“Oh—yess…” groaned Carista. She sat up straighter so that Heldi could have better access, her finger slipping from Heldi’s cunt. She ran her hands across her own breasts, tugging on her nipples. “More.”
Heldi complied, slipping her middle finger in on the next stroke.
“There,” moaned Carista. She reached down, grabbing hold of Heldi’s breast, teasing it in her hand. “Just like that. Don’t stop. More.”
Heldi grinned, then sat up a little, her fingers ceasing in their movement, embedded to the last knuckle in Carista’s body.
“Bollu, fill me,” she commanded.
Bollu ripped his robe off, his cock already hard, and knelt behind Heldi. He pulled her rump into the air, then thrust into her pussy.
“Oh, my, that’s tight,” he exclaimed.
Heldi moaned, and then put a third finger into Carista. Bollu’s hand reached under Heldi’s waist, finding her clit. Heldi moaned again, shaking a little, and Margase looked at Garen.
“No,” he said. He knew her well enough to know the signs. “Just a reaction. Carista must have worked her up.”
Heldi bent her head down over her work on Carista, increasing the speed with which she was rubbing across the voluptuous woman’s clit, and sawing into her pussy with her fingers. Her tongue slipped out and across one of Carista’s folds, tasting her sweetness.
This plus the third finger put Carista over the edge. She gasped, digging her hands into her chest as her back arched, her toes curling.
Heldi pulled her head up, and her fingers out of Carista, watching with a satisfied smile as the other woman writhed in silent ecstasy. Carista’s body was flushed,
One, thought Garen, and Heldi began to pump herself back against Bollu’s continued strokes. The tall blond man had been attempting to pace himself, more focused on manipulating the nub over Heldi’s pussy than gaining his own pleasure, but feeling Heldi meet each thrust in kind made him shudder slightly, the muscles in his wrist pausing. Garen was mildly surprised; Carista had never been one to resist a pretty woman’s attentions, but Bollu was supposedly quite adept between the sheets.
Heldi moved slightly, dragging Bollu with her, turning until she was pushed across the meeting table, her head nearly in Tudron’s lap. She pushed his knees apart and freed his cock, already long and hard, from his robes. Garen shifted uncomfortably, and Margase glanced down at his lap, where his arousal was already evident. He could only imagine what the sight Tudron was faced with looked like; Heldi inches from his cock, Bollu pounding into her from behind. As if to punctuate the thought, Bollu groaned in distress. Not a good sign.
“Those are my people you’re asking us to abandon,” said Tudron to Heldi.
“You’ve no people but the Guild,” said Heldi. She stroked his entire length with both her hands, chasing them with her tongue towards his groin before dragging it back up to give his cockhead a fevered licking. He gasped as she pulled him into her mouth, and Garen watched her stare up at Tudron, her eyes wide and full with her need, Tudron staring down at her as she began to bob along him.
She, Bollu, and Tudon fell into a steady rhythm; every time Heldi and Bollu’s hips pulled apart, she devoured more of Tudon’s cock. As she and Bollu thrust against each other, her hanging breasts swaying, she would let most of Tudon out of her mouth, one hand jerking along the exposed rod while the other played with his balls.
“Oh, hells and dragon’s bells,” said Bollu, watching as Heldi descended, a muffled moan emanating from the lips wrapped tightly around Tudon. On his next thrust forward, he grunted and shook.
“Oh, Heldi, fuck,” he said, trying to hold still as his hips made small involuntary jerking motions. When he pulled away, he pulled completely out, some of his cum sticking to his cock. He stumbled to his feet and then collapsed in his chair.
“Vash, she’s good,” he said, smiling.
Two, thought Garen.
Heldi broke off her mouth’s attentions of Tudon, one fist pumping him rapidly in its place, a wet smacking echoing through the room.
“Waldrin,” she said. “Would you take Bollu’s place?”
Garen gave an audible groan. Bollu laughed.
“That’s the right response to not being called next,” he said. Heldi merely smiled before placing Tudon’s cock back in her mouth.
Proper Waldrin stood, folding his robe neatly and placing it on his chair. Margase stood with him, shedding her robe and meeting him behind Heldi, the dark woman still sucking Tudron’s cock. Margase gave Waldrin a gentle kiss, her hand stroking down to his crotch to find his cock, lifting it and guiding him into Heldi.
Waldrin attempted to maintain his composure at first, pressing into Heldi’s already cum-filled cunt with careful, measured strokes.
“Oh, Vash,” he said. “She’s—” but Margase put a finger to his lips.
“Careful what you say, love, there are ladies present.”
Waldrin nodded, but Heldi began to push back against him just as she’d done with Bollu. He groaned, watching his cock disappear into her. He gripped her waist, plunging into her as hard as he could.
Garen shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Heldi enjoyed it hard and fast, and he was hoping that it would speed along her own climax, but part of him yearned to trade places with Waldrin. When Heldi was engaged with it, her own attentions became much more rewarding.
Heldi pushed forward on the end of a stroke, Waldrin slipping out of her, and letting Tudron’s cock pop free of her mouth.
“Giving up?” Garen shot from his chair.
Heldi returned fire with a dismissive glance.
“No, never,” she said. She lay down lengthwise on the table, so that her hips hung off the head near Waldrin’s chair, and her head was resting just in front of Garen. She gave Garen another glance, that dancing energy hiding behind her green gaze, then looked at Waldrin and gestured to the space between her thighs.
“Come here, Waldrin,” she said.
The Chair dutifully complied, kneeling in front of her. She spread her legs apart, and Waldrin gripped her thighs. She nodded at Waldrin, her eyes glancing at Garen, a groan escaping her lips as the other man plunged into her as hard as he could, her body shaking with each thrust. Waldrin’s hands cupped the cheeks of her ass, and Garen saw them slip around under her. Heldi’s moans changed their timbre, getting more labored and drawn out, and Garen recognized it as the sound she made when someone played with her asshole.
He gripped the arms of his chair until his knuckles were white.
“Tudron, climb on top of me,” she moaned, still watching Garen. Tudron complied, his knees framing her body, sitting halfway down her torso. She reached up and grabbed his cock, leading him up her chest until she could press his length between her breasts. She pressed them together, trapping him, moving her breasts back and forth along the shaft.
“Thrust,” she ordered.
Tudron groaned as his hips surged forward through her cleavage. He reached a hand behind him, finding her clit and playing with it, but the leaning position giving him a better position to maximize how much of his cock was covered by her flesh as well.
“Margase,” Heldi moaned. “Climb up on my mouth.”
The red-haired woman climbed up onto the table as well, and Garen stared as her lower lips descended into Heldi’s open and waiting mouth. Heldi extended her tongue, and Margase writhed on top of her, leaning forward. She teased Heldi’s nipples, her head resting almost on Tudron’s chest.
Maybe it was the new warm body, maybe Heldi had won him over with the new sensations, but Tudron lost it at that moment.
“No, oh Vash, no,” he grunted, pulling his cock out from between her cleavage, the hand on her clit stopping. Heldi caught him though with one hand, snagging his cock in her fist and dragging the head down against her body, pumping furiously with one hand. The first spurt splattered against her neck, and a half dozen others followed along on her breasts and upper stomach and Margase’s hands, the pale white seed sta
nding in stark contrast to the darkness of her skin.
Garen wanted to devour her.
When Heldi was sure she’d had all of it, she let Tudon go reeling away and used her now free hands to stroke Margase’s body and clit.
Three, thought Garen. A wet sound off to the side broke his attention from Heldi, and he saw Praela had one hand working between her thighs, even as she recorded all the events for posterity’s sake with the other. It was lucky she was not a voting member. Garen wondered how legible the notes for this meeting would be.
Waldrin was a good sorcerer, and a good man, and he evidently knew the ins and outs of Margase well enough to please her, but Heldi’s thighs dispatched his discipline with ease.
“Oh, my darling, I’m about to come,” he told Margase.
“Do it,” said Margase. She leaned forward enough to kiss him, Heldi’s hands on her body keeping her trapped against the other woman’s mouth. When their kiss broke, she leaned forward, rubbing a finger against Heldi’s clit, eking a moan out of her.
“I’ll take care of her,” said Margase.
Waldrin groaned, his rhythm shattered by the first pulse of his orgasm, and he pumped once more into Heldi, before pulling out completely, starring between Heldi’s legs as some of his cum followed his exit from her pussy. He stroked himself to the end of his orgasm, depositing more on her stomach.
Four, thought Garen.
Margase leaned down, pressing Heldi’s thighs completely apart, her tongue snaking out to lick Heldi’s pussy and suck her clit. Heldi moaned again, but simply changed her hold on Margase, wrapping her arms up around the pale woman’s ass to plunge a finger into her pussy, while she lapped at Margase’s clit.
“Vash damn, I never should have left her to you, Garen,” said Carista. “She’s wasted on men.”
“I don’t think either of us had much to do with it,” said Garen. “Heldi chooses who she chooses.”
“Not you today, though,” laughed Carista. Garen waved a hand at her.
Their conversation was interrupted as Margase gave a sudden surprised yelp, and struggled to get her hips away from Heldi’s mouth, but Heldi seized her ass and Garen shook a little watching the muscles in Heldi’s throat rippling as she worked. A succession of “oh’s” rained out of Margase’s mouth, and Heldi let her go.
Five, thought Garen.
“It’s just you, now, Garen,” said Tudon. Garen ran a hand through his hair as Heldi climbed slowly to a sitting position, then slipped around on the table to face him. When she reached him, she cupped his cheek and stared into his steel blue eyes.
“I’m sorry, Garen,” said Heldi.
“You haven’t won yet, darling,” said Garen. She was grinning at him now. Whatever hard feelings on her part were gone, swept away in the sweaty work she’d done to this point.
“I’m not apologizing for you not getting your way,” she said. “I’m apologizing for making you wait to the end.”
“I’m sure you’ll make it up to me.”
“And how,” said Heldi. She bent down and kissed him, and he could taste Margase on her lips for a bit until he lost himself in the softness of her tongue. Heldi stroked his hair as they tangled their mouths together.
Heldi slipped from his grasp, running her hands down his chest and kneeling before him. She slipped his entire erect cock into her mouth, and he could feel her throat as she sucked on him. Garen’s eyes watered and his chest tightened, but he rode the unearthly warmth of her mouth past the danger until she lifted her head, gasping for air.
She climbed back on the table, spreading herself apart, her fingers opening her lips for him so he could see what was left inside her after Margase’s attentions. Garen’s growled at her, grabbing her right thigh with his hand to lift her, and guiding himself inside her with the other hand.
Heldi groaned as he sunk into her.
“Oh, yes, fuck!” she cried as he began to pump furiously, her pussy still slick with the men who’d come before him. She wrapped her hands around his neck, and Garen dropped his chin to nibble at her neck.
To his surprise, Heldi pushed him away, sliding back on the table. Had he done something wrong?
“Not there,” she said. She leaned back, and raised her legs into the air, knees together. Some cum slipped out of her pussy as she did so. She placed her feet on Garen’s right shoulder, then reached under her and grabbed his cock, pulling him tighter against her. She shimmied forward a little, until her hips will a little further over the edge. Then she guided him lower.
“Oh, hells,” said Garen. Heldi loved it when he fucked her ass, so if he could control himself, he stood a fair chance of winning. After all, she was already warmed up from the other five Sorcerers. The only problem was that he loved fucking her ass too.
“Slow, slow,” she warned, as he began to press into her. A good sign. She knew that she was close.
He went slower, but steady and watched as Heldi writhed on the table in agony. He slowed down further to a crawl. It took him a long time, Heldi stopping him now and then to get used to his presence in her ass, until finally he was buried to hilt inside her, her buttocks pressed up flat against his hips. He gasped at how tight it felt, and how hard she gripped him when he began to pull back for his first thrust.
“Harder,” said Heldi. Garen knew he had her. He ran his right hand down her leg, his thumb pressing between her thighs to rub her clit. She groaned, and when she did, Garen began to pump harder into her. She ran her hands over her body, rubbing Tudron’s cum into her skin.
“Harder!”
Garen was growing blind with lust, his strokes lengthening and becoming more powerful, guiding as much of his cock into her as he could manage. Heldi echoed his grunts on every thrust. Her breasts danced up and down on her chest, and Garen cupped one in a hand for a moment before pulling on the nipple. Heldi clasped her hand over his when he did, biting her lip and closing her eyes.
“Oh, wait, wait,” she said. She pressed her feet against his chest, and used the leverage to push off his cock. Garen groaned as his full length burst into the air of the room, but perhaps it was a good sign.
But she merely rolled over and knelt over the table.
“Now,” she said. “Hard again.”
Garen groaned again as he plunged back inside her. She began to rock back against him, in time with his thrusts. Garen reached a hand around her waist, flicking her clit back and forth with rapid short strokes from his fingers. He pounded into her as hard as he could, determined to finish her.
Propping herself up with one elbow, she grabbed one of his hands and placed it on a breast, wrapping him around her. She sucked the fingers of her other hand into her mouth, and Garen gasped when he felt her press them into her own cunt over his hand. She glanced back at him.
“I want to feel you finish inside me, Garen,” she said.
He could feel her fingers rubbing inside herself, her body so tight around him. His breath came in ragged bursts as his cock erupted inside her ass.
His first pulse felt like it filled her completely, but there was plenty more inside him. He groaned, the sound emanating from deep down in his belly, and he took his hand off her breast to turn her mouth and feebly attempt to kiss her, licking the corner of her mouth instead.
“Heldi,” he whispered.
Heldi’s orgasm followed hot on the heels of his own. She shook and lost her balance on her elbow, and collapsed on the table, dragging Garen down after her, pinning herself against the wood with his cock, still spurting inside her.
“Oh, Garen. Garen.” Her eyes were tightly closed, her body spasmed, her fingers still working her pussy.
Garen had finally stopped coming, and he rolled her, until they were spooning on the table. She reached up her free hand to stroke his cheek. He stayed buried inside as her orgasm subsided.
“The High Council recognizes you hold our favor,” said Waldrin, after a bit.
“I think we should give her two,” said Bollu, and Carista l
aughed her agreement.
Heldi opened her eyes and pulled herself off of Garen, his cock coming out of her with a wet slurp. She stood, cum slipping out of her pussy and posterior. Her body was slick and shiny from the sweat and when she slipped her robe on, it clung tightly to her, like a skin that had found its owner.
“I request that the Guild follow my recommendations and find a warlock to perform the Rite of Renewal,” she said. Except for the heavy breaths she took between words, she seemed calm and composed.
“Granted,” said Waldrin. Tudon put his head in his hands.
“Thank you,” said Heldi. “This has been an enjoyable meeting.” She opened the door and exited the council room.
Garen sat, staring after her. He’d lost. Losing wasn’t in his nature. He was the Spymaster because he prepared and planned, and saw those plans through to completion. Heldi’s disagreement, when he’d laid out his plans in their chambers earlier that day, had caught him off guard. But he’d never expected her to do more than voice those concerns and be voted down. He’d underestimated her, perhaps. Or perhaps he’d underestimated how important she believed performing the Rite was.
Echoing his quiet contemplation, the room fell silent, except for the furious scratching of Praela’s quill on parchment.
Chapter 5
The Canians’ “den” was a squat collection of log roundhouses and cabins surrounded by a rude palisade. The trunks of the trees used to construct the palisade wall were stripped of their bark and sanded smooth, but Pol had yet to meet the tree he couldn’t climb. The guards with crossbows would be more of an issue.
“Welcome to our den,” whispered a playful female voice next to him.
In the firelight of the den, he could finally make out Atti's features. She was tall, a little taller than him, actually, with a round face and a small mouth. She had a lithe, muscular form, and her short dark brown hair was tatty and unkempt. Naked as she was, he couldn’t help but note her high, firm teardrop shaped breasts, each capped by a dark brown nipple. The left breast was noticeably larger than the right. She caught him looking, and laughed.
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