2 comments/ 15108 views/ 4 favorites Seduced by the Enemy By: Turbulence1973 Celestine slid her hand down T'mys's chest. She pushed farther south, over his gun belt down onto his groin. She caressed and groped him, immediately rewarded with a strong stirring under her palm. "You know how to use this cannon, gunslinger?" She purred. T'mys crashed his head back against the wall. The feeling was incredible. Celestine released his manhood and brought her hand back up to his face. With her index finger she pulled his face towards her by his chin. All the blood in T'mys's brain was rapidly traveling southward to fill a much more swelling need. Logic was quickly evolving into lust and desire. When the two finally parted, T'mys barely had time to catch his breath before Gloria pulled his face towards hers. She kissed him hard, using her teeth to pull at his bottom lip before diving back into the kiss, tongues intertwined, and her hand still groping his ass as if it was a personal possession. As she released his lips, T'mys began to stammer "I... I have... a room..." he barely registered he was evening speaking. "My-my, aren't you the little prepared one?" Gloria whispered into his ear before taking another nibble. She pulled him by the hand off the wall and headed towards the bat wing doors of the pub. His other hand quickly filled by Celestine's. Gloria had a huge smile on her face, and her skin blushed with rosy life. Celestine was also smiling ear to ear, and although her ebony skin didn't blush she was breathing heavily. As the three made their way up the stairs every eye in the pub was fixed upon them. T'mys was about to live out every man's dream. The trio was too busy giggling in anticipation to notice their audience. T'mys missed a step on the way up and fell backwards. His hands shot forward catching Gloria's as Celestine caught his backside by grabbing the seat of his pants. "Oh no you don't," Gloria whispered loudly, "you aren't getting away that easily." She pulled him up towards her as Celestine pushed him forward. T'mys landed in Gloria's embrace. "Who said I wanted to get away?" and he kissed her again. Gloria smiled, it was too easy to manipulate his desires, but now that she had, she would make her desires his as well. Celestine stepped up behind T'mys, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Her arms sliding between T'mys and Gloria, accidentally rubbing up against Gloria's already aroused breasts. It was at this moment that Gloria decided she would have them both. Gloria pulled her hands from around the gun mage, intentionally making sure that the brush would caress the satyxis' own bosom. Celestine hadn't realized that Gloria had wanted her as well, but whatever Gloria wanted... whatever Deneghra wanted, she got. Gloria pulled T'mys, both his hands in one of hers, down the hallway towards the rooms. T'mys followed, taking exaggerated steps with Celestine wrapped around him mimicking his movements. As they passed the second door T'mys stopped Gloria. "No, here." He instructed, pulling her back to him quickly. Her momentum jumping her towards him, as T'mys planned so he could snatch another kiss. With his free hand he slipped back the simple bolt that acted as the door handle. Gloria turned and entered the dark room dragging the others behind her. She exaggerated the waggle in her hips as she moved forward to attract T'mys's gaze. She could feel him looking too, like a bee drawn to honey. Gloria kicked the door shut behind her, lines from the gas lights outside filtered in barely lighting the room. "Let me get some light" T'mys whispered to the pair. Celestine released him from her grasp as Gloria let his hand slip from her fingers. It pained him to leave the two beauties for even a second, but he desperately wanted a little light to see by. T'mys undid his gun belt as he made his way over to the room's small table. "Infe'ro." T'mys cast the cantrip, igniting not only the candles on the table but those on the beds headboard as well. T'mys turned slowly back towards the women chuckling "I guess I don't know my own powe..." He was stunned with awe into silence by the vision before him. They both stood next to the bed. Gloria was unlacing Celestine's corset, while Celestine's right hand was on Gloria far hip pulling the lacing open to her breeches. "Let's hope you're right, soldier." Gloria purred as Celestine beckoned him forward with her free hand. T'mys dropped his gun belt unceremoniously. It was by luck that the chair happened to be right there underneath him. It caught the loop of the gun belt on its back. T'mys began to unbutton his uniform blouse as he stepped toward the sirens. T'mys took Celestine's outstretched hand, walking it back to her. He moved into her, kissing up her neck and nibbling on her earlobe. As he did this Gloria finished unlacing the satyxis's corset. Celestine dropped it from her shoulders, scooting T'mys back in the process. Her voluptuous breasts were heavy and had large purple areolas, T'mys pounced upon them once they were free. Celestine hadn't taken a lover since she had first arrived in Orven conclave. The touch of T'mys's tongue on her nipples was like a volcano, her nipples instantly rising in his mouth while his hands greedily caressed her flesh as Celestine held the gun mage's head against her. Gloria rubbed T'mys's back as he continued his frontal assault on Celestine. It wasn't until the satyxis gasped with pleasure that Gloria turned the half elf to face her. She brought T'mys's hands to her own breasts, his hands cupping them perfectly. "Unlace me." Gloria commanded playfully. T'mys tore at the corsets leather strap like a child ripping open a birthday present. Behind him Celestine slid out of her boots carefully, as to not disturb their hidden contents, and kicked them to the base of the bed. T'mys finished pulling the leather strap through its eye holes. Gloria's corset, having no shoulder support like Celestine's, fell backwards unto the floor. Her breasts were unblemished and fit perfectly in T'mys's hands. Her nipples were already hard and her skin was covered in goose pimples, Gloria found surprisingly, and with much delight, T'mys's touch arousing to her senses. Celestine reached around T'mys from behind and finished unbuttoning his uniform blouse. T'mys meanwhile had Gloria's nipple in between his teeth, flicking it playfully with his tongue as he exhaled warm air through his mouth unto the wet surface of her areola, only to inhale cold air on the same spot seconds later. The contrast felt electrifying on her skin, Gloria found her own hands holding T'mys head to her body as he worked, her finger intertwined in his long hair. Every now and then she would squee or giggle at the pleasure he was causing her. When all the buttons were undone, Celestine slid the blouse off his shoulders from behind. This separated T'mys from Gloria's chest. He could see the flushed look upon her face and the heavy breaths she exhaled in excitement. He quickly pulled the white undershirt over his head. Gloria knelt down in front of him and began undoing the buttons of his denim trousers. Celestine saddled up behind T'mys, her nipples pressing into his back as her nails raked up his washboard chest from underneath. Celestine began planting small kisses on his shoulders and the back of his neck while Gloria slid off T'mys's boots. She slid down his pants next, T'mys subconsciously lifting each leg to help her with the task. "What have we here?" Gloria giggled. "Hmmm..." Celestine looked over T'mys's shoulder; still holding his body to hers. T'mys was down to his loin cloth, which normally would hang down to just above his knees. Currently it was doing its best impression of a pup tent. The cloth hung over him like a loose cover. Celestine slid a hand down T'mys's side to the knot that held the loincloth up. With a simple tug on the material she undid the knot and the white fabric fell. Gloria had made to catch the cloth, removing the fabric from T'mys's enlarged member. T'mys watched Gloria in breathless anticipation. "Yummy." Celestine whispered in T'mys's ear. "Mmmmmm...." Is all Gloria said as she raised his tool in her hand. She couldn't fit her grasp all the way around him, as he pulsed and seem to grow in her hand. Gloria looked up at the two of them. "We know what to do with this, don't we?" "Mmm-hmmm." Celestine purred. The satyxis moved around the gun mage, taking his arm as she went. With a sharp push T'mys fell, landing hard on the edge of the bed, almost missing it altogether. Celestine knelt down in front of him, spreading his legs wide. Crawling up between his legs she took his erection in her hands. It had been a long time since Celestine had been with a man, and she was not disappointed with the size and girth of the one before her now. She slowly began to stroke him, careful as she had never seen a circumcised penis before. Must be an elven thing she thought. As Celestine stroked him up and down, Gloria crept up and over from the right leaning on T'mys's leg. She slid her hand under, gently cupping and caressing his balls. T'mys just rolled his head back in pure enjoyment of the moment. "No, like this." T'mys heard Gloria instruct softly. And when he looked back down at the two women, Gloria was moving in. Gloria had hiked herself over his leg, and without ceremony she brought her mouth over the head of his penis, taking him in her mouth she reflexively rolled her tongue along the base of his shaft and back to the tip. T'mys could barely contain himself at the feeling. Elven guttural sounds sprang from his lips, and while neither woman could understand it, a rough translation would be 'Bless the Goddess'. Gloria continued to slide her mouth down until she reached Celestine's hand and then slide back up again. Before she pulled away she took the head in her lips, slowly pulling away she grazed her teeth lightly across his sensitive skin. She gave one more playful squeeze of his balls before retracting out of Celestine's way. Celestine, taking the cue, moved her head into T'mys's groin, her long hair tickling his thighs. With her tongue she licked up the base of his shaft. She breathed in the strong musk of him and found it intoxicating. Instead of diving right in as Gloria had, Celestine licked and kissed his manhood. Moving down she took one of his testicles in her mouth, rolling it around in her tongue. T'mys was in ecstasy. Gloria aided by stoking his shaft while Celestine primed his balls with her talented tongue. When she finished, she trailed a row of kisses back up him. When she reached the top she engulfed him, his member filling her throat. She pushed down until her nose felt the tickle of hair at his pelvis. With long strokes Celestine would pull all the way to the tip only to plunge back down to his base. She stopped once, looking up at T'mys with his tip in her mouth. His eyes were fluttering and rolling back into his head with pleasure. Every now and then he would grunt out an elvish guttural curse or praise with a heavy breath. Celestine went back to orally pleasing the elfling, shortly after she felt his hand drift onto her head. His hand would rise and lower with her movements. T'mys was getting excited; she could tell by the way he would push her head back down, not forcefully, but with a little added pressure to speed things along. Celestine had the situation well in control. She knew how to use her mouth, all the pleasing sensations that lips, teeth, and a tongue could offer. When T'mys felt his balls start to tighten he took Celestine by the horns. His gentle pushes becoming a little more forceful, holding them like reins, up and down, up... and... down. Had it been any other situation Celestine would have killed him for this. But if she ruined this moment for Gloria, her own life would be forfeit. Adding to that fact was that Celestine herself could not explain how aroused she felt. True, it had been some time for her, but she was burning up inside. Something this young elfling would take care of soon enough, she hoped. Gloria could sense the satyxis' ire rising, and the cause was easy to see. T'mys was being driven over the edge and enjoying every moment of it. And Gloria would not lose control of this situation over the casual placement of hands. "Oh T'mys..." she called to him as she stood. T'mys's world came momentarily back into focus as he heard his name. He looked over to Gloria. Gloria's side lacing to her breeches had already been undone. Putting the emphasis into her every movement, she sexily bent over and slid her pants over her ass, and then lingeringly slow down her legs. She extracted each foot with precision, showing off her well-toned body. T'mys thought she was incredible. Gloria stood in his gaze for a moment, wearing nothing but a black loincloth herself. She moved with grace onto the bed next to him. She placed her hands on his chest, "I have an itch..." Gloria cooed as she pushed him down unto the bed while climbing up next to him. T'mys's hands let go of Celestine's horns as he fell back. "...I'm hoping you can help me scratch." Gloria lifted her leg above his head, getting into a position where her knees were against his shoulders. T'mys only had a moment to see the bare skin of her folds before they came down upon his lips. The gun mage reached his hands around her thighs for leverage before diving into the freshly shaven area. Gloria only had a moment to sense the satyxis' ire disappear when T'mys released her horns. Gloria only had a moment, because an instant later the elfling had found her piercing and attacked it with his tongue. T'mys had never seen a piercing down here. He had seen the piercings on the faces of the people from the Scharde Islands, but never below the neckline. For a fleeting moment he wondered what else they might pierce, but then realized exactly what Gloria's piercing was attached to. From thought to brain to action took only a second. His tongue played with the small ring like it was a new toy, which in its own way it was. He slid his tongue over her bud and between her folds, she was tangy and he wanted more of her. He sucked the small ring into his mouth, playing with her clitoris much like he had her nipples earlier; encircling it slowly, flicking it with his tongue. Pacing himself by her movements, the sudden clenching of her thighs and her low moans of pleasure, T'mys continued his oral assault. Gloria raked her nails up his chest, her body experiencing building levels of pleasure she hadn't had in quite some time. Reddened scratch marks could easily be seen by the candlelight. Celestine continued her suckling, switching between the full length of him and his tightening balls below, the chore becoming easier now that the male had released her horns. Normally mates were warned against touching them, horns being a sacred part of their self. T'mys had meant no harm, and to gore him would have been... rude. But she had an itch as well she wanted this man to handle and, until that point she wanted his weapon primed for the job. Gloria's legs were clutching his head tightly now, her moans and labored breathing were constant. Her damn was about to burst. T'mys also felt his own volcano about to explode. Too many sensations. He continued licking and probing Gloria with his tongue, but it became increasingly difficult as his own climax was fast approaching. Gloria's nails digging into his chest only seemed to drive him on harder and faster. Gloria cried out loudly as she came. Her thighs flooding down upon her lover, T'mys lapped her juices, the tangy sweetness washing over him. Celestine looked up at her partner for a moment, a laugh on her face. Seemed like the elfling knew what he was doing. Gloria was panting and moaning slowly as she began to come down from her own orgasmic burst. Celestine could tell T'mys was close. His precum was on her tongue as she ran it along the base of his shaft. T'mys's balls had completely tightened up, and Gloria's own screams were sending T'mys threw the roof. Apparently this was a trait among the Willis men, heightened stimulation to the partner's excitement. He was about to explode and had no way of warning the beautiful woman between his legs. He was trying to hold off the intimate moment as best he could but when Celeste took his balls in her tickling fingers as she once again took him entirely in her mouth he lost control. T'mys erupted into Celestine's mouth. Celestine pulled back quickly as she swallowed down his first shot. She didn't care for the taste, but swallow or not; even Celestine knew it wasn't sexy to spit. T'mys's second blast left a line down her chin and neck as she was pulling back. She continued pumping him as he erupted before her yet again. The third eruption landed over the naked flesh of her bosom. Celestine continued kneading T'mys, his seed spilling over her hand as he softened. Softened, not deflated, Celestine was pleased to see. She still had plans of her own for this man. Gloria looked through her sweat soaked hair with wanton lust on her face. She looked over at Celestine, the satyxis' eyes still latched firmly upon T'mys's member. She pulled her nails off of T'mys's chest, reaching over to Celestine's face. Gloria traced her finger up the line T'mys's manhood had made across Celestine's neck and chin. She brought the loaded finger back to her mouth, tasting him. The strong flavor of salt and musk bit at her tongue, and unlike Celestine, Gloria found she liked the taste. She slipped one hand over Celestine's ear, gently caressing it, while sweetly brushing the hair out of the satyxis's face. She pulled Celestine up off the floor towards her into a lustful kiss above T'mys. Gloria pulled Celestine up onto the bed, laying her down besides T'mys. She continued the kiss while laying her down. Once upon the blankets she began kissing down Celestine's neck removing the necklace T'mys had put there. Her kisses nibbling and suckling the satyxis' flesh, something Celestine hadn't experienced since leaving her sisters back amongst the Satyxis tribes; the succulent contact of another woman. Gloria shifted awkwardly off T'mys to have a better angle of attack for her other lover for this evening. Celestine was pulled up and urged onto the bed by Gloria. She crawled over T'mys' leg and onto the mattress besides the pair, Gloria guiding her movements as she came aboard. Gloria lightly caressed Celestine's flesh, pushing her over so that she would be laying face up. Gloria lifted herself off her half elf lover and moved towards the satyxis' full breasts, kissing the satyxis flesh as she moved her body around as she went. She moved her legs from T'mys's head and spun clumsily on her knee to face the same way as Celestine. Gloria flipped her other leg over Celestine's waist, mounting her lover. She dove into Celestine's neck, kissing and lightly biting the flesh. It had been a long time since Celestine was with another woman, not since before she had left her tribe on the island. The erotic contact of Gloria on top of her sent new kinds of chills up her spine, a type of tingle long forgotten. The two women kissed passionately, Gloria driving Celestine's desire forward with kisses and fondling. She raked her nails in Celestine's scalp, the thick curly locks twisted in her fingers. Gloria's rapturous kisses followed the trail left by T'mys. She took the satyxis' heavy breasts in her hands kneading them softly as she took one of Celestine's nipples in her mouth. Goose bumps rose all over Celestine's flesh as one nipple was playfully twisted by Gloria's fingertips as the other was suckled between tongue and teeth. Reaching down she cupped one of Gloria's breasts in her own hand, the nipple still erect in excitement. She mimicked her mistress's advances, tortuously teasing the rosy bud. Gloria moved her leg over to the far side of her lover and slid her hand off Celestine's bosom. Dragging her nails down her lovers ebony skin she pushed underneath the waistline of her pants. Her pale finger pushed through the tangles of hair, finding the cleft between Celestine's leg, and with her middle finger pushed through to the moistness that lay beyond. With slow strokes Gloria would move her finger all the way down and then slowly back up between her folds. It only took moments for Celestine to part her legs a little further giving Gloria more access. Seduced by the Enemy What had started as just her middle finger became both her middle and ring fingers. She would move down the middle of her, caressing her clitoris as she went south. As she reached Celestine's entrance she would dip the two fingers inside as deep as they would go. The satyxis arched her hips forward to feel the fingers deeper inside her, but when she did this Gloria only pulled her fingers out and back up caressing her nub between the middle of her two fingers again. The feeling was both torture and divine. As Gloria left him, T'mys took a moment to catch his breath. His body was covered in sweat and his mind was still buzzing between his own orgasm and all the alcohol he'd had this evening. He felt more than saw the two women cuddling next to him. And the longer the two were together, the more energized they became. He could feel their arms intertwining, and hear the sound of kisses, some together and other separate. When he regained a little bearing he leaned up on one side. What he saw caused an almost instant arousal. Two women kissing wrapped around each other, their bosoms together. Gloria began kissing down Celestine's collarbone and down to her breast, following the line T'mys had made on her skin. She kissed up the sensitive skin, taking the large nipple in her mouth. Celestine had her arms wrapped around the other woman, one around her head while her other hand was raking her nails down the other's back. T'mys watched as Gloria slipped her free hand down under Celestine's pants line. And while he couldn't see exactly what that hand was doing, he saw Celestine's crotch raise up to meet the hand, watching the rhythmic motion of her grind her pelvis upwards into Gloria's palm. Watching the two women began to excite T'mys, recharging his libido. He leaned over, kissing Celestine on her shoulder, the satyxis barely registered he was even there. Then T'mys moved down slightly to Gloria. She was watching Celestine now, looking to see the pleasure she was causing blossom on her face. She saw T'mys move towards her and kissed his lips hungrily, never losing a beat as she continued to stimulate her partner. When Gloria released him from the kiss he moved off the bed. Celestine lay across the bed, her ass just barely on the mattress. T'mys moved up between her legs and started to undo the buttons on either side of her waist. As the buttons were released Gloria found she had more room to play, driving her fingers deeper and faster into Celestine, her thumb making rough circles around the satyxis' clitoris. Celestine began bucking against Gloria's hand as her lover increased her tempo, little screams of ecstasy, which were becoming louder and louder, between heavy breaths echoed in the candlelight. Once all the buttons were undone, T'mys grabbed Celestine's pants by the waistline and began to pull them off. This was no easy task as Celestine was too wrapped up in the building orgasm and her legs and groin were more focused on Gloria's hand than T'mys' efforts. Pulling the breeches down from her waist proved to be easier than pulling them off her legs. T'mys moved down her legs, but as Celestine's impending release neared, she began kicking and tightening her legs, and almost kicked T'mys over. When he finally removed her pants he was greeted with a beautiful sight. The satyxis wore no undergarments, nor did it matter, as long, strong, ebony legs stretched out from her waist. Gloria's hand was buried in a thick patch of dark curls, unlike his human lover, Celestine was very natural. Gloria had several fingers moving in and out of Celestine. The satyxis was almost over her threshold and was moving on sexual instinct alone. When Gloria extended her pinky and forefingers outward against Celestine inner thighs, she instant spread her legs wide. T'mys moved in-between Celestine's strong thighs, Gloria goading him on with lustful looks. She eased her fingers out of Celestine and took T'mys's engorged member in her palm. She guided the head of his penis to Celestine's ready pussy. Feeling T'mys there she could only order "Oh, fuck me." T'mys thrust deep inside her. His hands wrapped tightly around her thighs as he pushed into her with all his strength. Celestine wrapped her longs legs around him, pulling him deeper with each of her thrusts. Celestine was a screamer, and she cursed nastily at him as he continued to drill into her. At first Gloria was caught up in the moment, only watching as the two gave in to their baser instincts. Her fingers actually brought her back into the game. The thrusts were hard from both of them, and they moved underneath her hand. Gloria's hand was still entwined in Celestine pubic curls and they gently tugged at her hand. With a wicked smile on her face Gloria returned to rubbing Celestine's puffy clit, it now protruding with the stimulation. That was all it took for Celestine's damn to burst. Her orgasm hit her like a shockwave, and for a time she blacked out, it was too much to handle. When she did regain her senses the next wave was building already as her lover was still inside her, pounding deeply, and her mistress was latched to her breast, torturing her nipple as she pinched Celestine's bud between her fingers. Celestine pushed herself up on her elbows, and Gloria moved up to her. The two kissed deep and hard, Gloria pulling at the satyxis's lips with her teeth, her arm outstretched but not quite able to reach Celestine's center anymore. She kissed her way back down Celestine's ebony skin, this time down the valley of her bosom. She kissed down her tummy, and as she moved down her hand once again found its purchase in Celestine's curls and once again began teasing her more sensitive parts. When her lips met the hairy patch she moved up to T'mys's chest, lightly biting his nipple before moving her kisses upwards. This slowed T'mys's rhythm down but didn't stop him. As Gloria's mouth found his, he continued to move deep within Celestine, but slower now, adding an upward twist with each thrust when buried fully inside her. Without realizing it he was nailing Celestine's spot. Between that and Gloria's continued teasing of her clitoris, Celestine was quickly building to her second climax of the evening. Gloria was fierce with her kisses, almost mean. She took what she wanted. T'mys had no problem with this whatsoever. She teased his nipples as he had teased hers; she dragged her teeth down his neck as she planted kisses there. She tugged at his earlobes with her nibbles; a surprising erogenous zone T'mys hadn't realized was so sensitive before. But when she whispered in his ear, "Fuck her." T'mys was blown away. T'mys did as he was commanded, and once again picked up the pounding rhythm and fast pace which he had had before. Celestine's legs tightened around him, pulling him harder with every thrust. "Harder! I want to see you fuck her harder!" She whispered in his ear loudly. No longer was she playing with Celestine's clit, although her hand was still draped upon the climaxing satyxis, now her attention was focused on her man. Her other hand's nails were dug into his pectoral muscles; oddly the added bit of pain only pushed T'mys further. Looking down, Celestine was laid out before him, holding her breasts tightly against herself. In the light it looked as if she played with her own nipples. Her own cries of pleasure being stuttered because of his strong thrusts. She hadn't called his named, but had cursed at him and repeated similar orders to what Gloria had instructed yelling and screaming out loud, until finally in a high pitched "AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiieeeeeeee..." Celestine's whole body first tensed and then went dramatically limp. * * * Downstairs the pub was completely silent. Every ear turned upward, listening to the coital activity taking place upstairs. Everyone heard the loud screams of pleasure and foul language uttering forth form Celestine's mouth. When she topped the moon there was dead silence for a moment. And then the whole bar cheered in victory! Free drinks were passed around as bets were paid. Beau still couldn't believe it and his mouth about hit the floor. Torga, being unusually humble, just took a sip of his free drink and thought, 'That's my boy.' * * * T'mys went off like a rocket inside her. As Celestine neared her own orgasm she tightened not only her legs around him but also all her muscles inside around him. And between the two women's excitement and the incredible feeling of this woman's sex, T'mys lost control. He pumped deep inside her, his seed filling her completely. Even after the first strong bursts he continued thrusting inside her, pumping every bit of fluid into her. She in return kept her legs latched around him, her breeding instinct taking over in this moment of lust. T'mys kept pumping and flexing inside her until at last, drained of energy he fell backwards. Her legs released him as he stepped, not so much as fell, the few paces back on to the chair. His body was drenched in sweat and his vision a bit blurry for a moment. Gloria was still leaning over Celestine, rubbing her belly in the after glow. On the table next to him was a jug of water and two cups. He hoisted the jug straight to his face and drank deeply. When he placed the jug back on the table Gloria was inching herself off the bed and moving over to T'mys. She stepped over to him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "Come over here Mercir boy." She instructed sweetly, pulling his hand toward her. He stood up again and wrapped his arms around her naked figure. She was beautiful in the candlelight, it was odd, the expression on her face, as if he was seeing the enjoyment of two people. He kissed her deeply, standing there naked in the middle of the small room. When she finished she pulled him by the hand back over to the bed. She stood between Celestine's legs; the satyxis lay there with her eyes closed and a very sated smile on her face. "You see that look?" She asked him sweetly, looking up into his eyes. He nodded yes. "I want you to make me feel like that." She told him and kissed him gently again, this time taking his soft tool in her hand, beginning to pump him gently. "I don't know darlin', I..." He started, but she silenced him with a finger from her free hand. She turned back toward the content satyxis and rubbed her belly softly. Her other hand massaging his sensitive manhood. "I think there is still a lot of life left in him." T'mys couldn't argue, already he began to feel the stirring of life between his legs. He watch Gloria's hand as it caressed Celestine's ebony flesh, moving softly over her tight stomach and across her heavy bosom. Celestine just smiled at the feeling, still lost in her own afterglow. What T'mys didn't noticed was the green glow emanating from Gloria's palms. There is a healing side of necromancy known as White Necromancy. It is very similar to healing in many ways. However, it uses one life force to power another. And in the candlelight the glow is very difficult to see. And while she stole strength from Celestine, Gloria recharged her man's weapon so he could use it on her. T'mys felt himself stiffen in her palm, and he wanted her. More and more it seemed like an animalistic need to have her. He moved in behind her, wrapping his arms around her. His rough hands moved up her tummy taking her breasts in his palms. He kneaded them, cupping the whole of her breasts while rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Gloria could feel him hardening like steel in her grasp, perhaps even growing. "You want me, Mercir boy?" she asked coyly. He responded by biting her shoulder along with a kiss. His teeth bit lightly into her flesh and she was pleased. She let go of him and stretched up across Celestine, parting her legs as she stretched. T'mys hands slipped from her breasts as she slipped forward, sliding back down over her hips. He stepped in behind her, moving himself between Gloria's legs. Gloria reached a hand back, at first playing with his balls, which under her spell were working overtime, and then lightly raking her nails along the base of his shaft, guiding him into her. Gloria's hand brought his head to her folds, T'mys did the rest. He pushed inside, spreading her wide, his hands sliding over her hips. She was moist and tight, and all he craved was to be inside her. Gloria felt him enter her, feeling herself give way as he stretched and filled her. He pushed into her with long slow strokes, pulling her hip to set his pace. For her part Gloria was leaned over Celestine's sleeping body, her hands on the bed for support. She had taken about a year off the satyxis' life for her lover's stamina, a price she now felt, in several ways, was more than worth it. T'mys was like a rock inside her, moving in and out, the gunslinger's pace getting a little faster with each stroke. His rough hands were on her hips, with his nails just starting to bite into her flesh. He pulled and pushed her body as momentum exerted a thrust of force each time as she came back fully. His movements were indeed getting faster, and Gloria didn't mind this one bit. Her movements would almost push his pulling hands. She loved the feel as he'd throw that last second upward thrust into her. She would push back to meet him and then move forward, her pelvis brushing against the sleeping satyxis' own pubic curls. She almost wished Celestine was still awake, because she could think of even more things to do in her current spot, between her two lovers. Celestine had passed out with a content smile on her face. Feeling T'mys between her legs, she could more than understand why. T'mys slid one of his hands up her spine and then raked his own nails sharply back down her flesh. The feeling was like magic to Gloria, and she thrust back harder into him to show her appreciation. He moved his hand all the way back up and into her scalp, both toying and scratching at the sensitive skin found there. She rolled her head under his fingers as they worked. After a little while of this hair play he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back, arching her back up towards him. He moved his free hand from her hip up around her to move her body up next to his. She turned her head to face him as he tried to kiss her, an awkward maneuver but one she couldn't pass, this man drove her wild in a way she couldn't quite explain. Again she bit at his lower lip, pulling away hard with his lip clamped between her teeth. She could feel, more than see, the wicked grin his face made. It spread to her face like wild fire. She fell back down upon the bed, her hands landing hard on either side of Celestine. The sleeping woman didn't even stir. T'mys grabbed Gloria's hips again, immediately thrusting into her with all his strength. His strength was uncanny as he plowed into her, Gloria felt her toes begin to tingle, as every thrust seemed to get stronger. He began to actually lift her off the floor with each pump; even positioned as she was she could feel air underneath her feet as he pushed forward. Gloria's mind was becoming dazed with pleasure, that powerful familiar tingle spreading up her legs. Then T'mys smacked her ass, hard. She pushed him off her in a second and spun around. It was more the dignity of it all than anger that made her stop; she was in control here, not him. But the thought of indignity disappeared as she looked up at him. He stood there in the candlelight, their soft glow gleaming off his sweat soaked body, in the light his sweat had become a glowing sheen. His tightly muscled body seemed geared for combat; his hands were inches away from his waist, as if ready to pull pistols out of holsters. His hair loosely hung down in a mess around his head and face, and only seemed to frame his wild, animalistic grin. His erection stood out like a spear towards the sky. Gloria took a moment to drink him in, this wild elfling, this spellslinger, who would be hers. Her legs still felt the tingles he had brought her, and her whole body trembled in anticipation of what he would do next. Her momentary anger was gone in an instant as he charged back into her, ramming both of them against the wall. They had missed the bed by inches, and she could feel the rough sheet against her leg as she hiked it around T'mys thigh. Her arms wrapped around him as she gave him entrance, which he took like a charging gladiator. Her other foot barely touched the floor as he thrust upwards into her. His head was buried in between her neck and shoulder, and she could feel the heat of his heavy breaths upon her skin. Her nails raked down his back as the mind-numbing tingles that had been in her legs climbed higher and higher throughout her whole body. She could feel his back arch at the pain, but his prick kept pounding into her anyway. She could feel her first wave coming like a swift wind; it was working its way in from her ends toward her center. Gloria hiked her other leg around T'mys' waist and tried locking her feet. T'mys moved his left hand down under her ass, grabbing her firmly. Now the only thing holding her up against the wall was his erection and his body weight. Gloria started bucking as her lover continued fucking her against the wall. She dug her nails into him for extra support, one hand in the back of his neck while the other clung to his spine. When her orgasm hit her she screamed out in ecstasy, her body locked around him, her nails biting deeper into his skin, drawing blood. Every part of her body was over-sensitized; she could barely take the continued assault from her lover. "Stop..." she whispered, but T'mys didn't hear her in his own lust. "Stop... please, stop..." she called again to him, first whispering in his ear, then moving his head with her hands to look up at her. He slowed his pace when he looked up at her, her body still convulsing in pleasure around him. All he wanted to do was continue and was unsure what was going on, but he did as she bade. It had been a very long time since she had had an orgasm this powerful; Gloria just clung to him there against the wall, her body shivering in aftershocks. T'mys slowly started to inch his way inside her and she instantly stopped him. He held her there as she rode her body's waves, wiping away tears of joy over his shoulder. This surprised even her since she almost never cried at anything, and never before during sex. "Lay down, Mercir boy." She cooed softly to him, regaining some of her control. Holding her body still wrapped around him, he made the quarter turn back and lay down on the bed, almost in the spot he'd started from. Once settled she repositioned herself, keeping him inside her the entire time, T'mys was still a monument inside her. She started moving again slowly, as T'mys moved his hands up her torso taking her breasts in his palms. He cupped her bosom as they bounced softly up and down, as she made her own pace. Gloria was now in complete control as she looked down at her lover. She also rubbed her hands and nails up and down the chest of her lover, tickling him slightly when her nails came back down over his hip bones. Reaching behind her she took his balls softly in her hands, caressing them in her grasp. T'mys would try to mask her rhythm, and as she came down he would push his hip upward to try and go deeper. As she was arched back playing with his balls, T'mys slid his own hand into her exposed cleft. Finding her piercing with his thumb he flicked the ring lightly adding stimulation to her clitoris. She could only concentrate on him for a few more moments as this added stimulation was sending tremors up her body. Tingles starting at her waist were moving up her chest, and she moved her arms around to caress her own skin. She held her breasts tightly to her as her hips went from making light circles to bucking up and down. T'mys moved his hands on to her thighs, keeping her pace moving in and out of her as she moved up and down. As she would impale herself back down on him, he would push down on her hip while trying to thrust as far as he could inside her. Again he began swearing in elvish guttural under heavy breaths as he started to feel his own climax building. She moaned in delight on top of him as she pinched her own nipples mixing pleasure and pain with the feeling bubbling up inside her. She was losing control of her own body, swept up in the ecstasy he was causing her. She moved her arms up brushing the hair out of her face to see him better. For what had always been about control for her was now lost in the pure pleasure of the moment, for he wasn't just a slave scared of not pleasing his leader. No. He was just a man trying to please his woman, making love to her like an equal, and best, fucking her like his lover. Seduced by the Enemy It was this picture in his mind that T'mys wanted to remember always as Gloria. On top of him, her hair pushed back by her hands, with a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Her breasts bouncing playfully as she rode him for all he was worth. Because in this moment, she was Gloria the woman inside the war witch. That small part of what could have been inside all of us. Free from everything else and in that moment she was at her loveliest. He wanted to remember her always like this; sadly this image would die only a few weeks later. Try as he might he couldn't keep up with her pace. Gloria was bucking for all she was worth on top of him, her whole body on fire. She impaled herself down on him as he kept thrusting upwards. Finally T'mys kept his pelvis raised so she could take his entire length, his own nails digging into her thighs. At this pace he knew he would blow at any second. Looking towards the heavens she started moaning "tor... Tor..." over and over again, not quite finishing what she was saying. T'mys didn't know she was barely keeping from screaming the name of her lord and god Toruk. He thought she was trying to say his name, he moved his hand up her chest trying to get her attention, and simply whispered in a heavy breath "Gloria, it's T'mys." "T'MYS!!!!" It was like a key opening a dam. Her entire body thrashing down upon him, she came hard as she continued to impale herself on his tool, then freezing in place. She shutteded on top of him, her legs tensed against his body. Her arms dropped from her own nipples grabbing his chest. Her internal muscles tightened around him and her powerful orgasm sent T'mys over the top. He erupted like a volcano inside her; she could feel his bursts inside splashing against her cervix, feel the pulse through his shaft inside her each time he let go again. His own breathing was extremely labored as it almost hurt to cum yet a third time this evening, and yet it wouldn't stop. He would keep trying to push deeper inside her each time. She crashed down upon his chest, with him still inside her. She was on fire and couldn't remember being so content. She could feel him still flexing inside her, moving every bit of his seed, and yet he didn't soften. T'mys wrapped his arms around her body and held her against him. Her heart was moving like a rabbits, his much the same. He stroked her hair softly as their breathing calmed down, rubbing her back softly. She welcomed the embrace, relaxing, feeling both warm and safe. The two slowly fell asleep in this position. She would awaken a little while later, the candles having burnt out sometime in between then and now. She chuckled at the fact that his erection still hadn't subsided. 'Yes' Gloria thought to herself, 'definitely worth the magic.' She snuggled beside him, listening to his breathing and his heartbeat. She felt the bed shift on the far side and realized that Celestine had woken up. Gloria waited knowing what the satyxis was up to. She saw Celestine bring the wicked dagger over T'mys' chest. She merely put her hand over Celestine's and whispered "No."