The familiar looked to her master and smirked. “Excited but curious, you have kept yourself from me because I remind you of mother. What has changed?”
Trystan stayed on the bed, unmoving. “It is many things. Freya is a beautiful woman but she is internally flawed. You are a beautiful familiar and I shouldn’t let her bad deeds fall on your shoulders. We belong to each other just as Sylk and I belong together.”
The dragon woman stared, eyes watering. “It makes me hap
py to hear you say that. I have wanted to be with you for so long but I knew if I pushed, you would push me away.”
The mage gazed at Kira as she stood like a frightened woman. He could only guess the familiar was not completely filled with Freya’s essence. Something of him must be there too and it was showing. The words she just spoke were something he would say and it warmed the mage’s heart.
Kira fell to her black scaled knees before Trystan. “What can I do for you Fath…..Master?”
Trystan kept his gaze steady, a hand reaching up and running through her black silky hair. “Be free with Aznara and I. Then you will have earned my trust and my love.”
“Yes Master.” Kira nodded.
The door opened and Aznara stepped in with two backpacks. A foot closed the door and the succubus dropped the packs. Red eyes stared with a hint of mischief to the sight of Kira on her knees before Trystan.
“I hope I’m interrupting.” The succubus leered.
Trystan grinned. “We were just clearing some things up.”
“Good. I hate wasting any more time talking.” Aznara said as she unbuckled her leather pants and slipped them off.
Trystan watched as the succubus removed her clothing piece by piece. Kira stood up and moved to the side, her own eyes gazing at the shapely demon’s figure. Aznara pulled off her shirt, firm breasts spilling out and defying gravity, red nipples erect. The mage let his eyes wander over her smooth skin and red hair covering her valley. She was just as he remembered her that night in the orc town. Seeing her completely nude caused blood to rush and the mage found himself becoming hard.
Kira stared at her master as he eyed the demon. Not wanting to be outdone, the dragon woman whispered a command and her black bikini faded away. Trystan glanced over to his familiar as she stepped into his vision. Head following, the mage could see Kira’s firm breasts and shaven valley. Black clawed hands reached out and pulled at his clothes. The mage helped his familiar along, shedding his own clothes until he was naked.
Staring down between his legs, Kira reached out and ran her fingers along his shaft. “I want to please you master.”
Trystan said nothing as the dragon woman took hold of his manhood and parted her lips. Aznara sauntered over, hips moving to a primal rhythm and eyes on Kira. Her hand moved to the dragon woman’s hair. Kira pressed the tip of Trystan’s manhood to her lips and Aznara gently pushed the dragon woman’s head. Inches pushed past plump lips. Kira did not fight as the succubus forced her to take her master’s cock. Smiling, the succubus let her own fingers touch her line, massaging it. The air grew warm and gentle gasps filled the cabin. Aznara took lead, pushing and pulling Kira’s head to a slow tempo while caressing her own womanhood. Trystan let out a pleasurable sigh, eyes on Kira as her head bobbed between his legs. Sultry wet sounds played on while Kira upped her tempo, ignoring Aznara’s hand on her head.
The succubus let go and sat next to Trystan, thighs open and fingers pressed to her now wet womanhood. The mage reached up and cupped one of Aznara’s firm breasts, fingers passing gently over a raised nipple. The succubus cooed her approval and her tail stroked along Trystan’s back. Energy began to rise as each participant’s mana glowed with wanting excitement.
With each long succulent pull on his member, Trystan turned his attention back to Kira. The dragon familiar sucked and took him all the way to the base, eyes looking up innocently. The young mage stared with frozen eyes at the creature between his legs. Horrific dark memories oozed up his neck and into his mind’s eye. At first, it was a trickle but soon turned into a deluge. Everything came flooding back, the abuse, the manipulative torture, the fear. The mage thought he moved passed it. He thought it was long over. Now he stared at his familiar with the exact likeness of the one person who is continuously trying to destroy his life.
Trystan put his hands to Kira’s shoulders and pushed her away. The familiar fell back onto her butt, hurt filling her eyes. Aznara opened her eyes to see Trystan crawl back onto the bed, away from his familiar. Seeing it play out caused the succubus to act.
“Trystan, she is not Freya.” Aznara said in a soothing tone.
“I thought I could do this. I thought I could move pass it. Instead it still haunts me like a bad dream.” Trystan said with a face red.
Aznara crawled toward him, brushing her body against his. Fingers touched his wilting manhood and stroked it gently. The mage looked away, his plan falling apart at the seams.
“Master….I….” Kira trailed off.
Trystan ignored her. “I’m sorry Aznara. This isn’t going to work.”
The succubus cuddled close, hand gently stroking her friend. “It will work. I will help you overcome it.”
“I don’t know how….” Trystan’s eyes went wide as the succubus bit his neck.
The bite was gentle, teeth barely penetrating skin. Aznara licked at Trystan’s skin and sank her teeth a little deeper. The young mage cried out as waves of ecstasy radiated from the bite. His wilting manhood hardened again and moans rose up his throat. The demoness pushed her chest against his arm, urging him to take hold. Without thinking, Trystan cupped her breast once again and fondled her.
The succubus pulled her wet mouth from his neck and gave a simple evil smile. “I remember you in the orc town. I remember you unchaining your beast. It drove me to the edge of nirvana with that hungry gaze in your eyes. How I pictured it over and over again.”
Trystan looked up at the demoness, mind and body with unbridled need. The mage forced Aznara onto her back, knees kicking her thighs open, a crazed lust had taken root and began to grow. The succubus let small moans vibrate up her throat. She stared with half closed eyes, a welcoming sigh spilling from her lips. The mage was on top of her, his manhood pointed like a threatening spear.
“I know you can hear me even as your blood pumps with desire. You are my friend and I will share with you one of our secrets. My kind’s saliva can turn any creature into a sex-starved beast. It wasn’t just my technique that made you hard in the orc town. I knew I had to help you overcome your mental hang-ups. It worked better then even I expected.”
The mage lowered his body onto Aznara’s body, the tip of his manhood pressing against her wet line. The succubus took a trembling intake of breath as her own hips grinded against him, coating his tip in her honey.
“I want nothing more than for you to impale me but I agreed to help you. Stop and look to your familiar. Look to her and desire her.” Aznara whispered.
Trystan found the tip of his manhood in the demoness, wild fire burning in his eyes.
“Look to her. Look to Kira.” The succubus whispered seductively.
Mad urges struck like hammers at his spirit. Fighting every bit of beastly hunger, the mage turned his head. Kira was standing, nude with her hands behind her. Focus shifted and the mage admired her curves, gaze flowing up her thighs to her bare womanhood, up her smooth stomach and onto her heaving breasts and finishing at her sad expression. Black leathery wings moved over her shoulders slightly, as if to hide from her master’s terrible gaze.
Aznara caressed Trystan’s neck with clawed fingertips. “She is yours. Tell her what you want. Tell her what you will do.”
The mage heard nothing but the pounding of blood in his ears. Doubt and fear bled away. The mage pulled his member from the succubus and was on his knees. Kira’s head tilted forward as if shamed.
“Master, I will do anything for your love. Please don’t push me away any longer. I will do everything I can to help heal your heart. I will……”
Trystan gave the dragon familiar a hard stare. “Say it.”
Kira looked away. “I am your familiar. I will forsake mother because I only belong to you.”
The mage reached out an open hand. The dragon woman uncurled her fingers from behind and put her hand in his. The mage appeared serene, as if the words had calmed his stormy spirit. Trystan grabbed Kira’s hand with an iron grip. The suddenness of it caused the powerful familiar to gasp. The young
mage pulled the familiar into the bed, her body twisting and landing on her back, next to Aznara.
The succubus sat up, fingers caressing herself and eyes wide so she could watch. Kira’s head turned to the side, eyes closed. Trystan stared and savored her prone body laid out before him. The internal beast was unchained and it rampaged through him unchecked. The mage’s primal self was pleased that his familiar had submitted herself to him. Looking down, wetness glistened between her legs. Hands taking hold of her wrists and knees spreading her thighs open, Trystan touched his spear point to her opening. Kira trembled as he teased her, a gasp filling the cabin.
“Take her. Fuck her.” Aznara moaned as her own orgasm bloomed.
Trystan moved his hips, driving his manhood gently into Kira’s tightness. The dragon woman moaned loudly as her walls spread to accommodate her master. Aznara rubbed her clit furiously, breathing in the scent of sex like a fine wine. Another orgasm caused the demoness to tremble in excitement. Inches sunk into the familiar and when Trystan reached his base, Kira moved her hips against him. Eyes opening, she turned her head to the young mage with a playful smirk. Needs propelled the mage to move to his own tempo. Kira moaned as she lay, held in her master’s grip.
Bodies writhed to unhinged desires. Rage had taken hold of the mage as he forced himself deep. Seeing Kira bend to his will goaded him on. The familiar’s eyes rolled into her head as spirals of pleasure lashed at her senses. On and on they went. The need to conquer his fears pushed the mage beyond his normal sensibilities. Pulling from the writhing familiar, the mage turned her over and took hold of her hips. Pulling them up, Kira looked ahead as she was now on her hands and knees. Aznara continued her delighted fingering as Trystan took hold of Kira’s hips and slipped his spear into her. The song of moans played on.
Aznara stopped touching herself and crawled in front of Kira’s closed eyes and open mouth. The succubus nestled in the bed, legs spread before the familiar. Trystan continued his relentless assault from behind. Kira opened her eyes to Aznara’s scent as it drifted up. The succubus reached out and ran a finger down one of Kira’s black horns.
