Chapter 9: The Avenging Mage

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. Illina – The Edge of the Ten-It Woods

I glowered as I stared over at Monica playing happily with Sir Blockhead and Lady Alloria. This was not what I expected. Monica had a new toy to play with. How would I get her to sleep with Barg now? It would be so hot to have her do that.

To cuckold the knight and to let her indulge in her pleasure. Barg was amazing. He deserved to have fun with other women. Monica wanted him, but now she was over there lost in the threesome, able to indulge in her lusts while staying “monogamous” with Sir Killfun.

“You still have Alloria’s necklace,” Barg said as if he could read my mind.

My hand shot down to the necklace dangling down to my small breasts. I stroked over the amethysts. A smile crossed my lips. “You’re right. I can tease her with this. She wants it soooooo bad. And now she’s bound to that dumb paladin. They’re tied together.”

“I am glad you didn’t arrange for me to screw Alloria,” Barg muttered.

A shiver ran through me. I had done that on my last time adopting the role of Lady Vainya. It was a great scam. I would pretend to be a highborn lady, attend the lavish party the various merchant lords of Raratha threw to show off how much gold they had, and seduce their women into wild romps. I would liberate their jewelry under the guise of foreplay, leave them satiated, and by the time they realized a few baubles were missing, they wouldn’t connect it to the sexy and vivacious Lady Vainya who’d given them so much pleasure. On that last one, I snuck Barg in and had him fuck the woman during the job, sharing in the delights.

But Alloria’s pussy was poison to any men save Sir Humorless.

“Still,” I said, glancing at Barg, “aren’t you a little disappointed you don’t get Monica’s pregnant pussy sliding up and down your cock. She’d be fine to fuck. Mmm, she’s going to start showing. That belly’s going to get around. She’ll be so sexy.”

“A little,” he said. “But not enough to risk the paladin’s anger.”

“I would have distracted him,” I muttered. “Of course, Alloria’s doing that, but Monica will be distracted with him. Ooh, I want Monica licking my pussy like that.”

“We’ll reach Shasti in a few days,” Barg pointed out, stretching out on his back. “She always loves licking your pussy.”

“Because she wants to take me apart and see how I function,” I said. I was alive, but also not. I was constructed. Flesh and blood and clockwork heart. The rhythm picked up faster as I stared down at Barg, my pussy getting juicy. A tingle raced through my nervous system.

“You are a remarkable creature, Illina.” Barg’s eyes flicked over me. “It is always a pleasure for me to gaze upon your visage.”

“Oh, you like gazing upon me, huh?” I asked and threw myself over his waist. I pressed my girl-dick down on him. I ground against him, rubbing my cunt up and down his cock, caressing him. Savoring the feel of him. “How’s that.”

“A delight to experience,” he said, his smile growing. “Mmm, yes, that is just why every man should shower you in riches to enjoy.”

“Why aren’t you?” I asked, planting my pale hands on his midnight chest. My hairless pussy slid up to the pinnacle of his cock. I massaged it right there. I ground it into him, savoring how he twitched and throbbed beneath me. “Aren’t I good enough for you?”

“You are remarkable,” he growled. “Just perfect. If I had the means, I would shower the riches of Seljan’s coffers upon you.”

I beamed down at him. “You know just the things to say to make me happy.”

“And you know just how to squirm on my cock to make my dick ache,” he groaned. “What are you doing to me, Illina?”

“Teasing you,” I said, working my hips from side to side, my cuntlips caressing over the spongy tip of his cock. “I mean, you only wish to shower me in gold. And I wish to fuck you, but...”

“What a saucy wench you are tonight,” he groaned, his words coming out a growl, contrasting with that proper diction and careful way of speaking he had. “I should roll over, pin you down, and ravish your sweet and tender pussy.”

“You cad!” I gasped and shifted my posture. The tip of his cock popped into my pussy.

He let out a growling snarl, pleasure crossing his face.

“I shant let you do that to me,” I said, placing the back of my hand theatrically on my forehead. “What sort of woman of loose morals do you take me for? The kind that would let herself be so thoroughly ravaged by a beast like you?”

“You have the loosest morals, Illina,” he groaned as I slid my pussy another inch down his cock. “But you have the tightest quim. One just aching to be ravished.”

My fingers flexed on his chest as I sank lower down his cock, engulfing it bit by bit. My nervous system drank in the delight caressing my pussy walls. The pleasure rushed through me. I shuddered, my hair dancing from side to side. I anticipated the wonderful bliss that would surge through my body and make me cum.

It would be outstanding. I squeezed my twat down on his cock as I engulfed another inch of him. I swallowed more and more of his cock. It was such an amazing thing to experience. I loved every second of it.

Then I bottomed out on him. I quivered there, impaled fully on his dick. It was the best thing in the world to experience. A joyful delight. I groaned, wiggling my hips from side to side, stirring my cunt around his thick shaft. The pleasure rippled out of me. It was a wild burst of passion. My clit added sparks, increasing the rhythm of my heart.

“Barg,” I groaned, squeezing around him. “Mmm, you just enjoy my tight quim and loose morals.” He grinned up at me. “I plan on thoroughly enjoying every wanton act you wish to perform on my helpless body. I am but a slave to the carnal lusts you churn in me.”

“And I don’t have to enchant my pussy to do it!”

I rose up his cock, the necklace swaying over my chest. My firm titties jiggled. I slammed down Barg’s dick, plunging down to his hairless crotch. He didn’t have a single strand of hair on his body. Only smooth, midnight-black skin. Just a gorgeous man.

A wolfish smile grew on his lips as I ground my clit into him. Pleasure sparked from my bud and raced through my nervous system. It spilled over my thoughts. The gears in my mind churned with delight while my hips wiggled from side to side. I stirred my cunt around his dick then rose up him.

He growled, bestial and passionate. His smile grew wolfish. His dark hands stroked my thighs, caressing them as my muscles bunched and flexed. I slammed back down his dick. The friction sent another surge of bliss racing through my nervous system, conducting the pleasure to my mind.

I loved it. I whimpered and moaned, working my pussy up and down his cock. My necklace bounced before me. It flashed with light. It gleamed and sparkled. Such wonder reflected from it. The campfire roared happily beside us as I pleasured my Barg.

My love.

His eyes stared up at me with such lust in them. He savored my pussy. My tight quim.

“Mmm, yes, yes, just enjoying my loose morals, aren’t you?” I hissed.

“Greatly.”

I grabbed his right wrist and pulled his hand to my mouth. I sucked on his finger, running my pink tongue around it while I slid my pussy up and down his cock. I squeezed my cunt on him. I held him tight. I reveled in the bliss he gave me. The amazing rapture of slamming my cunt down his cock. I took him to the hilt.

Every last inch of him.

“Illina!” he moaned as I slid up his cock.

“Mmm,” I purred and then sucked on his finger again, nursing on it while my pussy clenched around his cock.

“Gods, yes!”

He groaned and growled as I swirled my tongue around his finger. He snarled as I showed him the pleasure of my cunt. His dick twitched and throbbed in me. He would fire so much cum out into my snatch. I would savor every bit of it. I worked my cunt down his cock and then back up him. It was incredible to enjoy.

Over and over again, I plunged my cunt down his cock. I savored taking him to the hilt as I sucked on his finger. I worked it in and out of my mouth. I squeezed my pussy about his shaft, reveling in his big dick filling up my pussy.

I groaned at the rapture that brimmed inside of me. I came closer and closer to that explosion that would burst through me. I gasped, my hips wiggling from side to side. I slid his finger deep into my mouth, giving him just that one last bit of delight.

“Cernere’s black cunt and nimble fingers!” he groaned, and I felt his impending orgasm.

His knot swelled.

I rose up his dick and slammed my cunt down his shaft. My pussy lips hit the swollen base of his cock. A flare of pain mixed with the pleasure. It was incredible. An absolute delight. I shuddered and groaned, my pussy stretching and stretching to engulf his knot. Then I slid up him again, ready to try again.

It was such a wonderful, rapturous delight to experience. I slammed down him again. I groaned around his digit. I sucked hard on his fingers. I loved the feel of him in my mouth as my cunt struggled to swallow his knot. I came closer.

I rose up his cock.

“Illina!” he groaned as I slammed back down.

My pussy lips stretched and stretched, hungry to engulf his knot. I whimpered. Then he popped into me. I engulfed every inch of his dick. He growled. His cock exploded his cum into me. He fired spurt after spurt of his hot jizz into me.

I quivered on him. It was such a joy to experience. My orgasm burst through me, igniting every inch of my nervous system. My pussy writhed and spasmed around his erupting cock. I moaned around his digit, the rhythm of my heart pounding away fast.

This was such a thrill to savor. Being knotted to my barguest was a treat. My pussy spasmed around his spurting cock. His seed filled me. Flooded me. I sucked so hard on his digit as my twat collected his cum and stored it.

“Gods damn, Illina!” he snarled. “Pater’s cock and Slata’s hairy cunt!”

His jizz spurted a last time into me. My orgasm rose towards a pinnacle of bliss. I hung there and then swayed. I pulled my fingers from his mouth. I panted as I stared down at him. My body shivered from the delight. I smiled at him.

“Mmm, that was delicious,” I said, the necklace swaying around my neck as I leaned over him, tied to him. We would be joined together for a while.

“She’s staring at the necklace,” Barg said, his voice a whisper as I lowered myself down to kiss him.

“Good,” I cooed and then planted my mouth on his. I kissed Barg with such hunger, the necklace trapped between us. I thrust my tongue into his mouth.

I squirmed on him in delight, the pleasure racing through my body. My pussy clenched on his dick while my heart’s rhythm beat with such joy. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and danced around. I savored kissing him.

His hands caressed my ass. Lady Alloria’s eyes bored on me. Oh, I had another fun game to play.

Lady Alloria Valis Korvan – Ten-It Forest

We rode until noon the following day, entering the Ten-It Forest proper. We were on the only road into it, leading to a trading post called, simply, the Trades, a place where the elves of the Ten-It forest conducted business with the humans. Other than ships sailing through their territory on the Roytin River from Lake Esh in the Magery of Thosi down to Raratha and the Nimborgoth, the elves didn’t permit any to enter their woods save this road.

I was glad when we stopped for lunch. Not because I was sore from riding a horse all day, which I was, but from how wet I was. I was so horny. For him. Sir Bryce. My pussy dripped for him. As I slipped off my saddle, I left behind a wet spot on the leather. The cream ran down my thighs, a flood of it.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I shuddered, staring at him as he dismounted off his black warhorse. His armor jangled. He wore it all the time. I wanted his cock in me, and it would take an hour to get him out of that blasted steel.

Well, not an hour, but too long. I would go insane from the lust. What had his collar done to me? I shouldn’t feel this way for a man. I shouldn’t want his cock in me. His cum flooding me. Nor should I crave to have his weight atop me, almost crushing me with his virile strength. All hard muscles. There was nothing soft and feminine and wonderful about him.

My pussy burned.

“Slata’s hairy cunt and Las’s thick cum,” Sir Bryce growled. He ripped off his helm and all but slammed it on his saddle horn. He marched towards me, his armor rattling, intense lust burning in his eyes.

I gasped as he shoved me against the trunk of an oak tree. Branches rustled above. An acorn dropped to my right. He sank down to his knees, a knight bowing before a mistress, and ripped open my toga.

He had the loose cloth falling open, exposing my body. My large breasts jiggled as they came into view, red nipples thrusting hard from my bluish skin. I gasped as his gauntlet-clad hands pried my thighs apart, exposing my hairless pussy. The aroma of my tangy twat filled my nose.

Filled his, too.

With a bestial growl, he buried his face between my thighs and feasted on me. I gasped at the whiskered feel of his lips and cheeks on my cunt. His thick tongue churned through my folds with such bold strokes.

“Gods damn,” I gasped, trembling there as he relieved that ache.

“This pussy,” the knight growled, needing me that much.

A thrilled rippled through me. I loved this so much. This was what I needed. Craved. This strong man using my body. No one was sexier. No woman could compare to this hungry man lapping at my cunt. My body squirmed, my disarrayed toga pinned between me and the rasping bark of the oak tree.

“Sir Bryce, yes!” I moaned as his tongue swabbed over my clit.

“Mmm, enjoy, Alloria,” Monica cooed. Her twin braids spilled over her shoulders as she bent down to nuzzle at my right breast. Her lips kissed at the side. “Enjoy every moment of it.”

“I am,” I gasped. Another rush surged through me as Sir Bryce thrust his tongue into my pussy’s depths. The stubble on his lips and chin massaged my labia. “Oh, Gods, I am. Slata’s hairy cunt, that’s good.”

“It is,” Monica sighed in breathy delight.

Her lips kissed up to the pinnacle of my breast. Her tongue flicked out and swirled around my nipple. The Secaren girl stared up at me with her soft, hazel eyes. Her heart-shaped face held such joy in her expression. Then she sucked on my nub.

My pussy clenched around Sir Bryce’s tongue.

“Mmm, that looks fun,” said Illina, sliding out of her toga. She had several knives strapped to her naked body, around her waist, her thigh, and her upper arm. And around her neck, my property. “Don’t you think, Barg?”

Illina toyed with the necklace, stroking the amethyst, mirth gleaming in green eyes. I glared at her. She was spoiling my pleasure. That was my necklace. I wanted it so much. Why wouldn’t Sir Bryce give it to me?

He gave me his tongue, though. I groaned at the sweet rapture spilling through me. I closed my eyes, shuddering against the tree as he swirled his tongue through my pussy, sliding it deep inside of me.

I quivered, whimpered, loving every moment of it.

When I opened my eyes, Illina was licking my necklace’s amethysts, running her tongue over it while she shuddered. Her barguest lover, in his bestial form, had his snout pressed into her pussy, licking and lapping at her.

She held up the necklace and winked at me.

“Cunt!” I snarled and then shuddered as Sir Bryce’s tongue stirred me up.

The swirling delight in my pussy sent me hurtling towards my orgasm. I shuddered at the rapture brimming through me. My clit throbbed against Sir Brice’s bold nose. Monica’s lips sealed tight about my nipple. She sucked with such wonderful hunger. She gave me such bliss, bringing me closer and closer to that powerful explosion of bliss.

I would have such an amazing climax. That bitch Illina couldn’t stop me. I grabbed a fistful of Sir Bryce’s hair, I held him to my pussy as his masculine lips and tongue sent me hurtling towards that explosive rapture.

“Yes, yes,” I hissed. “Sir Bryce!”

“I know,” Monica cooed between licks at my aching nipple. “He’s such a good pussy licker. Enjoy him.”

I was.

His tongue slid to my clit. He swirled around it. I gasped, a wave of delight washing through my cunt. He sucked and nursed on my bud. My pussy clenched. I came closer and closer to that orgasmic delight bursting through me.

I hit that wild peak.

I climaxed.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Gods, that’s amazing! Slata’s hairy cunt!”

The pleasure rushed out of my pussy. My cunt cream gushed out, a wild flood that surged into his hungry mouth. He licked and lapped up my cream with his wild hunger. I groaned, quivering through the bliss of his licking tongue. My head tossed from side to side. My breasts heaved.

Juices surged out of me and into his hungry mouth. His stubble rasped over my pussy lips as he feasted on the flood of my passion. The wonderful sensation sent rapture shivering through me. My body bucked. My breasts heaved together. I groaned, loving the bliss that washed through my flesh.

“Oh, Gods, yes!” I howled.

“Enjoy, Alloria,” Monica moaned, her eyes bursting with delight for me. She was such a delicious girl. The type I would turn into my pussy-licking slut.

But I was the one turning into a slut. For Sir Bryce.

“I want your cock!” I whispered, knowing it would take too much time to get out of his armor. That he would have to endure his lusts while I would be momentarily satiated. “When we camp, I’m going to make you cum so hard, Sir Bryce.”

“Yes, you will,” Monica purred in support and kissed me.

I hit the pinnacle of ecstasy as I moaned into her lips. That wonderful height of rapture. Her hands squeezed my tits. I bucked and shuddered, my breasts jiggled in her grip as the rapture surged over me. It was amazing. A wild delight to enjoy. I squirmed my hips back and forth, grinding my pussy on Sir Bryce’s lips.

Then I crashed into panting bliss, satiated. For now. I had one itch satisfied, and I would have another. My necklace. I would get it back from Illina. I would have it around my neck. I would stay young and beautiful forever.

For him.

Leywife Monica

“That was a noble thing you did,” I told Bryce as he rose, his face drenched in Alloria’s pussy juices.

He grunted. “What choice do I have? These magics...”

“I know.”

“Yes,” Alloria panted. She stared at him. “Thank you.” Azure darkened her cheeks. “I ... I don’t normally...”

Then she threw herself at him and kissed him. She pressed herself against his arm. Her tongue thrust into his mouth. He groaned, his arms wrapping around her. Mailed hands grabbed her naked ass, her toga spilling to the ground behind her.

I smiled at the sight of them. Their two spells were changing them both. It frustrated them, but I hoped it would bring about something remarkable between the two. This Lady Alloria was a selfish and vain woman. Driven to such desperate and dark acts to recover the necklace so she could stay young and beautiful.

But there was grace in aging with dignity. In becoming a woman ripened into maturity. A mother who took pride in what she had accomplished in her life. I held my stomach and watched my love kiss Alloria.

I knew he was frustrated, and not just because he had a cock that needed release and it took too long to don and doff his armor to strip it off during our short lunch break. He was a man who didn’t like to be leashed against his will.

He was the type of man who would gladly leash himself. To an idea. A woman. His wife. He had devoted himself to her like he now devoted himself to me. But with Alloria’s help, maybe he could see that devotion did not have to be exclusive.

We could love each other and have our delights on the side. My eyes slid over to Illina staggering back from Barg. I wouldn’t come close to slipping up like I had that night in the tavern, but with Alloria’s help, maybe I could enjoy Barg, or other men and women.

With Bryce’s blessing, of course.

And he could enjoy other women, too. We could share them. It would be such a wondrous thing. So while I felt a great deal of pity for them both, I hoped that they would adjust and grow from this. I hummed as they broke apart.

“Well, who is hungry?” I asked brightly.

Stefan Halian

“Pussy!” Verdik snarled.

The shade sniffed at an oak tree. One of many in the Ten-It Forest. We’d entered it a few hours ago, my horse, Magistrate, traveling faster with my life magic sustaining his muscles, banishing his exhaustion. The shadowy thing looked more dog than goblin as it’s insubstantial hands tried to claw at the tree.

“Fresh pussy! Here! Here!” The goblin threw a look at me, eyes wild with spectral hatred. “Fresh! We’re close! I can smell it. A few hours! We find them! Kill him! He needs to die! He killed me! He slammed that sword through me. Bastard! Kill! Kill! Kill!”