Chapter 6: Heady Perfume

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Warlock Faoril – Drakin Castle, The Haunted Forest

After ten days of traveling through the Haunted Forest, eight since the werewolves and that twinborn witch attacked us, we had arrived at Drakin Castle. It lay just where rumors claimed it would be, up the Kemoh River from the coast. I studied the vine covered ruins, the walls stretching overhead, glimpses of towers and other structures peeking through gaps in the dense foliage above us.

A shiver ran through me. Here, the most infamous warlock of history had lived. The Biomancer Vebrin, creator of some of the worst monsters prowling the world, had used this fortress from some ancient and lost civilization as his laboratory. Here, in this remote place, he worked centuries even before the High King founded his empire and even longer before the Magery Council came together to put an end to rogue warlocks, codifying rules to keep the practitioners of magic from abusing their powers.

“What unusual vines,” Xera said, her ears twitching as she approached the walls. The elf, naked as always, stroked the spade-like leaves. They were larger than Thrak’s hand. “This color is most unusual on a leaf.”

“Plants can show a great deal of differences even among the same species when separated by distances,” I answered, pulling out a vial of Xera’s cum. Biomancer Vebrin was an expert of life magic, and if he left any of his creations behind, having a greater skill in that element may prove useful. I generally used Thrak’s cum which gave me no advantage in any of the five elements. But Xera, being an elf and intimately tied into the element of life, had jizz that would enhance that branch of magic.

“I’ve seen ivy like that,” Angela shrugged. “Not with purple, but with cream at the center of leaves.”

“As have I,” Xera said. “But ivy does not flower.”

Angela looked up at the castle. “We’ll go slow. Be careful. Xera, watch for traps, Faoril and Xan ... I mean, Aurora have your magics ready.” Everyone was adjusting to calling Xandra Aurora. Now that she could turn into a bird, she had chosen her adult name. “Chaun, lyre out.”

“Already out,” Chaun said and struck a boisterous and adventurous chord. The notes hung in the air, stiffening my spine and relaxing my nerves.

Angela drew her sword, nodding to Thrak. He unlimbered his ax and moved up to her. Sophia’s enchanted dagger came out, only tinged with pink. Danger, but not immediate. I rolled my shoulders in my robe and nodded my head.

“Let’s find the last piece of the High King’s sword.”

Thrak

I pushed aside the ivy vines and peered into the castle. Rubble covered the ground, everything coated in thick dust. More vines snaked through the room, crawling in from the collapsed ceiling. Sunlight penetrated through gaps in structure. No hulking trees obscured it from reaching the castle.

I sneezed, shaking my head. “Lots of dust,” I grunted, stepping forward, kicking up the fine powder on the ground. It danced through the sunlight, drifting on the wind. “Nothing has walked in here in a while.”

“Not even animals,” Xera said, ears twitching. She didn’t leave footprints on the dust.

“So how did the sword even get here?” Sophia asked as Angela and I stepped over the ceiling rubble to a rotten door leading deeper into the castle. “I mean, the Haunted Forest is pretty remote.”

“How did any of the pieces of the sword get anywhere?” I grunted. “My people were entrusted ours.”

“As were mine,” Aurora said. “By the fiery lady.”

“Who we haven’t met yet,” Sophia said. “The last member spoken of in the Lesbius Oracle. Do you think she’s here? Waiting for us after a thousand years?”

“Would that make her a form of demigoddess?” Faoril asked.

“What else can live through centuries?” I grunted and opened the door.

The wood disintegrated into pieces, sawdust falling about my arm. It clattered loud on the floor, bursting with more dark powder. I stared at the tarnished handle in my hand then tossed it to the ground and peered through the hallway.

“Elves,” Minx said, her voice lacking her normal exuberance.

“Yes, my kind can live a thousand years,” Xera said. “The eldest of us. Most die in their six to seven hundreds. And the other hermaphroditic races are also long-lived. Gnomes can live even longer than elves.”

“So a demigoddess or an elf,” Minx said, her voice thoughtful. “Like the redheaded elf with the gnome bounty hunter. You thought you saw her once before, Angela.”

“Yes, but how could they be the same one?” the knight said, advancing down the hallway with me. “One we saw running just briefly through the Deorc Forest, the other was a bounty hunter on our trail.”

“Well...” Minx licked her lips. “Maybe I know this red-haired elf.” I turned, seeing her blink. She sneezed, shaking her head, motes of dust drifting through the beams of sunlight lancing around her. “Boy, this place is dusty.”

“What do you mean, you know a red-haired elf?” Angela asked.

Minx lifted her chin. “Well ... her name was Adel ... something. One of those long, elfy names.”

“Elfy?” Xera asked, ears twitching, a smile on her lips.

“And she recruited me for a job.” Minx flipped her dagger in her hand. “To steal the High King’s sword from Angela after she reforged it.”

Angela blinked.

“What?” Sophia gasped. “You ... you...”

“It wasn’t an accident I picked Chaun’s pocket. Though I feared I ran away too well and thought I lost Xera. But she found me with her elfyness.”

“You were going to steal the sword?” Angela asked, her face hardening. “From me?”

“I’m a thief, Angela,” Minx said like it was the most casual thing in the world. She sneezed again. “Ugh, this dust is everywhere.”

“And are you still planning on stealing it?”

“Of course not,” Minx said, waving her hand. “I really wasn’t going to mention it, but...” She shrugged. “Why not.” She let out a giggle, her eyes wide.

Sophia suddenly burst with giggles, too. “She was planning on robbing us. Oh, Slata’s hairy cunt, that is funny.”

“Yep.” Minx grinned. “And Xera would have chased me, and maybe I would have let her catch me.”

“Maybe?” smiled Xera. Then she let out a giggle, too. “Oh, you naughty, little minx.”

Xera scooped up the smaller halfling and gave her a hot kiss on the lips. I blinked, glancing at Angela, whose jaw had dropped. She shook her head, the point of her sword waving as she struggled with it.

“Y-you were planning on betraying us?” Angela said. And then she giggled, too. “Why am I shocked by that? You’re a thief.”

Xera broke the kiss, setting her lover down.

“I know,” Minx giggled. “it would have been this amazing robbery, but then I grew to like you all and ... Now we’re going to kill a dragon instead. So let’s find the piece of the high king’s sword.”

“Sure,” Angela nodded, another giggle burst from her lips. “Mmm, one more piece.”

“That’s it?” I grunted, shocked by how ... nonchalant everyone was acting. “She was holding back this elf thing.”

“She knew the lady on fire,” Sophia said, giggling, “and lied to us. Minx...”

And then I snorted with laughter. Minx just had this incorrigible grin on her face. Chaun struck a thoughtful chord while the snort turned into full laughter. I shook my head, grinning back at Minx.

“So a redheaded elf got Minx involved in the quest, and a redheaded human got me,” Chaun said. “Interesting.”

“So Lady Delilah is the elf?” Sophia giggled. “Oh, Slata’s cunt, that woman doesn’t make any sense. She helps the warlock and turns into elves. What is she up to?”

“Being annoying,” giggled Angela. She leaned against me. “Right?”

I stared down at her large tits swelling the front of her armor, the low-cut breastplate showing off her magnificent cleavage. Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked up at me, a saucy smile on her lips, her red hair glowing in a shaft of sunlight dancing with dust motes.

My cock throbbed. What would those tits feel like on my dick? Behind me, Aurora was giggling about the fiery lady being Lady Delilah with Faoril, my mage wife nodding her head, her nose ring flashing in another beam of sunlight. Sophia, giggling worse, stumbled back and bumped into Xera while Minx did a little dance, shaking and wiggling her ass. Meanwhile, Chaun strummed a joyful song on his lyre.

My eyes drifted back to staring at Angela’s tits. I pictured them soft, spilling about my dick, sliding up and down. My eyes looked around the hallway, the vines wrapped about the ceiling and walls, adding splashes of color. A nearby door, half-rotted away, looked promising.

“We should search in there,” I nodded to Angela. “For the ... uh ... thing we’re here to find.”

“The sword?” she asked with a giggle.

“Yeah ... that...” Those were such lush tits.

Angela sheathed her blade and nodded. She walked to it, her ass wiggling, the thin strip of chainmail loincloth swaying, showing flashes of her butt-crack. Red hair bounced. She kicked the half-rotted door apart, her blue eyes flashing as she gave me a look over her shoulder.

I grunted, setting down my ax and following. I sneezed once, my cock throbbing harder and harder. Damned dust was trying to ruin my excitement. My dick tented the front of my kilt, a large shaft aching to feel those tits.

I ducked through the door. I was taller than the builders. A long room, one end of the ceiling collapsed and forming a pile or rubble. The vines grew in here, too, broad leaves spread wide, the occasional flower open in shafts of sunlight, slender beams shining through tiny holes in the remaining ceiling. They dappled Angela’s body as she turned, her loincloth swinging over her pubic mound and between those lush thighs.

“I think I found it,” Angela purred as I walked to her. She licked her lips, so moist and pink.

“Oh?” I asked, looking around. “I don’t see it.”

She dropped her kite shield to the floor with a clatter then lifted the front of my kilt with eager hands. She found my hard cock, stroking it. I groaned as her grin grew as mischievous as Minx’s. Her thumb rubbed across the tip, smearing precum and brushing my crown’s piercing.

“It’s right here.”

“Yes,” I grunted. “But you have to work it free with those big tits.”

“Oh, do I?” she asked, letting go of my cock. She reached for the straps holding on her pauldrons and breastplate.

As she unbuckled, I moved to the collapsed rubble, sneezing again. My nose tingled as I breathed in. It raced down to my lungs then spread through my body. My cock ached more as I sat down on the rubble, kilt bunched over my thick, swarthy cock.

“Oh, yes, I need that final piece,” Angela groaned, sliding out of her breastplate, unveiling those large, bouncing tits. A beam of sunlight landed right on her fat, pink nipple surmounting her right breast. And then she moved, jiggling it out of the bright light.

Her hips undulated as she walked to me, chainmail clinking and swaying. She cupped her breasts, fingers digging into pillowy flesh as she pushed them up and together. Her fat nipples thrust before her. My cock throbbed hard as I leaned back against the rubble.

“You’re going to have to work so hard,” I groaned as she fell to her knees before me.

“I will,” Angela moaned, leaning forward, her red hair sweeping off her shoulders. And then her soft breasts wrapped around my hard, throbbing dick. She pressed them together, sandwiching my cock between them. Precum bubbled from the tip. “So hard.”

I groaned as she slid her tits up and down my dick, her silky flesh caressing my sensitive crown. Precum smeared on her flesh. My bone ring piercing shifted, adding more pleasure. My balls grew tense. I groaned, loving her pale tits sliding up and down my swarthy flesh.

Her hard nipples rubbed on my stomach. Angela cooed, her blue eyes sparkling as she worked her tits up and down. She stared up at me with such lust. I groaned, my head shifting, brushing the vines growing on the wall.

“Ooh, it is such a big, thick piece of the sword,” Angela moaned. “I can feel the power throbbing in it.”

“So much power,” I grunted. “Keep sliding those lush tits up and down, and the power will drench you.”

“Yes, yes, yes! I love all that salty power.”

Angela slid her tits faster and faster. My balls churned, the pleasure shooting down my cock straight to them. I let the sexy warrior work her tits, her charms so soft. She squeezed harder, increasing the pressure.

My groans grew louder.

Her tits grew slick from my precum. They glided on my dick. My bone ring twisting. My balls boiled. I grunted, back arching as the pressure built and built in my balls. My hands clenched as I loved those tits sliding up and down my dick.

“That’s it, you naughty knight,” I groaned.

“Not a knight.” She gave a wicked smile. “I’m a knave. A nasty, slutty, wicked knave. Mmm, don’t you just love my tits sliding on your dicks? Oooh, I bet my big titties are teasing you so much. Huh? Don’t you just want to explode all over my tits. You do, don’t you? Mmm, admit it.”

“All over them,” he groaned. “I’ll unleash so much power on your tits. Gewin’s mighty cock, Angela, you are making me swell.”

“And throb.” Her tits slid down. My dick emerged. Her tongue swiped across the crown.

My eyes widened. The pleasure from that brief swipe shot straight down to my balls. I grunted as they tightened. The pressure boiled through them. She slid her tits back up, soft flesh enveloping the crown again.

Then down. Her tongue licked.

“Angela,” I grunted. “Gods, yes!”

Salty power spurted from the tip of my cock. It shot up and splattered across her face. I groaned, squirming, the vines rustling as my jizz painted her face. Each eruption sent a surge of ecstasy through my body.

“Yes, yes, yes, so much power,” moaned Angela as my cock bathed her face. Other lines splashed across her huge tits. Cream ran over her curves and dripped from her chin. She licked her lips. Mmm, yes, that’s what I need.”

“But it’s not enough to free it,” I groaned.

“Guess I’ll have to use other methods.” Angela licked salty lips again and then licked at the tip of my cock, gathering a large dollop of creamy jizz.

Chaun

My dick throbbed as I stared at Minx’s small ass writhing in the tight britches she wore. She danced to my music, her body so lithe. The cloth tied about her breasts came loose. Her small tits bounced free, nipples hard, metallic-pink as they flashed through beams of sunlight.

Then, with a saucy laugh, she darted down the corridor, her metallic-red hair flowing and waving. She reached a corridor branch, stopped, shook her ass at me, then darted to the right. I let out a groan and followed after her.

“Ooh, yes, we need to search this place, Chaun,” she moaned.

I passed an open doorway. Thrak grunted as Angela slid her big tits up and down his dick. I didn’t care. I reached the end of the corridor, looking right. Minx, already wiggled out of her britches, pointed at a tapestry surrounded by the vines.

“Look what I found,” Minx giggled, hips shaking. “A tapestry.”

I moved to her, the lithe halfling dancing before me, ass shaking. My dick was so hard, my three balls all boiling with cum. Flashes of a halfling youth, someone she knew from an early age, danced through her mind. A male she had a crush on. I couldn’t see Xera in her thoughts—my powers only let me turn into males, not females or hermaphrodites.

“Isn’t it impressive?” Minx giggled. “Look at it. It must have been here for over a thousand years.”

“Yeah, that’s why it’s so faded,” I said. “But I know something far more impressive.”

“What?” she asked, hips shaking.

I unlaced my britches and pushed down my cod piece. My hard, midnight-black cock flopped out. I moved down, cupping my balls. I felt all three of them swelling my nut sack. I groaned, and said, “Turn around and see.”

She did, my cock right at mouth level for her to suck.

“I’ve seen a dick before, Chaun. I suck on Xera’s every chance I get.”

“But have you seen three balls?” I asked, realizing I had never slept with the halfling. I lifted my cock, showing my nutsack.

“No,” she gushed. “Oh, wow, Chaun. Three balls. Mmm, I’m usually more a pussy with a cock type of gal, but...”

She sucked my central ball into her small mouth, her sapphire eyes twinkling. I shivered, my dick twitching as her mouth went to work. I groaned, my dick throbbing, my hips swaying. I took a deep breath, loving the pleasure shooting through me.

Minx moaned as she sucked, her hands stroking my thighs. Precum beaded from my dick, falling into her hair. Her little hands reached up, grasping my dick. Bronze fingers stroked up and down as she nuzzled and sucked on my balls.

She went back and forth, enjoying each one, stroking me faster and faster. The tip of my dick tingled, ached. She churned the cum in my balls with each of her sucks. Her lips latched onto ball after ball, sucking for a moment, then moving onto the next.

“Oh, yes, that’s it,” I groaned as her hands stroked faster. “You naughty halfling. Oh, you are sucking my balls so hard.”

“You have three of them,” she moaned. “I can’t believe it. I’ve been spending too much time with Xera. I should have fucked you earlier. But Xandra was already around you.”

“Aurora,” I groaned. I gave her that name. My wife had loved it.

“Uh-huh,” she moaned and sucked on another ball.

The tingles raced up to the tip of my dick as she pumped her hands up and down my shaft. My crown ached. Every stroke up my dick built the pressure in my three balls. And every suck of her lips brought each one close and closer to boiling over.

I groaned, my back arching. I peeled off my doublet and shirt as she sucked, wanting to be naked. Dust drifted around us. Every time I breathed in, my dick tingled just a little more. Her soft fingers brought me closer and closer to erupting.

“Gods, that’s good.”

“Mmm, yes,” she purred. “Cernere’s nimble fingers, this is fun.”

“Yes,” I groaned as she sucked on my middle ball, her hands stroking faster, fisting me.

My balls tightened. She sucked, the tingling rush shooting to the tip of my dick. My cock throbbed. I grunted as my cum exploded over her head. Jizz splattered the old tapestry. My body shook, cock bobbing, cum splattering to the right, landing on one of the ivy leaves.

It rustled.

“Pater’s cock, yes,” I moaned as the pleasure shot through my mind.

Aurora Xandra

Giggling with Faoril, we passed through a door that led to a set of stairs. “She would have joined the party to rob us,” I laughed, my eyes dancing. “That is so like her.”

Faoril nodded, her short, brown hair swaying about her face. She climbed the stairs, her ass swaying in her red robes. A hot flush shivered through me as I took a deep breath of the dusty stairs. I ran my fingers along an ivy vine, brushing a flower as I followed.

For a moment, I thought the flower sucked on my digit.

That only made me giggle louder.

“What?” Faoril asked as she reached the top of the stairs, stopping on a landing in the tower, and turned back to stare at me.

“Just thought the flower sucked on my finger like it were a cock.”

“Oh, cock,” Faoril groaned, looking around. “I could use one of those right now.”

I nodded my head in agreement. “Could you make one?”

“Make what, Aurora?”

Aurora. My new name. I loved it when people called me it. Sometimes they forgot, but Chaun never did. I could turn into a bird and fly. It was wonderful. “Make a cock. With your magic.”

“You mean a dildo?”

I nodded my head.

“Sure.”

“How big?”

A saucy grin appeared on her lips. “How big do you want it?”

“Big!”

We both giggled at that, falling into each other’s arms. And then we were kissing. Her lips were hot on mine, her tongue dancing. I shivered as her hands grasped my bare midriff between my skirt and blouse. They slid up, grabbing the hem. I kissed her harder as she slid my top up, hands finding my small breasts, my nipples hard.

Tingles shot down to my pussy. Juices trickled down my thighs. My snatch clenched, aching to be filled by something big and thick and wonderful. I just had to be filled. My poor cunny desperate for the experience.

Stone groaned and ground behind me. I broke the kiss, Faoril twisting my nipples. Rising out of the ground was a polished, stone dick. An exact replica of Thrak’s mighty cock. I moaned as it floated towards us. Then another one rose out of the ground, shaped the same, and met the first. Their bases merged together.

A double-headed stone dildo, shaft smooth as obsidian.

“Oh, we can both enjoy it,” I moaned, my pussy clenching.

“Uh-huh. I need a cock in me so badly.” Faoril shivered, unbelting her robe. The various arcane objects in her pockets clinked as she dropped the garment to the floor.

“How do we do this?” I asked, peeling off my top, my small breasts bouncing free. I shook my head, pushing my sky-blue hair over my shoulders to fall down my back.