Chapter 3: Virgin Delight

Journeyman Mage Faoril – Esh-Esh, The Magery of Thosi

The market place before the docks on Lake Esh bustled with travelers, locals, and merchants, a vast, busy tide that ebbed and flowed. I walked with Thrak, he crowds paring before my orcish lover like the waves before the knifing prow of a ship. Everyone gave the huge, hulking, ferocious, barbaric Thrak a wide birth, the already pale, Thosian faces growing even whiter as they hurried by.

It amused Thrak. A smile crossed his lips studded with bone piercings.

The summer heat gripped Esh-Esh, but the cool breeze off the lake helped to mitigate the heat of the sun’s rays. My eyes were supposed to be moving through the assembled shops, but my gaze kept shooting to the ivory pillar of the Collegiate Tower that dominated the city. Its golden beacon was second only in brilliance to the sun setting over the lake.

I missed the Tower. I had dreamed of spending my days their in research as a Master Mage, discovering new ways to utilize the five elements. Eventually, I would have joined the Magery Council and administer the affairs of Thosi and the Mages trained by the Tower.

I did not look out at the lake where the Island lay. I would not linger on my abject failure that cost me my chance to become a Master and done the black robes. I was stuck in the red. But if the Quest succeeded, and I cast the Ritual of Reclamation on the Altar of Souls and reforged the High King’s Sword, I would prove that I had the skills to at least take the test to be a Master again.

“You keep staring at the tower,” Thrak rumbled.

“I know,” I flushed, prying my eyes away.

“It’s hard to let go of that which we love.” His voice was tinged with the melancholy of his wife’s passing. Twice he had lost her.

“Very hard.” I took a deep breath. I needed to focus. I hoped to find a map among the many merchants that sold books and parchments. The Dwarven Kingdom of Modan that had fallen 207 years ago, so it would be difficult to find one. Modan was the only place that adamantium, the metal which the blade was crafted from, could be found.

But the dwarven mines were lost to a great evil that broke their kingdom’s back. I tried not to dwell on what our next step in the Quest entailed. Descending into the tunnels of Modan to find any ore would be as dangerous as facing the Dragon Dominari at the Quest’s end.

Maybe more so. At least we knew what we faced with Dominari. No one knew what befell Modan.

I stopped at the next book vendor. With the Magery Council and a college to train new mages in Esh-Esh, any oddity, artifact, object, or old knowledge was brought to the city in the hope that a mage would find value in it.

It made reasonable sense.

That was why we had detoured to Esh-Esh instead of taking the slightly straighter route from Allenoth south to the Lesh-Ke Mountains. If I had my wits about me, we would have procured the map before leaving Esh-Esh.

But I had been ... fragile then.

Since we left the orc lands ten days back, our journey south, retracing the very steps we took north, had been uneventful. Fireeyes was truly dead, and we did not have his machinations dodging our steps and causing us problems. And so far, the other two Erinyes had not appeared to harass us. They must be cautious after Angela dealt with Injuriae so resoundingly. From Esh-Esh, we would follow the highway southeast to Miliiath Pass in the Kingdom of Haz, passing through the town of Lor-Khev. In the pass, we would find the ruins of Khan, the fortress guarding the entrance to the underground dwarven kingdom.

“So you’re back,” a woman sneered. “And in the company of a brute.”

My back stiffened. I grit my teeth as I turned to face Saoria, my former friend and roommate before she let her success at the mage’s test go to her swollen head. She stood in her black robes, her long, dark-brown hair falling about her shoulders, her silver piercing glinting on her eyebrow.

“Master Mage,” I nodded, gritting my teeth. I had to show respect.

Saoria strolled forward, her naked simulacrum—all master mages were gifted one by the college—trailed after her. He was a sculpted, handsome man without any hair on his body, his cock hard and thrusting before him. He carried a crate loaded in Saoria’s purchases.

“Mmm, wherever did you find this ... specimen?” asked Saoria as she strolled up to Thrak, her eyes hungrily sliding up and down his body.

“Oh, just a simple journey to Murathi,” I shrugged. “Nothing too dangerous.”

Saoria arched an eyebrow. “And you brought a housebroken orc back with you.”

“Housebroken?” rumbled Thrak, his arms folding across his chest. His swarthy skin bulged as his muscles rippled. “Maybe I tamed the little mage and she dances for me.”

“Thrak,” I groaned, my cheeks blushing.

Saoria glanced down at his kilt. “I’ve heard orcs are impressive. Faoril always was such a slut for a hard cock.”

“I’ve heard it’s the other way around,” Thrak said, his hand lashing out and grasping Saoria’s wrist. Before the master mage could react, he jerked her hand to the front of the kilt. “I hear you have a hot pussy always craving larger pleasures. You won’t find larger than mine.”

Saoria’s hand squeezed at my lover’s growing hardness. I folded my arms, my stomach squirming. I did not like this one bit. Saoria licked her lips as the bulge swelled beneath Thrak’s kilt. Her hand traced his length.

“That is no idle boast,” Saoria purred. “I’ve oft wanted to study your race. Perhaps you’d care to return to the tower and allow me to examine and perform a few harmless tests on your impressive specimen.”

I opened my mouth to object, but Thrak rumbled, “With your slutty pussy?”

Saoria let out a rich laugh. “And maybe other parts of me.”

“And why would I want an ugly, bony hag sucking on my cock?” Thrak asked. “And I can only imagine the diseases crawling around your whorish cunt.”

Saoria’s face reddened. She released his cock and her hand shot down to a pocket. She produced a vial of cum, no doubt from her placid simulacrum’s balls, and brought it halfway to her lips before she paused, her eyes flicking to me.

“You weren’t about to use magic aggressively in Esh-Esh, were you?” I asked sweetly. “All because a male rejected your whorish advances?”

Saoria shoved her vial back into her pocket. “I would do no such thing,” she hissed. “Tell me, Faoril, how much does it cost Thrak to buy your ... services?”

“Oh, Thrak doesn’t have to buy my services,” I smiled. “I’m eager to submit to him. After all, you’ve felt how impressive he is. And trust me, all the stories are true. You’ve never had a lover until you’ve bedded an orc. Maybe you should go north and find one for yourself. I’m sure there’s a few that wouldn’t mind sticking it into your toxic cunt.”

“Do you forget your place, Journeyman,” snarled Saoria. “I am a Master Mage.”

“Barely,” I shrugged. “And only because I made the mistake of sharing my knowledge with you. If you hadn’t clutched to the hem of my robe, I doubt you’d ever have made it to Journeyman. You would still be in the blue.”

“Then explain why I passed and you didn’t?”

I fought off the lingering depression that had claimed me after my failure. “I made a simple mistake. I was over-confident. It had nothing to do with my skill in magic. Though I suppose it is good I did fail, else you wouldn’t have made the cut then.”

Saoria let out a screech and then stalked off through the street, the crowds parting before the angry master mage and her vitriolic snarls. Her simulacrum followed behind her with obedience. He had a nice ass.

They always did.

“She thinks she has the sweetest cunt on the tundra,” laughed Thrak, “but her nose is deadened to scents.”

I nodded my head in agreement, smiling at that imagery. “An earthy saying. Literal translation from orcish?”

“Mostly. It’s a little more ... foul in orcish,” he grinned.

My stomach churned. “I think I can skip that piece of scholarly knowledge.” I slipped my arm around his waist. “Las’s poxed cock, but that was satisfying.”

“Forcing someone to confront their own limitations always is. Now let’s find that map.”

It was at the third shop, that I found something promising. “Here’s the last stack of loose maps, Mistress Mage,” Linissi, the daughter of the merchant, said. She had a heart-shaped face and a braid of light-brown hair falling off her left shoulder. She was young, not more than fourteen, and her lip trembled with innocence. “What is being a mage like?”

“It’s intoxicating,” I admitted as I carefully lifted each piece of vellum, parchment, and papyrus, studying what the portrayed before setting them aside. “You have the power of creation at your disposal.”

We were at the back of the stall. It was covered by a canvas owning and the back made up of shelves. There was a gap between the shelves and awning allowing Linissi to glance at the Collegiate Tower rising above the city.

“You want to be a mage?” I asked as I set the next parchment aside—it was a detailed map of Southern Valya.

“I do,” she nodded. “Though I’m scared. I hear you have to start young.”

“Age doesn’t matter,” I answered, studying the next map. It was a lord’s estate, showing the division of his lands to his peasant tenants. “All that matters is your desire to learn the elemental magics and how much you love cock.”

The girl blinked and her cheeks reddened. I imagined she was a virgin. “Cocks?”

I nodded my head, setting aside a map of a vineyard in Thlin. “Female mages have to love cocks. We worship them, suck them, drink the cum that shoots from them. Our pussies crave their girth plunging over and over into us, and even our assholes tingle to be penetrated. Our magical power comes from a male’s sexual energy. For men, they have to love pussy.” I looked her in the eyes. “Do you love cock?”

“I...” She glanced at her father conversing with Thrak out front. “I’ve never been with a man before.”

“So you have no idea if you love cock.”

“The idea makes me ... wet,” she admitted. “And I stroke myself thinking about it. But my father ... he is very protective of me. He sees my mother in me, and since she died when I was young...”

“Well, perhaps I can help you out,” I told her. A wicked thought plunged into my head. Thrak deserved a little reward for humiliating Saoria. “I know a cock that would teach you if you loved them or not. Then I’ll write you a letter that you can present to the testers, and they can see if you have the aptitude.”

“You can do that?” she gushed, clasping her hands together.

“I can,” I smiled. “I doubt your father would object if I offered to guide you. We’ll just leave out the deflowering your pussy part when we talk to him.”

I set aside a map of the world that hinted of lands to the east. The famed lands of the dawn, the Okuwa Shogunate and the Oppain Empire. Some believed they were myths. Few sailors ever survived the voyages, and their tales were so fantastical many dismissed them as folly.

Beneath it was a map of tunnels. It was large. I had to unfold it several times, spreading it over the counter. It showed successive layers, descending down into the depths beneath the earth, with tunnels and mine shafts, labeled in the harsh runes of the dwarves. I read the top, struggling to remember my runes. “Being a detailed map of Modan’s Deeps, commissioned by the Kings of Azkiria.”

I smiled. This is what we needed. Azkiria was the second-to-last queen of Modan, and this map had been created by her seven husbands—dwarves were polyandrous. One in eight dwarves was female. Their women would marry up to seven dwarves. The females were always protected, kept safe by their husbands. Azkiria’s daughter, Kazodi, had succeeded her as Queen and died when the kingdom fell. It was probably the best map we would ever find. I folded it up and rushed to speak to Linissi’s father.

Acolyte Sophia

I groaned as Angela tipped the candle. The hot wax landed on my naked nipple. I gasped as the hot, sweet pain shuddered through me. “Saphique’s virgin cunt,” I blasphemed at the mix of sensations as the wax cooled over my hard, pink nipple. “That’s so amazing, Mistress.”

Angela smiled at me. “You like the pain, slut?”

“So much, Mistress. It burns then cools.”

Angela tipped the white candle again. The wax splattered between my small breasts, leaving drops of kissing heat as she moved to my other nipple. My pussy itched. My hands were bound together at the wrist and kept over my head by the rope tied to our bed. We were in our room at the Mage’s Quill celebrating Faoril’s discovery of the map.

I knew Faoril, Thrak, and the virgin they found in the marketplace were having quite the celebration in the next room. It was a shame the girl was about to be plucked by Thrak, but the orc wasn’t the worse male ever created.

I had to admit he had some good qualities. He did make me laugh.

“This nipple looks so plain,” Angela purred, toying with my right nipple. Her finger’s caresses sent flutters of delight down to my pussy. “I think it needs to be covered with hot wax. What do you think, slave?”

“I live to serve my Mistress,” I moaned, my thighs squeezed together as I squirmed in excitement. The other globs of wax cooled, soothing the pain the drops had created. “If it would please you to adorn my nipple in wax, then it would please me more.”

Angela grinned at me. She still wore her knight’s armor. It clinked as she turned the candle and the blob of wax fell and landed on my nipple. I bucked and moaned as the burning pain seared my nipple then immediately faded into cooling delight.

My juices flooded out of my pussy. My tart musk filled the room with its sweet delight. I breathed it in over the smell of the beeswax. Angela smiled, her blue eyes twinkling in delight. I loved my Mistress so much.

“Thank you, Mistress,” I moaned as she let more wax fall across my belly, leaving lines and drops of white cooling on my pale skin. I writhed as she moved lower and lower, reaching towards my bare pubic mound and my waiting pussy.

“Mmm, such a beautiful sight,” moaned Angela as she tipped the candle and hot wax splashed right on my pubic mound. The wax pooled, reaching for my clit as it flowed hot across my skin, only to cool before it reached my sensitive nub.

I let out a frustrated moan.

“Does my little slut want to feel hot wax burn her sensitive clit?” Angela asked, her hand tipping, threatening to drop the wax on my clit.

“I ... I do, Mistress,” I groaned, squirming on the bed. “So much. I can’t believe how excited for its burning kiss I am.”

Angela tilted the candle. The hot wax beaded at the tip, the flame dancing merrily above the long length of candle. I bit my lip, trying not to squirm. I didn’t want the drop of wax to miss its target. I wanted that hot, searing kiss on my clit.

I knew I would cum.

“Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t,” Angela said, straightening the candle.

I fought against my frustration and forced myself to say, “If that’s your desire, Mistress.”

Submission was exciting in its own way. Denying my own pleasures and surrendering to Angela’s desires made me so wet. It was an amazing act of trust. I loved her enough, trusted her enough, to put myself completely in her hands. I knew she would only give me pleasure.

Even if it hurt.

“No, I think I have a better idea how to use this candle.” Angela grasped me, her chainmail loincloth clinking as it shifted between her thighs, and flipped me onto my belly. She gave my ass a smack.

Then she shoved the thick base of the candle into my bowels. I groaned and shuddered as it pushed into my depths the length of my little finger. My asshole clenched around it. I wiggled and a drop of wax ran down its length to sear around my sphincter.

“Mistress,” I groaned.

“Now stay still,” Angela smiled as she rose. “I need to fetch the next participant in our game.”

“Participant?” I groaned as the wax cooled. “Who?”

Angela winked at me on the way to the door. She opened it and slipped out. The door closed behind her. My Mistress’s booted footsteps echoed as she headed down the hall to the stairs. I shuddered, my body trembling in anticipation.

Who was she fetching? Xera? The last I had seen of the elf she had taken a mature beauty to her bedroom to have hot, lesbian sex. Xera was between heats, but that didn’t mean her sex drive had decreased all that much.

“Faoril is busy with—”

My eyes widened. Another drop of wax had run down the candle and its burning heat pooled around my sphincter. I groaned and shuddered, my bowels clenching on the candle. Angela had found a way to give me such sweet torture.

Drop after drop of molten wax trickled down the candle and burned my flesh. It built cooled wax around the base. It spread through the crack of my ass, reaching in both directions. Drop by drop, it moved down my taint, caressing the sensitive flesh and growing closer and closer to my pussy.

“Sweet Saphique’s virgin cunt,” I groaned when the first drop seared my labia.

I shuddered as the burning wax trickled down my labia and vulva. I kept my legs spread wide, shivering as each new drop rolled down towards my clit, leaving cooling lines behind. The pain burned through my pussy.

One drop trickled right into my pussy hole. My insides ignited. I bit my teeth, fighting off the urge to orgasm. I hadn’t been given permission to cum. The wax trickled faster as the candle burned lower. Angela was gone for so long and the agony of the wax cooling on my labia and vulva drove me wild.

Then the first drop reached my clit.

I was so aware of the drop working across my labia, crossing patches already covered in wax and then searing new, sensitive spots with pain. I bit my lip as I neared my clit. My little nub throbbed in anticipation.

The pleasure was intense. “Slata’s hairy, whorish cunt!”

My exclamation echoed through the room as I fought against my orgasm. I wanted to cum so badly. The ached burned across my little nub. It hardened and cooled, giving me a moment of relief before a second drop reached my clit.

And a third.

“Sweet Saphique, help me fight this pleasure,” I groaned as more wax trickled across my pussy. I squirmed, the candle shaking, throwing drops off to splatter my butt-cheeks and lower back, kissing me in wonderful pain. “Let me be strong and obey my lesbian mistress’s commands.”

My clit throbbed as it was seared again.

Knight-Errant Angela

I spotted the innkeeper’s daughter sweeping in the hallway, her lithe hips covered by a reddish-brown dress. She was a brunette just flowering into womanhood. Only fifteen, youthful and delicious, and I had noticed her eyes on me during supper.

I recognized the signs of a young girl’s youthful infatuation with a beautiful knight. I had the same excited awakening to the pleasures of my body at the sight of Lady Delilah when I was the girl’s age. My first crush.

It was what drove me to be a knight.

“It’s Alyiane, yes?” I asked.

The girl squeaked and dropped her broom. She spun around, her face bright red. “L-lady knight. I-is there something I can do for you?”

“Maybe,” I purred, moving to her. I cupped her cheek and lifted her gaze. She had blossomed into womanhood, her breasts large and straining the front of her dress. “I felt your gaze on me while I ate dinner. You stared with such intensity.”

“My apology, Lady Knight.” The girl trembled, her lower lip quivering, her eyes wide. My time with Sophia seemed to have twisted some of my desires. I now searched for female companionship more often then male.

Or maybe that was Thrak. I had access to his thick cock whenever I wanted and he made most men seem lacking. Faoril was always happy to share her lover with me.

“Why were you staring?”

“You’re just so beautiful and strong,” the girl gushed, “and magnificent. You’re a knight and yet you are so ... so ... beautiful.”

She said beautiful with such awe. I smiled. “Have you dreamed of being a knight?”

Alyiane nodded her head. “But ... I’m commonborn.”

“That has little to do with it,” I laughed. I touched her between her breasts. “It matters what is in your heart. You could travel to Secare and squire with the Knights Deute, or if you prefer the companion of all women, the Knights Voizu in Thlin would train you. If you desired it enough.”

Her heart thudded beneath my hand. I moved it over and cupped her breast, squeezing through the thin fabric of her dress. Her nipple hardened and a shudder washed through her body. She let out a slight moan.

“Well, do you desire it?”

“I ... I...” She licked her lips. “When I look at you, I wish to be as beautiful, as strong.”

I stroked her nipple through the fabric of her dress, loving the way she squirmed. “You are a beautiful girl. A virgin?”

She nodded her head. “I ... I’m shy. My father keeps me working and away from his guests as much as possible.”

“He doesn’t want you running off thinking you’re in love,” I told her. “A girl’s first time can be very special.”

Alyiane swallowed.

“Are you ready for your first time?” Her nipple was fat. I rolled it through her bodice. Another shudder ran through her.

“I ... I think so,” she groaned. She licked her lips. “With you, lady knight.”

“But don’t fall in love,” I warned her. “I already have a woman in my life.”

“Could I ... love you just for this night?”

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She gasped into the kiss. Then her tongue fluttered out and brushed mine. Her hand touched my armor covering my breast, her fingers sliding across the steel as I pushed her against the wall.

My pussy clenched between my thighs. Sophia was upstairs, slowly being tortured by the candle, the hot wax dribbling down her thighs. I wanted her to be so hot, so excited when I returned with Alyiane.

I couldn’t go upstairs just yet.

I broke the kiss. She sucked in deep breaths, her lips wet and slightly parted, her dark eyes wide. “My lady knight,” she moaned. “That was...”

“Beautiful,” I smiled. There was something so sweet about a virgin. No wonder Sophia was always seducing the young novices when they first arrived at her temple.

My hands grasped her skirt. Her eyes widened as I drew it up her stocking-clad legs. She trembled as I held her skirt up over her waist. Beneath she was naked, her pussy covered by a brown thatch of tangled pubic hair matted by her innocent excitement.

“Are you... ?” Alyiane swallowed.

“Going to eat your pussy until you cum?” I asked her. “Yes.”

“Here?” She glance down the hallway. “Patrons could see us.”

“How exciting,” I purred as I sank to my knees. “Now hold your skirt up for me.”

“Yes, lady knight.”

Her hands gripped her skirt. Her body trembled as I stroked her bare thighs above her brown, knee-high stockings. Her thighs were ivory. Her spicy musk filled my nose as I kissed at the inner slope, savoring her salty skin as I worked higher and higher.

“Relax,” I purred as I neared her pussy. Her scent grew heady. I inhaled her musk. “You will remember this night for the rest of your life.”

I pressed my lips forward and nuzzled at her pussy lips.

“My lady knight,” squeaked from her lips as I took the first lick across her virgin folds. I savored them. I let her juices trickle down into my mouth as I licked again and again. My tongue flicked through her folds as she gasped and squirmed on my mouth. Her eyes fluttered as the delight filled her.