by D. R. Rosier
My cock jumped at the look in her eyes, as she arched her back and brought her hands together over her head, and lewdly offered herself with her legs spread wide.
I said softly, “Been working on a new spell Regina, just for you,” as I released the magic with a thought.
Her eyes narrowed a little in confusion, this wasn’t usually the time we talked about magic, or anything else. Then her eyes widened, as she realized she couldn’t move her hands or feet. The rest of her body had movement, but the magical bonds I’d released held her wrists and ankles firmly in place.
She whispered, “James,” and looked up at me with a vulnerable and trusting heated gaze.
I crawled onto the bed, and started to kiss my way up her legs, her soft sighs of contentment as her body relaxed under my ministrations was music to my ears. I started to caress her soft silky skin as I slowly made my way up the apex of her legs.
She was always wet for me, but in that moment, she was dripping dirty rivulets on her thighs and down her ass, and I was glad I’d made the new spell. She was so turned on by being tied down, that I’d barely gotten started pleasing her with my mouth and tongue when she gasped my name, and she came undone beneath me.
When I was done lapping up my reward, I was so hard it hurt, and I gathered up her liquid bliss and slathered it between her breasts. I crawled up her sexy body, and held her soft and supple breasts, which were at least a D cup, if not DD, I wasn’t truly sure. I teased her nipples with a light brush of my wet thumbs, and then held them tightly together as I slid my cock between them.
I groaned, at the warm supple silky feeling of her warm breasts covering and giving delicious friction to my cock.
“You are so beautiful Regina.”
Regina smiled, her eyes still a little wide, and her body covered with sweat, from her earlier orgasm.
“That feels really good, do you like fucking my tits?” she asked in breathy desire.
My cock twitched hard between them, and she smiled wider at my non-verbal answer. I started to stroke faster, and harder, and we both started to moan. Her breasts were extremely sensitive, I doubted I’d make her cum like that, but I knew she really enjoyed it. It was at least very good foreplay for her. She lifted her head and looked down, and started to lick the head of my cock when it came in range.
I groaned.
She said sultrily, between gasps, “That looks so hot, watching the head poke out of my cleavage. I want to taste you, to drink it, please?”
Fuck, that sent me right to the edge. She was driving me crazy with how much she loved this. I moved up even further, and then started to stroke hard and fast into her mouth. Her lips and tongue were pure magic, and that was even before she started to use her magic. She gagged and moaned as I hit the back of her throat, and she sucked me hard to milk my skin each time I pulled out. I didn’t last long, before I felt the familiar tingling in my body as my legs went numb.
“Regina,” I said her name softly, caressingly, in complete opposition to the rough way I’d been taking her mouth.
She moaned in approval, as she started to swallow and suck out my load a pulse at a time.
As soon as I could move again, I pulled out and crawled backwards down her body, positioned myself, and stroked into her hard. The first stroke actually hurt, the head of my cock was intensely oversensitive, and I was still as hard as a rock, but I didn’t even have to ask. Her magic made it better almost immediately, and I started to drill into her as I claimed her lips with my own.
It didn’t bother either of us, that we both tasted ourselves on each other.
I ordered, “Don’t let me cum, until I give the order.”
Her eyes widened, it was the first time I’d ever told her to do that.
Her ankles and wrists were still held down, but nothing stopped her from arching her back, and start to thrust up slightly as I impaled her over and over again. I was drilling her without mercy, and she just asked for more, begged for more, as she quickly rose to her height.
“James!” she screamed, only to have her breath cut off as she was launched into ecstasy.
I just kept going, her magic keeping me perfectly on the edge, as I continued to plunder her sexy body with my cock. The soft warm silken friction was incredible, only her magic helped me last under the pleasures her body engendered in me, and the intense euphoria build up as I ravished her hard and fast.
She was fucking me back again, after her last orgasm, and she kept squeezing my cock hard each time I pulled out, controlling the tightness of her pussy. Her arms strained, and I knew she wanted to touch me, at the same time I knew she’d rather die than ask me to release her. She was getting off hard on being restrained.
Literally, again and again, she got off on it. I was dripping sweat, and my heart pounded, the pleasure was intense and constant as I loitered on the edge and brought her to ecstasy time and time again. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go at that punishing pace, but it was probably a good twenty to thirty minutes of hard and fast rutting, and she’d had several mind-blowing orgasms, when I noticed the signs she was finally approaching overstimulation.
I said somewhat firmly, between gasping breaths, “Next orgasm, let me come.”
The response was immediate, her body tightened and convulsed around me, she didn’t so much tremble as her whole body shook with the intense pleasure running through her body. At the same time, I felt her magic surge in my cock, not only releasing me, but demanding I fill her body. The best I could guess, is that she wanted to feel me fill her very badly in that moment. The pleasure hit me like a like a bolt of lightning, as ecstasy electrified my body and overwhelmed my mind. I couldn’t move, or think, just feel, as I sent my seed deep inside her womb.
I collapsed when I came down, and then rolled off to her side quickly before I crushed her. I released the spell, and I pulled her to me. Her whole body twitched, and she assumed the sideways fetal position, as powerful aftershocks of pleasure rocked through her body. I just held her in my arms, cradled her, and kissed her softly as I caressed her back and hair.
Regina said, “I love you.”
I replied, “I love you too, you okay?”
Her whole body twitched again, and she giggle gasped.
“Yes, more than okay. I… really liked that. You make me feel safe, and cherished, but there’s something about being at your mercy that really…” she trailed off for some more aftershocks, though not quite as violent as the others.
She continued, “Why the order though, you could have come with me, six or seven times.”
I smiled, with her magic I really could have, she could’ve just kept reviving me, so to speak.
“Because tonight, the spell, was all about you, and I didn’t want to stop, not even once, until I’d fully sated you, and then some. If I came I’d have had to stop my sensual assault, even if temporarily. I enjoyed it, a lot, and I love you Regina. Every time I think it can’t feel better or be more intense, I fall in love with you a little more.”
I don’t think she had any idea what those looks of hers truly did to me, the absolute trust, devotion, love, and submission in her eyes always blew my mind. It turned me on yes, but my love and protective feelings for her were also caught up in the maelstrom of emotions she evoked in me. She loved to be tied down, but that was it. She didn’t go in for pain, or even humiliation games, which was more than okay with me, I honestly didn’t think I could go there even if she did. Sometimes, I found it hard enough to be commanding, but she liked it and it made her wet, and it was fun at times.
She smiled shyly, “I love you too, and don’t forget that for me, it’s about your pleasure. Bath?”
I nodded, and kissed her nose, then heard a soft breathy gasp behind me.
We both looked over into the dark corner of the room. Saria was completely naked, in a chair, with her legs splayed open on the arms of the chair, and with Oceana’s head between them. She was obviously in the throes of an orgasm, and she was tuggin
g her own nipples. She looked… hot.
Saria said softly, “That… was the hottest and most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I think I’m jealous of that pleasure magic of yours, sister.”
That sort of made sense. It was Regina that kept me going at night, for our group fun with five, my four mates and Oceana, but for our intimate assignations I never could have lasted that long with any of my other mates, not without breaks in between. But then, my time with Saria was different, and just as fulfilling, intense, and wonderful in myriad ways.
Regina smirked, “You’re a mage, figure something out.”
Saria giggled, “Maybe I will, Karana, Sianna, and I can make that our next project. In truth, I can’t imagine our sex life being better, but I have to admit being drilled non-stop through over ten orgasms sounds… really nice.”
Regina snickered, “If you let me watch your next private time with our mate, we can make that happen.”
I sighed, feeling both amused, and of course I had a pricked ego. I suppose it was my fault, I’d never done that with Regina either, and it’d been my idea. I had no one to blame but myself.
I scooped up my sexy redhead and brought her over to the tub. I didn’t bother with the spigot, I just used the water magic spell to fill the tub, then with another thought the water steamed slightly. Then I stepped in and sunk into the warm water with her still cradled in my arms.
Regina said, “It might be a bit tight, but I bet you could join us?”
“Us too?” I heard a sultry voice by the door, and turned to look at Karana and Sianna, who were already stripping.
Karana added, “I heard the end of that out in the other room, we can certainly discuss it later. Though, he does plenty well on his own, I’ve never been tempted to use my magic for that.”
Sianna blushed at the frank talk, but she too nodded in dreamy agreement.
I had to admit, sad as it was, that comment and Sianna’s reaction to it made me feel better, a stroke to my ego. It was true as well, or my mates wouldn’t be quite so insatiable, or wet for me during our trysts, I was definitely doing something right. I was overthinking things again.
It was going to be a long night, I still had three mates and a water nymph to sate. Not complaining, and it wouldn’t be that hard, since they’d be sating each other too. One round with each, really, was all it would take on my part, though admittedly it rarely stopped at one each.
Chapter Eight
It felt strange being back in the council room, so much had changed over the last three weeks. It didn’t take long for Jaren and Tam to pick up on the fact I was now mated not only to Karana, but that I’d also mated to one of our queen’s daughters.
Both men looked at me, as if to say I was a brave man. Perhaps that was true, but I also thought I was a lucky man. It wasn’t perfect, and there’d be bumps, but I couldn’t imagine being without any of my beautiful, strong, and powerful women. By strong I meant their strength of character, their strong personalities, and how they could submit to me without anything to prove, and knowing I held them as my equals. That really wasn’t as conflicting a thing as it sounded.
As long as I respected their opinion, who they were, and sought their advice, that wouldn’t ever change. Head of the house didn’t mean I would order them around, or control their lives, just lead our family with respect, as I cherished them.
It took about an hour to go over everything that happened, though we didn’t talk about our personal lives past the fact Karana and Sianna had joined the family. We decided to keep the pregnancies a secret for now, until we couldn’t. In theory, they wouldn’t start showing until the ninth or tenth month with their longer gestation, leaving five or six to go at that point, so maybe people wouldn’t even notice the discrepancy in time. They’d just think the conception date had been much later.
We talked about everything else though, the college, the idea that a lot more mages were going to be coming out, and within two years we’d have one or two flesh sculptors in all the major cities of the continent, for all three races. We also mentioned we’d be going to Lelmalond and Amathyr two days from that morning.
Once all the questions were answered, it was our turn to be briefed.
Jaren said, “We’ve been getting a steady stream of groups, there are a few mages in the city now, maybe they can help with the school. I think they moved here just to be close to the elven magic shop. We’re also making good progress with the old slave sections of the city, tearing down the barracks and building more houses instead. If the city does grow as you expect, we might need to extend the city out a bit, probably in the front, since we’ll need a bigger shopping district. But… that’s probably the next council’s project.”
He looked at Saria, “I imagine by the time you get back from Laya our two replacement councilors will be back. They left for Dulcier about five days ago, there should be a consort in that city, they can swear fealty too. You probably got to that city the same day they did.”
“Two?” Saria asked.
Tam grumbled, “He talked me into staying on the council for a year before I sought a replacement. Both for a little continuity so all three of us aren’t replaced at once, and because our focus is shifting to growth and I know all the people. We’re also going to need more farmers and farms. Our city is growing, you’ll be at the manor, and now there’s going to be a school with fifty or so mouths to feed. Our food surplus isn’t that high right now.”
Karana cleared her throat.
Tam smiled, “You may not be a councilor anymore, but you’ve earned the right to speak freely here.”
She said, “If it becomes a problem, I can focus my students on nature magic first, at the very least we’ll be able to grow our own food, perhaps for the manor as well. It isn’t a permanent solution, but we can supplement the farms until we can draw more farmers out this way.”
“Nature magic?”
Karana shrugged, and somehow managed to make that expression look sexy.
“Officially it’s under the creation sphere of magic, of which making plants bloom and crops grow is just one part of it. Inorganic creation is possible too, although far more limited. It takes a lot of magic to even make a small item.”
I pondered that for a moment, and if it was anything like energy to mass conversion, that would be a shit ton of magic. Not that my old world was capable of it, but the theory and math was there. At that point we were all caught up on what was going on, and Jaren gestured to a guard to unbar the doors.
Needless to say, the doors opened a little later than usual for open council that morning. There was also a healthy line for healing after three weeks, though the first woman through looked a little intimidated. I was seated, with Regina and Sianna both in beautiful dresses, and with Karana standing behind us in her red mage robes since she wasn’t a councilor anymore either. I imagined it was a rather intimidating sight. Only Saria, Jaren, and Tam sat on the dais behind a long-raised desk.
The line started to move though, after the false start, and out of about twenty people I managed to make just over a gold. Some paid a silver, which was the default fee, but only those that could afford it. It was still a lot of coin, for less than a half hours work.
As was my habit in the past, I half paid attention to the council, and half mulled over my magic. Though the breakthroughs were slow to come lately. Adding new spells as they occurred to me was almost easy now, and I’d only have to talk to Karana if I needed help with the concept of how to do it. If there were other things I was capable of outside of healing and programming DNA to cast magic, I didn’t know what they were. I had a feeling I’d reached my potential that way, now it was simply a matter of sharpening that potential and rounding out the simpler magic I could cast.
When council finished, we enjoyed a family lunch in our suite, before we split up again for tasks. Sianna, Karana, and Saria stayed in our quarters for their magic session, while Regina and I ran those errands. Hiring servants, and then tracking down
Irwin and his family. The first part went very quickly and smoothly, thanks to Tam’s help. He found a family with a man that had experience with horses, and the wife would be one of the maids, while his pre-teen son could be a stable-boy. The second family we hired had four people in it, and could run the kitchen, including cooking and cleaning. We also hired two young women without husbands, among those that used to be abused in those tunnels and rooms beneath the city, who would take care of the rest including the second maid position.
Irwin’s family wasn’t hard to track down either, through the guard, and before long we were knocking on his door, and giving him the whole spiel. Perhaps surprisingly, his daughter turned out not to be a mage, even in the old days it was common enough to skip a generation in a family, or randomly appear in other family lines, even if it was far more common to run in families.
Clearly, being a mage was partly metaphysical in nature, and had to do with their soul, or their auras which was a reflection of their soul. I’d never been able to find a DNA difference between a mage and non-mage. In the end, I had no idea, and suspected I never would, at least not in this life.
Irwin also had no interest in the school, and was content to teach his grandchildren, so the whole task was a bust, even if he did wish us well in the end. Maybe we’d have better luck with the other mages, but we decided to leave that in Karana’s hands, so she could evaluate the people she was trying to recruit, it was her school after all.
That all only took about two hours, before we returned to our suite in the keep.
“Karana?”
She smiled sultrily, and batted her eyelashes, “James?”
It should have seemed over the top, and in a way our flirting always had been, but it was very effective on me. She always affected me that way, almost constantly, and it took a minute to remember what I was going to say as I absently adjusted myself. Which of course, made her smile wider, with a wicked glint in her eyes.
