Chapter 2: Incubal Desire

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Journeyman Mage Faoril – The Village of Etian, The Magery of Thosi

My hand slid up and down Xera's cock as the elf squirmed on the bed. Her head tossed back, her green hair swirling about her shoulders while her large breasts jiggled. I had a firm grip on her cock, my hand sliding up her shaft.

It was one of the most fascinating cocks I had ever seen, thrusting up from the folds of her pussy. It was really her clit swelled into a cock by the hermaphroditic nature of elves. Three days out of a twenty-eight day period they went into heat. I knew cocks. I was a female mage. Our power came from cocks.

We needed the cum to provide us the power to wield our magic. Unlike priests, paladins, and witches, our power did not come from external sources. We had to provide it. Not wanting to kill ourselves, female mages used cum and male mages pussy juices.

So I was a cock expert. I had sucked many of them, mostly human males and the simulacrum produced by the Collegiate Tower. And the elf's cock was the most interesting.

I loved how it thrust from her pussy.

Her pussy lips were drenched and flushed, filling the air with the scent of marigolds. Elves were not like humans. Their pussies had a much more flowery scent.

"I'm getting close," groaned Xera. Her pussy lips clenched and relaxed as she squirmed on the bed of the inn. We were in a small village in central Thosi that lay on the highway from Esh-Esh north to Allenoth.

I brought up the vial. I used up one vial of the elf's cum, needing my life magic enhanced to disrupt Fireeyes's corpse automaton in yesterday's fight. Elves were close to the element of life, and so their cum was more effective.

"Cum one last time for me," I grinned. She was in the last hours of her heat. By morning, her cock would be gone.

Part of me wanted to stay up and witness her dick shrink away into a little, pink clit.

"Yes," Xera groaned, excitement flushing across her pale, greenish skin. Her hips bucked up and her cock throbbed in my hand. "Make me cum, slut."

"Slut." I savored the word. It was so demeaning and so appropriate. I was a slut. A cum slut extraordinaire. I loved it all, savoring all the different varieties of flavor and texture.

I wanted to swallow hers instead of letting it splash into my vial.

"Cum, elf-whore," I hissed. "Let your dick erupt."

"Yes," gasped Xera. Her hips bucked off the bed. Her pussy clenched.

Juices squirted out of her cunt and splashed on my naked tits as her dick erupted. White cum squirted into the glass vial. Copious squirts filled the vial. Xera groaned every time, and a hard shudder ran through her body.

Then she fell back on the bed. "Can I die now?"

"Yes," I grinned, capping the vial. The spell triggered, preserving her cum's potency. After my failure to preserve the lemures' cum for my mage test, I was extra careful.

I still couldn't believe I had botched such a simple spell. It may have cost me my chance to be a Master Mage. But if this Quest to kill the dragon Dominari and restore the High King's shattered sword was successful...

Hope kept me going.

"You have drained me dry, mage," panted Xera. "I just want to sleep."

"Sleep," I grinned. I slipped the vial into one of the many pockets of my red robes lying on a nearby chair. I licked the traces of cum off the back of my hand and slipped into bed. My hand grasped Xera's dick.

"Please, no," groaned the Elf. "We had a long enough day."

"I just want to hold it," I answered. "It'll be gone for another moon cycle. Maybe I'll be awake when it shrinks."

"Fine," Xera sighed and closed her eyes.

I stared at her face as I held her cock, my mind drifting.

Knight-Errant Angela

It felt like I had just fallen asleep when Sophia let out an ear-splitting scream.

I bolted awake. Sophia sat up next to me, screaming again. She clutched her naked body and shivered. Her brown hair spilled loose about her shoulders. Her lip trembled and her tears reflected the moonlight spilling in the open window.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Sophia turned to me and threw her arms around my neck. Her entire body trembled as her small breasts pressed into my large tits. She buried her face into my red hair, sobbing incoherently.

"It was just a nightmare," I guessed, stroking her back.

The door to our room burst open. Xera and Faoril, their hair mused and their bodies naked, entered the room. The elf looked at us. "What is it?"

"Just a nightmare, I think."

"No!" The word exploded from Sophia's mouth. She pulled back. "Something vile happened. Something tore at the world's being and reentered it. Something evil."

"What are you talking about?" Faoril asked. "Are you—" A yawn split her lips. "Sorry. Are you sure it's not a nightmare?"

Sophia shook her head. "It felt like ... something had crossed over from the Astral Realm."

"A spirit?" Xera asked, her ears twitching.

"Do you detect anything?" I asked the elf.

"No. But Sophia is clearly disturbed."

"It was just a nightmare," sighed Faoril. "I'm not surprised after the encounter with Fireeyes."

Sophia had been disturbed by the encounter.

"I am telling you, the barrier between us and the Astral Realm was breached," Sophia hissed. "I heard a loud scream. I felt it tear. The world feels ... turbulent right now."

"You can detect the Astral Realm?" I asked in shock.

"I guess," Sophia shrugged. "I am a priestess. We're trained to handle spirits. We're sensitive to them and their domain."

"Maybe it was a mage," Faoril shrugged. "We summon spirits and other creatures from the Astral Realm all the time."

"You do?" Sophia asked.

Faoril nodded. "I summoned lemures before I took my test, and during it I opened a portal and brought an eldritch horror into the world."

Sophia stared at the mage, her eyes wide. A shiver ran through her. "You ... summoned lemures? And a horror? Those are dangerous."

"Hardly. I had my circles impeccably prepared." Faoril pushed back her light-brown hair off her shoulders. "I am no amateur. I know how to contain spirits when I summon them and make sure they return. I do not damage the veil separating reality and beyond. I would guess a mage summoned spirits and you, being sensitive to the Astral Realm because of your connection to Saphique, experienced the turbulence of its crossing."

"But there are other priests and priestesses in Thosi," Sophia pointed out. "Don't they grow concerned if they experience this all the time?"

"Acclimation. When you experience a stimuli over and over, whether it is an odor or a noise in the background, you become used to it. Your brain will filter it out into the background, no longer needing to process the stimuli because it has become a part of your daily environment." Faoril yawned again. "I suggest we get some sleep."

"Okay?" I asked Sophia, still holding the trembling girl. I shouldn't think of her as a girl, we were the same age, but that was what she felt like.

"Okay," Sophia whispered. "You'll..."

"I'll hold you," I whispered.

Sophia nodded.

"Good night and may your dreams be gay and gentle," Xera smiled. Faoril had already left. The elf closed the door on the way out.

"Sorry for waking you up," Sophia muttered.

I kissed her cheek as I snuggled up to her. She rolled onto her side, and I spooned her from behind. "Don't be. It could have been important. And if we weren't in the heart of magic, it might well have been."

"Thank you." Sophia snuggled closer.

I held her as we drifted off to sleep.

The Simulacrum – Allenoth Highway, Magery of Thosi

The scream echoed through reality as Master's soul warred with the farmer's for control over his body.

I sat calmly nearby, ignoring the farmer's pained yells as he fought to keep in possession of his body. Master's theoretical phylactery had worked. He had hidden his soul in a pocket dimension of the astral plane contained in a diamond amulet.

That diamond had cracked and shattered when he broke free and rushed into the man's body. The energy still rippled through the air. If I had any hair on my body, I was sure it would be standing up on end.

The night cooled away from the warmth of the spring's day. I did not feel it. Simulacrum were created with a large degree of tolerance of temperature swings. We did not need clothing to help regulate our body temperature.

The farmer rolled onto his face and clawed at the ground, ripping up clumps of grass as he continued his fruitless fight. I merely observed him. Nothing stirred inside of me as I watched the farmer struggle for his life.

Should I feel pity for the man?

Should I cheer for my master to win?

It really did not matter. I was created to serve. If my master failed, I would return to the Collegiate Tower and serve another mage.

Footsteps approached. A woman walked down the trail. "Alleth?"

The woman was a slightly plump Thosian, her hair falling loose about the shoulders of her nightgown. Her feet were bare as she walked closer, peering into the darkness as the man, presumably Alleth and her husband, wrestled with my master's soul.

I sighed. There were always complications.

I rose and walked to the woman.

"Who's that?" she demanded, her voice cracking. A tremble ran through her.

What would it be like to be afraid?

The woman licked her lips and took a step back until she realized I was female. "What is going on? Who are you? Where are your clothes?" She peered over my shoulder at the writing farmer. "Is that Alleth?"

"Yes," I answered as I moved within arms length of her.

"Is he—"

I sprang. My hands seized her neck. She let out a strangled cry and grabbed my wrists. I tightened. The bones of her neck shifted beneath my fingers and her heart beat pulsed through her veins. I applied the right amount of force at the precise spot and twisted.

Her neck broke.

She collapsed in a heap. She wasn't dead yet. Her eyes stared up at me. Her lungs and heart were paralyzed. If I broke a vertebrae lower, she would still live and only her limbs would be paralyzed. I left her to die and walked back to continue my vigil.

Xerathalasia – The Village of Etian, The Magery of Thosi

I was disappointed when I woke up the next morning and my cock was gone. My heat was over. Well, I had enjoyed myself. My cock had experienced a great deal of pleasure. It had been a most satisfying few days.

Faoril slept beside me, her back to me. She had stolen the covers during the night. They bunched around her body. I hadn't noticed. I was used to sleeping naked outdoors. Unlike humans, I did not need to wear clothing or have blankets unless the temperature plunged to extreme colds.

I could go naked in the snow.

"Faoril," I said in the human's tongue as I rolled out of bed. "Wake up."

The mage made a muttered sound that could have been a no.

I shook my head. I seized the blanket and yanked. Faoril gasped as it flipped her over and sent her landing hard on the floor. The mage groaned and popped her head over the edge. Her short, light-brown hair framed her angry face. Her normally inquisitive eyes were red from lack of sleep.

"Hey? What was that for?"

"Morning," I answered.

"What?"

"Morning," I said slower. "We have a journey. We cannot sleep in."

"Right," yawned Faoril. She rubbed at her eyes, then reached over and grabbed her silver nose piercing off the nightstand and inserted it into the hole on her right nostril. It glinted as she stretched.

What a strange affectation. Sophia had a pair of piercings—belly and tongue—that represented status within her order. Did Faoril's? Or was her piercing merely decoration.

Faoril grabbed her robe and concentrated. The stains of travel vanished from her clothing and she gave a self-satisfied nod. "I still had some of your cum lurking in my system."

"Useful." I grabbed my belt and strapped it on. My quiver, knife, and pouch of supplies, such as my spare bow strings, hung from it. The belt was the only clothing I wore. I grabbed my unstrung bow and marched from the room and into the common area.

I ordered raw vegetables to break my fast.

Sophia and Angela looked equally bedraggled as Faoril when they plodded down the stairs. Angela's armor clanked. She sat at the table. Sophia slumped into her seat and put her hand on her arms.

"I did not sleep," she groaned. "The world still feels ... off.

"That is unusual," Faoril announced. "I would have thought the fabric of reality would have settled by now." She sat down at the last seat and pulled out the journal of the foul warlock Fireeyes.

"Are you really reading that?" Sophia groaned. "That man was foul. He desecrated those poor men he dominated."

"Knowledge should always be digested," Faoril answered. "As I explained, the moral injustice has already been performed. Now the more moral choice is to try and find a practical and beneficial uses from his research. Then, perhaps, those he tortured and killed would not have died completely in vain."

I didn't hide my shudder.

"Yeah, it seems wrong still," Angela muttered.

Faoril looked at us, then sighed and slipped it away. "So we keep riding all day?"

Angela nodded.

Faoril sighed.

Sophia perked up. "Did Xera's massage help?"

A smile crossed Faoril's lips. "Yes, it did."

Pride beat in my heart. I had made her cum hard after my sexy massage.

"Maybe I should receive one," Sophia purred to me. "You could tie me up then massage away all my aches."

Angela grinned. "I would love to watch it."

"I will," I promised Sophia, patting the young woman's hand. She was an infectious creature. She couldn't stay moody for long. Her playful desires always came to the forefront.

Sophia smiled as we chatted. Our breakfast was delivered, scrambled goose eggs and strips of fried pig, known as bacon, for the humans. I munched on my carrot and shook my head as they devoured animal flesh.

And eggs. Those were unhatched birds. Humans were such a confounding species. Kind and loving on one hand, and casually able to slaughter and eat another creature on the other. At least wolves do not have self-awareness. They relied on their instincts when they kill.

Sophia leaned back when she finished eating. "I hope this ripple goes away. It is so annoying."

"What does it feel like?" Faoril asked, her eyes sharp.

"Like my skin is coated in foul oil." Sophia sighed. "It clings to me. And more keeps lapping against me. Everything is turbulent. The barrier feels so thin."

"Maybe it's a by-product of killing Fireeyes," Angela suggested. "He was into all that death."

"But this event happened many hours later." Faoril pulled out her notebook and scrawled notes with a quill that didn't require any ink. The words seemed burned into the paper. "So strange. Keep me informed throughout the day, Sophia."

"I will," the acolyte nodded. "Ooh, I wish I had time to take a bath."

"No time," sighed Angela. "We need to head down the road. We cannot tarry."

Acolyte Sophia

We rode through Etian as the sun began its climb over the eastern horizon. I pulled up my hood to help shield my eyes as we rode to the northeast, following the highway to Allenoth. The turbulence between realities washed over me, coating me in fresh foulness.

I shivered as we passed the village's lichyard behind the temple to Firmare, the goddess of farming.

Eyes watched me. The spirits of the dead that lingered in their graves instead of passing on to their rest in the afterlife watched me. I worked my shoulders and glanced at the lichyard. The spirits sensed the turbulence. They wanted to cross over.

The dead sometimes had trouble remembering they were dead. They could manifest in dozens of different ways, some harmful, some helpful, and some just mischievous. Who the spirit was in life influenced how they behaved in undeath.

I heeled purity to a faster trot to come alongside Angela on her mighty warhorse Midnight.

"Someone's in a hurry," my lover smiled. Her red hair burned like fire in the rising sun.

"Just ... want to put distance between us and the lichyard."

We rode north down the highway. Farmers worked the fields in between the villages that dotted the road. It seemed every hour we were passing through the next village. Wagons rumbled up and down the road, passing on our right.

Normally, the wagons and merchants bullied anyone off the road, but when they saw a knight riding at the head of a column, they moved aside for us.

The wagons were filled with goods and food. Large cities needed a constant supply of food brought in from the villages around them. When I was young, my mother had hired tutors to teach me about estate management. Mother owned many large estates back in Secare.

I always found it boring. It was probably why mother encouraged me to join the priesthood of Saphique and trained my younger sister instead. As a priestess, I was ineligible for inheritance. My sister would make a far better Duchess than me.

Every village had a lichyard, and the dead peering from their grave reminded me of the turbulence. Even though my robes were spotless—a quick prayer to Saphique every morning ensured they were pure white again—and my traveling cloak was freshened, I felt dipped in mud.

I hoped this would end. I couldn't stand this feeling for too long. It was depressing.

The dead pressed on the fabric. Normally, only the strongest or most tortured spirits could cross over. Thank the Gods those were rare. But they could cause such trouble when they did. I feared that the dead were already crossing over.

I grew more tense. I expected trouble.

"What is it?" Xera asked as noon approached.

I shook my head.

"You are tense." The elf's eyes were too keen.

"Is it the turbulence?" Faoril asked.

I glanced back at her. She read from the evil warlock's journal again. I snapped, "How can you read and ride at the same time?"

"The horse knows where to go," Faoril shrugged. "This is easier, though it did make my stomach queasy at first. I wonder why." The mage looked up. "And you did not answer my question."

"Yes. Pater's cock, it's the turbulence." My skin tightened. I wanted to rip it off. I just wanted this sensation to go away. "I can feel the dead in the lichyard. Some of their spirits are clawing at the fabric. It's so weak. There will be spirits manifesting."

"That is serious," Faoril sighed. "I am beginning to think this is not the actions of a mage. Or if it was, then something went terribly wrong with their spell."

"Can you do something to fix it?" I demanded.

"Without knowing what caused the source, I might exacerbate the problem. I have not heard of this effect, though mages do not have the sensitivity that the servants of the divine seem to possess."

I ground my teeth.

"Something is going on in the village ahead," reported Angela. "A crowd is forming."

"Yes, I can hear the shouts," Xera nodded. "I did not realize that was out of the normal. I thought, perhaps, it was a festival. They are crowding the streets."

"There are no festivals right now," Faoril frowned.

Angela nodded and heeled her charger forward. Midnight responded. The stallion snorted eagerly. His heavy hooves clapped on the hard-packed road. Xera's long strides allowed her to easily pace the stallion's trot. I glanced back at Faoril. She pulled out a vial of cum and held it in her hands.

"How do I make my horse go faster?" Faoril asked.

"Tap your heels into her flank," I answered her. I heeled purity and trotted forward.

"Oh, my," Faoril gasped behind me.

I glanced back and almost forgot about the foul turbulence. The mage's face was pale and she held her reigns in a tight grip, her knuckles whitening. Buttercup, Faoril's mare, trotted happily down the road, her straw tail swishing back and forth.