0 comments/ 4926 views/ 2 favorites Gypsy Magic By: GypsyCardinal The knight looked at the starving succubus crawling in front of him with a thoughtful eye, her large hips and moved as she panted staring heatedly at the Gypsy woman she had managed to devour earlier. Even though she was a Halfling the succubus she was strong, her wings were a dark tint of gray indicating she was powerful, and hunger filled her as her tribal marks along her thighs and hips were darkening and spreading. She wasn't near starving her body was plump, and curvy, her dark Plum hair was soft against her neck as she begged for something, anything. She was clearly in her majority and would need more than a single human could give her. Her wings were slightly reptilian and flared out around her shoulders and down her back with a feline grace a small thin tail swung back and forth in happiness when she was motioned forward. Gypsy magic was the best he knew that she could control the creature if nothing else. After all she had created the bands around her pets' feet and wrist, where they sat clearly doing their job. The hungry creature crawled forward and kneeled next to her owner not touching but clearly upset at being told to stop where she had. The Gypsies short wine red hair was plastered to her for head and her clothing had long since lost any Practical use. She was worn out and panting, her eyes glazed content and sleepy but warning. If you slept with a succubae it had a side effect, you bonded with them, it was the most awesome of pleasures, and few could manage it more than a few times. Succubae had multiple owners for a reason they were too much for one mortal human to handle, they were creatures of pleasure, pets for the humans, breeders for the creatures prized and doted on. When one was mistreated it was a crime, this one was clearly a rescue as the burns of crosses and hot pokers had left their marks across the back of creature's legs, she had lived through it somehow. The succubae feed of off sexual acts and had to feed on at least two beings when they turned of age or they would slowly starve no matter how much they were fed. The Gypsy and her pet had been together for some time, and were reported with good standing to the rest of the caravan. However her hunger increases with age, at her peak the appearance of a 20 year old human she was nearly starving "Amirta?..." The succubae crawled forwards...and nuzzled the nearly naked gypsy's lap pawing helplessly with her weak hands. "Help..." The Gypsy locked eyes with the knight, who was so near retirement and ready to give up on his duty as a vassal, he nodded slowly.... The unspoken message was sent. The knight watched as the gypsy pulled the succubae into a kneeling position at her knees, facing her all he could see was the curve of the creatures back and the sweat soaked front of the gypsies body. Slowly the gypsy reached forward and placed a leather choker with a silver rune stone in the middle of it around the succubus's neck. Instantly the succubus calmed, she seemed to become sedate and licked languidly at the gypsy's hand and seemed to purr in contentment nuzzling and licking happily at whatever was put in front of her. Pulling off his armor he watched as she pulled the creature to her core, the waist tie of beads and coins making a soft jingle as she arched into the calm creatures mouth, pert hard nipples pressing against the thin silk top she had managed to keep on. The kneeling succubus simple enjoyed her meal in more ways than one it seemed. Chuckling as he tugged off the last of his clothing he walked confidently behind the succubus who was so intent on her meal she didn't notice the male sneaking behind her, nor would she care in this state. His large hands held on to the smooth pale hips of the creature smoothing her motions and admiring the texture of her skin getting her into a subtle rock against him. His cock rose to meet the hips as he watched the gypsy be devoured by her little pet. It was a sweet sight, the gypsy usually composed and quiet and often underestimated was completely undone, debouched even. Quickly he plunged into the succubus causing her to grab a hold of the Gypsies thighs her face flashed with question before succumbing to the lustful calm of before. The knight calmly stroked the back of the creature rubbing one hand up her back between her wings several times before grabbing a handful of her hair and ordering in a firm deep voice "Start Eating again". The order was obeyed immediately. He sped up a bit knowing it would rock the creature into the gypsies lap and make everyone feel good. Swiftly, he grabbed the gypsies chin into a swift simple kiss it was a deal sealer the gypsy shocked simply let it happen. When the creature stopped moving he would smack it on the rump until he realized that it only seemed to stop when he kissed the gypsy. A jealous creature it seemed. The gypsy was worn out on the brink of sleep when he finally had the creature leave her be and moved her to the bed. Stopping and ordering the creature to stay still he gathered the gypsy in his arms and laid her on the bed that filled much of the room. He admired the way her light caramel skin conflicting with the deep red of the sheets."Sleep, we will join you soon." He placed a soft kiss on her lips and tucked her in where she could watch if she wanted. He then tugged the succubus into his lap facing away from him and gave a simple command "Ride me, and tell your Gypsy how it feels." Twin gasp had a smirk rising to his face "Ride Creature." A swift slap on the thy had her doing as told slowly searching a rhythm till she found it with her hands holding on to the foot of the bed leaning against it with every rise. "Tell her, tell her how it feels to ride me, tell her how the taste of her still fill your mouth." The creatures skin flushed and her wings shuffled "Amirta...It feels good, I was so hungry your tasty and! Nguh!" the rest of the creatures words were lost. The Knight stood suddenly a thrill and magic forcing him to stand. Knocking his chair to the floor and started really push the pet into the end of the bed wide plush hips dug into the bed and her breast were pressed against the bed hard. Her tail wrapped around the hand that held her hip and her face was knocked into the gypsies feet again and again she kissed them softly with a wide smile on her face. Finally when the knight climaxed he pushed the full languid sedate succubus into the middle of the bed the gypsy curled into her arms immediately seeking solace in the embrace, and the succubus held her possessively glaring at the knight a flash of fang said it all "Mine." In a flash of pale blue light another rune appeared on the stone on the pet's neck, wrist and ankles, his rune. The succubus looked at him in the moonlight no longer under the sedation of the gypsy's spell work and nodded at him judging him with clear eyes before encouraging him to sleep behind her she snuggled into him possessively holding onto the Gypsy woman. The first feeding had gone well a teasing tail slapped the gypsy's hip playfully while a hand curled around his soft cock teasing it. The Pet was full for the first time in a number of months. Happily leaned over and kissed the gypsy good night before kissing the Knight and swiftly fell asleep. The knight was last to shut his eyes and smirked at his good fortune, a half Succubus, powerful, and special on their own mated to a powerful gypsy woman from the south with skin like coffee and hair like wine, yes, his retirement would be anything but boring, and his life would be more content than it had been in a while. Protecting his treasures would be a job of its own it seemed. Strong fingers carded through plum hair before arms curled around his latest Quest would be anything but boring. Gypsy Magic By Aleq de Satyr Prologue My name is Octavia, Tavia for short. I am a 47 year old non-conformist Social Scientist. I was on my way home to Denver, Colorado, after attending a seminar in Santa Fe New Mexico, when I decided to stop over in Taos for a short rest. I am also a Feminist activist, sex enthusiast, educator, herbalist, and writer. My face is austere, angular, slightly pock marked, but rather attractive with sensual lips. I have a firm, slender, well-toned almost mannish, but shapely body; curvy around the hips and ass. My medium-sized breasts are still buoyant. My thighs and legs look strong and I stand 5ft 7in tall. But the most attractive thing about me is my eyes: a slow burning brown flecked with amber. My complexion is honey-brown. My hair a mass of black tangles usually fastened haphazardly with a piece of orange yarn. I have the look that the Spanish call "Duende"--lots of spirit, lots of darkness; I always look like a woman who had just been fucked...Although it has been a while since I was last fucked. A Journey Begins A bill board in town announced a matinee performance of Magic by the itinerant Magician Janus. I was overwhelmed by the performance of Janus at the town hall. Aside from the sword swallowing and fire eating by his two women assistants, Janus's act was pure magic mixed with sorcery. But perhaps what affected me most was his appearance and that of his assistants. Janus's bare broad chest was covered with a mass of thick black curly hair and his tights prominently displayed his overly large cock in bold relief. I could not take my eyes off it. I was very much aroused and dripping juice. I really would love to be fucked, I decided. I kept my gaze on Janus's big bulge while we talked after the show. He smiled knowingly then squeezed my nipples. "Come to my trailer tonight and I will show you some real magic" he said, with a chuckle. I was torn; I needed to be on my way home, but what the heck. My cunt was calling the shots. His double-wide trailer/mobile home stood on a bluff overlooking a small Lake, miles away from the main trailer park...It was hidden behind juniper, yucca and sage trees ...Janus is a man with a penchant for seclusion and privacy...He claimed the entire area is consecrated ground...I can believe that. I got lost getting there The clear, moonlit June night was full of stars and crickets and warm breeze...Inside the clean, well-organized trailer a mural of Iconic figures painted by Janus hung on a wall. The spacious den contained a low futon set in an alcove and strewn with lavender cushions...Four big colored candles glowed warmly inside the trailer, which was filled with the scent of incense, and felt like a temple, ablaze with sacred worship... Gypsy guitar music played in the background; a deep, rich erotic and spiritual cadence...The women assistants, seemingly in their twenties were clad in short, white muslin tunics that left their hairy cunts and breasts exposed, lounged on a sofa drinking wine. Janus offered me a drink, a "potion" distilled from an alembic and a big, fat joint...I began to feel a delightful buzzing in my head...I felt like I was floating...We laughed and kissed and fondled...The girls giggled and tittered prompting Janus to send them to their cabin. I got the feeling that he fucks them. A solitary candle burns beside the futon...Janus lay sprawled before me, propped against the pillows, with a large gold medallion, an ornament depicting the sun, hung on a thick gold chain around his neck...He told me he was a Gypsy, 42 years old and had been a Magician for 15 years. And boy was he good looking!. Between his strong muscular hairy brown thighs, a full, very large, thick 10 inch erection, laden with exotic promise. Oh my God, he was hung like a mule I thought; my cunt was already soaking wet, my thong very sticky with juice. I undressed quickly and crouched between his legs and began to suck his enormous cock. I sucked and sucked until he groaned with desire. I opened my hairy pussy lips wide, the folds meaty and drenched with juice: my large clitoris gleaming wet under the thick long shaft... I rubbed Janus's steely cock against my wet, burgundy labia, steadily, interminably, smacking my lips, my throbbing clitoris swollen solid...Janus began to fuck me with gusto and a lusty intensity, my cunt strong and demanding, clamping on his super hard cock as he moved resolutely within me with forceful thrusts, submerged in my thick liquid core...I lay under him panting, moaning, thrusting my hips...My juices were so thick and creamy on his cock. My cunt was swollen, huge, it filled the room...He fucked me and fucked me; most exquisitely, passionately, revealing to me the Magic he'd promised earlier. I came and came in long shuddering spasms, letting out a strangled cry into the night, triggering a powerful release from Janus, flooding me with a geyser of cum. He rested quietly inside me, vaguely aware of the sound of drums, which seem far away...He fucked me again gently from behind until sleep overtook us... The girls brought me some herbal tea in the morning, and then impudently began to stroke and suck my breasts and pussy, giggling all the while. Janus who was out jogging arrived just in time to stop them, and then proceeded to fuck me royally while the girls watched in amusement. After Janus and the girls left for a show, I took a nap but was awoken by Romus a friend of Janus' who had stopped by unannounced. We talked and laughed and traded jokes. He offered to take me to the nearby Gypsy camp of Catalonia, some thirty miles away. "You will love it; it is a wonderful, magical place" he said. He and Janus grew up there. He was 40 years old. I was in an expansive, tender mood to fuck every man and woman on Earth: the old, the young, the beautiful, the plain, the straight, the lesbian...If only I wasn't in transit, passing thru, I lamented. @=@=@ Catalonia It was a sprawling semi-settled band of 250 people, and a subtribe from the Gitano...It was and probably still is the largest and by far the most stable settlement in North America...Modern Gypsy settlements, encampments and bands are more like semi-urban communes, or kibbutz's that serve as temporary residencies for many wandering Gypsies...Catalonia is like that... Members had ancestry from Persia, North Africa, Spain, South of France and Turkey...I was very much impressed with the settlement where the women have made beautiful things--poems, painting, pottery, music, wine; all dedicated to ancestral spirits...Romus gave me a tour of the lovely, well-kept camp, from the gates thru the fields to the arroyo and back. Finally he took me to his cabin, stroking his already big, hard cock. He began to stroke my exposed breasts, thighs and hairy bush; my big slippery clitoris...I felt good, sounding incoherent. I was thoroughly enjoying the caresses. Romus fucked me skillfully, magnificently that afternoon...Driving me to greater and greater heights of erotic frenzy...I loved the way he fucked...slow and sweetly obscene with a smile on his face...I moved and undulated my body whorishly, my cunt milking his dick, squeezing, massaging, churning like a thunderstorm and the blood throbbed in his cock as he pounded my cunt, hard...We fucked for hours, responding to each other's moves hypnotically, lasciviously, forcing me up and up until my final explosion, when I clutched Romus tightly, my cunt gripping his big cock while it pumped jets of cum into my womb... "I'm very happy today" he said later..."Let's have a drink or two and keep fucking" he added... Rosa was the 20 year old daughter of Catalonia's Chieftain, Django. She hung out mostly with slick city friends. She was slim, almost hipless like a boy, with long dancer's legs; full breasts and well-shaped supple ass. Her flat rippling belly was covered with atavistic hair, running from navel to crotch where it spreads into a wild, unruly bush. Her thighs and legs were covered with bristles. She was a restless girl... The storm kept raging as it rained harder and harder, blowing in diagonal lines...As I rushed into Romus' cabin from the rain, I saw him fucking Rosa on the bed, while she writhed on her back being brought to a peak of pleasure by the huge cock of Romus, buried deep inside her. I was stunned by the spectacle and decided to watch them fuck... They were unaware of my presence in the shadows behind the beaded curtain. Rosa's cunt was very wet, emanating slurpy sounds as Romus fucked her slowly. Her pelvis arched under him and he plowed into her, slowly in and out, penetrating her deeper and deeper. She began to howl and pant as he moved inexorably inside her cunt with long sure strokes. Thrusting deeper and deeper, scattering drops of her juices...A slow deep fuck...Rosa screamed as she came shuddering for a long time...She was not the only woman being fucked...At night Catalonia is filled with the Magic of sensuous/melodious guitar music and the wailing and orgasmic cries of women being royally fucked, both indoors and out. Appropriately enough, because of my wildness and darkness, Django made me an honorary Gypsy that night amid music, song and revelry so wild and beautiful...There was lots of roasted capon and wine to go around...I liked Django, a strong swarthy man of 50; his sense of humor, his big mustache...He enticed me into his cabin discreetly and promptly undressed us both. His 12 inch very thick cock was massive and very hard. He fucked me with an intensity that blew my mind and left me disoriented, while his young 22 year old ward-maid-concubine Narsica watched in fascination. I cried out continuously, groaning, moaning, crooning; He fucked me slowly, serenely, moving in and out of my warm, slick pussy in exquisite thrusts for a very long time...My cunt was on fire, thick with oozing slimy grool...It was an exquisite, Magical fuck...It was also raw, messy wonderful out of this world fucking. Indeed, there is Magic in Gypsy fucking I'd realized. Narsica pulled out Django's prick and licked it up and down, murmuring "Ummmm, it is good" in between licks... Then she shoved it back inside my cunt, and the man plowed my depths with great skill and finesse, while I rotated my hips, my cunt creaming around the hard cock... I farted loudly, continuously, shuddering violently as I came and came...When Django left, Narsica sucked my clitoris and lapped my juices and Django's semen, I slept soundly. Janus arrived at Catalonia the next day to check on me while I was at the arroyo enjoying nature. He brought me flowers and candy and some pot. He had missed me very much he said. Then he fucked me most deliciously on the soft grass, for two solid hours. When he left I opened my legs and let the cool breeze from the stream soothe my ravaged cunt. I became friends with Pia simply because we have so much in common. Pia is attractive and titillating, an evanescent odalisque. The story of her life is right out of the Arabian Nights...She is also a woman searching for love and confessed to eclectic tastes in both men and women... With complete equanimity, she talked about her latest male conquest's oversized cock, going into detail about its length and thickness and hardness; as well as the depth, tightness and degree of wetness of her last woman lover's cunt... She loves to say the words fuck, cunt, shit, asshole, prick, and cock a lot. Pia's younger brother Rolande, mid 30's with a reputation as a Rascal and a Rake came to visit from Santa Fe. After introducing us she left to attend to chores for the old folks. The heat and humidity made everything cling to the body...The evening air was very warm with a heady scent of night blossom. It was quiet and peaceful in Pia's cabin. Rolande told me stories about his risqué escapades while we enjoyed some wine and a joint...I was turned on, my twat sizzled. Rolande took my hand and led me to the bedroom; I could feel a trail of cunt juice running down my inner thigh. The cabin was fuzzy with shadows and heat. I wanted it doggie-style, jerking my ass like a rutting bitch, wet as a cow...The lips of my vulva full and swollen, my clitoris big and hard, my cunt filled with puddles...Rolande pushed his huge cock slowly into me, to the bottom of my twat... "O fuck, it is so deep" I sighed... I contracted as he went deeper, pulling him in, in, in...All the way in then all the way out. Again and again while I chanted a mantra: "Yes, yes, yes, Oh. Yes"! I could not get enough. I danced on Rolande's piston-like cock like a raging whore in an orgy of flesh lust, as I rubbed my inflamed clitoris rhythmically...He fucked me hard. I felt his cock stroking my G-spot then sink to its fullest length, entering my womb as I rushed to a screaming orgasm after orgasm, my body wracked with convulsions, a fountain of liquid pouring out of me like piss onto the sheets...My orgasmic rush sent Rolande spinning into a gushing climax, filling me with a torrent of semen...We lay spoon-fashion in a puddle of sex fluids, his cock still throbbing inside me...After a while I rolled onto my back, spreading my legs... "Encore, Por favor", I whispered. "Most certainly senora," said Rolande mounting me again. Zaveta was the medicine woman of Catalonia. She was middle-aged, in her prime, quite attractive and serene...In her spacious cabin Zaveta served me some wild intoxicating spicy wine, telling me about her Persian ancestry and her sojourns around the world...She used to be a "Gypsy" dancer and boasted of having danced for the nobility in many countries...Django fucked her occasionally at her request, when she needed some cock. She was a passionately dynamic woman who advocated sex among women as a form of self (cunt) worship, as well as to assuage their horniness when the men were away...This had put her at odds with the male tribal heads, which seem to frown on lesbianism... She is a seer with knowledge of herbs, spells; the powers of hypnotism, the skill of ESP, the old female power...She spoke three languages perfectly as well as some German. She is no man's woman, independent, very cunning, very wise with a Magical charm...A healer and a midwife... Zaveta is a very rare woman.. Reclining against the cushions on her couch, her hairy legs parted beneath her open caftan, baring her vulva fringed with thick longish hair like tall grass in a breeze...Her cunt was the color of autumn...Zaveta's inviting body aroused my passion for her more vigorously than ever...A passion that I'd sublimated during the sessions of instruction and initiation with her.. I was mesmerized by her acute sexual arousal by her dripping cunt, vibrating, radiating her yearning...Her clitoris screaming out her desire... An erotic aroma enveloped us as we moved thru the nine gates to the sensuous citadel of the bodily temple, including the "fine art of digital and lingual stimulation of the clitoris", and "Gitano sodomy"--a technique she'd refined and which I enjoyed...I kept stroking her hairy cunt with progressive speed until my hand was coated with a large spray of juice...God, she was so fucking wet!. We sucked, we lapped, we fisted each other skillfully with grim determination...We sixty-nined and tribaded, her sensuality was spellbinding, her twat drenched with thick, hot juices... She breathed faster clutching me to her body more urgently, arching her back, groaning until we both groaned loudly, climaxing wildly together...I came to my senses slowly in the morning, feeling bewildered but exhilarated...The room smelled of lavender, mint and other herbs. I showered, ate some fruit and lay down on the couch. Zaveta walked in naked from her bath, showing off her inviting curves, full of lascivious humor...She lay down beside me, spoon fashion... "Let me enjoy you slowly," she said slipping her fingers into my cunt and asshole rimming both. I was awakened by the sound of guitar music, Gypsy music. Strange, melancholy with profound sensuality...Zaveta was seated beside the window her body wrapped in a large towel, plucking at the strings and singing words in Romany that I did not understand. Her cunt winked at me. Epilogue As Romus said, I did find Catalonia a Magical and a hearty place. The Gypsies, especially the (younger) women were so honest about their sexuality. They say yes to sex so forcefully. And if nothing else is, sexual liberation for them is a certainty...They brag about their fertility and their lustiness...They are real women who lust. They have "Femmchismo", what Pia and other radical feminists describe as the hungry sexual ego of a woman. It is not about falling in love, it is about the value of sexual desire empowered by action. I spent those seven days in Catalonia, in what became a sweet kismet...And my latent nymphomania rushed to the surface; my cunt fully satiated...Saying goodbye to Catalonia and especially Zaveta was very emotional for me. My experience of Gypsy Magic will be with me forever. But as she predicted I shall return someday... SPRING... 2007