by A. S. Etaski
“Correct, Red Sister.”
Maybe, maybe not, but it didn’t change my current state of needing his aid, and my next thought sank in quick. Fucking Eights, I can’t sneak in here later, can I?
If I wanted to fuck Callitro, I had to get Phaelous’ permission and cooperation each time. No secrecy and he would probably report each one to my Elder, if not the Prime. And what if I wanted to look around for my invisible wizard? How could I get between levels? Especially if the one battlemage I sought was on the seventeenth.
No wonder D’Shea was smirking when she granted me permission to look for him.
We went from the base level to another in a heartbeat and a slight surge of stomach upset. Instantly I smelled spice and eclectic components, old fiberstalk parchment and burned powders. My eyes adjusted to the mellow, magical glow emanating from a very small stone pressed into the wall about every ten feet. We stood in a small alcove spilling into a hall which bent on both sides, curving out of sight with a central column obscuring what lay beyond. Because of the light, I could see carvings above multiple, arched door-slabs; they were numbered. I was aware of at least one door sliding open slightly as we walked past it.
Without looking, Phaelous said, “Return to your study.”
The door closed again, but I bet an ear would be pressed to it for some time. Suppressing a smile, I followed the Headmaster to stop in front of the door marked one-seven-five, observing as he placed his bare hand upon a smooth piece of polished stone on the right side of the door. There was no sound I could detect until someone spoke within the room.
“…Master?”
I could hear Callitro’s muffled voice coming back through the polished stone. He sounded almost amazed.
This doesn’t happen often.
Phaelous said nothing aloud, he simply kept touching the smooth piece, a look of concentration on his face. I pursed my lips. What are you telling him?
Callitro opened the door quickly; it was clear that he expected another Davrin besides his Headmaster. When the bua laid eyes on me, his body surged hot enough for me to detect his excitement, even in the soft lighting. He smiled but said nothing, not even a greeting, as if he’d been instructed to silence while his visitors stood out in the hallway. I followed their lead.
I looked at Phaelous for a hint. Turning to me, the old wizard bowed his head and gestured for me to go inside. Turning again, he left without so much as a word. No warning or instruction what to do, or what not to do, while I was here. I wasn’t sure how to summon him when I needed to get back to ground level.
Callitro will tell me.
I said nothing, covering my uncertainty in front of my eager battlemage. I smiled back and signed, *Let me in?*
Callitro stepped back, beckoning, and closed the door as soon as I slipped past him. I glimpsed the tent in his robe as he set the Ward, and all the tension from my secret meeting with Auslan boiled up again in an instant. I wouldn’t waste this chance I’d taken.
“Red Sister, welcome.”
His attempt at formality mimicked Phaelous.
“It’s a pleasure to—”
I didn’t have time for this. “Take off your robe.”
He blinked. “I…um—huh?”
I closed the space between us, tugging at his wizard’s belt. I whispered to him, “Strip, Callitro. Naked. Now.”
His mouth sagged, his burnt-orange eyes wide. He looked down at my gloved hands just as I released the brown cinch on his waist.
“H-here, let me—” he stuttered.
I allowed him to remove his own belt lined with pouches—they could contain anything—and he placed it very gently atop a low array of parchment on his workbench. Next, he removed his rings from his fingers and an amulet from around his neck and secured them quickly in a box marked with runes.
Hmm.
His dark blue study robe was different from his formal one in that it lacked the gold and purple stitching and opened in front, folding over itself to show dark skin of his chest in a thin “V,” not unlike that of my Elder Sorceress. I reached for it once he’d removed his belt and magic items, taking hold and pushing it open like a set of drapes. Some lithe flesh was revealed, but there was another knot securing the robe at his waist on the inside, and I plucked impatiently to tug it loose.
Callitro smothered a snicker in his throat.
“I heard that,” I growled.
“My apologies, Red Sister. Do you want me to—?”
I slapped his hand away. “I’ve got it.”
I unthreaded the knot and found myself staring at him nude from the front; an attractive, unblemished package. Eye fixed to his crotch, my hands moved strictly by feel to his shoulders and pushed the fabric off him. His robe fell to his sandaled feet in a heap. His cock jumped once, his testicles contracting slightly exposed to cooler air but recovering as his erection started to grow. My mouth watered.
“You’re staring, Sister.”
He sounded neither prideful, casual, nor teasing—I could hear the nerves, and he was correct; I was staring. My gaze moved beyond his white-crowned cock to smooth hips and thighs, nice legs and ankles, back up to a flat belly and balanced chest and arms, fit though softer than a fighter. He had a cute face; he wasn’t as graceful or as beautiful as Auslan, but I had no complaint. My cunt certainly wouldn’t, I knew.
Callitro. You’ll do nicely.
Removing my own belt and weapons, I looked around a relatively small, cluttered room. Aside from the workbench, there was a writing desk, bookshelf, bed, cabinet, and a couple of chests. I didn’t know the purpose of half the possessions I could see in plain view, and there would be much more hidden out of sight like his jewelry. Maybe I could ask some questions later, but for now, I selected the least-covered flat surface to move shit.
I grabbed the bowl, pitcher, cloths, and odd grooming items from a simple washing station set as far as one could get from his parchment. I put them all on the floor and turned back to my wizard, standing naked but for his sandals.
“Sirana?!” he began, my name ending in a yelp when I pulled him closer and crouched to lift him by his ass, holding him firm against me. He gasped in disbelief, “S-Sister, Goddess…!”
The young wizard writhed, clutching my shoulders and my cloak for balance as his naked erection touched my blood red leather armor. If I’d been nude as well, his cock would have been nestled between my tits; chuckling, I squeezed his ass. His body shivered against me as I set him upon that space I’d cleared, and I hummed as I ran my gloved hands along his thighs, stepping in between them. Every measure of my confidence with buas from before the Sisterhood returned to me in a flood, and I could not welcome it more.
He’s shaking.
And that pole in front of me was still as hard as I’d ever seen on any Noble bua in my bed.
I tilted my head to press my lips to his naked belly, and he sucked in air. Taking hold of his wrists, I pinned them to the fiberstalk chest, enjoying his little noises as I trailed more kisses down his flank and abdomen. Nudging his stiff prick out of the way with my chin, I buried my nose in his fur and inhaled his male scent, filled my lungs with it.
Fuck Braqth’s Tits, yes.
I lifted my head just enough to gulp down his cock, and he pulled much harder against my restraint, uttering a delightfully shocked, “Guh…!”
You’ve not been taken by many caits, have you? That or my technique had changed after so many Sisters thrust her Feldeu between my lips.
I don’t care.
My mouth slid over him, tongue lapping; I tasted his delicate, delicious skin sucking with firm, tight lips. His pleasure climbed, the unguarded, panicked sound breaking from his throat bringing an aggressive rumble from mine, and I moved faster. Stroked him harder using only my mouth.
“Goddess…!” Callitro shrieked, his hips jerking, egg sack tightening up. “I-I c-can’t, S-Siss—oh! Oh!”
His cream erupted, coating my tongue
and the back of my mouth. I coaxed every drop through that first climax, and the wizard could only submit; he shuddered and shook, his voice pulled down into a stunned silence.
Fuck, he tasted good. Depravity and guilelessness in one gulp.
Our breathing filled the room afterward, the voiceless rush of air contrasting the intense rush such a short time before. I purred in satisfaction, reaching to take his waist in both gloved hands, helping him off the stand although I had to hold him lest he stumbled. He was a little shorter than me, and when he leaned back a little to look up at me in muzzy-headed awe, I grinned and couldn’t resist kissing him on the mouth again. It struck me, when he stiffened and tried to lean away, that he could taste his own seed on my tongue.
That’s nothing compared to what I’ve lapped in my time, sweetmeat.
I gripped the back of his neck, my other had his ass cheek, and I held him in place to enjoy my kiss thoroughly while we weren’t on a battlefield in front of my Sisters and the Valsharess’ army. Upon lifting my mouth, I murmured, chiding, “If I can guzzle it, bua, surely you can sip it.”
Callitro nodded, unwilling to argue as my hands drifted over him. “Your pardon, Sister. I was surprised, that’s all.”
Nodding, I started tugging off my gloves, to feel him skin-to-skin at last. I tossed them onto a stool, dropped my cloak there as well, and kissed him again, my fingertips knowing his texture as my lips already did. I liked that he shivered yet again. I leaned closer, kept my voice as low as could be above a whisper.
“I want to fuck you on your bed,” I said with a lascivious grin. “My cunt gripping you hard, taking you deep. Sucking you in, all the way to your hair.”
The young wizard stared in a mix of eager, fearful astonishment. “I-I am…willing, Red Sister, but I just…um—”
“On the bed,” I ordered, pushing him that way while I sat on my gloves and cloak to remove my boots. Callitro nearly tripped over one of his smaller boxes on his floor, trying to step that way while watching me. I laughed, enjoying the reveal of my strengthened, powerful body underneath a powerful uniform. I stripped out of my leathers, keeping certain pieces easy to reach.
“Goddess, Sister, you’re—” he began, smiling in his admiration.
“When was your last bath?” I asked, standing up naked. Cluttered space or not, after sucking his cock, I figured he had done basic grooming recently.
His blink was cute. “Um? I wiped down this last waking.”
“Good enough for me. On all fours, Callitro. Face away from me.”
He didn’t speak what he likely thought, but his expression was darling as he reluctantly complied, his freshly milked cock hanging flaccid with his balls. I strode forward, kneeling on the bed behind him, caressing his buttocks. I watched the tension rise in the muscles of his back. As tempted as that was to exploit, I didn’t have a lot of time before missing my check-in with Cilyan. A warning might be worth a trade.
“Has anyone rimmed your netherhole with their tongue before, Callitro?”
He looked back at me, eyes widened. “…No, Sister.”
“Stroked your nut gland to make you ready?”
He swallowed. “No, Sister.”
“What about ordering another bua to stretch your ass with his pole for her amusement?”
He flinched and sounded grateful when he answered, “No, Sister.”
I smirked, parting him with my thumb, admiring a tight and seemingly untouched pucker. “You’re not completely virgin, are you? Was my mouth the first hole your cock has spurted into?”
“No…! Uh, no, Red Sister. Two Nobles shared me at the last Worship Ball. Another before them, some turns prior.” Callitro shivered as I passed the flat of my thumb lightly over his back hole. “I-I don’t leave the Tower often. Or see many females.”
Lucky me. And there’s a whole Tower of fresh buas available here.
Sliding one hand between my legs, my fingers glided without drag across my dripping netherlips. Spreading his cheek with my other hand, I leaned down behind the young wizard and caressed his crinkle with my tongue. No hesitation.
He blurted a cry; the pucker clenched tight.
“So sweet, bua,” I chuckled.
I pressed back in to really dine upon his virgin asshole, swirling in circles, nudging and tickling, coaxing relaxation of that rubbery flesh… penetrating it with a hot, stiffened probe. The young wizard gripped his bedsheets with both hands, overwhelmed as he remained in place with his knees wide, submitting to this experience I offered. I couldn’t wait too long before I incorporated my cunt-slimed fingers into the play. He learned what it felt like to have a knowledgeable cait stroke his nut gland for him.
First one finger, then two, hot and snug around me. Goddess, he’s tight.
“Shhiii…” Callitro hissed in wide-eyed astonishment. “Ungh…!”
Oh, yes. You like that.
My battlemage’s staff plumped up again; soon it was full and hanging hard beneath his belly. It hadn’t taken him long to rebound, making me glad to have sucked him to pleasure first. Not only had I claimed my coveted taste of bua cock, but I’d learned the hard way at Court that a cait couldn’t play with an inexperienced male before his first orgasm without his cock spraying uncontrollably all over the bedding. I hadn’t forgotten that Auslan, experienced as he was, had taken my fingers the same way and had become hard without spurting. In fact, his control had been so strong, he hadn’t jetted even when I commanded him to.
No male should have that much control during sex or be so distracting.
“Sirana,” Callitro moaned as I reached around to the front to stroke his rod as well.
“Never had a cait do this for you, huh?” I murmured, the swell of pride adding to my aching crotch.
“Never,” he agreed, moving his hips, rolling them like an instinctive slut as I claimed him on both sides.
Fuuuck…
“Good,” I said, panting. “Now, over. On your back. I’m going to fuck you so hard…”
Callitro obeyed, and I straddled him. No words; I claimed him quickly, putting him straight into my snatch. We grunted simultaneously as our body heat mixed.
I can’t catch. He can fill me when I tell him to.
“Don’t you dare cum again before I do,” I hissed, moving atop him, and his burnt-orange eyes widened as he nodded.
“M-May I…touch you, Red Sister?” he breathed.
His gaze landed on my jiggling tits as he said it. My smirk appeared as a snarl, teeth gleaming. “Go on.”
His touch was lighter, gentler than any of my Sisters; he didn’t restrain me in any way, only caressed and squeezed where he could while I fucked him. I felt the young wizard’s hands on my ribs, waist, and hips, leading back up again, but I focused on climaxing, on the anticipation. Then I felt only the release.
Yes! Oh, fuck, yes, at last…
By the time his hands drifted downward, Callitro was close again, clutching my thighs as he strained beneath me to hold himself back. His grimacing face was adorable, and I growled as I felt my body rise once again toward orgasm. I ground and rolled my hips, gripped his shoulder and the pillow, braced myself, increased force and pace together—
“Goddess!” he cried. “I c-can’t—”
He needed practice. He let loose inside me. I watched his face.
His face—
“Shit. Shit, fuck!” I barked, my peak taking me by surprise as my cunt clutched and rippled along his pulsing length. My mouth hung open as I shuddered, held in the same ecstatic instant with my first bua claimed as a Red Sister.
It was good.
Really good.
I heard a sound I didn’t recognize. A dull chime.
From the door.
Lethargic, I looked over my shoulder. Callitro spoke, his voice thick. His prick still deep inside.
“H-Headmaster?”
“Time for your visitor to leave, Callitro. Red Sister, you’ve been summo
ned by your Elder.”
Uh-oh.
I stilled my face lest the bua read an expression of concern, even as a further string of expletives sounded in my head. What in the fucking Pit? Now? Did Phaelous time it this way?
Disallowed to enjoy any afterglow whatsoever, I got off my playmate and said, “A moment, Headmaster.”
I signed an inquiry, and Callitro pointed at a cloth I could use to wipe my crotch. Immediately I dressed and equipped myself with the same thoughtless efficiency learned from the many times I’d practiced before. The young wizard watched me with fascination, lying naked and out of my way upon his bed. Once finished, I secured my cloak and took a step toward the door before spinning around.
“Oh!” I exclaimed. “You offered to make me something.”
Callitro blinked. “Uhm?”
A hiss of impatience. “You craft magic items, right?”
“Yes, Red Sister.”
“So, make me something useful.” I took a step toward the door. “I shall return to check on your progress.”
His white brows lifted. Now he understood. “What is your desire I create, Sister?”
I don’t know.
“I don’t care. Something small I can use in a fight.”
The wizard sat up straight, pulling a blanket to cover himself as I reached the door. He nodded. “I’ll make you a ring. I’ll have to think what—”
“Do that. I must report to my Elder.”
Stepping out into the hall, I was face-to-face with the old wizard. He smiled without showing his teeth, standing with utter calm, his arms gently folded as he looked me over. Signing for me to follow him back to the jump circle, he did not speak. A few more doors opened slightly as we passed, the scholars inside better prepared to peek out, and their Headmaster said nothing.
Again, I followed his lead, cooperative as I endured the stomach-lurching jump back down to the bottom floor. He escorted me to the front exit with no opportunity for me to linger, waving his hand in a gesture. It opened only wide enough for me to get out. Once I stood on his front stoop, he spoke.
“The potion you took will last another twelve marks. Have care in accepting further seed in your womb, young Sister, as our essence can remain viable for some time after emission. Give my regards to your Elder.”
