Chapter 8

The fact the her best friend, whom she had a serious case of lust for, was just a few meters away, and was completely aware of what she was about, had Christen panting before I so much as touched her.

Her nipples were poking through her thin t-shirt, her breasts bouncing as she almost dragged me to my bedroom. Sex is mostly in the mind, I'd read, though I vastly preferred the sweaty physical kind.

We kissed passionately, like we were trying to eat each other up. Her mouth tasted of the food she'd recently eaten, and I'm sure the same was true of mine.

As our mouths glued together, our hands were busy tearing clothes off. We delayed taking off our tops, lips pressing against each other and tongues entwined, until our wild gyrations caused us to fall on the bed, and we bounced apart on the springy mattress.

We laughed, looked at each other, and tore the remaining bits away. Just a shirt for me, but beneath her t-shirt, Chris wore a different bra, a light green demi-cup that fastened in front. It was very alluring, and I took her hands away from it, playing with it and tickling her breasts gently from all directions, until she lost her patience and removed it.

I spent an awful lot of time worshipping her breasts, laving every bit of skin with tongue and checking them with extraordinary care, warning Chris that "We need to schedule frequent checks, what with breast cancer being such a terrible danger." She just laughed. Such insensible disregard for medical necessities. Nibbling on her nipples changed laughter to moans and, "Yes, right there. Oh, play with them. Harder!"

I'd always been attracted to faces, and this fascination with breasts was quite new. Doubtless, it had to do with availability. Chris' sultry words encouraged me, and her hard nipples received a thorough chewing out, naughty things that they were.

Chris squirmed and shivered, her hands pushing me down, her hips pressing up, bringing her wet mound against me. I turned the descent from Twin Peaks to River Valley into a tortuous procession of licks, nips and soft caresses.

By the time I approached her crotch, I was in serious danger of losing hair and parts of my scalp from the way her clawed fingers were clutching at my head. I untangled them, and restrained her hands at her side, and pressed my weight on her pelvis, preventing her ass from leaping off the bed.

"Lick me, lick me, do it!" Chris chanted, and I obliged.

Her juices were flowing, and I fastened on her clit, tonguing and lipping determinedly, until her shrieks filled the room, and she convulsed strongly enough to lift both of us from the mattress.

I released her wrists and grabbed her ankles, raising them and spreading her open and wide.

Her red, glistening pussy was leaking juices down her crease, wetting the wrinkled rosette of her anus and dripping down to gather on the sheets. I cast a quick first circle spell, and cleaned her asshole.

I used one hand to hold her thighs up and keep them spread wide, keeping her delightfully soft behind upturned. This was a precious opportunity to investigate, and that is exactly what I did.

"What are you doooing?" Chris moaned as I inserted a finger into her tight little hole, probing about. Another finger soon joined it, and I began moving them in and out rhythmically, occasionally pausing at the nadir to flex and curl about. She tried to raise her butt, but my hand kept her in position.

"Oh, yeah!" her voice grew stronger, "Fuck me with your fingers! Lick me! Oh, right there, again!"

In the space of minutes, I'd worked her into incoherent mumbles and moans again, her fingers digging into the sheets. As my fingers worked her pussy with metronomic precision, I licked up juices down her perineum, and began tonguing circles around her winking asshole, spiraling down.

"God!" Chris shrieked, "That's so dirty! I love it! Stick your tongue in my ass! Fin..." her voice broke into a whining wail as I followed orders.

Her ass muscles rippled, pussy pulsing down on my fingers, and I continued to stimulate her, fingerfucking her pussy and tonguefucking her ass. Her orgasm struck like a breaking tsunami, and she almost broke my nose, hurling my face away. I quickly returned, trying to heighten her pleasure by sticking a finger in her ass and closing lips on her clit, and she screamed like all the tortured souls of the damned, like a fire siren, a rising and falling falsetto wail.

And then she stopped, going limp. I halted my ministrations, suddenly worried. I climbed up her body, unable to resist a quick kiss on a proudly protruding pink nipple, and looked into her eyes.

Chris' green eyes were unfocused and her mouth sagged open, drool collecting on her chin. It was a moment before she recognized me, and the weak smile stretching on her face seemed to require an awful lot of effort. I realized that I was rubbing myself against her, her smooth soft skin feeling wonderful against my throbbing erection, and had an idea.

I kissed her softly on the lips, giving her back some of her own juices, and collected the saliva from her chin and rubbed that hand on the side of the bed, wiping my fingers clean on the sheet. I whispered in her ear, and she perked up a bit, nodding with a sexy look on her face.

"You just about killed me," Chris whispered hoarsely, "you certainly deserve a reward."

I sat down on her belly, my sweat dripping down on her. I'd read about how messy sex was supposed to be, but it was still a surprise. Though strictly speaking, we hadn't had sex yet, and won't for quite some time. Frustrating, but there were still possibilities.

I advanced upwards, and settled my cock between the mounds of her breasts. Grabbing them, I pressed them inward, increasing the friction against my hot erection, and began to fuck her tits. It wasn't as good as her mouth had been, but after a few thrusts, she raised her head and caught my glans with her tongue, and later her lips. Her soft, bountiful breasts were heavenly, and I began to move faster, thrusting harder, my hands on her breasts pressing more strongly. There was no need to restrain myself, and I came hard, shooting on her face and into her opened mouth with a shout of my own. My belated attempt to cast the second circle sterilization spell fizzled.

I rolled off her, moved back to remain in physical contact, and let my breathing settle.

"That was so, so good," Chris said after she'd finish cleaning her face, swallowing the spend. Her hand reaching for me and squeezed mine. "You spend more time down there than my doctor does," she added.

"Ha! You have doctor fantasies, don't you, young lady," I quipped, "You want the evil medical genius to strap you to the examination table, and shove throbbing probes where the sun doesn't shine, right?" I asked, bringing my hand back to her pussy, rubbing.

"Oh, you nasty, evil thing, you," Chris blurted.

"Say, Chris, I'm going to make a big order today."

"Order?" she asked, confused. "Food?"

"No, though I will have to restock the way you pigs eat it up, Ouch!" she pinched me, "No, I'm going to order up lots and lots of sex toys. We need to spice up our sex life," I added in a bland tone.

"Spice up?!" Chris started giggling. "You're a maniac. How will we learn any magic, spending all day in bed humping like rabbits? And what about poor Kris? She'll be so lonely."

"Well, we could always seduce her. Why don't we start working on it today?" I suggested. "Let's go for a swim, and you can forget to wear anything. Steal my Speedos later, to make things 'even', and we'll see how she reacts. A bit of water sport might do some good."

"Ahem," she pondered the matter, "Sounds good. It'll feel so utterly, deliciously wicked to walk around naked. I'll definitely do it! But I do need some support, you know. You guys may love big tits, but they can really hurt. You don't want them reaching my bellybutton in a few months, now do you?"

"You're forgetting something, Chris," I grinned at her. "Physical enhancements, remember? In a month, you'll be fitter than anything human. You'll never sag, and you'll stop needing support. You'll be even more glorious. I'm not sure I'll be able to survive that."

"Oh!" she turned thoughtful, considering things.

"You know," Chris turned on her side towards me, her heavy breasts jiggling, and looked at me intently, "you sounded awfully anti-authority, earlier."

"I did?" I moved closer, using one hand to support my position and the other to play with her tits. "I'm not, not really. The establishment is necessary. Though the Justice System has nothing to do with justice, it does keep a modicum of order, and that's nothing to sneer at. It's better than nothing. Just consider the alternatives. I don't have a better answer. From the outside, it looks awfully simple, but look at it from the inside, and it's fiendishly complicated. Just take a look at the shelf space laws and regulations occupy, and you'll have some idea."

"I don't know, I just thought about it. You know, I'm awfully scared. I mean, killing people, elementals and demons, and I'm falling in love with you," she looked me, a vulnerable expression on her face, eyes waiting.

It was a bolt out of the blue.

"Christine, I care about you deeply, and I like you a lot. I'd like to remind you that you saved my life yesterday, displaying not only incredible bravery, but impossible presence of mind. I don't believe I could have done half as well. I don't know what love is, but by all the gods, if you asked for the moon, I'd find a way to give it to you!"

I'd managed to shock both of us, and we just stared at each other for a timeless moment. Bladder pressure made me move, planting a swift kiss on her lips, "Bathroom!" and moving off.

I thought over what I'd said, and just couldn't find fault with it. It was the bare truth. I may be awfully vindictive, but I try to make sure that I'm just as good a friend as I make a bad an enemy. I didn't really know what I felt towards Chris, but she was certainly precious to me. Love was such a cheap word today, that I was very wary of using it. Every third song wailed away about 'love, love, love', if not quite as well as the Beatles did. I was a not very deep in the closet romantic, and I admitted that to myself, if not to anyone else. I mean, I'd actually read some of those bodice rippers everyone loves to diss. Every guy, at least.

I walked back to my bedroom, trying to think of how to avoid an open heart to heart talk, which would be about as welcome as open heart surgery.

Chris, eyes shining, jumped me with a kiss, and then leaned down and started to play with the fellow down there.

"Oh, it's so cute, all wilted like that!" she kissed it. And then she kissed it again, and took it into her mouth. It was starting to wake up.

"Chris, please," I couldn't believe I was doing this, actually foregoing a blowjob, but... "Kristen is probably getting lonely, and we did want to work on her. Besides," I added slyly, "I'm sure she's pretty anxious to find out that you're still alive and whole, after all the screaming."

"Beast!" Christine said, "You see," she addressed my cock, "he doesn't like you like I do. He likes Kristen better. Why don't you stay with me?"

"Very funny, sweet," I levered her up, "now why don't we wash up, eat and rehydrate. We left a lake in my bed," I pointed.

She giggled, and walked with me to the shower. We ended up cleaning each other very thoroughly, and Chris insisted that tongue baths were an absolute necessity. I'd created a monster. I gave her another orgasm or three, trying to reach her womb with my tongue, and she gave me a blowjob that left me very weak in the knees. Chris actually apologized that she couldn't deep throat, yet. Gods and demons!

We were just as thorough about toweling each other dry, and Chris wrinkled her nose when I put on a pair of Speedos.

Kristen looked at us with a big grin on her face, which transformed into a shocked stare when she really saw Christine.

"You're not wearing anything!"

"We sort of noticed," Christine replies dryly. "It's not like you haven't seen me before," Chris smiled, fingering the bare lips of her sex, "and I don't have anything HE hasn't seen, either. Hell, he's felt me up on the inside. I swear, I thought his tongue was going to come right back out of my throat!"

Kristen's skin may have been light brown, but the furious blush was still quite visible. "Chris!" she choked out, "What's come over you?"

"Well," Chris grinned wickedly, sashaying over to a chair, breasts jiggling and bouncing, "it's more like what came ALL over me, and in me. No, not there," she replied to the flabbergasted look her friend shot her, "at least not yet."

To top that, before sitting down at the table, Chris stuck a finger into her pussy, took it out, and licked it like a popsicle, in and out of her mouth.

We sat down, and started eating, and Chris added, "You really need to try it, Kris, with someone who knows what they're doing. It's so good, I thought I was dying. Five, six times, I sort of lost count. Anyway, you up for a swim after a bit more spell practice, to settle the food down, Kris?"

Kris nodded dumbly, and ate like a doll with half its strings cut, stopping every few bites to stare at Chris, then at me, then back at Chris. Who had trouble avoiding an attack of the giggles.

We settled down back to spell practice, and they absorbed new spells at a startling rate. At this rate, I'd soon have nothing new to teach them. I did my very best to stay ahead, noting wryly that pride was a wonderful motivator to excel. As I did, my worries faded away. Mastering new first circle spells of the circles of life and energy manipulation actually came more easily to me than the girls found the spells I taught them. Breaking circles suddenly assumed a new importance, and I determined to break the first circle of transmutation in the next day or two, and then work on completing all three first order circles.

Twilight had fallen by the time I called for a break, and we went to the pool. The interior of the covered pool was lit by means of a mesh that contained hundreds of tiny lights, which lent the place a seeming of starlight or faerie-lights, a particularly ingenious design mother picked.

Kristen just shucked her t-shirt and shorts, and wore a bikini beneath. I couldn't not look, and saw that she was sleek and very well built, her breasts about half the size of Chris', with ass and legs to die for.

I was starting to grow somewhat aroused, which would be very noticeable in the little I was wearing, so I jumped in and started doing laps, swimming free-style. The girls were huddled together, and I noticed that Chris made sure to have her tits bob above the waterline.

I joined them after a few minutes, feeling the effort, and caught Chris from behind, by her breasts. She squealed and turned around.

"Now you're going to get it!" She dived down, and divested me of the Speedos, swimming away with it held triumphantly above her head.

"Nyah, nyah, can't get me," Chris taunted as I swam for her and she tossed them over to Kristen.