by Gideon Mills
“I see,” Cat said. “I guess that makes sense. Wyatt here doesn’t seem to like to use his magic.”
“I use my magic when needed. It’s not like it’s a limitless power. It can kill me if I use it too much, or too often.”
“I didn’t know,” Cat said. “The way some of the elves talk, a mage can just use it all the time. Never fear hurting themselves.”
“Not the case.” Wyatt wished it was, but he learned long ago that a mage only had so much mana and so much power in them. One wrong move and a mage would burn out. He hadn’t ever seen a mage do that, but Francis and the few other mages he talked to told him over and over that was the case. It was one thing that Wyatt listened to from the other mages.
There was a time in his youth that he had been close to doing that. He felt the mana in him start to fade, to leave him. He just barely hung on to the magic he had. The spell worked, but just barely. Not the way he intended. He had been ill for days after that, and he vowed never again to use so much mana. Even though every time he used a spell, he wanted to use more and more mana. To make it even more powerful.
Magic was like a drug. One so intense and powerful that a man never got enough of it. Never tired of the way it felt when the mana flowed into him and was used. The bliss of using his mana was hard to ignore. It was no wonder that many mages pushed the boundaries of their mana. To get that high.
“Francis appeared to be extremely careful around us,” Octavia said. “I just figured he didn’t want to make us uneasy.”
“That is probably part of it,” Wyatt said. “Many mages don’t worry about it. Do a lot of spells that won’t tax them, just because they can.”
“To show off.” Cat sat next to him, with a watchful eye on him. “Did you push too close to your limit? You don’t look too good.”
Wyatt groaned. “Not to my limit at all, just tired from having you wake me up at the butt-crack of dawn and making me walk across the most dangerous part of the city.”
“Baby.” Octavia was being her chipper self, and bubbly as could be. Wyatt liked that about her. She might have been a little rough around the edges the first time he met her, but she had grown on him. It helped that she was one of the most attractive goblins he had ever seen.
Many of them had some of the roughest skin he had seen. Not to mention hooked noses and eyes that burned into a person. Octavia had smooth skin that was unlike any he had seen. Her body was toned, and her breasts matched her perfectly. Her bright purple hair was fun and made her stand out even more. Wyatt wouldn’t turn her down if she jumped on him right here and now. Didn’t matter that he had slept with Cat not that long ago.
In a perfect world, Cat would just watch or join in. As he let his mind drift to that, his cock grew hard in his pants. The bulge was noticeable to any of them that dared to look. Wyatt hadn’t turned on any of the lights, which might made it harder for them to see.
“What you thinking about?” Cat asked. She could see in any light; all elves had better vision than humans, and so did goblins.
“I’m sure you can guess.” Wyatt wasn’t about to say having a threesome with you, but he wouldn’t pretend to not know what she was asking about.
Octavia sat next to him on his other side, filling the couch up. “Yes. What are you thinking about? I just have to know.”
Staying true to his form, Wyatt wouldn’t lie, but he really didn’t want to admit it either. Not that he was embarrassed by it, but he didn’t want to make them uncomfortable, or leave him. He needed their help in all this and knew he wouldn’t be able to push forward without them.
“A threesome with the two of you.”
Cat giggled. Wyatt hadn’t expected that. It might be normal for forest elves to have threesomes. With how little he knew about what they did or didn’t do, it might just be the case. The night he spent making love to her was amazing, and he really hoped to do it again. And again.
“It’s no wonder that bulge is so big,” Octavia said. “If I had a dick and was thinking of that, it would be huge.”
Wyatt didn’t doubt that one bit.
“Is that all men think about?” Cat asked.
Wyatt shrugged. “Not all, but when around two insanely beautiful women, it’s hard not to at some point start thinking about making love to them. Especially together.”
“He’s not alone.” Octavia was next to him, and she had lust in her eyes. Even more than Wyatt imagined was in his own. She clearly was thinking about him and Cat as well. Maybe, just maybe, he would get to live this dream, and much sooner than he thought possible.
Octavia’s nipples were rock hard, like razor blades poking through her top. Wyatt’s eyes lingered on her breasts and nipples. Longing to just rip her top off and see just how nice they were. Compare them to Cat’s fantastic tits. Wyatt was sure they would be just as wonderful in their own way.
“What have I gotten myself into,” Cat said. Wyatt begrudgingly looked from Octavia and her tits to Cat. She was asking that just as her own hand was rubbing on her pussy, through her tight clothes.
Part of Wyatt wondered if this was a dream, or if he was hallucinating it all with how tired he was. Closing his eyes and hoping this was real, he took a deep breath in. Then he opened his eyes, and Cat was still touching herself through her tight pants and licking her lips. Octavia was now pinching her nipples and moaning.
It was now or never. Wyatt leaned over to Octavia and kissed her. Her lips were crisp and soft against his own. Her tongue darted into his mouth, and they then her hands were on his body. Right to his bulge, and rubbing it. Somehow his dick got even harder in his pant and it was unpleasant, still trapped in his pants. He needed to let his johnson out and get fully erect.
As if reading his mind, another set of hands went to work on freeing his penis from his pants. Once free of the constraints of his pants, his dick shot out, hard and stiff.
“Hot damn,” Cat said. “You sure are excited.”
Both Cat and Octavia’s hands rubbed his shaft. His own hands were working on taking off Octavia’s clothes as they continued to kiss. It didn’t take long to have her top off, and he pulled back to take in her body. Sure enough her breasts were just as lovely as they teased to be. Perky and just the right size for her tiny body. Her nipples were hard, and a darker shade of green that her skin. It was hot.
“Wow,” he said. “You’re incredible.”
“Don’t I know it.” Octavia had pride in herself and her body, that much was clear. She took off the rest of her clothes, and her pussy was covered in purple bush of hair that made him want to dive in and taste her.
Her ass had looked great before, in her clothes, and she spun around for him to see just how glorious it was outside of them. She had a rocking body that he wanted to touch.
On his other side, Cat had undressed and continued to stroke his dick. He didn’t want to ignore her. She was still as alluring as ever, and he would never tire of her. Of either of them.
He took Cat in. Her silver hair and magenta eyes could entrance him for all of time. The moon shining in on her face, making her tattoo glow in the light. Wyatt loved just how dazzling and exotic she was. Just like Octavia was. Both were so different from any of the women he had ever been with, and he loved that.
They finished undressing him. Letting their hands explore all of his body, sending an intense sensation through him. His body could barely take their touch and their eyes on him.
With no warning, Octavia jumped into his lap and rubbed her pussy on his cock. She was already dripping wet. Wyatt couldn’t help but smile bigger than ever before. He was in his happy place. Trying his best to imprint this into his memory forever. This was a night he never wanted to forget. Never.
The tiny goblin rubbed on him, and in one movement, she let his cock slip into her extremely tight hole. It was so tight that Wyatt feared he was going to rip her apart, but it just made it all the way into her.
Once Wyatt was all the way in her, she moved slowly on him. He le
t her take control, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. Make her not want to do this again. Moving slowly up and down on him. Her pussy was soaking wet, and the only reason he was even able to fit inside her. She was so small and tight. Cat was tight, but not even she could compare to this.
Being inside her pussy was pure bliss for Wyatt. The way it gripped his thick cock was like nothing else in the world. He had no way to compare it to anything else in the world. “Fuck,” he moaned.
“I intend to,” Octavia purred. “Damn, your cock is so thick.”
Next to them, Cat giggled. “It’s a fucking amazing cock.”
“I’ve never had one so large.” Octavia moved slow on him. “Oh my.”
Wyatt wanted to take control and just plow into her but knew better. It was going to be hard as it was to last in her. The sheer intensity of her pussy was more than he was used to.
His cock throbbed in her, and he was near bursting. This was one of the most intense fucks he had ever had. The goblin increased her speed on him, clearly getting used to his dick. Not that he was able to tell any difference with how tight she grabbed his cock.
“Wyatt!” she climaxed a moment before he did. Shooting his hot load into her dripping pussy.
“My turn,” Cat purred.
Octavia hopped off his shaft that was still hard as a rock. Just the thought of fucking Cat was enough to keep him hard. To make sure he was able to make love to another. She was on him in a blink of an eye. Her own pussy clung to his cock as well. Just in a different way than Octavia’s. It was just as nice, and he loved the way it felt as well. Cat was dripping went from watching them.
“Holy fuck,” Wyatt said. This was one of the best lovemaking sessions he had had. It had to be the top, with just how amazing both of them were. The way they rode him as he sat on the couch. Both used their hips and knew how to make his cock experience pure bliss.
“Damn,” Octavia moaned. She was playing with her pussy and rubbing Cat’s tits with her other hand.
Wyatt had his hands firmly on Cat’s waist. He didn’t want to let go of her. The way it felt as she moved on him. The slow, methodically way her body pleased him. The way she looked into his eyes, deep into his soul.
It was as if she was trying to make him come, fast and now. To show how great her body was. She had nothing to prove. Never in his life had he been with one so magical in her beauty—both of them.
“Cat!”
“Wyatt,” she moaned. Both of them climaxing. His body shook in the orgasm. He was covered in sweat, and both of their juices as they creamed on him.
Tonight was more than he could have ever imagined.
18
The Wyvern Boys
The next morning, Wyatt woke on the couch as the door to his office opened. He was still completely nude from the night before. Opening his eyes, he was still fatigued from the night before.
Neither Cat nor Octavia were in the office with him. He didn’t know if they had gone upstairs or out. The person standing there in the doorway was one he knew well. It was one of his old contacts.
The last time Wyatt saw him, the man did his best to hide. To not be any part of this mess, and the more that Wyatt learned the more he understood the fear the people had. If they knew or thought that King Martin was behind this, they sure as shit wouldn’t want to talk about it. Wyatt didn’t blame the man.
“I could, uh, come back later,” Christian said.
Wyatt looked down. “Fuck. Give me a minute.”
The mage dashed up the stairs to his apartment and into his bedroom. On the bed, both Octavia and Cat slept soundly. Doing his best to not wake them, he dressed and made his way back down.
Christian stood there, with the door closed behind him. “You must have had an interesting night.”
Wyatt shrugged. He wasn’t about to tell Christian about it. Those memories were for Wyatt and Wyatt alone. “If you say so, what’s up?”
“I heard you were looking into the shit that has been going on.”
“I am. I do recall you making sure that I couldn’t talk to you.”
Christian didn’t appear to be happy about that being pointed out. His body went slack, and he made some gestures as to say sorry about that, but noncommittal in a way. “Look, times are crazy.”
“Don’t I know it.” Wyatt had seen a lot the last few weeks and heard just as much. He still couldn’t make heads or tails of it. That was the troubling part of it all, more and more questions were being raised that he didn’t have any answers to, or even the foggiest idea of where to find the solution. Outside of breaking into the palace and seeing what the mystery woman wanted them to find.
“I heard that you were trying to actually help, and not part of the King’s men.”
Wyatt groaned. “You know damn well that I would never work for the King. Even in the best of times, he’s a bumbling idiot.”
“Look, you say that, but I’ve learned that talk is cheap.”
That was something that Wyatt couldn’t argue against. A man’s actions meant a lot more than the words he spoke. Seeing what a person did showed the true character of them. “I hope you have seen more than just recently that my actions have always been for the people of Imlay.”
The mage might do work for money, but he still cared for the city. For the people that lived around him. He could have gone down any number of paths to make even more money and have more power. Yet, he chose to live and work here. To help out goblins, trolls, elves, and humans. Not caring if they could pay him buckets of money, just enough to get by on.
Christian appeared to be ashamed. Wyatt knew the man and Christian would never admit to that. The former soldier was a proud man and never dared admit to any sort of weakness. Never in the five years that Wyatt had used him as a contact.
The first time they crossed paths, Christian had been working as a mercenary, for a group that was doing some good for the city, but in a way that was bound to cause some unwanted attention.
“I learned that the King’s Guards are going to march on the elven districts tonight. Not just force them out but kick them out of the city.”
Wyatt didn’t like what he heard one bit. It had been bad enough that the King was doing his best to make them want to leave of their own free will but to force them out... That was crossing a line, and Wyatt couldn’t believe the King was doing it.
“Fuck,” Wyatt said. He was getting pulled in too many directions and had too many questions to know what the right thing to do was. He knew that Cat would want to fight, and he didn’t blame her.
“Fuck is right.” Christian had a look of horror on his face. “My crew wants to do something, but we don’t have a mage, and the king does.”
“Are you sure?” This was the second time he had heard of a mage with the King. He hadn’t heard it anywhere else, and he wondered who the mage was. Wyatt would have thought he would have heard it from more sources. He liked to take pride in his knowledge of the mages in the city.
“I am,” Christian said. “Helped the king work on goblins and now that they are mostly gone, moved on to elves.”
“Not good.” Wyatt hated not knowing who this mage was. “You have any idea who this mage is?”
“Heard a few people call him Mage Amon.”
That name was vaguely familiar to Wyatt, but he couldn’t place it. “Okay. What do you want?”
“We need you to help us. Going against the King’s Guard is bad enough. My men are fine with being outlaws to the king, since we are already criminals, but a mage. That is something else entirely.”
“You have to fight.” A voice sounded from behind Wyatt.
The mage turned to see Cat standing there in very little clothes, just enough to cover her tits and other private parts. Damn, she was hot.
“I know we should do something,” Wyatt answered her. “But we still have no way into the palace, and this might make that even harder.”
She nodded. “I’m aware.”
Chris
tian cleared his throat.
“Christian, this is Cat. She’s another Private Investigator in Imlay. Cat, this is Christian.”
They nodded at each other. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Christian said. “It would honor me if you joined the Wyvern Boys as we attempt to help the elves.”
“I like him.” Cat gave Wyatt a glance and a wink. “My kin here don’t like me very much.”
“Let me help you earn that trust.”
Wyatt didn’t know what to say and kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to make Cat angry with him. Usually, he wouldn’t even hesitate to help his old friend out. This was important, not only to Wyatt but the city. To the rest of the country as well. Humans, Elves, dwarves, and trolls all fighting against the king to help elves that had been treated poorly. That would speak volumes.
“What time is this going down?” Wyatt asked.
“At dusk.”
“Very well, we’ll see what we can do,” Wyatt said. “No promises. A lot is going on in the city. I am being pulled in a lot of directions and getting a little lost.”
The new leader of the Wyvern Boys nodded. “Thank you.”
Christian left, and Cat left the foot of the stairs, letting the sheet that was covering her drop to the ground, exposing her fantastic body. She didn’t seem to even notice the effect that had on Wyatt.
“We are going to help. Right?”
Wyatt sighed. “Assuming that isn’t when we finally get on the castle grounds, or land in prison, or something else stops us.”
Cat nodded. “Understandable. We can’t predict how the day will go.”
Wyatt wished he had the foresight power. Not that he was even sure if that was a real thing. Many of the powers that people spoke of for mages weren’t real. It was hard to sift through the rumors and lies to find the real powers of mages. Not even a trained mage like Francis knew all that mages could do. One only learned what they could or couldn’t do by trying.
