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Empire Of Pleasures Ch. 01

By: Paul Lucas



Chapter One:  The Apprentice

Uhrla eagerly drew her moistened lips up and down, thrilling at the throbbing shaft vibrating along her tongue. The prisoner above her moaned and writhed, quietly clinking the chains that held his hands fast above his head. Her hands kneaded his testicles, massaging the seed they held. How she longed to taste his salty cream, the ultimate proof of his love...

She doubled her tempo at the thought, the prisoner crying out softly. Her other hand working furiously beneath her skirts, the base of her thumb vibrating on the nub of her womanhood. Copious droplets of moisture raced each other down her thighs as she moaned sensuously around his shaft.

She had never imagined sucking a man could be so exquisite! She had done it before, and it had been pleasant enough to hear her partners groan and writhe at every flick of her tongue. But she had never imagined it could bring such incredible sensations as these! Every time he thrust into her mouth she felt an electric shock of pleasure echo in the depths between her legs. Oh, Seasons, she wanted to keep him deep in her throat forever...

Unfortunately, she still had to breathe. Very reluctantly she disengaged from his satiny hardness, coughing for breath. She looked up at the handsome young man, pumping him slickly with her hand. He could not have been more than a few turns of the Seasons past twenty Autumns, with a long shock of auburn hair and smoothly chiseled features. His chest heaved. He looked so intensely male, so...perfect.

“C-come for me,” Uhrla pleaded. “Sow your seed in me! Gods, there is nothing I ever wanted more in my life.” She meant that, every word of it. She arced her back, sliding his member along one of her engorged nipples through the fabric of her dress. “Please!”

The young man’s voice was breathless but steady. “You must do something for me in return.”

“Anything!”

“Free me.”

“Of course. Of course!” She clamped her lips back over his engorged head, licking wildly. He shivered and groaned. He must be so close! Oh, Seasons, of course she would free him! It would be easy enough to seduce that oafish, over-muscled guard and sneak his keys away. Then she would steal this perfect male out of the castle and into the heart of the night. 

Once he was out of those chains and safely away from his tormentors he could finally take her as a man should. She imagined him throwing her onto a bed of soft sand deep in a secluded oasis she knew of, rough hands ripping open her dress and clutching madly at her breasts. Powerful hips nudge her thighs apart, his molten shaft plunging deep between her legs, sliding into quivering folds already drenched in anticipation...

The thought made her groan loudly around him even as she took his manhood as far into her throat as she could, sucking hard. That sent him over the edge. Crying out, almost laughing in ecstasy, his hips shook then went rigid as his orgasm crashed down upon him, releasing his first jet of seed. Her moaning transformed into muffled screams as she peaked, experiencing the most incredible sensations in all her life. Her inner walls contracted hard around her fingers as she lovingly swallowed his gift.

Powerful hands grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her abruptly away, her lips disengaging from her lover with a loud pop. “No!” she screamed as successive spurts from the young man landed on the hem of dress and then on the cold stone floor. “No, wait!”

His seed was supposed to be hers! Hers!

She thrashed wildly against the arms holding her, sobbing uncontrollably.

A tall, impossibly handsome man strode into the cell, frowning at her. He turned toward the prisoner, one snowy brow cocked high, his tone mocking. “I thought the Order forbade its followers from using our magicks like that.”

The prisoner glowered at him. “I would not have done it, Entos, if not absolutely necessary.”

Entos nodded, walking up to Uhrla. “Hmf. You have spoken more than once of how important it is to warn the Eleven Worlds of my awful threat, Tully. Of going back to your Tholena and the Father Trees on Ximenes. No doubt you thought that doing so was important enough to ignore the most strictly-enforced rule of the Order: You must not use Ecstasy magic to Seduce someone into loving you.”

The prisoner winced at Entos’ words, making the older man laugh. “Your conscience no doubt tortures you for what you did to her, but I find it, well, encouraging.”

Uhrla shuddered, the longing in her still unquenched. She knew they were talking about her, but somehow it did not matter. All she could understand was the pounding of blood in her temples and the rush of heat to her loins whenever she looked upon the young man. Tully, the tall man had called him. His name hadn’t really seemed important, before. “Please...” she whispered.

The Lord of the castle looked down upon her, a bemused smile forming. “Do you love him, servant?”

She nodded desperately. “Yes. Seasons, yes. I would do anything for him! Anything...”

Tully seemed to shrink into himself. Entos laughed at the prisoner. “Don’t tell me that kind of power over another person doesn’t give you even a small thrill, my young apprentice?”

“Of—of course not,” Tully said.

“Odd, that you stutter those words when you are usually so eloquent.” The tall man walked up and stroked Tully’s cheek sensuously. “You do find it exciting, buried somewhere deep in your false morality, don’t you? Like everyone, you find the forbidden arousing. And forbidden Power can be quite an aphrodisiac, even for people such as us. After all, sex is about power...”

“No. Sex is about love, about pleasure...”

“Oh, spare me the Order propaganda. Sex is survival, about your blood being carried on to the next generation. Sex is a vicious conflict carried out by our most basic instincts, a quiet battle most of us fight all our lives without ever knowing its true nature. Every partner is a conquest or a weapon to be used. Sex is a war, Tully, simple and pure.

“The vast majority of people in the Worlds are slaves to their sexual instincts, and often obey their baser impulses without thinking. We Ecstasy Mages, with our training and magicks, rise above this and place those instincts at our beck and command. That is what makes us the better of the mundanes. Even better than the other Sorcerous Orders.”

One of the guards grumbled. They were both tall and thick, steel taut muscles flowing smoothly beneath perfect skin. Their hauberks bore the sword-on-axe crest of the Order of the Body, a guild of mages dedicated to using their magicks to push their physical selves to perfection and beyond.

Tully knew their very presence here was insane. Body Mages and Ecstasy Mages had been mortal enemies since the fall of the Empire of Pleasures three hundred years before. Why would they be working for Entos?

Entos dipped his head momentarily in the guards’ direction. “The Body Mages have also risen above their baser instincts, in their own, if limited, way.” The guard scowled at the semi-insult, but said nothing. Entos continued. “Sex is not a higher calling, Tully. Your mistress has been blinded by generations of Order propaganda. Sex is war, and seduction a weapon. Every woman who has heard a suitor plead for her charms knows this. Every prostitute who has ever blackmailed a customer knows this. Every courtesan who used his or her wiles to bed themselves into high positions knows his.

“The Pleasure Emperors knew it too, except their powers allowed them to do far more than just bat an eyelash or swing a hip. They used their magic to turn the sexual drives of those around them into weapons of conquest, to turn seduction into a world-capturing campaign. Within a generation they had Seduced kings, wizards and generals into handing them the reigns of power on all Nine Worlds then known. It only made sense. For what mundane could ever resist the power of the greatest sex they would ever have, repeated over and over and over? An addiction far greater than any drug.”

Tully shook his head. “The Empire of Pleasures didn’t last. Entos, you have to see that trying to recreate it is insane. The Pleasure Emperors barely lasted three generations before the mundanes tore them down.”

Entos sighed. “Yes, that is unfortunate. I admit they were short-sighted in many ways. They believed that ruling from behind the scenes would be enough, that taking potential enemies to bed was always an unfailing strategy. They did not act to overtly wipe out powers that could still challenge them, like the minor wizard guilds they failed to seduce into compliance."

“Like the Order of the Body,” the grumbling guard interjected. The Body Mages had been instrumental in breaking the Order’s grip on civilization, and later in driving it underground and hunting the remaining Ecstasy Mages to near-extinction.

“Indeed,” Entos said to the guard. “That is why I have worked so long to secure this alliance between our guilds. The original Pleasure Emperors did not realize until too late how resistant your kind is to ecstasy magicks. Seasons, some of your guild Masters might as well be undead given how easily you can shrug off sex spells.”

The guard stood straighter at this, obviously in pride. Never mind he was being compared to wraiths and liches.

“But I will not make the same mistakes,” he continued. “This time, the Body Mages are on our side. With them acting as our agents, we will be able to crush any force myself or my followers aren’t able to Seduce.” He smiled broadly at his prisoner. “And I want you to be part of it, Tully.”

“I thought I was just bait to lure Tholena here.”

“You are, and until I saw you Seduce this stupid girl that’s pretty much all I thought of you as. But maybe I can get through to you after all.”

Tully pulled his lips into a grim line. “And maybe if you accidentally kill Tholena before you get her secrets out of her you’ll at least have MY knowledge of the Father Trees.”

Entos laughed. “You are bright. I can see why your mistress is so taken with you. But think about it. There’s no reason why you have to end up on the losing side when all this is over.”

Tully did his best to look defiant. Entos regarded him, then turned to Uhrla, looking her over from head to toe. “Ah yes. But we can’t have you trying to escape again, can we, Tully? If you had any other teacher I would consider you a non-threat. But as a student of Tholena’s its possible you might even seduce one of our guards into helping you.”

“Hey!” the Body Mages shouted as one.

“You two are only tenth-circle adepts. Little more than pumped-up soldiers. That’s why you’ve drawn such a low duty as guarding the prisoner tower. I imagine Tully would have to work at it, but its not impossible he could have you eagerly sucking him as he did this servant girl.”

“I--I do not do that with men,” one of the guards stammered.

“You’d be surprised how very little your preferences would matter once you were caught up in an ecstasy spell. Still, I’m going to have to give our prisoner here added incentive to remain compliant.”

Tully’s gut suddenly felt watery. He knew—he hoped—his training would allow him to endure any torture Entos could inflict on him. The path of Ecstasy Magic required a great deal of physical and mental discipline, after all. Still, it was not something to look forward to. He barely kept his voice steady as he asked, “What are you going to do?”

“Watch.” Entos waved his hand at Uhrla. Tully felt magic flow in the room around them, focusing on the servant girl. “The morality you so desperately cling to, Tully, can be a more effective chain than anything made of metal.”

Uhrla cried out as sensations she never believed possible suddenly poured through her. Her inner folds blazed with an inferno of desire, lubrication streaming freely down her thighs. The center of her womanhood sparked lightning-like flashes of pleasure through her entire body with every heartbeat. Her nipples crinkled harder than stones, the feeling of the fabric of her day dress brushing across them indescribable.

The entirety of her skin flushed hot and moist. The universe outside of her body shrunk to nothing. All of existence became nothing more than the waves of hot, wet ecstasy undulating through her with each shuddering breath she drew.

Her hands shot to her cleft, desperate for relief, her fingers instantly drenched by her own fluids. She screamed in disbelief as she felt nothing, not even the slightest pressure, no matter how hard she rubbed.

“That will do you no good,” Entos said to her. “Nor will jamming anything into your folds. What you feel is entirely in my control.”

Another storm of unearthly sensations smashed through her. She spasmed and sprawled desperately onto the floor and hunched her hips skyward, as if in a desperate plea to the gods to relieve her. Her hands clutched uselessly at the cold stone of the walls trying to find purchase that was not there, her nails snapping themselves jagged.

Tully shook his head at his captor, horrified. “What are you...?”

Entos ignored him and squatted beside Uhrla. “Do you want to climax, young lady?” he asked, as if he were offering her a stale biscuit at morning meal.

“Gods!” she barely managed to squeak. “Y-yes! I—Aaahh!—I can’t stand this! Yes, please—Aaaaaahh! Gods! AAAAAAAHHHH!” Her words devolved into pitiful mewling screams as her hands squeezed hard enough on her folds to draw blood, trying futilely to reach the orgasm her body screamed for.

Entos slid a dagger from his belt and lay it on the straw-strewn floor beside her. “Take the knife and plunge it into your heart, girl, and you will find the release you so desperately long for. There will be no pain, just the most incredible pleasure you will ever experience.”

“What!” Tully strained against his chains, finally realizing his captor’s game. “Uhrla, no!”

Entos straightened. “An interesting contest, don’t you think?” he said to his prisoner. “Which do you think will win out, her sexual needs heightened beyond human endurance by my ecstasy spell, or her instinct for self preservation?”

Uhrla heard the words and realized all their implications, but they did not seem to matter. The nub of her womanhood burned hotter than the sun, crying for release like a damned soul. It was torture beyond any whip or needle.

She couldn’t stand it anymore. Seasons help her, she just couldn’t!

Tears flowing freely down her cheeks, she tremblingly reached for the blade.

“Don’t!” Tully cried. “Gods and Seasons, fight it!” Tully began summoning his own sorcerous power to help her.

Only to have his spell blocked easily by Entos with a simple gesture. There was little doubt who was master and who was apprentice here.

Another wave of hurricane-force sensations shuddered through her and all conscious thought was lost. She became nothing more than a grunting animal, ruled by only instinct and overwhelming, irresistible need. Clutching the weapon tightly, she hesitated only for a single, trembling breath.

In one smooth motion she slid the cold metal into her flesh until it pierced her heart.

Entos had lied; there was pain, a lot of it, but it wasn’t important. The world exploded into universes of white-hot ecstasy even as blood spurted high before her vision. Impossibly, exquisitely, her entire body spasmed violently in orgasm, as if every inch of her skin was as the center of her womanhood. Her most intimate folds clenched with impossible orgasmic strength, and Uhrla was vaguely aware of blood gushing from between her legs as well as her chest.

Uhrla crashed limply onto the floor, the ecstasy draining freely along with her life’s blood onto the cold stones. She heard Entos laughing, far away. Her last sight before the darkness was of Tully. As her vision blurred into nothingness, she thought of how handsome he looked, even with cheeks awash with tears.

Empire Of Pleasures Ch. 02



Chapter Two: The Harlot-Slave

Tah-ri bowed low as her master entered the tent. "Nightfall greets you well, Great General Jor-Gal-Hu-ri."

A bold lie. General Jor looked tired, ragged, irritable. His heavy steel armor bore many new scratches and was nearly painted over in spatters of caked dust.

But harlot-slaves did not speak ill of their master no matter the truth, if they wanted to avoid quivering in agony under the lash. Jor had never done that to her, but enough past masters had, so she had no desire to risk such punishment from him.

He sighed wearily. "Is my bath ready?"

She bowed. "Yes, great lord, but it may not be as warm as you like. I did not expect you so late. I always do my best to anticipate your needs, but..."

Jor grunted noncommittally. "I suppose I should be grateful I have a bath at all, this far from the One Ocean. One of the sacrifices of the battlefield. Help me off with this armor, Tah-ri."

She moved quickly to obey, careful not to let her master see her momentary scowl. Helping him with his armor was supposed to be the task of Fha-Ke-ri, his page, who was doubtless off on another over-night errand for the general. The boy would soon be able to out-pace an elk with all the running the general had him do these past weeks.

Stripping the general was a sweaty, time-consuming job. The heavy armor had been acquired at no small expense from a Darlani merchant, who had to send away for experts through the Gate to his homeworld of Ximenes to complete the task of custom-fitting it to Jor's physique. The metal and craftsmanship was far and away superior to anything that had ever been produced here on Zanrina. Why, the metal did not even rust!

But then, everything of any real worth came from off-world nowadays. The imperial powers of the worlds of Tao and Ximenes commanded the best craftsmen, smiths, and mages on all the Eleven Worlds, and used them to forge powerful trading monopolies in other, less-advanced realms.

Her outfit was also from off-world, forged by an artificer Mage from Tao. Beads and minor jewels spiraled down her body and one leg on single gossamer-like string, with stylized flanges of pewter and steel strategically placed to barely cover her nipples and nether regions. Thankfully, it possessed a minor dweomer that allowed it to effortlessly cling to her body; otherwise she would pop out of it every time she took a deep breath.

It also served the function of clearly displaying the twin tattoos on her shoulder blades that marked her not only as a harlot-slave but as property of the house of ri.

Tah-ri carefully took the sword from her master, propping it up against the map-table. Three feet long with a simple cross-bar guard and a long handle, this was one artifact that did not come from off-worlders. Handed down for generations in the ri family, it was rumored to be magical, bestowing upon its bearer unusual skill and striking power. The metal tingled under her fingers as she propped it up against the general's map-table.

When Jor was finally nude and satisfied his armor was properly stored for the night, he quickly immersed himself in the broad wooden tub. Tah-ri had painstakingly brought the water to the tub a single waterskin at a time from the nearby spring that fed this small oasis that served as the forward camp for Jor and his men. She had dutifully tended the small fire underneath, keeping the water at a pleasant temperature, until she ran out of the general's allotment of firewood for the day. This far from the One Ocean, wood was almost as rare as open water, and not even the Potentate's top military man could afford to waste too much frivolously. In the morning, the horses and other beasts in the retinue would be given the remaining bath water as part of their rations.

Jor stood up again, water cascading off him, and Tah-ri moved quickly to scrub and lather down his body with crushed soap flowers. One secret to avoiding the lash is to anticipate a master's needs without being told.

Her hands moved efficiently up and down his body, hardened to steely proportions by decades on the battlefield. This was one duty she did not mind at all; feeling his taut muscles gliding under her fingers always pleased her. Jor was so powerful, in so many exciting ways.

Her soap-covered hands eventually found their way to his manhood, stroking up and down its length. It hardened swiftly. A pleasant tingling sparked in her folds as she worked his shaft in her palms.

She wondered idly if her master knew how physically magnificent he was. She had seen and handled many male hafts since coming of age, but none had ever compared to Jor's. Over two of her hand-spans long, and so thick she could barely encircle her fingers around it. She wondered idly if its size had been enhanced by sorcery. She had heard of some of the high landholders doing that. Not that she minded, if it were true. She shivered as she remembered all the nights of incredible pleasure his member had given her...

She tore herself away from his manhood and soaped up his sack, which elicited a low moan from his throat. When she finished his legs he immersed himself again. He lay back against the side of the tub and Tah-ri began cleansing his stubly hair. Both were acutely aware of the head of his erection bobbing just above the water's surface, but ignored it for the moment. Jor liked to anticipate his sex.

"The nomads are devils, Tah-ri," he muttered after dunking himself to rinse his scalp. "Something or someone is stirring them up. I am almost sure it is that new off-world fop Entos. If only I had proof. I can never understand why the Potentate chose to give a clanless alien like him-a Ximenian, at that-overlordship of the Ki-nar-ii Valley. Water is precious enough this far from the One Ocean without a scheming devil like him controlling one of the few major oases out here. But one private negotiating session with him, and somehow that off-world devil got the Potentate to award him an entire fief..."

Jor scowled for a few moments, then continued. "Be that as it may, we thought we had the nomad scum today. We pursued them half-way across the Great Desert, it seemed, only to be led right into an ambush."

"Oh, no, my lord!" Tah-ri gasped, trying to sound sufficiently horrified. "I trust you soundly defeated them, no matter their treachery."

"Aye, but it was much more difficult than it should have been. They had magics my mages had difficulty countering." His countenance darkened. "Off-world magics, I am sure of it! I lost over a hundred of my best men. A hundred!"

"I'm sure you will pay them back a dozen times over for such humiliation, great general."

He spun toward her, an acid scowl painting his features. Tah-ri knew instantly that she had said exactly the wrong thing. "Humiliation?" he growled, grabbing a fistful of her long blond hair. "I will show you humiliation, slave!" He pulled her roughly into the tub with him with a loud splash.

"M-my lord!" She quavered, shedding tears of pain as he wrenched her hair. She was terrified that he was so angry that he would drown her.

Instead, sitting up, he brought her head to his crotch. "Suck me, slave. Give me a reason not to have you lashed."

She responded by instantly taking as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could. Her tongue molded itself around the sensitive head, eliciting a loud groan from her master.

It was her fault. All her fault! She should have been more careful with her words!

She bobbed her head slowly up and down, sucking hard on each upstroke. He loosened the grip on her hair and instead began stroking her head in time with her rhythm.

Jor was a great man, a powerful man, one of the most important in all the Potentate! Why should he tolerate the unintentional insults of a lowly harlot slave? He had every right to use her in any way he saw fit!

But, Seasons, she did not want to feel the lash! She would do anything not to feel that kind of pain again!

Jor throbbed powerfully between her lips, and she tasted salt as a small drop of his male gift escaped. The general began growling again, but this time in pleasure, not anger.

Tah-ri removed the coverings from her breasts and pressed her hardened nipples against his thighs. One hand cupped and massaged his sack-growing heavier by the second-while the other moved behind it, into his nether opening. He began to thrust his hot organ powerfully in and out of her, as his growls turned into guttural shouts every time he hit the back of her throat.

Seasons, the way he just used her made her burn! The friction of her nipples against his bare skin was driving her insane. If only she could spare a hand for her own pleasure...

Finally, Jor grabbed her head and held it immobile as he buried himself in her as far as he could go. He screamed as he jetted his first pulse of seed into her. Tah-ri gulped at the hot liquid greedily, sucking hard at each spurt as she milked it from his shaft.

When he was fully spent she popped his member from her mouth. She was finally able to slip the fingers of one hand toward her own crotch, making her gasp as contact was made with the sensitive flesh. She fearfully looked up at him. "Did--did I please you, Great General?"

His eyes held a dreamy look until he noticed what she was doing. Then his scowl returned. "Tell me, Tah-ri, do you burn with desire?"

"Yes, my lord. My folds burn to feel you in them." Her fingers redoubled their efforts at the thought. She slowly rose out of the tepid water, with the intent of impaling herself on his still-erect organ. "Seasons, they burn so hot for you..."

"Turn around. Place your hands on the rim of the tub."

Surprised at first, she hesitantly did as he bade her. Looking over her shoulder up at him, she asked, "My lord, what...?"

Without warning he thrust one finger deep within her womanhood. She shuddered at the exquisite sensation. But as pleasant as the action was, it was not what she desired most. "Please, my lord, I beg you, ram yourself into my gates. Take me, as my Master should. Oh, Seasons, please..."

"Silence!" he commanded as he withdrew the finger and immediately plunged it to the hilt into her anus. She gasped in shock. She was hardly a virgin there-past masters had made sure of that-but Jor had never been aroused by such games. In the year since he had purchased her, he had never once penetrated her there.

She looked back as he removed his finger and saw him rubbing his shaft generously with crushed soap-flowers. Thoroughly lubricated, he spread her rounded buttocks with his hands and brought his throbbing manhood to her nether opening.

He hesitated on the verge of penetration. "Do you want this, slave?"

"Master?"

"You may answer honestly without fear of reprisals. Do you want me this way?"

She hesitated. He had asked that only once before, on the very first night she had been brought to him. He made it clear that she could say no, if she wanted. If so, she would be assigned to the kitchens or to the stables, and would not be bothered by his sexual advances ever again. But if she said yes, she would have to give herself over to him completely, be available at all times, to pleasure him unhesitatingly at his whim.

She had been taken aback. No master in her young life had ever given her a chance to decide her own fate! Her head swirled with the possibilities. To no longer have her body used for someone else' convenience, whether she liked it or not. To do work-even a slave's work-that had meaning and worth beyond the momentary throbbing of her master's penis...

But she had said yes to him. She had no skills at anything save lovemaking. Any slave's lifespan could be miserably short, but at least a harlot-slave's had more material comforts than her mundane peers.

She realized later that those arguments had been mere rationalizations. In truth, she had said yes to Jor because he was the most incredibly exciting man she had ever met, with confidence and intelligence sparkling behind his eyes that few men in her experience had ever possessed. But more than that, he had given her a choice, a brief moment of true freedom! The greatest gift any master had ever presented her.

Later on that first night with him, when she felt his rough soldier's hands gently but insistently exploring her body, she knew she had chosen the right path...

"Yes, great general," she answered. "Please, take me wherever you wish. I am the property of the House of ri. I am yours, always."

He was pleased by her answer. He grabbed her hips and slowly began to push forward. Tah-ri grunted as the shaft slowly made its way inside. She was out of practice at such techniques. It was not painful, not exactly, but it did cause her some discomfort.

Slowly, as she relaxed her anal ring, the sensations began to turn pleasant. His manhood was so hot, his movements so insistent. The way he lusted for her sent shivers down her spine. She moved one hand down to her sex...

"Hands on the tub, slave!" he growled, the harsh edge to his voice suddenly returning. "Move them again without permission and its the lash!"

"Yes, master!" she squeaked.

Finally, his steady thrusting buried him in her to the hilt. No longer gentle, he began positioning into her with wild abandon, grunting and growling at the tightness of her. Tah-ri's groans joined his, the warm water of the broad wooden tub rhythmically splashing over the sides in small waves. The liquid swishing back and forth over her sensitive nub made her loins burn all the hotter. Mother of the Seasons, she longed to rub her inflamed sex against something. Anything! The feelings he was filling her with were quickly turning unbearable.

Having already spent once, Jor lasted an incredibly long time, but eventually the sensations became too much for even his stamina. He pulled almost out of her, making her cry in anguish, before thrusting into her one final time, his hips slapping hard against her quivering moons. He cried out in primal ecstasy as his male gift splashed hard into her rectum.

Tah-ri cried out too, as much in frustration as pleasure. She desperately thrust her hips back at him, trying to rub her sex against his leg, his sack, anything with which she could relieve the sexual tension burning so hotly in her. Seasons, his seed was so hot as it seeped out of her around his member...

Jor remained in her until he was fully spent, then slowly withdrew. When his manhood finally exited her with a muffled slurp, she felt incredibly empty. She looked back at him, eyes imploring as she emphatically pushed her sex back at him. "M-master, Great General, please, I am so close. C-could you... Oh, please..."

With a loud splash the general straightened to his full height and stepped out of the tub. Grabbing both her wrists in one large fist, Jor dragged Tah-ri out after him. She barely retained her balance as she stumbled over the side and hobbled after him, her legs still trembling with hard desire.

Jor grabbed up a rough length of rope and quickly lashed her hands to the thick central tent pole. She was tied in such a way that her fingers were immobile and interlocked, wrapped around the pole. Jor then roughly sat her down on the ground. She looked up at him, pleadingly. Was she to be lashed after all?

Jor squatted next to her, a hand immediately descending to her sex. He caressed her folds and licked her ear long and lovingly. Tah-ri arced her back, trying to lean into both his hands and tongue at the same time. "Oh, yes, great master! Aaah. AAH! Seasons, so close..."

He suddenly withdrew and stood up. "No!" she cried. Only another heartbeat, maybe two, and she would have been over the edge!

"You are a good slave, Tah-ri," the general said quietly, almost gently. "A thoughtful servant and an exceptional lover. But you must learn to control your words. I know it was just a slip of the tongue, but if you had called my defeat a 'humiliation' in front of anyone at court, I could have lost a great deal of face."

"Master, please forgive me! No one else heard! A minor transgression, surely..."

He nodded. "I know. And that is why you receive a minor punishment only. You will remain there, your desires unquenched, until I decide whether you've learned your lesson in the morning. You cannot use your hands tied as they are, and I do not recommend using the pole-it was cut only a few days ago and is still quite rough." He moved a brazier laden with fire coals close to her for warmth, then bent down to kiss her gently on the forehead. "A fair night to you, harlot-slave."

"Master..." was all she could whisper as he turned away from her and buried himself in his sleeping furs on the far side of the tent.



Empire Of Pleasures Ch. 03



Chapter 3: The Ecstasy Mage

The stranger chuckled. "Why yes, I DO find it amusing that everyone here would run screaming for their lives if they knew the truth about even one of us. Hart here hides behind an illusion, you, Tholena, behind your unassuming appearance, and I, well..."

Tholena grimaced. "And you are hidden by a horror beyond imagining. If the situation were not so desperate I would never in my worst nightmares truck with the likes of you."

The stranger laughed again. "Odd words coming from one whose ancestors once enslaved the Known Worlds." He lifted his tankard to his lips. "You should relax more. My kind and yours are both outcasts, but apparently you still take everything so seriously. We should indulge ourselves, enjoy the pleasures of the flesh while we can. Who knows when we'll be on the run again? You've hardly touched this wonderfully pungent ale, for instance. It reminds me of a tavern in Borcharia I used to frequent a century or so ago. I was a chancellor, then..."

Tholena clamped her hands over her ears, fighting down a shiver. "I have no desire to hear who you once were. Seasons, I don't. Now are you going to help us or not?"

"I haven't yet decided. Tell me your situation again and I'll contemplate it."

Tholena shifted uncomfortably, exchanging a worried glance with her companion, Hart. The gigantic Stag-Man only crinkled his muzzle in confusion. He towered well over seven feet, sporting a huge muscular frame topped by a large and generously-antlered deer's head. He was magically cloaked in the image of a tall but mundane human laborer. Tholena worried constantly that they would stumble onto some hedge wizard or another with the ability to penetrate her amateurish spell and their mission would be reduced to the two of them running for their lives. She was expert, really, in only one type of magic. With mainstream spells like illusions she was little better than a twelfth-circle initiate.

Their table companion was incredibly handsome, a tall, raven-haired man with an easy smile and perfectly-chiseled features. He wore the cloak of a wealthy merchant, and freely tipped the serving girl an entire silver crown just for fun. He seemed constantly amused at some private joke, enjoying his role immensely. Little did anyone in the crowded tavern suspect that his kind was the fuel of sleepless nights of terror all over the Eleven Worlds.

But then, so was she.

Tholena sighed. "Very well. My apprentice, Tully, had been sent out to try and find other Ecstasy Mages and tell them of our Sanctuary in Barracca Woods. He was only supposed to travel to several nearby kingdoms. Imagine my surprise when I learned he had gone through the Gate to Zanrina here. He is a good man, but he has become so headstrong in the past few years..." She sighed. "Then I learned that he had been captured by a renegade from my Order. Tully and I have a, well, link of sorts. In certain circumstances, even if off-world, he can contact me through my dreams..."

"A spectral link." The stranger nodded, pursing his lips. "Unusual for one not of the Dreamwalker Guild. Those usually require a powerful emotional bond, such as, oh, say, true love. Hardly what I would expect from someone in your Order. A lot of animal grunting, certainly, but..."

Tholena glowered but continued. "The impressions I got from Tully paint a grim picture. This renegade knows I will come after my apprentice, as I did before, in Tragaria three years ago."

The stranger gaped, his humor momentarily broken. "That was you? I'd only heard rumors of what happened there, but if even half of them are true... Did you truly change the sex of the entire garrison and induced an orgy among them just to get at your apprentice?"

"Aye," Hart said, dipping his great antlered head to lap at his mead. "I was there, and it was hardly as easy as it sounds."

"Interesting," the stranger said, sitting back. "That makes you the most powerful of your kind I ever heard of. But if you command that kind of magic, why do you need me? It seems you could take care of this renegade yourself, or perhaps Seduce a more, heh, conventional wielder of magic into helping you."

"There's much more to it," Tholena said. "Tully is bait in a trap. The renegade wants me to come to his stronghold to capture me and learn my secrets. He's gained allies that would make that very possible."

"And who would these allies be?"

"The Order of the Body."

"Surely you and your Faerie chum there could handle a few outlaw Body Mages on your own."

"You don't understand. He doesn't just command a few over-muscled rebels. He's made a secret pact with the ruling body of the Order itself."

The stranger's eyes widened. "Their entire guild has thrown in with this renegade? I find that hard to believe. Your kind and theirs have been enemies for centuries. Why the sudden change of heart?"

Tholena's gaze drilled into his. "Because of the power he's promising them, I imagine. He wants to re-create the Empire of Pleasures, with them as his enforcers. He does not want to rely on pure subtlety, as the original Pleasure Emperors did. This time he wants the Great Seduction to be open and unbreakable."

The stranger was thoughtful for many minutes. Finally, he set his mug carefully down on the table and pursed his lips. "That's-"

A large, burly soldier banged open the tavern door, pushing a small girl ahead of him, sending her sprawling onto the earthen floor. She clutched the tattered remnants of her clothes close to her, her raven hair filthy and matted. Tears brimmed her eyes, her lip quivering. She could be no more than fourteen.

Hart rose to his feet, fists doubling, but Tholena restrained him with an outstretched arm. The last thing the two of them needed was to draw attention to themselves. If they were exposed, every bounty hunter and mage-for-hire in the region would descend upon this sleepy town on the shore of the One Ocean looking for their heads. 

The soldier laughed and called for ale from the barkeep as he gathered up the girl by her arm with an iron grip. He was taller and broader than anyone in the room save for Hart and wore the badge of one of the local landholder's troopers on his leather hauberk. A few in the tavern called out his name. Gul. A regular, apparently.

He dragged the girl to the bar, and without ceremony lifted her to sit on its wooden planking. She hugged herself tightly, shivering. "Look here, lads!" Gul called to the other patrons. "Look what I got here!"

Tholena' eyes narrowed on the girl. The scratches she bore, the broad rents in her clothing, the way she shook and held herself so tightly...

Seasons, no. No.

Hart growled low, only to have Tholena tighten her grip on his massive bicep. They couldn't interfere. They couldn't. If they exposed themselves in any way...

The other patrons began gathering around the soldier, asking about the girl. The soldier just laughed. "Her father could not pay the House of ri's humble tribute. And worse, it was not the first time he had so offended one of the Potentate's most noble and generous landholders! So we caved in his skull and took the only thing of value that hovel-dwelling soil rat had on his entire plot-this winsome little creature! That should serve as a profound lesson to his flea-ridden 'freehold' neighbors not to defy their clan betters!"

Tholena's fingers dug so hard into Hart's flesh the Stag-Man started at her in alarm.

No. No, she couldn't do anything. Why, in many parts of the Eleven Worlds, the girl would already be married off and pregnant. Brutality of this sort was just the way of the Worlds, as common an occurrence as the cracking of a cooking pot or two drunks squabbling...

One of the patrons, a pot-bellied wagon driver, licked cracked lips as he leered over the half-naked girl. "What are you going to do with her?"

"Why, she's to work in the Great General's kitchens a few years to pay off her worthless father's debts. That's where I'm taking her... eventually." He gave the other patrons a saucy wink. "Me and my men already had some fun with her--ten or twelve times at least!" The last was a boast, as if he had done most of it himself. The girl's shivering intensified as the others laughed along with the soldier. "But since I got stuck escorting her to the castle, I thought I could wet my lips with some ale and make some profit at the same time. You can all have a go at her, if you want--for five copper crowns each!"

He tore off what remained of the girl's clothes, making her squeal in abject terror. Her soft chestnut skin sported fresh, fist-sized bruises across her thighs and the flat of her chest. As if large, coarse weights had writhed on top of her for hours...


Without even consciously realizing her actions, Tholena was already pushing her way through the men as they began squabbling over who would go first.

Gul noticed her walking toward him, barking out a laugh. "Ha, lad, come to get a taste of the sweet flesh? Tell you what, if this is your first time I'll shave a crown off the price!"

It was a common enough mistake, given Tholena's deliberate, glamour-crafted plain looks. Small breasts, only a slight curve to her hips, short black hair, and loose clothing could easily suggest a male just into adolescence to an inattentive observer. "I am not a boy," Tholena corrected.

The soldier narrowed his eyes, studying her face closely. "Why-so you aren't! Well, what do you want, then, wench? Join in the fun?"

Tholena's eyes slitted. "You will let that girl go. Now."

He gaped at her for a moment, stunned, then laughed even louder. Many of the patrons joined him. "And how do you propose to get me to do that, wench? Bleed all over me as I beat you senseless?"

"I am an ecstasy mage."

The laughter stopped.

The men mumbled nervously and drew back as one, leaving a broad semi-circle around the bar with Tholena, Gul, and the girl in the center. The crime of being an Ecstasy Mage carried the penalty of death by torture in almost all of the nations on all the Eleven Worlds. No one would dare claim to be one unless it was the truth.

Surprisingly, someone in the crowd found the courage to speak. "Hey! There's a bounty on ecstasy mages! All we have to do is..."

Tholena cocked an eyebrow toward the speaker. The fat wagon-driver. Without warning his hips convulsed forward violently and he collapsed backward onto the ground, his manhood quickly swelling to full erection and jetting his seed almost immediately under his breeches. He writhed and yelled as the damp spot in his clothes grew larger by the moment, a dozen and more orgasms tumbling down his large frame one after the other, each one building on the intensity of the one before. He managed to squeal out a pitiful, "S-stop! Please..." as he arced his back in a painful rictus of spasms and crested for the thirteenth time within a hundred heartbeats.

A few years ago it would have taken all of Tholena's concentration to summon such a spell. Now, after years of tutelage under the Father Trees, it was as simple as drawing breath.

The crowd drew back with a collective groan of fear. Tholena smiled wickedly. "So, you big, burly adventurers wanted a moment's pleasure by forcing yourselves on a wounded child. Far be it from me to deny you. As a matter of fact, let me give you all the pleasure you can stomach." 

With a casual wave of her hand all of the men save Gul collapsed to the earthen floor as if hit by a wave. Within moments they were all convulsing and spurting into their clothing as unrelentingly as the wagon driver.

Tholena turned toward the girl's prime tormentor. Gul worked his jaw in terror. "Wha-what did you..."

The ecstasy mage shrugged. "A straight-forward ecstasy spell, inducing as much pleasure as their bodies are capable of handling. They will ejaculate themselves into unconsciousness. Do you know how painful that can be? They will be incapable of even passing water without agony for many weeks to come, I imagine, and will hopefully think twice about ever contemplating such horrors again."

She spared a glance toward her table companions. The handsome stranger's shoulders shook as he just barely held back his laughter, but Hart was already on his feet, stripping off his cloak. The girl, mesmerized by the men caught up in the ecstasy magic, started when the Stag-Man wrapped the thick fabric over her naked form. The girl hunched her shoulders and drew back from him, shivering.

"I swear I will not hurt you, or allow anyone else to do you further harm," Hart said. "I swear upon my soul."

She searched his eyes, apparently surprised by the genuine compassion she saw in them. After a few heartbeats she tentatively held out her arms for him to help her down. He did so as gently as he could, mindful of her injuries. 

The girl smeared away a river of relief-filled tears along the length of her arms.

Tholena turned back toward Gul. The soldier's limbs, previously frozen by fear, suddenly found life again. He turned to run. He took only a few strides before he stopped dead and bounced back, hitting an unmovable invisible wall. He sprawled painfully onto the floor.

The dark stranger walked up, casually stepping over bodies now barely twitching, his hands still glowing from the just-cast barrier spell. His grin stretched from ear to ear. "Oh no you don't, my pungent friend. I have a feeling she has something very special planned for you, and I want to see what it is."

Tholena cracked her knuckles. "Seasons, do I."

Gul crawled toward Tholena, groveling in terror. "P-please, great sorceress, d-don't hurt me. Please. I don't understand why you're so angry. I thought your kind celebrated sex..."

Tholena nodded. "Of course we do. Sex is one of the most wonderful experiences in life. It is an act of pleasure, of passion. It celebrates joy and life, cements the foundations of love, and is the sacred spring from which all that is human comes."

Her voice turned glass-shattering hard. "But rape is not sex. It is not about love or pleasure or even lust. Rape is violence and terror and power over those weaker than you. When you forced yourself on that child, you didn't want to feel the pleasures of sex--you could have done that with your own hand, or with a prostitute, or even a willing partner, though I imagine the last proves difficult for a pig like you to find. No. You wanted to feel powerful. Is that what you felt when you murdered her father and ripped open her virginity? When she writhed in agony under you, did you crow to yourself what a master of the Worlds you were?"

"P-please!" Gul blubbered. "I-it wasn't like that!"

"That girl's tears speak volumes more than your empty words ever will." Tholena's hands began glowing as she summoned the magic to her.

* * *

The stranger was still laughing as he rode with Tholena, Hart, and the girl out of the village on the dusty caravan road. They crested a rise, and behind them the thin azure line of the near shore of the One Ocean straddled the horizon. Barely a thousand miles at its widest, it was the only significant body of water on the entire world of Zanrina. Two days' ride was all it took to leave its relatively thin zone of life and enter the scrub-grass dominated highlands and the High Desert that dominated most of the planet.

The girl rode side-saddle behind Hart on his stallion, taking obvious comfort in the close proximity of her proclaimed protector. With all that she had just been through, Tholena would have thought that the last thing she would want was to so closely hug a strange man. But then Tholena had seen the girl very tentatively, very briefly, reach up to feel Hart's antlers.

She had penetrated the illusory disguise Hart wore, perhaps from the first moment she had looked into his eyes. Tholena had heard that people who had suffered great shocks could perform such feats, their awareness heightened to extremes by their trauma.

Men were the ones who had killed her father and brutalized her body. But Hart was clearly no man. The girl could take comfort in the Stag-Man's alienness in a way she never could from her own kind, perhaps ever again.

"I have not had this much fun in decades!" the stranger exclaimed. "What you did to that oaf-it was masterful! I expected somewhat that you would change his sex, after what I heard you did at Tragaria, but I did not suspect you had the power to induce compulsions like that!"

"It was no less than that murderer and rapist deserved."

"Yes, but--horses?"

"It's true. No man or woman-or child-will ever interest Gul again. Instead, our transformed soldier will be driven into a sexual frenzy every time he--SHE, now--lays eyes upon a male horse. Her loins will burn with unquenchable desire until a stallion spills its seed in her. As she found out much to her sorrow and joy when she exited the tavern and spotted the horses tied up in the stable."

"Those townsfolk got quite a show. Well, at least she did our horses first." More chuckles.

"Indeed. I imagine she's still going at it, with as many horses in the street as that town has." The stranger barked out another round of laughter, but Tholena's mood darkened. "That will distract the townsfolk for now, but too soon word will spread about what happened to him and the others inside the tavern. Every bounty hunter within a thousand leagues will descend upon this area looking for me."

"I could simply incinerate the entire town and everyone in it," the stranger said, casually lifting a fist already glowing brightly with magic power. "That way no one will talk."

Tholena's stricken expression was answer enough. The glow in his hand died away. "Or perhaps not. I do not want our new alliance to get off to a sour start."

"So you will help us after all?"

He nodded. "Mostly for my own reasons, but also for a price I will name later. Don't worry, I won't ask you to do anything in payment that would compromise your righteous standards. And if the last hour was any indication, all this might prove very amusing indeed."

"Very well. I have little choice," the ecstasy mage said, suppressing a shudder as she reminded herself of the kind of creature she now rode next to. "Perhaps we should discuss our strategy, then."

The stranger rubbed his chin. "I've been thinking about that. The first thing we need is someone on the inside, whom this renegade of yours will not readily suspect. I imagine not all the Body Mages are happy with their Order's new alliance. If we can find just the right one, preferably someone tall..."



Empire Of Pleasures Ch. 04



Night fell and the main fire pit slowly burned down, plunging the tent into a gloomy twilight. Tah-ri could sleep only fitfully, thanks to her uncomfortable position and the emptiness still aching in her.

Tah-ri shuddered involuntarily awake in the depths of the night as some of Jor's seed slowly seeped out of her. Her dreams had flashed again and again over how Jor had taken her, how hot and demanding he was thrusting in to her, his shaft moving in her with relentless rhythm...

She rubbed her thighs together, trying without success to bring some friction to bear on her sex. Thinking and dreaming of him had done nothing to abate her need for release.

She glanced over at Jor, who was snoring softly. She desperately longed to go to him, to slide her naked body next to his. But of course, she couldn't. She didn't even dare wake him to beg for relief. It was true he had never lashed her, but that did not mean he never would if inadvertently made angry enough.

She looked around, desperate to find some way to quench her inner fires. Perhaps her feet; she was fairly flexible. Her training as a harlot slave under her mother had included a great deal in the art of dancing to entice her future masters, and raw dexterity, to delight them. But, sadly, she soon discovered that she was not quite flexible enough. She could sit on her heels, yes, but the position was too uncomfortable to take much pleasure from it.

Looking around anxiously, her gaze suddenly settled on Jor's family sword, nestled in its scabbard by the map table. Her eyes grew wide, regarding it. The sword with its wonderful, long, vaguely penis-like handle and pommel. If she stretched way out, she could barely reach it with her toes.

But dare she? Her master would be angry if he found out. She would be lashed for sure. But the desires in her empty, empty womanhood were becoming unbearable. She fought with herself about what to do for many long minutes.

The more she contemplated the sword, the more she lusted for it in a way she could not quite explain. Almost as if it were calling her, strumming quiet music only her blood could hear. Maybe she would just have to be very, very quiet...

She extended her foot and tipped the sword over toward her, catching the crossbar quietly and expertly in the nook of her knees. She smirked. Perhaps all those dancing lessons had a pay-off for her after all. She stole a glance at her master, who thankfully still slept, oblivious.

Tah-ri flexed her knees outward, slowly using her toes to inch the pommel of the heavy sword toward the nadir of her furry patch. She bit back a soft cry as it made contact with her ribbon of pink flesh. The metal did not feel cold at all. It felt as warm and tingly as it had before. It felt not unlike a man's probing haft, hardened to supreme stiffness by lust for her...

She flexed well-practiced hips up and down, up and down, trying to work the thick knob of the rounded pommel into her wet nether lips. When it finally popped in, Tah-ri shivered and gasped sharply. At last!

She thrust herself back and forth minutely at the weapon, working up the lubrication to slip the weapon in further. Her breathing accelerated and her heart raced as it penetrated her an excruciating hair's breadth at a time. It was nowhere near as exciting as her master's magnificent tool, of course, but it would do. She smirked as a wave of pleasure shuddered through her as she felt its tingly warmth slide under her cervix. It would definitely do.

Finally she worked the entire length of the handle in, and her toes on the scabbard managed to twist the crossbar up at such an angle that she could rub the center of her sex against it. It took only a few heartbeats of the warm steel on her over-sensitized nub to create an overwhelming orgasm. "S-seasons, yes!" she exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. "Aaaaahhh! Gods and Seasons, I can't believe--!! AAAH!" She convulsed and went rigid, her inner folds gripping the sword's handle with spasm after spasm. She had to bite into the meat of her forearm to keep her loud whimpering from waking Jor.

She used the sword to visit two more delicious climaxes on herself, then gripped the sheath with her toes and slowly withdrew the weapon from her body. She panted breathlessly in satisfaction for a few heartbeats, then slowly, excruciatingly worked the sword into some semblance of its former position propped up against the map table.

- - -

Tah-ri was unaware of how or when she fell asleep just a few heartbeats later, only that it was a deep and satisfying slumber.

Which she was yanked abruptly out of as someone violently wrenched her by her hair. She began to cry out at the pain, only to have a massive hand clamp over her jaw. A cruel, strangely-inflected voice hissed, "Well, looks like the General there has some kinky habits."

Tah-ri's eyes darted back and forth. Darkness still veiled the night, and she could make out three silhouettes towering over her. Two were male, one tall and slender and the other massive and burly. It was the latter who held her. The third had definitively feminine curves.

The woman bent close enough to Tah-ri so she could make out some features. Reddish hair, freckles, light skinned. An off-worlder. She quickly and expertly cut Tah-ri's bonds loose.

"Listen closely," the female said, her thickly-accented voice razor sharp. "Cry out or disobey us in any way and you will suffer much agony at Ghend's hands." The huge muscular man smiled wickedly and wrenched her hair painfully for emphasis. "And you will answer our questions quickly and truthfully. Do you understand, slut?"

Tah-ri nodded quickly, her bladder barely resisting the urge to void itself. Oh gods, was this how she was going to die?

The tall, thin man protested, "Don't call her 'slut.' See those tattoos on her back? She's a harlot-slave. It is a profession of some respect, even for a slave." He was the only one of the trio who spoke with a local's tongue.

The woman rolled her eyes. "I little care for what you Zanrini think of your sell-slits, Ar-Ihl-dar. Where I come from, a slut is a slut."

Ar-Ihl-dar crossed his arms. "And that is exactly the sort of thing why you Ximenians will never be welcome here, Rylhan. If you off-worlders can't respect our customs..."

"Enough!" the woman hissed. "We are not here to discuss your gods-shitting customs!" She turned back toward Tah-ri. "So you are the General's little slut, right?"

Tah-ri glanced furtively at Jor, still sleeping soundly in his cot. Why had he not awaken with all this commotion in his very tent? Why had the guards just outside not noticed these three intruders? Had they been ensorcelled somehow? Had...

"Answer!" the woman called Rylhan snarled. Ghend pulled back on her hair violently.

"Y-yes!" she squeaked through tears of pain and terror. "I am his harlot-slave. I am the property of the House of ri. Don't hurt me, please..."

"How long have you been his, slut?"

"A-about a year."

"Is that his sword there?" she pointed toward the weapon leaning against the map table. "The one that his family has had for generations?"

"I think so, yes."

"By the First Clans!" Ar-Ihl-dar exclaimed, reaching for the weapon. "Finally! The legendary Sword of the Trickster! If only those idiot ri had any idea of what they had in their hands. Only my sorcerous research uncovered..." He made a disgusted face as he hefted the blade. "Gods, the handle is all sticky! Doesn't that fool even know how to properly care for his weapons?"

Rylhan canted Tah-ri's chin back toward her. "One more question, whore. You will tell me who I look like, if anyone."

Tah-ri slitted her eyes, confused. "I don't understand."

"You will." Rylhan stood and walked over to the obliviously slumbering Jor, her form redly illuminated by the still-glowing coals in the copper brazier by the cot. She gently lay a hand on his temple, and chanted cryptic words Tah-ri could not understand. Suddenly the woman's form sparkled and shifted. Rylhan became shorter, her hips wider, her breasts swelling from apple to melon size. Her hair turned raven-feather black, spilling down to her waist. Her skin darkened from her sickly pale off-world hue to a richer, duskier, more Zanrini-normal color, until she was only slightly lighter than Tah-ri herself.

Tah-ri's bladder finally lost its hold on her fluids. Ghend made a disgusted sound as urine gushed down her legs.

Dark magic! A sorceress! She yelped a quick prayer to the ghosts of the First Clans. Rylhan-maybe all three of these intruders-were workers of magic! Like all sensible Zanrini, she had always given wizards a wide berth, no matter how useful they may be to the Great Houses at times. Anyone who trucked with their kind without special protection always experienced fates of doom, torture, and sorrow.

Jor! she silently pleaded to her master. Wake up, please, and slay these monsters! Oh, Seasons, please...

The transformed woman clucked with disapproval as she cupped her heavy new bosom through the cloth of her shift. "Big breasts. They always fantasize about big breasts. Didn't any male in the Worlds ever suckle enough as a child?" She turned toward Tah-ri. "Now, who am I?"

Tah-ri surprised herself when she was actually able to find her voice. "I-I don't-" Her eyes narrowed. "Wait. You look like-but that's impossible. She's over forty autumns old, and you are not even older than me, now."

Rylhan slapped her hard. "Who am I, slut?"

The coppery taste of her own blood filled Tah-ri's mouth. "Lady Ru-El-Nik-ri, my master's first wife, the head of his household and holdings."

Rylhan nodded. "Ah. No doubt I look now as she did on their wedding night. Hmf. Not only is your 'Great General' a fool, but a romantic fool as well." Her eyes slitted cruelly. "Have you realized yet that I am an ecstasy mage, slut? The spell I just cast gives me the form of the General's greatest desires and feelings, of his most powerful sexual dream."

She caressed Tah-ri's cheek almost gently. "Part of my talents also include sensing the feeling of others, and yours are as obvious to me as dawn breaking the night. In your own stupid, sluttish way, you love General Jor, don't you? You would willingly do anything for him, wouldn't you? Hells, I bet you already have. But tell me, whore, how does it feel to see that his greatest sexual and emotional desires have nothing to do with you at all? That when my spell probed his mind for images, there was nothing of you in them?"

Tah-ri looked away. Rylhan's words stung more than she could ever have imagined. "I-I am the property of the House of ri," was all she could think of to say.

"You should also know that I will now Seduce your 'Great General,' and will make him my unquestioning sexual slave. He will fall in line with the will of my Master as all the other nobles and sorcerers on this pathetic backwater eventually will. I just want you to know that I will be slipping his manhood deep into my folds, milking his seed for me and me alone, long after you are worm shit buried in a shallow grave no one will ever find." She glanced at Ghend. "Kill her."

The large man's blade flashed into his hand faster than Tah-ri could see as he viciously pulled back on her hair, fully exposing her throat. Tah-ri was too choked by terror to even scream.

Ar-Ihl-dar's hand shot out, staying Ghend's wrist. "Wait. I want her." 

Rylhan scowled. "This is not the time for misplaced lust. Your stealth spells will last only a little while longer. She will slow your escape."

"You are not from Zanrina," Ar-Ihl-dar explained. "My house and the House of ri have been feuding since long before any of us were born. It my right under Zanrini custom to claim booty in any victory over our rivals, and making Jor-Gu-Hal-ri a docile slave is definitely a victory for the House of dar. You are off-worlders and don't understand how valuable a commodity a well-trained harlot-slave is. She's the most valuable thing here besides the sword, and Entos will insist on keeping the weapon for himself. It is my right under Zanrini law to take her as spoils."

When Ar-Ihl-dar saw the disapproving frowns on his partners, he sighed. "And I will split half of my promised fee from Entos among the two of you in exchange for her. Fair?"

Rylhan's head dipped, followed a moment later by Ghend's. "Fair," Rylhan said. "But you two must go. Now! And for the Seasons' sake keep your new slut quiet!"

With almost superhuman efficiency Ghend bound her hands fast with loose linens and gagged her securely. Under dire threats of great bodily harm Ar warned her not to try to resist in any way just before he threw her over his shoulder and the two men dashed out of the tent. Tah-ri managed one last glance back at Jor as she was carried away, only to see Rylhan dropping her tunic and slipping her impossibly perfect form next to his on the cot.

Tah-ri's tears blurred the rest of their flight.

- - -

Tah-ri was vaguely aware of passing sentries standing senseless as if in a stupor, completely unaware of their presence as they ran into the nearby hills. They came across a secluded notch in a cliffside where three fully-provisioned horses had been hidden away. Ar-Ihl-dar roughly threw her across one as the two men mounted and galloped away.

Dawn was just licking the horizon as the horses were finally allowed to slow to a trot, and then stop just under a secluded rock outcropping in a remote valley. "We will wait out the day here," Ar-Ihl-dar announced to his partner. "A few well-placed illusions and wards and we should be safe enough from detection."

They left her on the horse as they dismounted. Ghend held the animals as Ar-Ihl-dar stood, waving his hands in various patterns and chanting words completely unknown to Tah-ri. His digits glowed, and Tah-ri could barely make out dull flashes of light at the mouth of the valley. No doubt the illusions he spoke of to conceal the valley from prying eyes.

The Zanrini sorcerer turned toward the other male. "Just be careful not to break the wards. You can sense them, yes?"

Ghend shrugged. "Vaguely."

Ar-Ihl-dar smirked. "And you call yourself a Mage."

"The Order of the Body demands a great deal of discipline, and there is little time for cross-training."

Ar-Ihl-dar rambled over to the horses and pulled Tah-ri down. After he untied and ungagged her, he threw a waterskin in the sand at her feet. "Here, girl. Drink."

A thousand insect stings numbed her hands as circulation slowly flowed back into them. Her throat parched, she clumsily grabbed up the water skin and drank greedily.

"Don't try to escape," Ar-Ihl-dar warned her. "Not only would that displease my partner and me greatly, but there is no other source of water besides us for quite a distance. Even if you somehow got away you would be food for the scavenger wyverns within a day at the most. Now, what is your name, girl?"

She wiped the excess water from her mouth with her hand. "T-Tah-ri."

"Not anymore. You are now my property, and as such you now belong to the House of dar. Your name is now Tah-dar."

"No," she said weakly. "There has been no proper exchange. I am still the property of the House of ri." She stood up, almost defiantly. She was still in a grip of fear, but now a spark of anger had risen to join it. If there was one thing she was absolutely sure of in her life, it was her status as dictated by every custom she had ever known. Nothing this monster could say would change it. "I belong to the Great General Jor-Gu-Hal-ri."

Ar-Ihl-dar's hand exploded from his side, smashing her forcefully across the jaw. She went sprawling, ending up next to the pile of provisions Ghend was unpacking from the horses. Before she could even form another coherent thought, the sorcerer was kneeling over her, pinning her by both wrists.

"Listen closely, harlot-slave. Just because you have some intrinsic value does not mean I will not do what is necessary to discipline you. Bruises heal, bones mend, and scars can be hidden. Understand?"

Despite the pain, her fear ebbed away as her anger sparked into an inferno. She yelled, "I belong to the Great General Jor G-!"

His fist smashed into her jaw. When she tried to speak again, he hit her again before she had even formed her first syllable. Then he got up and kicked her a few times for emphasis. Tah-ri rolled into an agony-wracked ball, sobbing wildly.

Ghend smirked sardonically. "I suppose now you will rape her."

Ar-Ihl-dar sneered. "It is not rape for a master to take what is rightfully his. But tell you what, I am not greedy. You can have her yourself, after I of course take the first turn with her."

The Body Mage shook his head. "No thanks. She is not my type."

"Oh?"

"Wrong gender, and far too old. But you have your fun." He ambled off toward the horses.

Ar-Ihl-dar only laughed and bent down to easily tear off Tah-ri's stringy jewel-and-pewter garment. He dragged her limp body to the main pile of provisions and spread a blanket. He rolled her onto it and undressed himself.

Only when he began kneading and licking her breasts in the most disgusting way possible did Tah-ri recover enough of her senses to act. She punched and kicked her assailant, crying weakly, "You can't do this! I am not your property! I belong to the House of ri!"

But Ar-Ihl-dar was much bigger and stronger than her, and laughed at her blows as he pinned her with his body weight. He slowly pulled her legs apart and poised his repulsively throbbing member to violate her.

"NO!" Tah-ri cried, her hands searching desperately around her for something, anything, to hit him with. Miraculously, her hands found and grasped a familiar length of metal, just as his member touched the outer gates of her womanhood.

She snarled with a ferocity that surprised even her. She swung the sword out of its scabbard and thrust it with surprising force into Ar-Ihl-dar just below his ribcage all in one smooth motion.

Ar-Ihl-dar screamed primally, his face contorting into an impossible rictus. His body jerked and contorted, and just as Tah-ri was sprayed with his life's blood, his member erupted with powerful jets of seed. She tried to back away from the double torrent, but was quickly bathed in his fluids, both crimson and white. She jerked the sword out of him with a sickening slurk just as he fell back, his eyes staring blankly into eternity.

Tah-ri tried to stand up, but all she managed to do was double back over and vomit violently.

"What in all the hells happened here?" Ghend exclaimed as he returned from the horses. "When I heard you two screaming, I just thought...How in the seasons did you get ahold of that sword, girl? I swear I left it on AR's horse!"

Tah-ri looked up at him, then at the sword, confused.

Ghend snickered and casually pulled his massive long sword from the sheath on his back. The curved blade alone looked to be as long as Tah-ri was tall. "Well, I guess I now have every right to call him a fool, for bringing you along and then getting so careless for just a moment's pleasure." He slowly walked toward her. "Nothing personal, girl, but you were his booty, not mine. I have no use for a harlot slave. Don't resist and I will make this as painless as possible."

His blade arced high, descending toward her with astonishing speed. Before she was even consciously aware of her actions, Tah-ri sprang to her feet, no longer sickly or in pain, and clanged her sword violently up against Ghend's. Ghend's blow stopped dead a foot away from her face, the grinding metal of the blades moaning. The Body Mage gaped in utter astonishment. Tah-ri growled low, exulting that all her rage and pain and humiliation now had an outlet, and redoubled the force of her strike with another lightening-quick upper-cut swing. Ghend's blade flew out of his hands with the force of it. Ghend was already backing away when she slashed at him, leaving a wide, shallow rent across his chest.




Empire Of Pleasures Ch. 04



Tah-ri suddenly stumbled back, her folds tingling with unexpected pleasure. Now why in all the seasons was she feeling THAT now?

Ghend backed away warily toward his sword, pulling it from the ground. "That's impossible! There is no way you could have stopped my swing! I'm an seventh-circle adept! My strength is far beyond any mundane's, especially a slave girl's! How..." His eyes narrowed on Tah-ri. More specifically, on the weapon she held in her hand. "Of course! The sword! But Ar-Ihl-dar said its power could only be unleashed by special circumstances! How...?"

Tah-ri quickly stole a glance at Jor's sword. Now that she paid some attention to it, she DID feel a low, electric pulsing of sorts emanating from it, much stronger than when she placed it in her folds. She had always heard that the sword was magical in some way, but now to actually feel its full supernatural power flowing sent a thrill of both fear and exhilaration shuddering through her.

Ghend suddenly grunted in pain. No, not pain, Tah-ri realized, as evidence of a strong bulge was growing in his breech cloth. Her own loins pulsed in rhythm to the blood seeping out of his chest wound.

Ghend shifted his stiff manhood uncomfortably and whispered, "The sword's curse..." For the first time he realized he was truly in some danger.

He attacked her full-force and without warning, his massive sword blurring in a whirlwind of feints and strikes.

Tah-ri parried each and every blow with a storm of her own moves, easily matching him speed for speed and strength for strength. She saw an opening, and somehow knew, exactly, how to take advantage of it. Her blade cut deep into Ghend's right arm with a powerful thrust, severing tendons and shattering bone. The Body Mage's suddenly numb hand dropped his weapon.

Ghend cried out and fell back, but again his yell was not one of pain. His erect member under his breechcloth throbbed powerfully and unleashed its pent-up seed, wetly staining the fabric.

Tah-ri impossibly felt each and every movement of his member deep in her own folds, even though he was many feet away. Was that part of the sword's magic?

It mattered little. Using warrior instincts that must clearly be coming from the weapon, she knew she had to end this now, while he was imminently distracted. She ran up and expertly beheaded him with a wide-arcing slash, once again showering her naked body with blood.

She did not feel sick from the killing, this time. No, that's quite not right. She did, deep inside of herself. To do such a horrific thing to another person, even a monster like Ghend...

But her body was screaming its needs at her, drowning out almost all other thoughts. Her folds burned with desire in a way she had rarely felt before, driving her nearly mad with each passing breath.

The danger past, she dropped the sword and slid to her knees, masturbating herself furiously with blood-soaked hands. The blood of the two men was wet, warm, and nasty enough to give her fingers just the right kind of slick friction on her engorged nub. She was both delighted and disgusted at the powerful orgasm she achieved just a few heartbeats later, thrusting her hips and clenching her womanhood with all her strength against her crimson fingers.

On weak knees she hobbled over to the waterskin Ar-Ihl-dar had thrown her. She looked down at her abductor's corpse, his soul now long departed to join the ghosts of his ancestors.

She spat on his stiffening body. "I belong to the House of ri," she said one last time before ambling over to the horses. 



Empire Of Pleasures Ch. 05



A tongue flicked at the slickened lips of Tholena's vagina, working its way in small circles slowly and lovingly around the puffy flesh, up to the engorged nub.

The ecstasy mage groaned and writhed as she gently caressed the chestnut-haired head between her thighs. "Like that, yes," she whispered with throaty voice. "Vibrate your tongue."

Her lover complied and waves of pleasure shivered up Tholena's spine. "Seasons! Very good. Tease me...just the tip of my nub with the tip of your tongue... Aah!...tease it..." Her hips began undulating in time with the workings of her lover. "Ah! Yes. You're getting it. Very good. You'll make a worthy apprentice yet."

The young woman looked up from between her legs and giggled. She replaced her tongue with her hand, which expertly continued to caress her lover's slick opening. "You are a good teacher, Tholena. But I do wish we could do more work with the magic."

Tholena laughed. "YOU are the one who wanted to learn the ways of an Ecstasy Mage. You have to learn the physical techniques, and cunnilingus alone has over five hundred variations..."

"But the spells are so much more intense..."

"Yes, they are, but you should not rely too much on them. Magic is meant to enhance love and pleasure, not replace it. Sometimes, I wonder whether I am doing the right thing, teaching you the skills and the magic together. My own teacher made sure I had mastered all the mundane techniques before I was allowed to cast even the simplest spell. But you are always so impatient."

The young woman straightened, flung her shoulder-length brown hair back around dramatically, and arced her spine to prominently display her generous tanned breasts. "But look at what I can do!"

"Your body is beautiful, I must admit." Tholena smiled broadly, holding out her arms. "Come. Let me fully sample your latest handiwork."

The young woman slid over Tholena, slowly gliding over her sweaty torso until their breasts heaved together, nipple to nipple. Tholena cried out as the girl's hand redoubled its efforts on her folds, circling round and round, plunging in and out. The ecstasy mage met her lip for lip, tongue for tongue in a passionate kiss. The slick salty taste of Tholena's own juices passing between them brought forth moans from them both. 

Tholena's hands slowly caressed the woman's flank down to her tight buttocks, gave them a lusty squeeze, then slid them back up to play with her lover's hard nipples. "VERY nice," she purred. "But your breasts may be a bit too big. Remember, as an ecstasy mage you must not draw undue attention to yourself. Make your figure too voluptuous and too many will look your way who should not."

The woman propped herself up on her elbows. "That's only in the human kingdoms. Here in Barracca Woods its not a problem. Besides, Hart liked my bosom just fine."

Tholena chuckled. "Hart likes bosoms no matter their size. And he loves both of us dearly. But I only say it because I worry about you. I want you to be safe. Remember what happened in Tragaria."

"How could I forget?" A thoughtful silence stretched for several heartbeats before she spoke again, this time in a deep whisper. "Tholena...just this once, can we not be student and teacher, or even ecstasy mages? Can we just make love to each other as we really are, without magic, without training? Me and you. Just a normal man and woman. Just...lovers."

Tholena was momentarily taken aback, but then nodded. "Of course, Tully. If that's what you want."

The woman sat up, closed her eyes, and concentrated. Her flesh began shifting like ice melting in the desert sun. Her shoulders rose, her face and waist broadened, and her breasts shrank flat. Between her suddenly more muscular legs, the crease of her folds fused together and distended into a bulbous sack. Her nub grew and elongated into a full-fledged, fully erect male member.

A year before Tholena had had to turn the entire population of Tragaria Castle into the opposite gender as a diversion. Including Tully, who had been a prisoner there. He had enjoyed briefly being a woman so much that he intended to make gender change one of his specialties as an ecstasy mage. It was an unusual, but not an unheard of, calling in the Order. Tholena herself had temporarily changed gender a few times after Tragaria with the help of the Father Trees, just to try it out. But most in the Order preferred their birth gender, and even now Tully spent most of his time as a male. Still, whenever he was feeling kinky or playful--which was often--he missed no excuse to grow breasts and spread his--her--newly smoothed legs for some fun.

Once again wearing his original body, Tully bent back down between Tholena's legs to kiss her swollen gates, slicking his tongue on her. He tried none of the fancy moves or techniques she had taught him. No breath control, no intricate tongue patterns, no humming or other subtle vibrations.

But what he lacked in intricacy he more than made up for in intensity. Tholena with her magic sensed his powerful, primal need to please his mate surge like a tidal wave.

Tholena knew thousands of pleasurable sexual techniques, and knew dozens of ways to employ magic to enhance every single one of them. But nothing in all her life was as erotic as Tully's raw emotional hunger for her.

He kissed his way up her taut stomach, his tongue lingering hotly on the curve of her modest breasts. He lathed her nipples generously, sucking each of them hard than pebbles, until her breath exploded in short gasps.

Pushing himself up on his arms above her, Tully maneuvered his hips between Tholena's spread thighs. She marveled at how incredibly dominant, how beautifully MALE, he was as he poised his throbbing shaft at her entrance.

Their eyes met, and they exchanged the hushed words that lovers truly bound by the heart always do.

Tholena closed her eyes, relishing in every sensation as Tully slowly, gently thrust his hardness into her hungry folds. Some women described the act as a penetration, an invasion, but as she opened herself to him Tholena always thought of it as a welcoming, as sincere and warm as if she opened her arms to hug him. A welcoming to the one place in the world that Tully truly belonged. The one place she sometimes wished where he could stay forever...

His shaft pulsed deeper, and Tholena could feel the delicious friction of her walls stretching to accommodate him. His member was so hot, so powerful as it pushed further into her. Deeper...

Wait.

Too deep.

No.

Her eyes snapped open. "Hart. Please, stop. Hart? Please, just stop for a moment..."

The stag-man was poised above her, massive arms locked, eyes glazed, lost in the sensations of her sex. Understandably preoccupied, it took several heartbeats for Tholena's words to penetrate into his consciousness. Finally, though, his motions slowed and he blinked at her, confused. "Tholena?"

The ecstasy mage pensively bit her lip. "Could we--could we just stop for a moment?"

"Of course." He climbed off of her, his expression nothing but concern. "Was I doing something wrong?"

She shook her head, stroking his broad shoulder soothingly. "No, no. Its not you, Hart. You were wonderful, as always."

One look into her eyes, and he understood. "You were thinking about Tully again, weren't you?"

She bit her lip. "I'm sorry. Its unfair to you."

"Sorry? For what? I know you worry about him, Tholena. It is only natural that you would wish that he was here instead of me."

"Not INSTEAD of you, of course not! I love you dearly, Hart. You're my best friend. And if Tully were here, you know that we would both gladly share our bed with you. Its just that when you began licking me you reminded me of when Tully and I were in that glen two springs ago, and I kind of really lost myself in that for a moment..."

"Ah," the stag man said, glancing down at his now half-erect member, nearly as long as Tholena's arm. "And then when I entered you, my size clearly reminded you that I was not Tully. I'm sorry, Tholena. I wish I was more like him, that way."

She smirked a bit, then leaned against him and pecked him on the chest, the farthest she could reach up on his massive body without standing on the bed. She gave his foot-long shaft a playful rub, making him inhale sharply. "Small men wish to be bigger, big men wish to be smaller. Its funny how you men are NEVER satisfied with your members, even when we women are only interested in how they make you moan when we play with them." For emphasis she proceeded to stroke him up and down expertly, sending a lingering shiver down his massive frame. Tholena loved that about her friend; so big, so powerful, yet so vulnerable if touched in just the right way.

They both stopped their motions abruptly when the girl they had rescued shifted and groaned in her sleep in the cot across the room. "I better check on her," Hart said abruptly as he reluctantly pulled away and stood. He took special care to wrap his cloak about himself as he strode across the room. The last thing he wanted was for the traumatized girl to inadvertently see him standing over her naked with a raging erection.

He fluffed the straw around her as best he could without disturbing her and adjusted her blanket to make sure it fully covered her shoulders once again. He looked her over protectively, making sure nothing was amiss, before he rejoined Tholena back in their bed.

The ecstasy mage reached for the waterskin beside the bed. "You will make quite a father someday, Hart."

He glanced back worriedly at the girl as he took his turn with the waterskin. "Are you sure we will not wake her if we continue?"

Tholena nodded. "The sleeping enchantment will help the healing spell I cast on her earlier. She needs the rest. She'll move about and snore and things like that as in natural sleep, but the spell will ensure she won't wake until dawn."

They snuggled together deeper into the generous pile of fresh hay the innkeeper had provided for their broad cot with their rented room. Now that their sex had been interrupted, they both enjoyed the momentary lull, resting and allowing the anticipation of what was to come to grow.

"I wish she would speak," Hart said of the girl. "She hasn't uttered a single word since we rescued her the day before last. We do not even know her name."

"After what that pig Gul did to her, can you blame her? I've seen this kind of thing before. Healing her body will be comparatively easy. But her heart and spirit have suffered near-mortal wounds. Healing those may take a lifetime. She will speak when she is ready to, though that may not be for a long time."

"But we have to find her kin, if she has any, someone who can take proper care of her. No matter what, we must make sure she never suffers like that again."

Tholena stroked his broad chest tenderly. "Do you ever realize how you make a female's heart flutter, when you become so protective like that?"

Hart looked at her, perplexed. "But...what good is all my size and strength, if I can't use it to help those I care for?"

"You are indeed a good male, Hart." Her mood darkened. "A rare treasure here on Zanrina, apparently. I still cannot believe that all those men in that tavern were so willing to go along with Gul's invitation. It would have taken just one or two of them to speak out or stand up to that bastard, and we would not have had to expose ourselves! Cowards, all of them!"

Hart shrugged. "This is a harsh world, Tholena. Their customs seem equally so."

"Do not make excuses for them, Hart. They got what they deserved."

"Even Gul?"

Tholena planted her fists on her hips. "How can you even say that! He murdered that girl's father!"

"But by his own words, he was part of a group of soldiers that did so. Are we going to track down all the other soldiers who were there? Can we even do that? Did you punish Gul for all their sins as well?"

"Dammit, Hart, he raped a child and was about to allow a dozen others to do the same! He deserved to be punished!"

"Yes, he did. But think of this. He was stronger than that girl and she was helpless to prevent him from using all that power to take out all his petty frustrations on her. Maybe he was unhappy about being a soldier and took that out on her. Maybe he was angry about when everyone picked on him when he was small. Maybe he had a secret people would harm him for if they ever found it out, and he was tired of hiding it. Maybe he has a loved one in danger somewhere and was angry and frustrated that he could not help them..."

Tholena opened and closed her mouth three times in a row, a different acid reply ready to drip off her tongue each time. But finally, all she could do was sit on the edge of the cot, looking hard at the floorboards. "I am not like him."

Hart sidled up to her and hugged her gently. "No, you're not. But with all your power you could change into someone like him very easily if you're not careful. When I saw your anger and how cruelly you punished him, it...disturbed me. But what truly frightened me was the momentary glee I saw in your eyes as you cast your spells."

"But he HAD to be punished, Hart. There had to be justice. Humans need justice. You're Faerie. Maybe you don't understand."

"It is true I don't understand how humans can be so casually vicious, sometimes. But I do know that there is no justice in seeing a loving and courageous woman like you pushed into an act of unnecessary cruelty. A single step down a dark path is one step too many. The answer to one evil deed cannot be another one just as capricious and horrific."

"So you think I should not have cursed him as I did."

"I did not say that. But how many times has that Gul had to impale his new female sex on horses by now? He was going on half a dozen by the time we left that town two days ago. How painful and humiliating was each time for him? How many times has he sobbed in agony or wished himself dead by now? Even when you killed Shinobu in Tragaria with ecstasy magic, her suffering only lasted a few minutes."

"But..."

"But if you are truly not like Gul or Shinobu, then you must do something neither of them could not: show mercy."

Tholena buried her head in her hands, thinking for a long time. Finally, she turned and regarded him solemnly. "No human I had ever known would have suggested mercy for him."

The Stag-Man looked away. "I'm sorry I'm not human."

"But I'm glad you're not, Hart. Because in being Faerie you may have wisdom I do not. You're right that I gave in to my darker instincts in that tavern. Maybe it was a mistake, no matter how good or justified it felt at the time. Maybe we should have just rescued the girl and left. Perhaps meting out punishment is too easy for most of my kind, and meting out mercy is a completely different tale. Sometimes we get so caught up in our zeal to punish the guilty that we fail to see what consequences such acts have on ourselves."

She sighed again, closed her eyes, and concentrated. A golden glow pulsed briefly from her bare skin. "There. I removed the part of the spell that makes Gul lust after horses. But he will remain a woman, no matter what. Is that fair, do you think?"

Hart bobbed his great head, "Fair enough. I only say such things because I worry about you, Tholena."

She walked up to him and hugged his bicep, almost as thick around as her waist. "That's one of the reasons why I love you, my friend. You are my conscience." She licked her lips as she leaned forward and ran her tongue around one of his stiff nipples. "Now I'm sure you'd like to resume what we were doing before I so rudely interrupted us?"

The massive stag man rumbled deep in his throat as her hand slid to his taut stomach, her teeth and tongue continuing to tease and pull at his hard little nub. But before her hand could find its treasure he grabbed her up and gently threw her onto the hay-laden cot. He forcefully spread her thighs and dived between them. He lathed her opening generously with an agile tongue. Tholena's back arced as she cried out, magically willing her sexual sensitivity threefold. The incredible sensations cascaded through her as Hart's mouth got rougher and rougher with her folds. There was little mistaking anything her lover did this time with Tully's much more refined techniques.

Suddenly a thick finger probed at her slickened gates, spreading her wide as it plunged in. The tongue continued to caress her lips, her nub, her mons as it was joined by first another finger, then another. Tholena howled as she was penetrated and filled, gulping for breath. Hart's own moans joined hers, fascinated and thrilled at the liquid feel of her around his fingers.

He pulled out, primal lust in his mahogany eyes as he towered over her, his manhood hard and pulsing. Tholena flipped over onto her hands and knees, feet dangling over the edge of the cot. She slowly and sensuously pushed her small buttocks back until Hart's massive member wedged snugly between her ivory moons. "Take me, Hart," she throatily whispered. "And don't be gentle this time. Let me FEEL all that strength and power this once. I am your doe, my masterful stag."

Hart snorted powerfully as Tholena could sense the lust in him reach a level as it rarely had before. For most of his life, he had always had to be gentle with his usually much smaller lovers. He did not mind at all; he took great pride and pleasure in soft caresses, tickling kisses, slow penetrations. But to not hold back for once, to plunge in as hard as he could...

He positioned the tip of his large member at her sopping entrance, pausing just long enough to ask a tenuous, "Tholena, are you sure...?"

She looked back at him, their eyes locking, her smile broad at his genuine concern. "Its okay, my powerful stag. My magic will protect me. Now take me, HARD. I mean it..." Before he could say anything more she abruptly pushed her sex back onto his, impaling him in her halfway to the hilt. He howled at the hot pleasure of her walls as they undulated around him expertly, urging him further in.

His massive chest heaved as roughly grabbed her hips. He shoved her back on him even as he thrust forward, burying himself in her until her anus tickled his thick genital fur. When he saw that he truly was not hurting her, he lost all his reservations. They both cried out as he began pumping forcefully in and out, slowly at first, then with ever-increasing speed. The cot under them rattled and thumped repeatedly against the far wall.

Tholena shrieked as he bottomed out in her. She had never been penetrated so fully or so forcefully, not by any other male in her long career as an ecstasy mage. Protective spells cast long ago during her apprenticeship kept tissue from tearing and internal organs from being damaged; had she been a mundane woman, Hart's huge member, nearly as long as her arm, would literally have gutted her and her life would now be bleeding out around his pleasure.

But as it was an orgasm quickly rose as she was stretched and stretched, his heavy sack slapping up against her engorged nub. "Take me, take me, take me," she gasped again and again as her sensations crescendoed, convulsions thrashing down her slender frame. Her folds clenched spasmodically at Hart's surging shaft as she grabbed with hysterical strength at fistfuls of hay.

She allowed another orgasm to build quickly, then another, and another, until her staccato screams filled the entire Inn.

Hart's own peak built with amazing speed. Having for once no need to hold back, the feelings he was experiencing were intense beyond his experience. Tholena, as always, was so tight and so slick, the sensations of her sex unbelievable. Hart felt the electric shock of his building orgasm each time her buttocks slapped hard against his hips.

He reached around and roughly grabbed her small breasts, squeezing and pulling, as another orgasm seized her. Hart felt the rumbling build deep in his heavy sack, his vision fuzzing from the edges as his shaft began spasming. He grabbed Tholena around her waist with both broad arms, lifting her bodily up off the cot and hugging her vertically to his body. She was literally impaled on his pillar of flesh, completely helpless as he thrust into her powerfully a few final times before he blasted his first jet of seed deep into her, chuffing loudly through gritted teeth.




Empire Of Pleasures Ch. 05



Tholena felt the surge of his hot liquid deep within her, hitting her womb with the physical force of crashing waves. She shuddered through another intense orgasms as she milked his seed with powerful contractions of her vaginal muscles.

They stood posed as such as they gasped through their orgasmic aftershocks. Hart holding Tholena to his chest, the woman held fast by his member and muscular arms. Tholena, sweaty breasts heaving as she held onto his forearms, feeling his semen completely permeate her womb and drip down her legs.

Finally, their breathing returning to normal, Hart lowered them both to the cot, careful to keep his weight off Tholena as they settled down side by side. He rumbled contentedly as he loosened his grip on her, letting his arm hang loosely, but protectively, around her. "Tholena," he gasped. "That was...that was simply..."

She chuckled, wiggling her bottom against him as he quietly slipped out of her. They both groaned softly. "It was wonderful. I can't do that very often--" Even her magic had limits, after all "--but I'm glad I could give you such a gift this once."

"Thank you. Heh. We probably woke up the entire inn."

Tholena cast out with her magical senses. "We did. The only one still sleeping is our charge across the room. But it wasn't all bad. Our coupling has led to three other couples to have sex, and four others to masturbate." She laughed. "Oops. Two of those four just finished..."

Hart chuckled, and soon drifted off to sleep holding her. Tholena lay nestled in his arms for long afterward, thinking. Hart was wonderful, thoughtful, and Tholena did not know what she would do on this alien world without him. But she missed Tully. Ached for him, really. She desperately wanted to have Tully here with her too, to know that he, at last, was safe.

She knew he was still alive, somewhere. She knew she would have sensed if anything truly horrible had happened to him physically. Their bond was that strong. But in some ways her not sensing anything at all this past week was nearly as disturbing. What in the worlds could be happening with him?

And did she really do the right thing by giving in about that pig Gul? Hart was so naive sometimes about the evils in the world. People like Gul would only hurt others again, if given half a chance. But a lot of what Hart said had struck her quite deep, as well. Where does justice end and cruelty begin? Could she ever trust herself to truly know?

She caressed the broad arm draping over her. That's why she had Hart with her, after all.

- - -

Just before dawn she jolted awake, sweat covering her from head to toe. She shook awake Hart, who snored peacefully next to her.

"I felt it again," she said. "That surge of magical power. It was ecstasy magic, I'm sure of it!"

"Truly, Tholena?" the stag man said groggily.

"Yes! Come on! We have to wake our charge and go as soon as we can!" She sidled to the side of the cot and began pulling on her clothes.

"Why such a rush?" her companion asked.

"Because, I can still feel it, and its not too far away. I think we can track it down!"