2 comments/ 48657 views/ 14 favorites Lust Thy Enemy By: Lady_Blackhawk It had been hours since Callia slipped into the lodge that was the residence of her clan brother, Amakiir. Bearing no close blood ties, she felt no remorse for what she planned to do. Revenge for the hell he had subjected her through during her youth coursed hotly through her veins. Recalling the stealth lessons learned from the rogues, she crept into the stronghold unnoticed. Her only hope was being able to make it out in the same manner. Callia stripped off her armor, stashing it in a hiding place she'd used for years during her youth. Without her armor she figured she wouldn't make as much noise. She kept to the shadows, skulking around the backside of lodges, ducking whenever possible to avoid being seen. Now she sat crouched behind a panel that divided the lodge in half, separating the sleeping area from the rest of the lodge. In the dark, she sat and waited, mulling over in her mind her plan of action. She would wait until he'd entered his sleeping trance before plunging the dagger through his evil black heart. Part of her fought the knowledge that this was the easy way of eliminating him, but deep down, Callia knew despite her skill in battle, she could not defeat him one on one. The magic he knew was far too advanced and powerful for her to safely combat. She was not one to give into cowardice, but being cautious had its merits. That was another lesson learned. Now she preferred to think of it as not being reckless and thinking it over for once. Hours passed, slowly creeping by. Callia allowed herself a brief nap. When she awoke, he heard voices outside of the lodge. She listened intently, recognizing the low timbre of her brother Karowyn's voice and also that of Amakiir's. They seemed to be discussing a spy from another clan that had been prowling around the clan hold. She knew that had become a common occurrence ever since Karowyn had spoke out against the clans being ruled by one person instead of the council of all clans. Clan Blackhawk was one of the strongest clans within the Moonwood. She knew they would never back down without a fight. And neither would she. She would deal with Amakiir once and for all. Patiently she waited for Amakiir to return. She shifted her position as she heard him enter the lodge. She had heard he and Karowyn bid each other good night and could tell he was alone. He seemed preoccupied and mildly unobservant of his surroundings. She peeked out of her hiding spot and watched as he disrobed. He snuffed out the candle and slipped between the furs that covered his sleeping mat. Yet Callia waited. The timing had to be right. She waited until she heard the change in his breathing, knowing the very moment when his trance had taken hold. Silently creeping from her hiding spot, she stretched her legs and tiptoed her way across the dwelling to his bed. Dagger in hand, she straddled his body as sheer surprise of his muscular form washed over her. Calming herself, she hadn't expected him to be this way. Mentally scolding herself, she forced herself to concentrate on the task at hand. He's a wizard, a purveyor of the arcane arts. He isn't supposed to be rippled with muscles like one of our warriors. Yet he is. Kill him, her inner voice screamed. Plunge the dagger through his black heart. Do it. Do it now. Callia held the dagger aloft, poised a few mere feet from his heart. As she readied to plunge it into him, she felt movement beneath her. Her eyes snapped upwards to his face and noticed his eyes were wide open. She felt a swelling beneath her and knew she'd been caught. "What have we here?" Amakiir chuckled as he seized her wrists. Flipping her sideways, Amakiir knocked the dagger from her hand and before she knew it, she found herself flat on her back with him perched above him. "Well, well, dear little Callia," he murmured quite wickedly. "Looks like I have you trapped." Callia glared at him, as she struggled to be free. "My, my, my slut of a little sister has found herself into web," he spat, invoking her anger. "I'm not your sister. Not by blood," she retorted, as she struggled to break free of his hold on her. "What would Karowyn say? Knowing you sneaked your way in here and planned to kill me? Shall we find out?" Amakiir shook his head. "Won't he be disappointed in you? Then again, when isn't Karowyn disappointed in you? Our naughty little sister." "He may thank me for disposing of you." Callia snarled. "That's where you are wrong. He wouldn't. He relies on my magic too much. He needs me around to keep our enemies at bay." "Let me go!" "I think not. I like you right where you are." "I'll scream." "Be my guest. Scream all you like. My lodge is warded from the inside against noises. It allows me to hear what's going on outside, but no one can hear what's going on in here. I can do whatever I want to you. I could use you however I feel. No one will know. Most of the clan has had you. Perhaps it is my turn." Amakiir grinned, a wicked lust shining in his silver eyes. Yanking her arms upwards, he pinned them above her head as he grasped hold of adamantine manacles. Wrestling with her, he placed her wrists within the shackles, preventing her escape. Callia howled, now fully enraged. "You'll pay for this," she threatened as she twisted her body in an attempt to be free of him. "Relax, my pretty. You may yet enjoy this. The clan men still speak of you in the most carnal of manners. I've often heard you preferred it rough. Perhaps we should explore that." Amakiir purred as he freed her of her furs with a flick of his wrist. "But I promise not to hurt you...very much. I'll try to be gentle. I'd hate to see your lovely flesh marred in any way." "Bastard!" Callia retorted. "You enjoyed hurting me when I was younger. I'd even bet it made you hard!" "Why, yes, it did. Pain is such an erotic sexual stimulant. Someone had to teach you how cruel life can be. Someone needed to show you that not everyone would treat you like a pampered princess. Consider it a prelude." "To what?" "To this moment. I hurt you. You try to kill me. I'd say we're even." "Then let me go." Callia growled. "I think not." Amakiir wickedly grinned. "It's been awhile since such a tempting morsel landed so deliciously into my bed. No, you, my pretty, I intend to enjoy." Amakiir murmured lewdly as he sat back on his haunches and admired her bound body. "So beautiful you are. So ripe and luscious. I can smell you, my pretty one. Mmm, tangy. Open for me." Callia glared at him. "Never! Let me go! I have no desire to be bedded by you." "Too bad. I mean to have you. And in the end, you'll beg for more." "Not likely. Just get it over with." "No, my pretty, I plan to take my time with you," he promised as he sniffed the air once more. "Yes, you are very tangy." Sliding atop her, his hands began to caress her lithe body. Fingers swept lightly over her soft flesh, eliciting shivers that raced through her. Callia hadn't expected such a light gentle touch coming from him. He who had tortured her so with his magic so methodically and evilly before she had come of age. Her mind now raced. Conflicting emotions warred within her. She felt torn between desire of that gentle touch and disgust of whom it belonged to. So few had touched her with that brand of tenderness yet the thought of it being Amakiir made her sick. Caught between pleasure and revulsion, Callia vowed to be numb. She swore to feel nothing. Amakiir sensed her inner turmoil. With a chuckle, he nibbled at her ear. "You could no sooner be numb than a leopard could change its spots. You are a conduit of pure lust. Why not embrace it?" he whispered, then ran his tongue around the shape of one of her pointy ears. A shivered coursed through her. It seemed he knew her well. It seemed he knew which areas brought the quickening of her pulse, the racing of her blood and the whetting of her desire. While his tongue flicked, his hands caressed. Cupping her breasts, plucking at the tautened peaks of her nipples. Callia stifled a moan, barely able to hold back the overwhelming flow of passion. She knew she didn't want this. She didn't want to feel anything but pure hate for him. "Stop this!" Callia cried, as she twisted beneath him, her legs flailing about. She let out a howl of pain as she felt the manacles bite into her wrists. "Please, let me go!" But Amakiir ignored her pleadings and continued exploring her soft, supple flesh. He stopped nibbling at her ear, and planted a trail of wet kisses down her neck into the valley of her breasts. Softly he cupped one while his mouth descended on the other. Nipping, suckling and licking, he attacked the hard nipple. Callia moaned, arching her back. She couldn't give in. She wouldn't give in, but yet the sensations were too good to resist. "Please don't..." she gasped. She fought a war within herself. She didn't want to feel this way, yet she had to have it. Hot blood coursed through her veins. Every inch of her blossomed as heat pooled deep within her. "Please..." He sensed the moment of her surrender, and could feel her resistance melting away like ice near a flame. He chuckled, knowing he had her. He pushed the twin mounds of her breasts together, gently squeezing each. He pressed her nipples close to one another. Mmm, Amakiir sighed, ripe for the suckling. Covering both with his mouth, he flicked his tongue to and fro, slashing it across both taut nubs. That he alternated with teasing nipping bites with his teeth. Callia moaned loudly, squealing as she felt the sharpness of his teeth on her already highly sensitive nipples. Despite the pain she felt, she found herself very turned on. She didn't mind a little pain during sex. With a hearty cry, she allowed her thighs to part. "Yes," she begged, nearly out of her mind from the pleasure he'd bestowed on upon her while sucking her breasts. If this is how he made her feel by using his mouth, she couldn't imagine what it would be like when he used his cock. Amakiir then left her breasts, kissing his way down her body. He planted kisses and nips over her tightly muscled abs, snaked his tongue in and out of her navel and spread her thighs ever wider as he settled between them. He snaked his fingers over her hairless crotch, tenderly dipping in to seek out the hidden bud of pleasure. Callia squealed as he located her clit nestled between her nether lips. Slowly stroking his fingers over it, he felt her quiver and moisten. "Mmm, so tangy, so pungently sweet," he whispered as he nuzzled her thigh. "My pretty one, how delicious you are. Tell me what you want." "Please..." Callia moaned. " Shall I lick your delicious pussy? Tease your sensitive clit?" "Yes, please...," she groaned, completely unable to resist. All reason had escaped her. She had been reduced to nothing but a quivering, complaint receptacle of pleasure. Amakiir smiled to himself as he knew he had her exactly where he wanted her. Lowering herself, he slid between her thighs and parted her nether lips with her fingers. Taking in a deep breath, he inhaled her heady scent. "So good," he murmured before plunging in tongue first. He attacked her clit with a passionate fervor. Licking Flicking Nipping Sucking He brought his hand into play as he slid two fingers into her dripping wet slit. Callia moaned and bucked her hips, crying out for more. She hadn't expected to feel such bliss from him, such incredible pleasure. The sensual workings of his tongue and fingers threatened to overwhelm her. She let out a howl of pleasure as her female juices gushed out to coat his face and fingers. Lowering his mouth from her clit, he dived into her wetness, lapping furiously at her juices. He licked her with a frenzy, lapping up all she had to give. He teased her, his teeth grazing her clit. Nipping and nibbling, he thrust his fingers deep inside her until he found her pleasure spots nestled within her pussy. Amakiir relentlessly focused on those, bringing her from one climactic crest to the next. She screamed and howled her passion as one orgasm became another in an endless string of nonstop cumming. She gasped for air as her whole body exploded. "Yes, yes, yes, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!" Callia moaned as another washed over her. Nearly exhausted from cumming, she groaned. She wanted more than just his fingers or tongue deep inside her. She wanted cock. Gasping for breath, she writhed beneath him. "Please...," she whispered hoarsely. With her nipples swollen from his vigorous attention and her skin flushed from the pleasure he'd bestowed upon her, she looked every bit the sex goddess she was meant to be. Her eyes looked glassy, hazy with ecstasy. "Please..." "Tell me what you want, my pretty one." "Please...I want more. Please..." "More what?" "Please fuck me. Give me cock. Please..." Amakiir chuckled then slapped her hard on the thigh. "Little slut! Listen to you! I told you I'd have you begging for more," he hissed. "You want cock? You'll get all the cock you'll ever be able to handle once you've done something for me." "Anything!" she pleaded, panting heavily. Amakiir crawled up the length of her body and straddled her chest. His engorged cock jutted proudly from his groin. "I want you to suck my cock, little slut. I've often heard how talented you are with your mouth. All the men brag about being sucked off by you. They say you can take it all down your throat and suck them dry. Suck me, little slut. Suck me dry and then you'll get cock in your pussy," he growled, a sinister look flashing in his silver eyes. Reaching up, he removed the shackles that kept her bound and switched places. He reclined against a mound of furs and gestured for her to take her place before him. Still under the effects of her sheer bliss, Callia complied readily. She crawled between his legs and began to stroke his hardened cock. Though not nearly as long as many she had had in the past, it did have a surprising thickness she found to her liking. Its girth would feel good as he thrust it into her wet pussy. "Yes, yes, my pretty slut, suck me," he encouraged as she watched her lick her lips. "Put your hot mouth on me." Callia quickly obliged. She grabbed his hardened cock with her right hand and his balls with her left. "Mmm, feels good and ready," Callia purred. Then she licked up his cock from his balls to the head. Her tongue circled his cock's tip slowly before she took it into her mouth. She stroked the base with her hand, dropping in teasing nips and licks here and there. She swirled her tongue around the head, the sensitive underside and back down to his balls. Then she slid her mouth over the head, taking the entire length into her mouth. She varied her assault from taking it all in her mouth to putting a few inches in her mouth and bobbing up and down on it. Amakiir watched her intently as her strawberry blond head devoured his cock. It was an unbelievable sight and an unforgettable feeling. Sucking him from tip to base, she focused on hitting the sensitive spot on the underside. Suddenly she stopped with just the head in her mouth. Callia looked up at him with her big blue eyes to watch his expression as she slowly moved up and down on his cock head with her teeth. Amakiir moaned. "Oooh yes, that's my girl...yessssss..." He moaned deeply and looked down at her. Her eyes twinkled as she gazed up at him, giving a teasing lick to the head. Callia closed her eyes and attacked his cock with greater fervor. Then suddenly he clamped a hand onto the back of her head. Holding her down while he thrust his cock deep into her mouth. "Suck it, slut, suck it!" he demanded cruelly. Callia balked and tried to pull back. She nearly gagged until she relaxed and adjusted to his size battering her throat. "Does the little camp whore want some cock?" he growled, tightening his grip on her. "Does she?" She nodded as best she could, desperately wanting to feel him pull his cock from her mouth and slam it into her pussy. Easing up on her neck, he pulled his cock from her mouth. "Do you want to be fucked, bitch?" he snarled, thumping her cheek with the head of his rock hard cock. "Yes, please, yes...," she cried. "Are you ready for it?" Amakiir asked as he made a few hand gestures above her head. It was then that Callia realized he was casting some sort of a magical spell. "What are you doing?" Callia screamed, as she felt something grab her from behind. Craning her head to look behind her, she caught sight of a large mountain orc. She let out a horrified scream. "NO!" Howling in the guttural orcish language, she screamed. "DON'T TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY ORC!" The orc ignored her taunt and grabbed her, wrenching her in position on her hands and knees before him. "No matter how much you command him in his own language, he won't obey you. He obeys me." Amakiir smugly retorted. "Only me." "No!" She screamed again. "Don't do this to me. Please don't. Why, Amakiir, why?" Callia let out a pain wracked sob. "Why shouldn't I? You are merely a slut," he laughed in a hollow yet sinister manner. Pain exploded through her nether core as the orc slammed into her. She screamed pitifully as she felt her pussy become stretched as it had never been stretched before. "WHY?" she cried, fighting to adjust to the feeling of being ripped in two. "Do you really think I would lower myself to your level? Do you really think I would put my cock in a lowly slut like you? Do you really think I'd consider bedding the village mattress backed whore? No, dear Callia, I prefer demure women. You make me sick. Perhaps this will teach you a lesson. Of course, I doubt you'll live long enough to benefit from what you've learned," Amakiir taunted her. Grabbing her by her hair once more, he wagged his engorged cock in her face. "Now finish it, bitch!" Clamping his hand down on her neck, he forced his cock back into her mouth as while the big orc ravaged her, driving his meaty orc cock into her relentlessly. Amakiir thrust deeply down her throat, keeping in time with orc. "Suck it, slut, suck it!" As much as Callia resented doing what he wanted, she knew she had little choice. She chastised herself for giving in, He'd tricked her into lowering her guard. He'd tricked into feeling pleasure. If only...if only she had remained numb. Rage coursed through her veins. She vowed she would survive. She vowed she would not despair and she vowed to get even with him. And despite the pains wracking her lower half, Callia relaxed her body. She hoped it would help some of the pain subside. Steeling herself, she began to move with the orc, meeting him thrust for thrust. It helped to alleviate some of the pain. She took control of giving Amakiir the sucking he'd demanded. She sucked him hard and fast while pumping the base of his cock with her hands. Amakiir threw his head back and unleashed a mighty moan. He eased his hold on her, allowing her to work her magic tongue on him. Pulling back to the head, she focused on the nerves centered on the ever so sensitive underside, flicking to and fro. Easing the cock out of her mouth momentarily, she glances back over her shoulder at the orc. He was still fucking her as fiercely as he could. The little imp in Callia flared as she taunted him. "Is that the best you can do, Orc?" Callia sneered at him in his language. "You fuck like a sissy elf. DO IT HARDER! HARDER!" Enraged at being called a sissy elf, he bellowed at her insult, slamming into her as hard as he could with all the force and strength he could muster. Both Callia and the Orc screamed from the onslaught. Pain exploded inside her and she dug her nails into Amakiir's thighs, eliciting a yelp from him. She knew the orc couldn't last much longer as his feral growls and moans got louder with every thrust. Lust Thy Enemy "HARDER, ORC, HARDER!!!" Callia screamed, egging him on, further beckoning forth his rage. Then with a last few pounding assaults, the Orc howled as he pulled out of her, shooting his stream of cum in an arc across her back. Exhausted he slid to the floor of the lodge, gasping for breath, Callia then turned her attention back to Amakiir. She drew his cock into her mouth once more. Soon she had him writhing and whimpering beneath her, his loud moans and heavy labored breathing filling the lodge. Amakiir began to thrust up into her mouth as he held back a tortured groan. Callia intensified her sucking, her tongue swirling on his head. She focused her attention on the sensitive nerves of the underside, bringing him to a fever pitch. He groaned and slammed his cock into her throat. "Take it," he groaned. "Suck it!!!" The scent of musk flooded her nostrils as he exploded in her mouth, battering the back of her mouth with his cum. He screamed loudly before collapsing back onto his furs. She felt a slight brisk wind on her body and drew in the heady scent of jasmine. Looking around, Callia discovered they'd been transported to an enchanted glade full of wildflowers and butterflies. "How did we get here?" she marveled as she looked up into Amakiir's passion glazed eyes. "Because I willed it," he replied. Gone was the sneer of contempt as he looked down at her. "And we aren't done yet." He pressed her down to the ground and knelt between her spread legs. Kissing his way up her right thigh, Amakiir zeroed in her pussy. The closer he got to her cunt, the stronger her scent got. Slowly he licked around her pussy, sucking and kissing her swollen lips. He stuck his tongue in her snatch and sucked as much of her sweet nectar as he could. Callia moaned and he looked up her body. She was enjoying it as much as he was. He knew he had her and moved up to her clit. It wasn't hard to find since it was sticking out from its hood. As he licked and sucked her clit, he shoved a finger into her cunt. She groaned louder this time. He could tell she was on the verge of coming. To push her over the edge, he worked harder on her clit. "Oh god, yes!!! You're making me cooommmmee!!!" Callia screamed as she grabbed his head and pulled it into her pussy. Her juices gushed out and covered his face as she came. "Callia...if I had only known," he gasped, their bodies still shaking from the magnitude of both their orgasms. Sliding his body up to rest against hers, he embraced her tenderly. The simple act bewildered her. "Who are you and what have you done with the evil hateful Amakiir?" "Do you prefer pain and degradation to this?" "No, I just wonder why the change? You hate me. You always have, yet I never understood why. What did I do that was so bad that you'd torture me with your magic?" Callia asked as she looked straight into his silver eyes. "I did it out of jealousy. You've always been beautiful. You already know that. You don't need me or anyone telling you how beautiful and lovely you are. I have long desired you, but you could have anyone you wanted. So I knew I wouldn't stand a chance. So I tortured you instead. It was wrong of me," he admitted in a broken whisper. "You wanted me? I never knew." "I still do." Wide eyed and bewildered, Callia slapped him and pummeled his chest. "So why? Why continue to torture me? Why was the orc necessary?" "I had to know what you'd do, how you'd react. I had to know how strong you are. I knew you'd fight it. I never dreamed you'd take control like that after being brutalized so. Now I see what I never saw before. You, my pretty one, will be perfect. Together we can take over the clan. With your strength and my wits, not to mention my magic, we will be unstoppable." Amakiir grinned, the evil glint once more returning to his eyes. She eyed him wearily, realizing he still toyed with her. "I've always been attracted to power. You put all those other muscled bound warrior oafs to shame." "Callia," he whispered as he settled himself into the cradle of her thighs. Whispering a few incoherent words, he cast a spell to clean her nether core. The sticky wetness that coated her swollen pink lips and pussy dissipated, leaving her feeling clean. As he touched her, she felt a spark of energy course through her and felt a tightening sensation deep inside her. Callia gasped his name as a delicious shudder coursed through her. "What have you done?" "Simply repairing the damage the Orc caused. You are no longer torn and you are no longer loose," he whispered into her ear. "I want you whole again. I want you tight as can be. I love it when it's tight, gripping me, fitting me like a glove. Give that to me, my pretty one. Be like a virgin again, my sweet." "Why?" she asked, feeling mildly turned off. "Because dear Callia, I am claiming you as mine. I vow never to share you. I will be your only lover from here on out," he murmured into her ear. Callia really didn't know how to respond to that. Deep down, she didn't want to belong to him solely, or anyone as a matter of fact. She knew she would just have to make the most of for the time being. "To have a whole new chance to do things right? I can barely put to words how that makes me feel." "I'll take care of you. I'll be good and gentle. You deserve that much after the Orc, my pretty one." Amakiir resumed stroking her, his fingers dipping into between tight swollen lips of her pussy. He teased her, playing with her engorged clit and sucking on her nipples. He groaned as he felt her juices slicken her pussy lips. "I'm going to take you now, my pretty one," he murmured against her ear as he mounted her. He rubbed his cock head up and down her swollen cunt lips to get it wet with her juices before pressing against her pleasure slicked slit. His thick girth spread her as he eased his cock inside. He looked down at her pussy and saw her cunt swallow his cock as he pushed it in slowly. Gasping, he couldn't believe how tight she was as his head slipped past her swollen cunt lips and decided that very moment he wanted to take this slow and enjoy it. Callia let out a moan as he slowly began to thrust his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. "I never dreamed you would be so tight. You fit me like a glove. Oh, Callia, my sweet, why did I wait so long?" Callia's moans became music to his ears. He slowly stroked her, pushing and thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. Amakiir ventured a lookdown where they were joined. His cock easing in and out of her strawberry blond pussy. Her clit was sticking so far out; he had no problem seeing it. Teasing her, he started fingering it as he fucked her. Callia groaned again, squeezing her pussy muscles around his cock as she began to cum. With his other hand, he spread her cunt lips to give himself better access to her clit. She let out a cry. "Ooooooo yessssss! That feels so good. Fuck me now. Make me soak you!" Shifting his focus from her clit to her breasts, he began to fondle each. Her tits were a creamy white compared to her bronzed stomach and her nipples were so pale that he could not tell where the areola began. Her nipples were the size of a pebbles and were just as hard. He needed to get his hands and mouth on those luscious mounds but Callia started thrusting and coming, demanding he increase his efforts on her cunt. "You feel so good, so hard, so thick. Yes, fuck me. FUCK ME NOW!!" Callia squealed, as she squeezed his cock as she came again. It was bigger than her last one. "Don't stop. It feels so good. You really know how to make me feel good." Teasing her, he stopped sucking on her tits and flicking his fingers on her clit. Raising up, he positioned himself for better access to her hot cunt. He started pulling his cock almost all the way out and slowly pushing it back in. Callia screamed in protest. "Don't tease me," she begged. "Fuck me. Fuck me HARD!" He began to fuck her very slowly in order to savor the sensation of her cunt's warm caress. Callia felt very snug. He increased his speed slowly, as he enjoyed viewing Callia spread out in front of him. Her head went slowly from side to side as she cooed softly from her sexy lips. Her milky breasts bounced slightly as he accelerated his fucking. Marveling at the feel of her, he threw all his inhibitions to the wind. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Callia responded to their fucking by moaning louder. She wrapped her legs around his back and matched my tempo. Her body was shining with her sweat and her nipples were sticking out further than ever before. He began pounding her as hard as he could. She dug her nails into his back and shoulders, raking long gashes as she attempted to push him even deeper. Her hips undulated in time with his. She let out an impassioned howl as his thrusting went as deep as it could. He then found her pleasure spot. She jumped and squealed loudly. Intent on continuing his assault, he kept his thrusts deep and slow. Her moans came louder. She spread her thighs wider and lifted her hips higher, giving him more thrusting room. "Callia, my sweet pretty one, I never knew...never knew," he whispered against her mouth before bestowing a spectacular kiss upon her swollen lips. Gathering what concentration he could muster, he mentally dropped the sound barrier that surrounded his lodge, though his illusion of the sparkling glade remained. Callia's howls of ecstasy could now be heard outside of Amakiir's lodge. But he wasn't through with her yet. He slipped his cock out of her and pulled her to her knees. When he had her where he wanted her, he slid in behind her and began to caress her ass. Looking down at her, he realized what a great view he had of her juiciness. On her hands and knees, with her legs spread, he could see her swollen pink pussy lips and noticed her tight puckered ass. With a little magic, he heightened her pleasure by evoking a constant vibration on her clit. Instantly she orgasmed, her screams of pleasure echoing louder. Swiftly entering her from behind, he caressed her ass cheeks as his thrusts quickened. Gripping her hip with one hand, he slapped her ass teasingly. She squealed and arched her back. It was then he noticed her asshole was staring up at him. Ever so slowly he moved his hand closer to her hole and started playing with it. His probing was very tentative at first, but when he didn't hear any protest, he slipped a finger in. "What are you doing!?!" Callia screamed as she craned her neck to see what he was sticking up her ass. He didn't say anything and continued to push his middle finger in as far as it could go. Her ass squeezed tight until he stopped moving. He just left it there to let her get used to it while he fucked her pussy with his cock and heightened the magical vibration on her clit. After a few short minutes, Callia started moaning and pushing back against his hand. "That feels so good," she groaned, bucking her hips back against his cock and his finger. "Fuck my pussy with your cock and my ass with your finger. Don't stop- faster- oh YES. Feels so good." He didn't need to be told twice. He fucked her ass and cunt as hard as he could and she responded by meeting his every stroke. Her body became one large pleasure receptacle. She screamed and bucked, thrusting her hips backwards onto his cock and finger. Amakiir unleashed a mighty groan and intensified his own thrusts, steadily becoming quicker and faster and even deeper. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer, but he was determined to elicit one last massive orgasm from her. He pulverized her g-spot and slid a second finger into her ass. He could feel her orgasm building as pleasure coursed through every inch of her writhing body. Callia pushed backwards, rubbing her swollen red cunt lips up and down his pulsing hard cock. Her screams came louder as he noticed her whole body as it began to shake. He knew she was cumming. He could feel her pussy walls tightening on him as she exploded in an intensely long, incredibly violent orgasm. He groaned her name before delivering a few last pulverizing thrusts and spilled his seed deep within her. "So good..." When finally they both stopped cumming, they collapsed to the bed of furs, still shaking and quivering from the enormity of their mutual climax. With a grunt, he rolled away from her and gasped for breath. "Damn, you are so good," he panted hoarsely. "It feels like I've been wrung out completely." "You have been." Callia huskily chuckled as she rolled over onto her back next to him. After catching her breath, she rolled to her feet, finally noticing they'd returned to his lodge, the illusion now as spent as Amakiir. She walked over to the wash basin and whetted a scrap of cloth. Returning to the bed, she bathed him, removing all traces of sweat and cum from his lithely muscled body. Amakiir merely laid back and enjoyed it. He'd been brutal and nasty to her yet she took it all and responded with such sweetness. "Why?" he asked, as he caught hold of her hand. "Why what?" Callia replied, dropping the cloth as she finished. "I've been so cruel to you. How can you take it all and still respond this way afterwards? How can you be so good and sweet?" He skimmed his hand over her thigh. "I think you needed this," she replied. "We both did. I think deep down I always knew you wanted me, even if it wasn't as clear as it is now. It's like the old adage. We always hurt the ones we love the most. I've noticed the more desirous one is of someone, the more hurtful they respond when they can't have what they crave. The signs were so obvious. I see it all so clear now." Amakiir chuckled, "You may be right, pretty one." Callia smiled down at him before straddling his body once more. "You surprised me. I never thought you had such a well formed body hiding beneath your robes." "Would you have done it if I hadn't opened my eyes?" he asked, referring to her attempt on his life. Callia bobbed her head affirmatively as if to say yes. "No." "I knew you were here in the lodge. I could smell your excitement," he murmured. "I can still smell your excitement. You can't get enough, can you?" "No, not of a good thing." Words became useless as they gave into their mutual passions once more. The remainder of the night they spent locked in a passionate frenzy. They were still at it as dawn broke. Neither seemed to be able to get enough of the other, and position after position, orgasm after endless orgasm, they soared the heights of endless bliss. Callia learned of Amakiir's sensitive side as he made love to her with exquisite tenderness. She learned of his aggressive side, as he took control and bent her to his will. She also learned he could be as big of a freak as she reversed their roles and lead him into new territory. Once exhausted, they drifted off into a deep restful slumber, curled up in each other's arms. Several hours later as early afternoon came, the pair emerged from his lodge, causing a flurry of activity within the clan hold. Most shocking of all were the looks on everyone's faces as he embraced her before all, bestowing a passionate kiss upon her as well as declaring he'd staked his claim upon her. It was a change no one could have foreseen. For all knew Amakiir and Callia had long been bitter enemies...yet had come together through the most natural of emotions. LUST!