by Dante King
“Yeah,” I said. “I feel like that could be the smart way to go. I mean, in releasing that sort of spell you’re essentially adding to your team, aren’t you? I already have a few summoning spells, and I gotta say, they’ve come in handy.”
Odette Scaleblade wriggled a little closer to me on the bed. “It’s a good idea, but I might be biased…”
I looked down at her and smiled.
Apart from being one hell of a fox in her own right, giving the impression of some sort of magical, mystical gypsy queen, Odette also held an added allure for me.
I was yet to have acquired a spell forged from a sexual union with a mage who practiced Death Magic. Odette Scaleblade, apart from being one of the Mazirian Academy’s brilliant teachers and a smoky, sultry minx, was one hell of an accomplished Death Mage. She could summon the undead and summon a huge skeletal dragon from the bones of the earth. That was the kind of skill that would come in very handy during the Mage Games. I doubted there was much that would put the fear of God into a Mage Games contestant like having to unexpectedly face a giant, undead dragon.
“You know, if an agent might make so bold a suggestion to her client,” Madame Xel said, “there are, perhaps, a few Infernal-type spells that I believe could help you with this. There’s nothing in the curse department quite like a bit of Infernal Magic. You can trust me on that.”
Madame Xel’s bat-like wings rustled as she stretched languorously again. Her white, pointed teeth gleamed in the comfortable light of the chandelier burning overhead.
“Go on,” I prompted her. “I’m open to all and any options anyone can bring to the table. Don’t be shy.”
Madame Xel propped herself up on one elbow on the bed. She stretched and crossed her legs—slowly—so that basically everyone in the room caught a glimpse of the electric yellow thong that she was wearing. I had to grin at that. If there was one thing that Madame Xel wasn’t, it was shy.
“Hmmm, well, what with us Infernal Realm denizens being such a bunch of naughty, saucy folk, there are a few curses that would prove useful. They can work for you on a number of levels, the two chief ones being that they can incapacitate an opponent while also turning them into a weapon that might subsequently harm other Mage Games competitors.”
“So, you can effectively make them lose their mind and cause all sorts of mayhem in the arena until someone takes them out?” I clarified.
Madame Xel winked at me. “And, in the meantime, they’re dashing about, potentially taking other War Mages out, while you’re capturing flags or using your time to collect points in the monster killing round.”
“Judging by the way that ‘is eyes are shining, Xel,” Odette said in her husky voice, “I think you ‘ave ‘is attention. Why not give ‘im the spell specifics?”
Madame Xel patted her old friend’s leg, her nails hiking up one Odette’s long, trailing skirts to show off a portion of her shimmering leg, with its lightly golden skin.
“Okay, okay,” she said. “So, the curses that I think will be of most use to you in a combat environment are probably Confusion, Compulsion—”
“Which I already have, thanks to you,” I said.
Madame Xel smiled widely. I knew that she was recalling our steamy, close-quarters dalliance that we had enjoyed at the nunnery just outside of Nevermoor not too long ago. The two of us had bumped into one another there and ended up screwing behind the altar while the nuns conducted a service not five yards from us.
“Right,” she said, “I don’t know how that slipped my mind. I suppose it must have been thrust out of my memory by other recollections of that day.” She gave her head a little theatrical shake, sending her mauve colored hair to flouncing about her pretty face. “Anyway, there is the Confusion curse, Terror and—my personal favorite and the one that could prove most advantageous for you—the Silence curse.”
“What is the Silence curse?” Alura asked, voicing the question that was on the tip of my own tongue. “I have studied the other Elements fairly diligently, but I have not come across that curse before.”
Madame Xel’s face scrunched up in roguish delight. “No, I don’t suppose you have, Alura. It is something that those of us in the Infernal Realms like to keep under our hats. A bit of a trade secret you might say. However,” she said, winking around at us all, “I think that I can trust all of you fine ladies… and the single gentleman.”
“Thanks very much,” I said.
“Silence is a particularly helpful curse in general,” Madame Xel said. “It enables the caster to strike their target dumb, rendering them completely harmless for a while and unable to cast any magic.”
I saw a flaw in this bit of reasoning.
“But a mage doesn’t need to speak to cast their spells,” I said.
“Precisely what I was going to say,” Enwyn said.
Madame Xel held up her long-nailed hands. “I’m sorry, my friends. I guess I should have said that they’re struck with a sort of mental, magical dumbness. That is what the Silence curse does. It gags and binds your ability to use magic.”
“Thaumaturgical bondage?” I asked.
“Hmm, yes, but nowhere near as enjoyable as the usual kind,” Madame Xel said.
There was a brief silence as all seven of us in the room considered what it would be like to reach into the mana-wells inside all of us, go to cast a particular spell, and then find that you couldn’t. If someone had been hit by the Silence curse without even knowing it, the fear and confusion that they would feel, thinking that they were suddenly bereft of their powers, would be fucking enormous.
“My goodness, darling,” Cecilia said in a hushed voice. “That’s not just a physical weapon, but a psychological one too.”
“Yes, that’s correct,” Madame Xel said. “You can see why we of the Infernal Realms like to keep that particular card close to our chests.”
She caught my eye then and gave me a look that suggested she wouldn’t mind if I were to put my ace in her hole. I returned the look with interest.
“What if,” I said slowly and thoughtfully, looking from Madame Xel to Odette Scaleblade, “I could create a combination spell—one that is a mix of Death and Infernal-type magic? A spell that maybe raises some sort of undead beast while at the same time cursing an opponent—or at least having the potential to curse an enemy?
“Something like that sounds like it’s going to be pretty bloody brutal, darling,” Cecilia said.
“In the Mage Games, such a spell is exactly the sort of thing that can decide a contest,” Odette said.
“I find myself thinking along the same lines as Cecilia,” Alura said. “I can just imagine what a combination spell such as that would be like…”
“So can I,” said Janet. “Especially after seeing some of the shit that has come out of your dungeon during the time when it didn’t have any wards and no poltergeist to act as a gatekeeper. But I think Madame Scaleblade is right too; a spell like that could really fuck with peoples’ heads. Imagine a bunch of zombies that can inflict curses upon those they get hold of. Once word gets around that you can cast something like that, any opponents you’re sharing the arena with will treat you with a lot more caution.”
“And caution is almost on par with indecision, when it comes to mindsets that paralyze and end up costing you dearly,” Odette said. “In the Mage Games, the second that you take to consider whether or not to strike, is the second that your opponent kills you and sends you back to the Regeneration Station.”
“I have to say that a part of me hopes that I manage to get something along the lines of that Bone Spear summoning spell of yours, Odette,” I said. “That’s a tight spell, the way that you used it on Arun that one time.”
Odette sat up, propping herself on her elbows. She looked at me from under her heavy-lidded, heavily eye-shadowed eyes. Her long, unruly wavy black hair cascaded around her face. The many bangles she wore on her wrists, and the many bone necklaces that hung about her throat, clinked and rattled as she tilte
d her head back. She grinned, and I caught the flash of a few piratical golden teeth.
“I would not mind getting my hands on your bone spear, Mr. Mauler,” she said softly.
Madame Xel clapped her hands delightedly and flipped up onto her knees. “Ah, the blatant sexual innuendo,” she said in a singsong voice, “that might end in an orgasmic crescendo! I love it, it’s great, please allow me to partake!”
The girls sat around my room—some snuggled on the couch, others lounging on the soft fur rugs that adorned the floor—giggled appreciatively.
“Someone is getting excited,” Janet said.
I gazed at Madame Xel and Odette Scaleblade.
“Shall we make some magic then, ladies?” I asked.
A pair of neon yellow panties hit me in the face.
“Is that answer enough for you?” Madame Xel asked.
Chapter Seven
There came excited, anticipatory giggling from the girls as Madame Xel crept forward on her hands and knees toward me.
“Gods, I thought the debate would never end,” she said.
She came in and kissed me hungrily on the mouth. She was so very confident, so totally in her element that I couldn’t help but become instantly aroused. Being a succubus, the sea in which Madame Xel swam was lust. In that sea, she was the apex predator.
There was a rustling and shifting around the room. As Madame Xel began to insinuate herself on top of me and started to nuzzle at my neck, the rest of the women around the room started stripping down to their underwear.
Look at this scene, I thought to myself as Madame Xel kissed down my neck and ran her hands up under my shirt. Everyone is just so into each other, so comfortable around one another. This is, quite literally, the type of scenario that dreams are made of. I am living the dream!
Madame Xel’s fingernails traced the contours of my stomach and chest muscles, sending tingles through my body.
“Have I ever told you, Mr. Mauler, that your body is exquisite,” she said breathily.
“As is yours,” I said as my own hands ran across the back of the tight, tiny dress that she was wearing, moving downward so that I could pull up the hem of the mini skirt that she habitually wore.
“What a view, eh?” Odette Scaleblade said as my fingers found the hem of the mini skirt and pulled it upward so that Madame Xel’s lovely rounded ass was on show for all to see.
Odette smacked Xel’s butt with an open hand, and the succubus gasped and groaned.
“I am naughty,” Madame Xel said.
“Very naughty,” Odette added as she spanked the other woman a second time.
Then, as Madame Xel pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it away, I watched Odette Scaleblade spread the other woman’s asscheeks and bury her face in her crotch.
A ripple of murmuring went around the room from the onlookers. I saw Janet and Cecilia, best friends from way back, sitting on the couch with their arms around one another and their eyes glued on the scene in front of them.
The sight of Enwyn, Alura, Janet, and Cecilia avidly watching Xel, Odette, and myself, like we were three participants in some voyeuristic sex show, might have been intimidating to some. I, on the other hand, found it to be one hell of a turn-on. The fact that the four other women were all evidently enjoying the show, and that whenever I looked up, I was bound to catch eyes with one of them, was aphrodisiacal in the extreme.
I was already out of my boots and shirt, so I thought that I may as well go the whole hog and make myself truly comfortable. Odette Scaleblade obviously had the same notion, because she pulled away from feasting on Xel’s sex so that she could wriggle out of her clothes and dump them down beside the bed. Due to that dragon-like tail that Odette had, she pulled all her clothes over her head and was revealed, suddenly, in all her naked glory.
She was one of the dragonkin—I was aware of that already. From afar, and at a casual glance, she looked to have a Mediterranean cast to her appearances. However, when you looked more closely, you saw that what had appeared to be a tan from further away, was actually a deep, shimmering golden hue.
I feasted my eyes on the woman as she lay back and tied her wavy black hair out of the way with one of her innumerable head scarfs. There was something so exotic about her—not including the tail, of course—that captivated me. She had the curvy, full body of a belly dancer. Her tits were large, with incredible dark nipples that were stiff with arousal. Whereas most of the women that I had bedded since I had arrived in Avalonia were scrupulously shaved down below, Odette Scaleblade had a classic landing strip.
Next to Madame Xel, who had the type of pert, rounded tits usually associated with peroxide-blond pornstars, Odette looked more natural. She looked like she had just emerged from some Caribbean sea or other, washed up on the shore in all her glory.
I walked on my knees, into the middle of the mattress so that I was between the two beautiful female forms. Between dragonkin and succubus. Madame Xel, still in her dress, but with the top part pulled down and her ass out, knelt next to me on one side. Odette came up to stand beside me on the other.
I took one of Madame Xel’s big, firm melons in one hand and squeezed it. Then, with my other hand, I took one of Odette’s breasts and rubbed my thumb over her nipple.
As I toyed with the breasts of the two women, taking my time and savoring the moment, Madame Xel reached down and began stroking my half-erect cock. Not surprisingly, Justin junior began to stiffen almost immediately. Odette watched Xel at her work for a few moments, then she reached down and began to fondle my balls, squeezing to the point of pain without crossing the threshold.
Then, Odette leaned forward and kissed her Mazirian Academy colleague gently on the lips. I watched, entranced, as the dragonkin’s tongue darted out and licked Xel’s lips and probed into her mouth. Xel sucked it gently and groaned in her throat.
Meanwhile, and with no conscious thought, I slid a hand down Odette’s back, around her ass, and began to run my finger around her pussy. I slid a digit inside of her and felt that she was already wet and ready.
Odette wasn’t the only one good to go either. If my cock had been any harder, I could have used it to split marble.
The two female mages suddenly broke apart, smiling at one another as if they were sharing in some guilty secret. Then Odette turned to me and kissed me with a slow seductiveness on the lips. Lost momentarily in the blaze of the dragonkin’s lust, I was only distantly aware of Madame Xel shuffling around. The bed moved under me as the succubus got onto all fours. Then my cock was enveloped in wet warmth, and I gasped. I looked down and saw that Madame Xel had the tip of my rod in her mouth and was slowly, sensuously, running her tongue over it, slathering it in her saliva.
“Don’t mind me,” she crooned as I carried on watching her working her oral magic.
I was on the verge of saying something snappy and probably pretty unfunny, when Xel abruptly plunged down on my dick, taking all of it in her throat in a deepthroat that would’ve had Heather Brooke applauding and wolf-whistling.
Odette and I watched Xel work my prick like a professional, the gypsy-looking woman holding Xel’s mauve hair out of the way so that everyone could get a better look at her technique.
I glanced around the room then, unsure whether everyone was going to still be cool with the whole ménage à trois business. I needn’t have worried though, the other four girls were gazing at the spectacle of Madame Xel giving me head with hungry, intrigued looks on their faces.
“You like this?” Madame Xel gasped as she paused for a breath.
A nod was all I could manage.
“Don’t stop the show now,” Janet said.
“Why don’t you give the people what they want, Xel?” Odette said as she cupped my balls.
Xel grinned as she continued. I knelt in the middle of my enormous bed as the succubus gave me one of the best BJs of my life, and tried to keep my mind on the prize I wanted to create out of this whole experience. While Xel carried on slurping
and sucking on my cock like a woman who didn’t need to breathe, I tried to think of the best way to gain the sort of spell combination that we had just been talking about.
It was certainly no easy task to think tactically about my War Mage future with Madame Xel doing what she was doing.
It was the opposite of easy.
The polar antonym of easy.
Every now and again, just to make things a little more difficult, Odette leaned her head down to spit on the head of my knob, while Madame Xel held it tightly in her hand, and stroked me while she looked submissively up at me.
After a little bit of this, Odette lay herself down on the massive bed and idly started fingering herself as she watched her colleague suck me off.
I found the spectacle of that woman playing with herself while she watched me and Madame Xel a huge turn on, but I couldn’t help but feel that she was due a little attention. She and I hadn’t got together yet, and I had told the girls that I’d do everything I could to pull my weight in our little practice sessions.
I pulled Madame Xel off me by her hair and kissed her. My slippery cock twitched eagerly as it rubbed up against the succubus’s navel. Then, I turned Xel around and pushed her down, so that she lay between Odette’s legs.
Xel was a smart cookie and one of life’s team players, and she instantly began lapping at Odette’s box, causing the raven-haired woman to groan and stretch her arms over her head so that she could clutch at the headboard.
As Madame Xel licked and slurped at Odette wet, pink pussy, the mauve-haired minx ran her fingernails up her friend’s stomach and twisted at her dark nipples.
“Gods, that looks like good fun,” I heard Cecelia Chillgrave say from my right.
Turning, I saw that she had a hand down the front of her baby-blue underpants and was rubbing slowly at herself. Next to her, Janet was doing the same.
I watched Xel’s tongue dancing over Odette’s clit, regarding the way that Odette gasped and squirmed when Madame Xel sucked on it.
I was seized suddenly by a rush of visceral need to be as dirty and primitive as I could. It was a gut feeling, but it might be just the way to help guide the spell-making process. I figured that the dirtier the three of us acted, the more virulent the curse would be. It was Infernal magic, after all.
