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To the Citadel Ch. 01

By: seth_perm



Garth was determined to keep pace with the others, knowing that if he fell back they might just leave him behind. His pony, although blessed with prodigious stamina, had shorter legs than the others' horses and was beginning to struggle to maintain its canter.

He kept his eyes on the three figures ahead of him: Levan, a huge shape on his huge horse; Lena, her curvaceous figure, cloaked and hooded on top of her stallion. And of course, Katryn, the young woman whom he had always loved and the reason he was here in the middle of the night on the North Road, leaving the village in which he had lived his whole life.

It was maybe three months ago that some strange occurrences had begun to plague Fenceley Manor, Katryn's ancestral residence and Garth's home from his infancy. Garth had lived all of his eighteen years at Fenceley since he was orphaned as a baby, working the last ten as a stableboy. Katryn was the Baron and Lady Fenceley's youngest child, the same age as Garth, and the object of his wordless worship since his earliest memories.

So when random explosions had beset the Ladies' quarters, cooked chickens had flow off the platters at the annual Harvestswallow banquet and Lady Applefleck's hair had turned green while she was switching her maid, Garth had observed Katryn's suspicious behaviour. It was obvious to him that something was changing within her and that she was causing the sorcerous happenings, that she was blossoming into a practitioner of the Craft.

And it couldn't have escaped the notice of the Baron either because within a few weeks two unusual visitors came to the manor. Levan was a huge dark man in his fifties, muscled and scarred like the swordsman he patently was. Lena though was a breathtakingly attractive woman with honey-blonde hair, slightly above middling height but with a lush womanly body that begged for and received male attention. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties but her sparkling green eyes seemed older and wiser. In public, she treated Levan with a somewhat intimate fondness but still as her servant. Garth was certain that she was a Craftswoman.

He knew nothing of the Craft beyond what everyone knew. It was a type of sorcery, exclusive to women, which gave its users magical control over the natural world. When it was discussed by Garth's male colleagues, it was always in a spirit of mistrust although the legendary beauty of Craftswomen and their renowned yet fatal lust often featured in his fantasies.

And Lena fit his idea of a Craftswoman perfectly with her physical perfection and inviting attitude coupled to her confident controlling manner. Garth noted the time she spent with Katryn and reasoned that the guests were here to whisk her away to learn the Craft properly. He resolved to follow his love no matter where she went.

Which was why he had been waiting one Fannisday evening, saddlebags packed, when they had stolen into the stables at the dead of night.

"What do you want, boy?" Levan had challenged him once he was discovered.

"I saw you getting ready to go today. I, I want to come with you," he blurted out. "I want to protect you," he said more quietly, glancing up at a furious Katryn who was wearing practical and tight-fitting riding clothes which accentuated her slender frame and spectacular bosom.

Katryn's laugh was harsh and unkind. "And how exactly are you supposed to do that? You're nothing more than an ugly dirty stablehand with leering eyes. I've seen you watch me hungrily like a lecherous old man."

"It seems to me that you have a lot more than the Craft to learn, young woman," Lena firmly interposed. She looked up at Levan who, after a significant pause, nodded. "It's agreed, you will come with us," she said to Garth.

"What! No! He's just going to get in the way," Katryn hissed with passion, staring at Garth with hatred.

His feelings torn between joy that he would be going with Katryn and distress at her obvious contempt for him, he continued to saddle his pony.

And so now he followed his travelling companions as dusk arrived, his eyes fixed on Katryn's shapely arse although the disapproving set of her back made his cheeks burn with an indignant shame. He had loved Katryn from an early age, when they were still allowed to play together. And he had continued to love her from afar as she had grown into a beautiful young noblewoman, tall and full breasted with coppery ringlets of hair and limpid blue eyes. She had not shown any friendliness towards him for many years but then nor had she shown any of the loathing he could feel from her now. He knew that he wasn't an attractive young man, somewhat overweight, if still fit and strong, but it particularly hurt to be called ugly by the woman he loved.

As the sun started to crest the horizon, Levan pulled them off the road into a hidden clearing in a thick copse where they made a camp.

"Why are we travelling during the night? From whom are we hiding?" Garth asked Lena as Levan obscured their tracks and concealed the horses from the road.

"There are a cabal of sorcerers known as the Mannish Reapers who love nothing better than to capture and enslave potential young Craftswomen using a brutal sexual ritual. Levan and I are known to them as a recruiting team and so to avoid recognition, we will take back roads and travel by night until we reach our destination."

"Why can't we just use the Craft to hide ourselves or fight them if they attack us?" Katryn asked Lena respectfully.

"Excessive use of the Craft is like a beacon to them, child. You must learn that it is only to be used when necessary and there is always a price to play," she added cryptically.

"And where are we going?" Garth inquired.

"Why the hell did you come if you don't where the fuck we're going?" Katryn heatedly interrupted.

"There is no need for incivility, Katryn," Lena said, her calm voice still managing to be full of rebuke and disappointment for her ward. "Garth is with us for a very good reason. He has loyalty to you and friends one can trust are invaluable to all, Craftswomen included." She continued, "Also, Garth will be very useful as part of your training, as you will soon find out."

Katryn didn't say anything but looked up at Garth in disgust, her pretty face marred with barely controlled anger for the servant.

Lena turned to Garth, "We are going to Fanu Bataru, young man. This is the citadel where Katryn will learn the Craft and the spiritual home of my calling. It is four to five months' journey to the North-West of Fenceley in the land of Great Clench."

They prepared and ate a meal with nothing more than banalities despite the numerous questions Garth had; he rightly sensed that Katryn would explode at him again if he said anything and Lena wasn't in a particularly garrulous mood.

Eventually Lena stood up. "We will have to learn how to sleep during the day to make better speed at night. Get into your bedrolls and I will use a minor cantrip to aid your slumber."

As Garth waited for Lena to come to him he wondered what possible part he could play in Katryn's training. He also felt some apprehension about his first forthcoming brush with magic but when Lena came to him she sat down next to him smiling reassuringly.

"You mustn't worry about Katryn's hostility. She's very scared right now because of the changes happening to her. She will come to respect and care for you with time," she said. Garth gave a tight nod of thanks for her kind words. "And don't worry, this won't harm you at all," she reassured him. She bent over him, her impressive cleavage swelling from her riding top and lightly kissed him on the forehead. He fell asleep immediately with the view of Lena's perfect tanned bosom lingering in his mind

When he woke it was starting to darken again, although the campfire was throwing a flickering light around the clearing. He sat up, surprised that he had slept so long. There was no-one else there. For a second he thought his companions had abandoned him but their bedding and packs were still nearby and he could hear the horses whickering. He could also hear female voices through the trees. He stood up and made his way towards them.

Not wanting to interrupt the conversation, he carefully approached until he could see Katryn and Lena sitting side-by-side on a fallen log. There was no sign of Levan. He decided to remain concealed in the trees.

"So why did it come on me so suddenly?" Katryn was asking.

"When a young woman begins to feel lust between her legs, the Craft begins to manifest itself," Lena answered with a laugh. "Was it anyone in particular?"

Katryn blushed furiously. "Well there was someone," she replied coyly. Garth's heart was thudding in hopeful anticipation so it felt doubly cutting when she continued, "A few months ago Lord Oxcock came to visit papa for a few days to negotiate a land sale. He was so handsome and he flirted with me so wittily at his leaving banquet, that I couldn't help but touch myself between my legs that night in bed and rub myself gently; I must have got it just right because I climaxed ever so quickly considering it was my first time. But then I passed out and when I woke up the curtains were on fire!"

She continued on about other spontaneous outbursts of her power but Garth's mind had already wandered, torn between jealously of that stupid slimy tosspot Oxcock and the immediate lust that had evidenced itself in his breeches thinking of Katryn touching herself. He freed his cock and began to slowly masturbate while watching the two women.

"I remember when my powers came to me too," giggled Lena. "I'm not highborn like you; it was the baker's boy taking me from behind in our hayloft that got me started. I'd fucked a few of the boys in the village but he had a particularly large penis and he brought me to my first ever orgasm. I swear it felt even bigger after I came. He kept going and I came another three times and each time it felt vaster and vaster before I got so sore I had to make him stop. When I managed to extract his enormous cock and turned around, I realised that he'd turned into a Mountain Troll!"

"No! What happened?" Katryn laughed.

"When a Craftswoman orgasms without control she releases an irrepressible explosion of power. Unfortunately for the baker's boy the manifestation of this outburst channelled out of my pussy and into him so that each time I came I gradually turned him into a troll! He was enjoying himself so much he just kept going! I was terrified of his monstrous warty cock but he insisted I finish him off before I could go and get help so I used my hands on him. Luckily a Craftswoman lived in a nearby village and she returned him his form and of course took me to the citadel."

After some more laughing, Katryn eventually asked, "How do I get control of my powers, Lena?"

"Ah. This is where we Craftswomen need the help of the weaker sex." Lena put a sisterly arm around Katryn before continuing.

"If we leave a nascent Craftswoman to mature by herself she might very well kill herself or others around her particularly when she becomes sexually active. Also she will never reach her full sorcerous potential. She needs to take control of her power by regularly imbibing an accelerating agent."

"What does that mean?" Katryn asked as Garth continued his steady wank.

"Hmmm. Let me explain through my own experiences. When I was taken in by the Crafthood over thirty-five years ago I was paired with Levan who was still a young man then."

"What! How old are you? He's ancient!"

"Child, I'm a lot older than I look - another benefit of the Craft. Anyway, the sisters showed me that to get some control of the Craft I first needed to regularly sup of a man's seed. And Levan was that man. And he and I have kept our partnership going ever since."

"You have to do what?" Katryn asked incredulously.

"I see I shall have to be more graphic. Have you ever had any sort of sex with a man?"

"Well, no, not really. I mean I did let some of the kitchen boys feel my breasts on Needlenight last year but nothing beyond that although I do understand the mechanics." Garth almost groaned in envy as his masturbating got more frenetic.

"Good. Do you understand what oral sex is?" Lena asked. At Katryn's shake of the head she continued, "It is when one's sexual partner uses his or her tongue and mouth to give pleasure. Levan." At her last word the huge warrior stepped out into the clearing as if from nowhere, causing both Katryn and Garth to start. Luckily for Garth no-one noticed his movement.

Lena continued to talk as Levan walked to stand in front of her, his crotch at her face level. "Let me show you what I mean, dear."

Katryn looked on in a mix of horror and fascination as Katryn smoothly extracted Levan's enormous gnarled penis. With a few smooth adroit strokes of her hands she brought him to a raging erection. He grunted as she stretched her welcoming mouth over the brown glans of his hairy penis.

Katryn licked around the head of Levan's cock before starting up a rhythmic bobbing of her head. She paused to order, "Come quickly, Levan," before recommencing her urgent nodding.

In response Levan grabbed hold of Lena's hair and thrust his entire manhood down her willing throat. As he began to fuck Lena's mouth in earnest, Katryn gasped, "How on earth can you do that?"

Lena could do nothing more than grunt in response. After a few minutes, Levan groaned in satisfaction and came copiously in her mouth, much to Lena's obvious satisfaction. She carefully swallowed all of his sperm while making contented noises of delight, only stopping when a single drop of jism was left hanging from the tip of his cock.

"This is what it's all about, Katryn," Lena said as she held Levan's still impressively proportioned penis out to her as if it were a sweet ice-stick.

"Should I lick it?" breathed Katryn. Garth watched in wordless jealousy as her mouth parted and she leant forward towards Levan's monstrous cock.

"No, dear." Lena pulled it to her own mouth and licked it finally clean before allowing her protector to tidy himself up. "Even a drop of Levan's spunk would be way too powerful for you right now. Over his lifetime he has come in the mouths of many Craftswomen many thousands of time. A sympathetic resonance builds up over time until, for Levan and his fellow Custodians, only an experienced Craftswoman, or of course a mundane woman, can safely take his ejaculate into her mouth. For you, this is where Garth comes in."

Katryn gasped. "Of my god, you want me to put the stableboy's penis in my mouth?" she said with horror.

Lena replied, "He is perfect for you. His sperm will have little power to start with but will build over time the more you suck on him as will your own - you can learn together. Also he cares for you deeply."

Katryn shook her head. "But he's just a boy."

"He is the same age as you. I know he's not the most handsome of men but you could do much worse. And if you want to become a Craftswoman we need to train you during our journey. It is the only way you'll be able to get any control." 

Katryn looked shocked but eventually, reluctantly nodded her head. Garth couldn't help but let out a tiny involuntary cry of triumph.

"Now go back to the camp with Levan and await us. I'll bring Garth to you and you can taste your first cum." Garth stood shock still, his hand on his cock, as they walked back unwittingly past his hiding place, leaving Lena still seated in the clearing.


"Garth, come here," Lena said looking straight up at him.

"Oh, shit," he replied in dismay. "I can't," he said looking down at his erection.

"I know what you have in your hand and it doesn't bother me. I'll be seeing a lot more of it over the next few months so don't be shy," she smiled breathtakingly to encourage him to come to her.

Garth came out to her his cock waving in front of him until he was standing facing her as Levan had done a few minutes before. He was trembling with excitement.

"What a beautiful cock," Lena breathed as she reached out a pretty hand to grasp him. Garth moaned in joy as she slowly, expertly started to toss him off, acutely conscious of his lack of cleanliness but not caring because of the extraordinary feelings of pleasure Lena's fingers were giving him.

"Oh fuck, yes, that's so good. I'm sorry I'm so dirty"

"It doesn't bother me, darling. I love the smell, and taste, of men no matter how pungent and grimy they may be! Did you enjoy the show?"

"Oh, oh, oh yes. That feels so wonderful. Oh, Lena, you looked so beautiful with Levan's cock down your throat.

"Really? Do you find me attractive, Garth?" Lena gently teased.

"Oh, oh, oh yes. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met; apart from Katryn," he added loyally knowing that it might not be fully true.

"That's nice; what do you like about me?" she continued.

"Oh shit, I can't believe this is really happening. You have gorgeous green eyes and a fantastic body, a great bum and lovely breasts."

"Do you like my breasts, sweetheart?" Lena pushed her chest out.

"Oh yes, they're lovely."

"Have you ever touched a woman's breasts before, Garth?"

"No," he moaned.

"Would you like to?"

"Oh fuck, yes please." Lena let go of his dick to seductively unlace the front of her top. Her unfettered breasts surged out; they were even larger than he'd expected with suprisingly small brown nipples, but shaped to perfection. His hands strayed automatically to cup their firmness and he rolled her hard nipples between his grateful fingers.

"Oh, how perfect," he murmured as Lena began to wank him slowly again.

"Will, will Katryn really be sucking me?" he managed to get out.

"Oh yes, my lovely young man. She will need to swallow your semen two or three times a day. She does have a pretty little mouth, doesn't she? Would you like me to show you nice it feels to have your dick sucked?"

"Please," he begged.

"I wanted to test out the potency of your spunk anyway - come here." Lena leant forward to take the ecstatic Garth into her generous mouth. She worked him closer and closer to orgasm but skilfully didn't allow him quite to come.

"Oh that feels so good, Lena. Oh you must have done this an awful lot," he added without thought.

Lena paused in her ministrations to laugh. "Yes I suppose I have! I must have sucked off hundreds of men, human and otherwise, although my preferred partner is of course Levan. Come, let me stop teasing you," with which she plunged her mouth forward and sucked him until he exploded uncontrollably into her mouth.

After his jerkings and shudderings had stopped, she leant back and rolled his spunk around her mouth, savouring its flavour.

"Hmmm, that's very nice. I can feel you have much potential young man. Katryn is a lucky young woman - you'll help make her very strong. Shall we go and see her?"

Having made themselves presentable, Lena led Garth to the clearing to find Katryn waiting for them.

"Levan is out scouting. Where were you?" she demanded of Garth.

Lena answered, "Garth was with me, young woman. I was testing whether his ejaculate has the required power. As I suspected, it has much latent intensity. It will be perfect for you."

"Oh goddess! You mean you've just sucked him off too?" Katryn exclaimed, aghast, glancing down the curve of Lena's bosom through her open riding top.

"Don't worry, Garth's cum will from now on be exclusively for your mouth, at least on this journey. I need significantly more of his semen than he could possibly produce to maintain my strength at combat levels."

Katryn didn't look any less horrified when her eyes were drawn from Lena's moist lips to the unmistakable bulge growing in Garth's breeches.

"By Belal's arse, you're disgusting, Garth, you're shameless!" she spluttered although her eyes didn't leave his swollen crotch.


To the Citadel Ch. 01



"Enough, young lady. You will learn to be polite to Garth or you'll be fellating one of the stallions tonight instead. He doesn't have to donate his jism to you. It is a privilege not an entitlement."

"I don't think his willingness is going to be a problem," Katryn retaliated sarcastically but she remained silent although her breathing was laboured and nervous.

"Garth come here, we will show Katryn some basic technique," Lena ordered but with a warm smile.

Garth couldn't believe he was about fulfil his fondest wish and eagerly came to stand in front of the two women even though Katryn stepped back anxiously.

Lena put an arm around her. "The first step, dear, is to ensure Garth's arousal. I suggest we let him play with your fine breasts first."

Katryn crossed her arms across her bosom. "But he's already aroused. Look!"

"Yes, but he won't always quite this enthusiastic. Do you want to become a Craftswoman or not?"

"Yes but this is so different to what I expected."

"Katryn, this is the only way. Do you understand? Will you, at the very least, be polite to Garth?"

Katryn licked her lips and nodded.

"Good. Would you like to have a feel of Katryn's breasts, Garth?"

"Yes, please." Katryn took a deep breath and slowly uncrossed her arms, exposing her chest to Garth's lustful gaze. His hands came up of their own accord to gently squeeze Katryn's large firm tits. She groaned as he began to work on them more forcefully, feeling her nipples harden through her snug riding top.

"Take off your top," he ordered. Katryn looked up at Lena who gave her a reassuring smile.

"I'll do it too," she encouraged and slipped her unlaced blouse over head, once more freeing her considerable and buoyant breasts. Garth moved his attention to Lena's chest while Katryn stepped back and hesitantly began to unlace her own top.

Lena grunted as Garth twisted and tweaked her nipples before adding, "Come, Katryn. Show Garth your lovely tits."

Katryn's blouse was now unlaced all the way. She paused and took another deep breath before pulling open her blouse and exposing herself fully. Garth moaned in anticipation as his hands reached out for Katryn's creamy lightly freckled tits. Her nipples were large, browny-red and very hard. Her breasts looked even larger than Lena's although this may have been in contrast to her slender frame. He weighed them up in his hands, astounded at their firmness, before allowing his hands to slide upwards until her nipples drilled into the centre of his palms.

"I never thought you would be so beautiful," Garth exclaimed with such passion that Katryn blushed and smiled. He brought his head down and clumsily kissed her, "Sorry. I'm not sure how to do that!"

"Here let me show you," Lena murmured before pulling Garth's mouth to her own, kissing him deeply and allowing him to explore her mouth with his own tongue.

"That's lovely, Garth," Lena said eventually, pulling away from him. "And now Katryn," she continued before giving Katryn a long tonguey kiss. Garth watched on in wonder as the two women's breasts squeezed up against each other.

Lena stepped back and allowed her two wards to kiss properly, both using what they'd just experienced with her to good effect. After a few more minutes of highly rewarding heavy kissing, breast-fondling and nipple tweaking, Lena knelt down in front of Garth pulling Katryn down next to her. Katryn seemed flushed and excited and appeared to have overcome her reluctance fully.

"Are you ready to receive your very first seminal benediction, dear?" Lena asked, her eyes sparkling.

"I'm not sure I'll ever be ready but I feel so aroused, I'll do anything!" Katryn answered breathlessly.

Lena began her instruction. "First take out his rod. That's right. It's a good size isn't it? Feel how smooth it is, how hard it is. Oh yes, feel his sensitive glans and his thick straight shaft. Isn't it gorgeous? Now touch his balls but be gentle with them."

Garth, his hands on his hips, was more excited than he'd ever been. Katryn, the woman of his dreams, was actually kneeling in front of him fondling his cock. And she looked like she really wanted to. This was really happening to him. She was steadily wanking him now and he silently thanked Lena for providing him with oral relief earlier and allowing him to enjoy the current sensations without spurting over Katryn's upturned expectant face.

Katryn asked a few questions about how to hold his cock and Lena obligingly showed her several grips all of which got Garth more and more excited.

"Can I kiss it, now?" asked Lena eyeing the clear droplet seeping out of the eye of Garth's cock.

"Yes, go ahead," Lena encouraged.

Katryn glanced up into Garth's eyes before tentatively kissing the very tip of his penis. She seemed to approve because her mouth immediately opened and she took in the first third of Garth's cock, all the while humming her appreciation.

After a few minutes of exploration, Lena pulled out Garth's cock and showed her how to use her lips and tongue on him and within a few minutes and with very little encouragement, Katryn was licking, sucking and nibbling his knob, shaft and balls with every sign of real enthusiasm. Garth sighed in bliss at the contrast between Lena's clever flickering tongue and Katryn's enthusiastic if uneducated slurping.

"Oh Katryn, that's so wonderful, I love you!" Garth exclaimed in pleasure as she tongued his glans before adding, "I'm getting close."

"Quick dear," Lena intervened. "Put it into your mouth, suck as hard as you can and slide your head back and forth and get ready for his explosion!"

Katryn quickly complied until, after no more than a dozen more bobs of her pretty head, Garth let loose in her mouth. He was half-expecting her to spit out his seed but instead she noisily swallowed everything he had, making little squealing noises around his cock.

"Oh Garth, thank you, it's delicious," she enthused before turning to Lena. "I felt a rush in my head and between my thighs. It was like when I touched myself down there but even better. I've never felt so alive!"

Lena laughed with her.  "That's the potency of the spunk feeding the latent power of the Craft. Every time Garth comes in your mouth, you'll feel the same. Some Craftswomen liken it to a good orgasm. I'm so pleased for you!"

Garth watched on with his limp cock hanging from his breeches as the two topless women hugged in shared delight.

"Oh Lena, please can I do it again?" Katryn asked earnestly.

Lena smiled indulgently, "My dear, don't forget you must limit yourself to two to three times a day. So if we can breathe some more life into Garth's member, then you can have one more mouthful tonight."

Katryn immediately began playing with Garth but became frustrated after a few minutes when he failed to respond despite the best efforts of her mouth, breasts and hands.

"Dear, why don't you take off the rest of your clothes? I'm sure Garth would love to feel your arse and finger your pussy. It will help him get hard again for you," Lena suggested.

Katryn stood hesitantly before pulling off her boots and sliding off her tight riding breeches. She slowly peeled down her knickers, exposing her glorious bum and a delightful tuft of copper hair between her peachy thighs.

"Do you think I'm beautiful, Garth?" she teased.

"Oh fuck yes, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he expressed in wonder just as Lena's hot mouth engulfed him once more.

Katryn moved to stand beside him and kissed him deeply; Garth pulled her towards him and squeezed her perfect bottom while Katryn clasped the shaft of his expanding cock and tossed it into Lena's mouth.

After a few minutes Garth brought his right hand around to cup Katryn's sex, instinctively allowing his middle figure to slide up and down her slit. "You're so wet!" he exclaimed to Katryn who had closed her eyes in pleasure at his touch.

Lena pulled his now rigid cock out of her mouth. "Let me show you how to pleasure her, dear," shuffling around and pulling Garth to his knees in front of the exultant Katryn. She reached out and began to finger Katryn herself showing Garth how to play with her clit as she slowly opened up her lips for his inspection.

She moved her mouth forward and planted a light kiss directly on Katryn's pussy causing her to jolt.

"Oh! What did you do?" Katryn asked open-mouthed at Lena's sorcerous touch.

"Just ensuring that that you feel no pain when Garth enters you. Assuming you want him to?" Lena enquired.

At this suggestion Garth and Katryn locked their gazes. "Do you want to, Garth?" she eventually asked.

"More than anything, Katryn, that I've ever wanted before."

Lena laughed in happiness before beginning to earnestly tongue Katryn's sweet vagina. Katryn sank down onto her back while Garth leaned close to learn from Lena's delightful ministrations. After a few minutes he felt confident enough to try himself.

"Oh that's so wonderful!" Katryn screamed in pleasure as Garth slowly slid a finger inside her while flicking his tongue over her clit.

Lena, who had been playing with Garth's cock, said, "Right it's time, my darlings. You both need to know what it's like to have full sex but you must remember, Garth, not to come inside Katryn's pussy. I'm trusting your control. And Katryn if you are lucky enough to find release you must scream your pleasure loudly, you must channel your power through your voice and not via the Craft. You will understand when the time comes."

Katryn leant back as Garth knelt between her legs; Lena guided his cock to her pussy until his head was lodged in Katryn's hot wet opening.

Katryn looked up into Garth's face. "Fuck me, Garth," she ordered.

With a cry of triumph, Garth thrust himself into her, smoothly sliding in until he was buried to the hilt.

"That's it, Garth, "Lena cheered. "Now, slowly in and out. I've ensured it won't hurt her at all. That's right, take control, push firmly, fuck her hard."

Katryn was now screaming in pleasure, her voice rising with every thrust. Garth used all of his control to maintain a smooth rhythm, jubilant that now, at last, his ultimate fantasy had been fulfilled.

"Oh it's coming!" Katryn finally cried out as she came. Garth pulled out and covered his ears as her voice took an extraordinary piercing quality. Her magically-enhanced shout lingered and echoed unnaturally around the wood.

Garth uncovered his ears. "Wow."

Lena laughed, "That's how you keep your orgasm safe for those around you. You will of course gain much more control as you grow stronger until eventually you'll be able to do it without quite so much noise. I suggest we avoid orgasms for now - as you've already said you'll get as much pleasure, much more safely, from swallowing Garth's seed. Talking of which..."

Katryn, now recovered from her climax, pulled herself around and, without hesitation, plunged her mouth down over Garth's still rigid pole. She didn't seem in the least deterred by the taste of her own juices and once more passionately bobbed her head up and down his shaft.

Lena also joined her ward by licking Garth's balls until he could hold back no more and emptied himself into Katryn's willing mouth. Katryn once more swallowed his semen, shuddering in pleasure.

Eventually she recovered enough to say, "Thanks, Garth. And I'm so sorry for being so mean to you earlier. I was terrified."

"That's OK. And thank you. That was amazing."

Levan walked back to the clearing noisily, leading two of the horses, amusedly allowing his eyes to roam over Katryn's naked body. "Very nice. You're a bit of a screamer aren't you girl?" he laughed. "Come, we need to move. I won't have been the only one out there to hear you!"

Katryn's blush reached right down to cover her bosom as she scrambled to pull her clothes back on. Garth protectively stood in front of her she made herself decent while Lena casually laced her top back up.

As Garth's pony followed the others' mounts back out onto the North Road, he thanked Selka, goddess of love, for his luck.  Today he'd come in the mouths of the two most beautiful women he'd ever seen and he'd lost his virginity to and taken the virginity of the girl of his dreams.

Could the rest of the journey be as amazing? Katryn looked back and gave him a warm smile. Maybe it would be even better. 



To the Citadel Ch. 02



Garth sighed in ecstasy as Katryn's hot mouth swallowed his cock. After some initial playful nibbling and licking, she moved to a steady assured rhythm, slowly sliding her tight lips up and down his shaft. He looked up catching the taciturn Levan's eye who was also getting his evening blowjob from Lena.

Lena was a Craftswoman, a sorceress as beautiful as those of legend - blonde, curvaceous with sparkling green eyes and a wicked smile. Levan was her Custodian, a huge dark muscled swordsman, scarred and gnarled. She enthusiastically swallowed Levan's enormous ugly penis with practised ease bringing him closer to the shared satisfaction of his orgasm.

Garth had been on the road with three companions now for over three months as they made there way towards their destination, the citadel of Fanu Bataru. He had seen cities and places of which he had never heard. He had been learning the use of the sword with Levan. And he had found all about the Craft, the fabled magic only accessible to women.

He now understood that Craftswomen needed to swallow a certain amount and quality of semen to maintain their powers; hence the three blowjobs that he and Levan received each day. And that when a Craftswoman consumed a mouthful of spunk, she had a type of magical orgasm; which was one of the reasons why Katryn had taken so enthusiastically to her knees in front of him despite her noble-born status and his lack of it.

He also now knew that every time a Craftswoman gave him head, his sperm became stronger, at least as far as its impact on her went. And that inexperienced Craftswomen had to be careful not to taste spunk that was too strong - Lena didn't let Katryn anywhere near the veteran Levan's cum for fear of what it would do to her.

He, however, was lucky enough to finish off in Lena's mouth every few days as she gauged how his jism was maturing, despite some resultant jealous sulking from Katryn.

Garth had never been so happy. Katryn, the girl who he had loved from afar, actually wanted to spend time with him. He was getting fitter every day of their journey, losing weight until, although still somewhat crooked of face, he was not quite as fat and ugly as he had been. And every day, he woke to the soft warmth of Katryn's mouth engulfing his penis as she hungrily gobbled him, desperate for his spunk.

His favourite times had been the evenings when Lena decided that she'd like to show Katryn some more oral techniques. The moment that he had orgasmed deep in Katryn's throat with Lena's nimble tongue agilely wiggling in his arsehole possibly rated as the best instant of his entire existence.

Katryn herself was an enthusiastic learner; she could now take his entire penis down her throat and there was now very little to call between her blowjob technique and that of the experienced Lena.

In short, Garth was having the time of his life. Katryn was absolutely stunning; she was tall with long legs and a perfect bottom. Her breasts looked enormous on her slender frame and her long burgundy hair framed an elfin face with vivid blue eyes, as clear as the morning sky.

He groaned a warning to Katryn who immediately squeezed his balls as he flooded her eager mouth with his seed. Katryn swallowed it excitedly, convulsing in pleasure with her mouth still firmly clamped to his cock.

"Hmmm! Thanks, Garth. That was delicious," she said.

"I'll never tire of this, Katryn. You're so gorgeous," he replied.

"Oh, Garth." Katryn cuddled up to him as they sat back to watch Levan forcefully fucking Lena's mouth, holding her by the hair, his balls slapping hard against her chin until he grunted and spurted down her throat.

Later that evening, Lena addressed the group. "We are now entering a more populous area of the land and from now onwards we will be travelling by daylight. Tomorrow we arrive at the town of Breed's Crossing, which marks the only bridge across the River Fanu for over a hundred leagues in either direction. Once we cross, we'll be on the home leg of our journey."

Garth looked across at Katryn to see her eyes shining in excitement at the prospect of finally arriving at their goal. He smiled back at her reassuringly but inside felt a current of disquiet. Once they arrived at the citadel, he knew that both he and Katryn would continue with their training, she to become a powerful sorceress and he to become a provider of power to Craftswomen. But he also knew that it was unlikely that she would then exclusively use him for sustenance and the thought of Katryn kneeling in front of another man with his cock in her mouth made him sick with envy. He realised that this was hypocritical - he had been luck enough to enjoy the beautiful Lena's mouth on several occasions - but couldn't help his jealousy.

They arrived the next evening at Breed's Crossing and made their way to an inn near the magnificent bridge, taking two rooms - one for the women and one for the men. After an enjoyable night in the common room, the four travellers went up to their rooms.


After a few minutes, Katryn, who had drunk a little too much ale, came to the men's room. "Levan, Lena wants you for her mouthful. I'm to take mine from Garth." Levan left and within minutes Garth once again found himself with her pretty mouth bobbing up and down his rigid shaft.

"Garth?" she asked as she paused her sucking.

"Yes, my darling," he replied, lying back contentedly on his bed.

"I'm feeling really horny. Would you like to fuck me a little bit?"

"Katryn! You know we can't!" he replied.

"Oh but I really want to feel your cock inside me, sweetheart. Please," she begged him as she opened her blouse to release her generous breasts.

Garth's hands sprang to fondle and squeeze her tits. "But Katryn, but you know you can't have an orgasm without losing control of your power or screaming like a banshee," he protested half-heartedly.

"It's all right. Lena has taught me how to keep control and be a lot quieter. I just want to test out what I've learnt and you can still pull out and come in my mouth. Come on Garth, we'll have to be quick before Levan comes back. Don't you want to stick your cock into this?" Katryn was now naked with one hand spreading her pink pussy lips in a lewd and inviting gesture.

"Oh, fuck, yes." All thought of any self-discipline left Garth as he pushed the laughing Katryn back onto the bed and, after two fumbling, attempts finally rammed himself into her. A little clumsily at first and then with some more confidence they fell into a rapid rhythm with Garth banging himself into Katryn as hard as he could.

"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted with each powerful thrust, her cries getting louder and shriller as Garth brought her closer to orgasm. Alarmed, Garth put one hand over mouth in an attempt to make her quieter but didn't slow down his urgent tempo.

"Oh yes!" Katryn screamed through his fingers as she came. Her shriek wasn't anywhere as loud as the last time she'd come but it was still magically enhanced and reverberated powerfully through the inn. The music downstairs from the common room went quiet.

"Oh shit," Garth pulled out of the almost comatose Katryn just as the door to the room slammed open and a furious and topless Lena came storming in.

"What the fuck are you doing, you stupid slut?" she hissed at Katryn.

"I'm sorry..."

"You're sorry? Have you any idea how loud that was both acoustically and magically? There might very well be Mannish Reapers in this town. If there are, they'll be on there way here right now." Garth knew that Lena was referring to a cult of mighty sorcerers who were the Craft's foes. "Levan, get her dressed and ready to leave."

Levan, smiling wryly, pulled the naked Katryn out of the door and into the other room despite her protests that she hadn't yet had her evening spunk.

"And you, I thought you had more sense!" Lena chastised, her large naked breasts heaving in anger.  Garth stood in misery in front of the bed, his cock still erect.

Lena took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come here, Katryn doesn't deserve any of this," she said as pulled Garth towards her by the cock. She began to flick her tongue across the head of his penis, readily licking up Katryn's pussy juices before placing his hands firmly on her boobs.

Within a minute Garth had emptied himself into her cultured mouth, realising that Katryn actually still had a long way to go before she could match Lena's consummate oral skills.

They dressed quickly before stealing out of the inn by the rear entrance and retrieving their horses from the stables.

Levan warned, "I can't see anyone out there but, if there is anyone they'll be on the bridge. If anything happens get across and keep heading north."

They led their horses out into the square in front of the inn before mounting them in the darkness.

"Now!" Levan said, before spurring his horse into a canter towards the bridge. Garth followed at the rear as they started to cross the wooden bridge, dimly lit in the mist by sparsely spaces torches.

Garth could never remember exactly what happened next. He did remember the sudden appearance of four or five hooded men all holding something green and glowing in their hands. He remembered Lena's cry as blue fire leapt from her hands to strike the two men in front of her and the sudden smell of roasting meat. He remembered drawing his sword and trying to stop his pony leaping over one of their blackened bodies to turn and help the screaming Katryn who was being pulled off her horse by one of the men. He remembered seeing Levan's charger come storming back across the bridge to help her but then there was an explosion and the bridge caught fire behind him.

"Katryn!" he screamed but he couldn't force his mount to turn towards the searing flames. Lena's stallion came dancing through the flames and she reached across to catch his reins and pulled him to the far bank. They looked back wordlessly as the bridge collapsed but they couldn't see through the smoke to the far side.

"Come on, Garth. We have to get away. I can sense Levan - as long as he's with Katryn he'll keep her safe." Eventually Garth assented and allowed himself to be led away.

Lena guided the traumatised Garth away up the North Road, keeping an eye open for any pursuit, until they found a site for a safe camp.

"We'll stay here until the morning," Lena said as they lay side by side by their fire. "We'll be safe as no-one will be able to cross the river to pursue us."

"How will we find them again?" Garth whispered to her.

"Levan will take Katryn west upriver. There's a bridge at Raspberry Magna. We'll meet them there."

Garth began sobbing, "Oh, Lena. I love her so much. If anything's happened to her..."

Lena pulled him towards her so that he his head snuggled into her shoulder. She held and rocked him until his crying subsided. "Garth, I miss Levan as much as you miss Katryn. I've also grown very fond of her, and you, and I gave her parents a promise that I would look after her. But I also have absolute faith in Levan. There is no-one whom I would trust more to look after Katryn. He'll keep her secure."

Eventually Garth fell asleep, enveloped in the warmth of Lena's ample bosom.

He woke to a familiar feeling of soft warm lips around his penis. He gasped as memories of the harrowing flight came flooding back and he looked down to see Lena slowly and expertly swallowing him. She was looking up at him with her bright green eyes. Garth maintained eye contact as she deliberately slid her mouth up from the very base of his penis to the very tip, laving it with her hot wet tongue. She repeated here slow slidings up and down until he grabbed her head and drained himself into her throat.

"Thanks, Garth," Lena said as she pulled herself up to lie beside him. Dawn was just beginning to break and the warble of a song-thrush was almost enough for Garth to forget the gnawing worry deep inside him for Katryn.

Lena went on, "I need your help, Garth. As you know, I've been swallowing Levan's seed at least twice a day to keep my powers at battle-ready levels. But you saw me use the Craft back at the bridge to combat the Reapers and I feel drained of strength. I desperately need your cum to rebuild my strength."

"Will my spunk be strong enough for you?" Garth enquired.

"Darling, I know you're nowhere near as potent as Levan yet but you really have come on a long way in the last three months. You must have come a hundred times in Katryn's mouth and this has gradually strengthened your seed."

"Even so, it will be uncertain as to whether you'll physically be able to supply me with what I need," she added fretfully.

They turned off the North Road and eventually joined the river again and made there way west for four days, without meeting anyone. They fell into a routine where Lena would suck Garth off every evening and wake him once during the night and every morning for more head. During the day they would make the best time they could but would stop three or four times for Lena to give Garth more blowjobs.

By the fourth night, Garth was exhausted. He was still ecstatic that such a beautiful woman was desperate to suck his cock but it was taking longer and longer each time to get him hard.

When Lena slid down his body that night, she was unable to elicit any rigidity.

"Please Garth. I'm a proud woman but I'm begging you. I need your cock and I need your spunk." She glanced up to her stallion which was picketed nearby. "The alternative is somewhat unpalatable," she added cryptically.

"What can I do for you?" she continued, "I'll do anything. Would you like to lick my breasts? I know how much you like them."

"Shit, yes," he answered and Lena exposed her fantastic tits for his enjoyment, slowly tossing him to semi-erection as he nibbled on her small tight nipples.

"What else, can I do? You've never seen my pussy, would you like to touch it?" she teased him.

Garth gasped in delight as she pulled down her breeches and knickers and slowly opened her legs for him. Her pussy lips were long, pink and wet with a well-tended thatch of dirty blond hair above them.

He played with her cunt, licking her clit and inserting two fingers to make her groan, while she worked on his cock, using all the wiles of her skilful tongue and warm sucking mouth to make him hard.

"Would you like to fuck me, Garth?" she asked as she swivelled around above him and gently rubbed her wet pussy up and down his now hard cock.

"Oh, yes!" he croaked.

She slid herself down his shaft until he was fully embedded in her twat which, surprisingly, felt as tight as Katryn's.

"How does that feel, darling?" she asked before kissing him deeply.

"Oh, Lena. It's so good," he replied, playing frantically with her big firm breasts, before she started to slide up and down him in earnest.

Her pussy muscles rippled up and down his dick as she rode him, bringing him closer and closer to his climax. "You mustn't come in my pussy," she warned as his breathing quickened. Her timing was perfect as she pulled him out and engulfed him with her mouth just as he began to spurt an astonishingly copious load into her eager mouth.

"Oh, thanks, Garth. I knew you could do it. It's absolutely delicious!"

Garth had a thought. "Will Katryn be as desperate for spunk as you are?"

Lena paused before answering. "She will have some need for sperm but not as much as me."

"Oh, shit," Garth swore jealously. "Do you think she'll be using Levan?"

"Not if she has any sense. A few drops of Levan's cum would be more than enough - and it could be dangerous if she accidentally swallows any more. If she's able, she should instead find some willing mundane men on her journey. She would perhaps need maybe seven or eight mouthfuls a day."

"What! Seven or eight!" Garth groaned. His lovely Katryn forced to suck off strangers like a whore!

He turned to Lena. "We have to hurry! I can't produce any more spunk than my current level and we're stopping so many times: it's really slowing us down. Where else can we get you some?"

Lena looked up at her horse once again. Garth blushed, at last realising the significance of her glance.

She cleared her throat. "I'd rather avoid that option. If we ride hard tonight, tomorrow we will come to the town of Serendip. I'll be able to sort something out there."

They rode through the night, stopping only twice for blowjobs, before they came to the walled town. Before they entered, Lena stopped to lead the horses into a hidden clearing in a wood. "We need to look poor," she said but wouldn't explain any more of her plan. They left the horses there and hid anything of ostensible value before walking into the town and into the single inn.

Garth sat wearily at a table and watched Lena walk across the tavern with an exaggerated sway to her hips, causing all male eyes in the room to follow her. She reached the innkeeper at the bar, a greying obese man with a sweaty red lumpy face and no teeth, and gave him a breathtaking smile. Garth couldn't hear what she was saying but the innkeeper was smiling back broadly as he leered at Lena's impressive cleavage.

He glanced across at Garth before nodding upstairs. Lena winked at him in return before walking back to Garth while the innkeeper huffed past the both of them and up the stairs, a rancid smell wafting off him as he passed.

"Right, I've got something to do. Stay down here and have a drink. You won't need to pay," she added before following the innkeeper up the steps. Garth watched as they entered bedchamber together, much to the interest of the other customers.

After a few minutes, Garth's curiosity got the better of him and slipped upstairs. He put his ear to the bedroom door but couldn't hear anything. He stole into the room next door and almost immediately found a hole in the wall's wattle.

Looking through, he wasn't in the least surprised to see Lena kneeling in front of the innkeeper as she bobbed her head up and down his foul cock. With a bark he came in Lena's mouth.

"Fucking hell, you dirty little slut," he exclaimed as wiped his cock on Lena's face. "I can't believe you did that. I can't even get my wife to touch me any more. You're such a whore."

"Was that nice, dear?" Lena replied to his abuse in a crude accent. "As I say I'll suck off as many of your customers as you want tonight, darling, if you give me and my friend a room and food."

"Fuck yes. I'll spread the word. We'll be packed tonight. Just blowjobs? No fucking? I bet you've got a lovely tight cunt."

"Yes, darling. I know you might think it's funny but blowjobs only. I'm good with my mouth though aren't I, dear?" she giggled.

"God, yes. In fact, I'm ready to go again," he said grabbing Lena by the hair and pulling her to him.

Garth sneaked downstairs in disbelief at what Lena was having to do to get enough sperm to rebuild her power.

Eventually Lena came back downstairs, followed by the beaming innkeeper. He waddled across to talk to his regular customers who immediately started to pay a lot of attention to Lena. She came down to sit next to Garth with a weary sigh.

"Quick, give me some of that ale," she ordered before taking a long draught. "I have rarely had something as disgusting as that in my mouth."

"Oh, you saw me then," Garth answered.

"I sensed you looking, Garth. You really are incorrigibly nosy. Anyway I don't want anyone to think I'm swallowing sperm from anything other than financial necessity."

The grinning innkeeper came across with some plates of food and, pausing to squeeze Lena's tits, said, "At the seventh bell tonight, love. We'll have a private party and you'll be the star act."

Lena pushed her bosom out at him before replying with a smile on her face, "Right, dear. I can't wait. I hope your friends are as big as you!"




To the Citadel Ch. 02



He laughed before turning away to bring them more ale. Garth said, "By Frist's teeth, you're a hell of an actress! I can't believe what you'll do to get some spunk."

Lena laughed, "I've done a lot worse, darling. Right, after we've finished let's go upstairs and fuck. Not only did the innkeeper's cock taste foul, his cum was as weak as his ale! I need some more from you." 

Garth spent the afternoon taking Lena in various different positions, always carefully coming in her mouth, still amazed at how much spunk she was able to milk from him.

Evening came and with it the sound of many male voices downstairs in the common room. There was a knock at the door. The innkeeper spoke through the door. "Are you ready dear? I've got fifty men down here including the help. They've drawn lots for who goes first. You better get down here or there'll be a riot."

"I'll be down in a minute," Lena replied.

"Fifty! Are you going to be all right?" Garth asked aghast.

"Don't worry, darling. I can take care of myself. As I say I've had to do a lot worse in the past," she answered. "But thank you for your concern. I suggest you stay up here out of the way. I'll see you in a few hours." With a final check of her clothes Lena left.

Garth heard a roar of approval from the crowd downstairs before some cheering and chanting. He waited for a few minutes before his inquisitiveness triumphed. He opened the room door and slipped onto the landing.

Staying in the shadows he had an unobstructed view of the common room. Lena was already topless and on her knees once more, sucking off the innkeeper and surrounded by a baying crowd of men. She was obviously using all of her abilities because within a minute, he'd come in her mouth and within seconds of that another cock was thrust down her throat.

Garth watched in amazement as she reached out to take a penis in each hand, still maintaining an urgent rhythm with her head. Again the man in her mouth groaned and came quickly but was immediately replaced by the dick in her right hand.

Over the next twenty minutes he watched in wonder as she expertly fellated over half of the bar. One giant of a man who had drawn a later lot had been hectoring her for a while to allow him to fuck her. She'd been bantering with him, promising him that the wait for her mouth would be worth it but eventually his self-control was overcome by his drunkenness and he grabbed her from behind and ripped her breeches off.

Garth tensed but realised there was nothing he could do to help her so he sat back and watched as the crowd cheered on Lena's rape. Lena paused in her sucking and tossing to talk to the big man behind her, before seductively wiggling her perfect arse at him. He roared and pierced her with his enormous rod before savagely fucking her. Again Lena adjusted her tempo to continue satisfying all four men effectively. Very quickly the man fucking her pulled out and Lena turned her head to adroitly take his mouthful.

Realising that her pussy was now available, other men rushed to take her from behind and once more Lena began to efficiently satisfy the room full of men.

It was maybe four hours later that a dishevelled and nude Lena walked gingerly back into the room to find Garth lying on the bed, his erection in his hand.

"Are you OK?" he asked her.

"Oh, I'm fine," she answered. "My knees are sore and my arse hurts but I've had a couple of days' worth of cum. I must have had them all three times. I had to use a little enchantment to keep them from coming anywhere apart from my mouth but it was worth it."

She sat down with a wince at the end of the bed.

"Why does your arse hurt?" he answered naively.

"Well I planned to only give head tonight but after a while some of them started to get a bit rough so I decided to let them fuck me from behind. Some of the more drunk ones though decided to try my arsehole instead of my pussy. I don't really mind being fucked there but licking their cocks clean afterwards isn't exactly my favourite thing to do."

"Your arse!" Garth exclaimed. His cock gave a twitch at the thought of fucking Lena's sweet arse.

She noticed his interest. "Oh, you like the thought of that do you? Well come on then Garth. The innkeeper is getting a hot bath ready for me so we've only get a few minutes. If you want to fuck me up my bum, you're more than welcome." She bent over the end of the bed.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you," he asked.

"I'll be fine, darling."

Garth got up and positioned himself behind her; he carefully placed his erection at the sweet red-brown rosebud of her arsehole before slowly pushing himself in. He realised how much her butthole had been used as he slid in with relative ease. As he pulled out, she clenched her buttocks, tightly clasping his cock in her anus.

"Oh that's wonderful, Lena." He started to fuck her arse more forcefully.

"Go on, Garth fuck my bum. But remember to come in my mouth, darling."

It took no more than a minute before Garth dutifully pulled out and shoved his cock into Lena's mouth. If she was distressed at the taste she didn't show it and happily swallowed his cum.

They left the town of Serendip the next morning, after Lena had given the innkeeper a goodbye blowjob, and made good time. Over the next week they came across two more small towns where Lena once more played the role of a bar whore which satisfied her needs and kept her powers at a reasonable, if low, level.

Lena also let Garth fuck her a lot more, both in the pussy and arse, as long as he ended by coming in her mouth.

Eventually they came to the large town of Raspberry Magna which boasted a bridge across the Fanu. As soon as they were through the city walls, Lena gasped. "Come on, this way," she ordered before directing her horse down a back street to a grand looking inn.

They stabled their horses before making there way up to a second floor bedchamber.

"What are we doing here?" Garth asked. "Is Katryn here?"

"No, but one of my sisters is. I can sense her although I don't think she knows I'm here yet," she replied before knocking on the door.

A squeal from inside was followed by a shout of "Lena". The door slammed open and a naked woman flew into Lena's arms.

The two women hugged each other. "Oh, Deera, I'm so pleased to see you!" Lena cried.

Still naked, Deera pulled the two of them into her room to meet her Custodian, a heavily-built young blond man called Simlek, who was lying unclothed on the bed, idly playing with his colossal erection.

"I was a little distracted sucking Simlek when I felt your presence. How are you, my darling and where's Levan? Is he all right?"

"I think he is - we got split up. This is Garth; he's in training to be a Custodian but unfortunately his partner is with Levan."

Garth gave Deera a foolish grin, his eyes struggling to leave the young Craftswoman's long lithe body. She was dark-skinned like Levan but her skin was silky smooth, with long black hair and small but perfectly shaped breasts with dark nipples. A tiny wisp of black hair was visible above the joining of her lengthy legs.

"I'm glad you appreciate my body, Garth," Deera laughed at his awkwardness. She turned to Lena. "You must be desperate for some serious spunk. Would you like to try Simlek?"

"Oh, I never thought you'd ask. Can I?"

"Go ahead. Shall we sit down here together and watch, Garth?" Deera pulled Garth down next to her on the second bed while Lena crawled across to Simlek and enthusiastically began to bob her head up and down his impressively proportioned penis, her perfect arse high in the air.

"She's gorgeous isn't she?" Deera commented.

Garth was already aroused at the sight and grunted in response.

"Oh, darling. Here, let me help you with that," Deera offered noticing the bulge at Garth's crotch. To his delight she pulled his cock out and began to slowly toss him.

"So Garth, tell me about your voyage with the lovely Lena," Deera asked.

Despite Deera's right hand slowly sliding up and down his shaft, Garth managed to tell her all about the journey and their recent flight. Deera seemed particularly interested in the sexual details of the last few days, squealing with delight at Garth's stories of Lena's whoring at the inns.

"Oh, the dirty little slut! And you've even been taking her up her arse! I've never done that before. As you can see Simlek's cock is just too big to enter me. In fact it only just fits in my pussy so we hardly ever even fuck."

They watched as Simlek stood up and began thrusting his cock in and out of Lena's hungry mouth.

Deera continued, "You know Garth, I was just about to swallow Simlek's load when you arrived. Would you mind if I..." Her last words were lost as she bent down to suck on Garth's erection.

He sighed in pleasure as her unfamiliar mouth engulfed him. Her technique was different to both Lena's and Katryn's, with a lot more sucking and flickering of her tongue and less bobbing of her head, but no less enchanting.

Garth groaned as Deera stopped just before he was going to explode. "Please Garth, would you mind if we fucked a little. I'm feeling quite horny."

"Oh shit, yes please," he stammered. She bent over the bed and he positioned himself behind her before sliding into her hot wet pussy. As he began to fuck her, he looked up to see Simlek hammering into Lena's mouth until, with a curse, he ejaculated abundantly. Lena's reacted with unrestrained bliss, as she finally swallowed a fully potent mouthful of cum.

Garth couldn't believe that he was lucky enough to be fucking Deera doggy-style; as she grinded her hips back on his every thrust he, daringly, pushed a finger up her pretty brown arsehole.

"Garth!" she exclaimed but, judging from the reaction of her taut brown body, she was obviously pleased. In fact, after a minute or two of him fingering her butt, she looked back over her shoulder to breathlessly ask, "Would you like to try to fuck me there?"

In reply he pulled out of her pleasingly tight pussy and positioned his well-lubricated cock at the entrance to her bumhole. "Are your sure?" he breathed.

Deera nodded and Garth, with a violent push, thrust himself all the way up her. She screamed but continued to push her hips back against him as he continued to pound into her for another few minutes.

"I can't hold on any longer," Garth said before pulling out of her bum and turning her around so he could finish off in her willing mouth. Deera grimaced at the taste of her own arse but eagerly swallowed his cum, before both of them fell back onto the bed in shared satisfaction.

"Hmmm, lovely spunk, Garth," Deera said contentedly before they were startled at a round of applause from Lena and Simlek who had been watching in amazement.

Suddenly both Lena and Deera looked up out of the window.

"Did you feel that?" Deera asked.

"Yes, an outburst of the Craft, a few miles to the east. Come on, we have to get there quickly," Lena ordered.

"What was it?" Garth asked, getting himself dressed.

Deera answered, "It felt like a Craftswoman having an uncontrolled orgasm but there was definitely a lot of distress in there too."

Garth turned to Lena. "Was it...?"

"Yes, Garth. It's Katryn. She needs us. Let's go." 



To the Citadel Ch. 03



Katryn woke to rain dripping on her face. It was daylight and she was lying in undergrowth in a damp but warm wood, her clothes sodden. She sat up slowly as she remembered what had happened. Where was everyone? How, by Belal's teeth, had she survived?


She thought back to how she had gotten into these circumstances.

She had left home three months ago to become a Craftswoman, a sorceress who could manipulate the natural world. She had realised something was different about her when strange phenomena had manifested themselves around her after she achieved her first ever orgasm. She has been terrified but her father had sent for some appropriate help.

Lena, an experienced Craftswoman, had come to fetch her with her Custodian, an enormous dark veteran called Levan. The plan was to take her to Fanu Bataru, the citadel that was the home of the Craft to learn how to control and master it. And, bizarrely, they had also taken with them the stableboy, Garth.

Katryn hadn't thought much about Garth for years. They had played together as small children but the differences in their births, she a noblewoman and he an orphan servant, had meant they hadn't had much contact for ages. She had noticed him around Fenceley Manor, and had felt his hungry eyes on her body on occasion but then this was no different to many of the other men around the estate. Garth, with his hulking overweight frame and his misshapen features, just didn't feature highly in her thoughts.

She had found out on their journey, however, that Garth had worshipped her from afar ever since their childhood. At first she had felt hatred for him. What right had he to come with her on her grand adventure? The prickly sensation of his perpetual gaze on her curves had felt sinister and disturbing.

But then she realised why Lena has insisted he come along. First he was a faithful and loyal friend. Although he lusted after Katryn, he also cared for her and this had become an important reassurance in times of stress as well a link to their shared home.

However the most important reason for his participation in their journey was more unusual. Lena had shown her how Craftswomen obtained their magical energy when she had, right in front of Katryn, gleefully fellated Levan so that she could swallow his sperm. And then she had told her that she, Katryn, a noblewoman of the land, would have to do exactly the same thing to Garth, the dirty and ugly stablehand.

The thought of putting Garth's grubby penis in her mouth had made her retch but she had forced herself knowing it was the only way she could learn to become a Craftswoman. And after the very first rush of his thick salty jism down the back of her throat, she knew she'd made the right decision. The sensation she had felt as she'd ingested his spunk could only be equated to an orgasm, although even more deeply satisfying.

From almost that moment on, she had been desperate to suck on Garth's cock at every opportunity. Even now, she could feel the near overwhelming need to feel his firm hardness in her mouth.

And it really had to be Garth too. Every time she swallowed his cum, she became a little stronger in the Craft and, in parallel, his sperm increased in power. In fact it was dangerous for her to taste the sperm of an experienced Custodian such as Levan who had come in the mouths of Craftswomen such as Lena many hundreds of times. And she would require vast quantities of the sperm of ordinary men to satisfy her needs. So Garth was her partner in learning; no-one else would really do.

As time went on she relied more and more on Garth, both physically and emotionally. She had been surprised at the stab of jealousy she had felt watching Lena lick and suck Garth's member. He was hers! But she had swallowed her pride (if not his cum) understanding the need for Lena to gauge how his semen was maturing.

Her breath caught in her throat as memories of how she had got into her current situation played themselves cruelly across her mind.

They had been in the town of Breed's Crossing. Somewhat incautiously and fuelled by too much strong ale, she had persuaded Garth that a fuck would be a nice preface to their normal blowjob. She couldn't really blame him for succumbing to her seduction: she had acted as a shameless tart. She had been convinced that she would be able to control the explosion of magic that normally accompanied a Craftswoman's orgasm. Unfortunately she'd not been as restrained as she'd hoped. The magical scream that had escaped her as Garth's cock powered in and out of her pussy had resounded through the town. Lena had been furious.

They had fled in the middle of the night, worried that they would attract hostile attention. Even as they crossed the river bridge out of town, disaster had struck.

Five hooded men had jumped out and surrounded the four of them, their hands glowing green with a nausea-inducing power. Lena had immediately released a concentrated burst of blue fire at two of them but one of the others had grabbed Katryn's reins and pulled her from her mount shouting obscenities at her and ripping open her clothes.

She had screamed in agony as he had thrust his hand against her chest and the green energy he was wielding had wracked her body in pain as it burnt her bosom. The agony seemed to last for an age until, just as she thought she would surely die, the man's head had flown from his shoulders. Just before she passed out she saw Levan on his immense charger flying past her with his broadsword in his hand.

And then she had woken here, underneath a bush in a damp wood.

She spun as she heard a rustling behind her. Levan wearily acknowledged her. "So you're all right then."

Katryn looked down at her chest, ripping open the rags of her blouse to expose her full wet bosom. It was unblemished. "But I was burnt by that man. I felt my chest on fire. What happened?"

She looked up at Levan who black eyes were fixed on her large creamy red-tipped breasts. He licked his lips and raised his gaze from her big firm lightly-freckled boobs.

"It wasn't real fire, girl. The Reaper was making you think you were in pain. It was an illusion but still one that could kill you. Mind you, they wanted you alive; they love to Turn a Craftswoman, to make her a slave."

Katryn, acutely aware of Levan's colossal manliness, ineffectually attempted to arrange the remains of her wet ragged blouse to at least cover her rock-hard nipples. Realising it was fruitless, she crossed her arms over her bosom.

"How did we escape? I don't remember. Where're Garth and Lena?"

"Lena fried two of the bastards. I cut down the fucker who was hurting you. When one of the others tried to throw lighting at Lena and Garth, he hit a bridge support and the whole thing collapsed with them safe on the other side. I pulled you across my saddle and we got away after a bit of a chase. We'll head towards the next crossing at Raspberry Magna. Trouble is the fucking Reapers will know that's what we'll do. That's why we're hiding in this wood until things die down."

Katryn was amazed. This was the most Levan had ever said to her. She had always been scared by his taciturnity and had thought he didn't like her much.

"Oh, Levan. This is my fault. I shouldn't have fucked Garth," she moaned.

"No point in thinking about it, girl. We all want to have a shag every now and again."

Her curiosity piqued, she asked, "Do you fuck Lena much? Or does she just suck you off?"

Levan barked a laugh, his dark, gnarled face wrinkling in amusement. "Don't worry about me and Lena! She opens her legs to me freely, although I prefer her mouth. Why, are you offering that tight little pussy of yours up for me?"

Despite her recently increased sexual experience, Katryn blushed.

Ignoring his comment, she asked, "What do we do now?"

"We wait for until tonight and we then we slip away. We stay near the river but off the road. When we get to Raspberry Magna, we sit tight and wait for Lena," he gruffly replied.

"Oh. Have you got something I can wear? You know to cover my...," she nodded her chin down to her semi-naked wet breasts.

Levan shook his head. "No darling, I've only got my chain mail. We lost our packs on the bridge. Don't worry. I've seen plenty of your pretty tits before and we'll be travelling by night so no-one else gets to have a look at those beauties," he laughed as he walked away to check his horse.

Lena spent the next few hours in growing discomfort in the warm rain as her need for Garth's spunk became stronger.

Eventually she could hold back no more.

"Levan?" she asked. "I was wondering, with Garth not being here, well..."

He interrupted her. "I know what you want and as much as I'd like to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, a mouthful of my come would blow your fucking head off."

"Please, Levan. You must need to come and I've got really good at sucking cock," she whined.

"I can have a wank just like anyone else. You're going to have to control your cravings until we can find a farmer or two. I'm sure you'll be popular in any villages we pass through!"

Katryn decided to try a different tactic. She ripped open what was left of her blouse and stepped forward close to Levan.

"Well at least let me toss it for you. And wouldn't you like to touch my breasts? They're big aren't they? I think they might be even bigger than Lena's. They're certainly very firm."

Katryn flinched as Levan's self-control vanished and his vast hands suddenly closed over her huge breasts. Her hard nipples drilled into his big palms as he squeezed them forcefully.

"They're definitely a good size," he acknowledged brusquely.

"Please just let me have a feel of your cock. I promise I won't taste any of your come. It just seems silly for me not give you some relief when you need it and I'm so willing. What harm can it do for me to give you a handjob?" At his unspoken assent, she pulled his semi-erect cock from his breeches and gasped at his size.

"Oh, Levan. You're so big," she breathed in wonder. His immense manhood felt hot and heavy in her delicate hands. She could hardly encircle its girth even with both of them as he inevitably hardened at her touch. His cock was hairy and wrinkled with the colour and solidity of aged wood.

"It's so stiff," she enthused as she began to move both of her hands up and down his massive length.

Levan just grunted as he cruelly twisted her stiff nipples with his rough fingers.

After a few minutes of firm tossing, Katryn knelt in front of him, pointing his substantial penis at her face.

"Girl," Levan growled a warning.

"Please Levan, I just want to give it a little kiss, like this. And maybe a little lick, like this. And perhaps just to suck on the end, like this..."

Levan groaned as Katryn opened her mouth as wide as it could go and took the whole of his glans into her hot sucking mouth. He seemed to make a decision and started to buck his hips back and forth to the rhythm of her bobbing head.

Katryn, heedless of any danger, moaned in anticipation and for the next twenty minutes maintained a furious tempo, desperate for spunk.

Just as she felt him begin to lose control, he pushed her back on the forest floor, pinning her arms on the ground above her head with one huge hand.

"No!" she screamed as he straddled her chest and began exploding over her big tits. "Please," she begged, knowing that the enormous quantity of cum being pumped onto her boobs was being wasted, immediately losing its potency on contact with air. She stuck her tongue out unsuccessfully to capture any stray splashes.

Levan held her firm and kept draining himself over her before allowing her sit up. "Here," he said as her offered his cock.

One thick drop of sperm oozed out of his cock and Lena frantically enclosed it with her mouth before swiping the salty globule with her tongue.

Immediately her body convulsed in unimaginable pleasure before she blacked out.

She woke to a slap on her face. It took a few seconds to realise that Levan was swinging his cock against her cheek.

"Get up, lass. Now do you understand what too much of my cum would do to you?"

"Belal's cock, that was fucking amazing. How long was I out for?"

"Maybe thirty seconds."

"Wow. All right. I'll be careful. Maybe if I have a drop just once a day?"

"You little slut! Fine - once a day. Come on, clean up your tits and let's ride."

Katryn and Levan made slow time over the next week, travelling furtively by night, fearing pursuit. They saw no people and only a few remote farmsteads from one of which Levan stole some clothing to conceal Katryn's ample breasts.

Katryn's need for sperm was thoroughly satisfied every evening before they set out when she spent a good half an hour sucking on Levan's mighty penis. However, he was always very careful not to allow her more than a drop of cum and so her breasts ended up liberally coated in thick white spunk every night. She was very proud that she only lost consciousness once more as she gained strength from every blowjob she gave.

Levan seemed satisfied with coming just the once a day, although Katryn begged him to let her satisfy him more often; on a couple of mornings she even stripped naked and tried to join in him in his bedding but he laughingly refused her telling her that his cock wouldn't fit in her tiny pussy.

Katryn's other frustration lay in her lack of understanding of the Craft. Lena had taught her several exercises of control but nothing of any practical use. She couldn't start a fire or protect herself or move objects using the Craft. Her dissatisfaction grew and she became more edgy and restless.

And it was this frustration that led her into trouble once again.

One afternoon, Levan had left her camped in a remote clearing a mile south of the river to scout out options for their night's travel. After an hour he had failed to return and Katryn was becoming irritable as she hadn't yet had her fix of cum. She heard some voices approaching the clearing and immediately concealed herself behind a tree, fearful that the Reapers had found her at last.

So she was immensely relieved to see two young peasant men, little more than boys, ambling through the clearing with sacks of beets or turnips over their shoulders.

Without thinking, she stepped forward.

"Selka's tits!" the taller of the two lads exclaimed. "Where the fuck did you come from?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I hid because I didn't know who you were. But you looked, well, honest, so I..." her words faded away as she realised how stupid she'd been revealing herself like this. Levan would have a fit if he were to find out.

"You talk like a noblewoman but you don't dress like one. Where did you come from?" said one of the men, squat and dark.

"I'm just travelling through," she answered clumsily.

"On your own? Surely it's not safe. I mean..." he looked her up and down pointedly his eyes resting lingeringly on her breasts.

Katryn was also aware that the other man, a gangly blond with a wide-eyed open-mouthed face, was also examining her slender yet full-chested figure assiduously. Despite the risk, her thoughts turned to their no doubt spunk-filled balls.

"Please, don't tell anyone else I'm here. If you like I could do something nice for you both in return for your silence."

The boys, beginning to understand her mood, smiled at each other. "Like what?"

"Well, do you like to have your cocks sucked?" she asked, one part of her horrified at her brazen whorishness.

"Oh fuck," said the tall one.

After a moment of stunned silence, the other said, "I think I can safely speak for both Fash and me in saying neither of us have had our cocks sucked but that we'd love to try."

Katryn breathed a sigh of relief. "Fantastic. Well come on, get them out."

She giggled as the boys immediately fumbled at their breeches before pulling the rough blouse she was wearing over her head, to expose her perfect full bosom.

"Belal's hairy cock! Kint, Look at those beauties," gasped Fash, his small grubby erection now poking almost vertically up from his crotch.

Kint, who had by now also exposed his cock, nodded captivatedly before throwing a pleading look at Katryn. "You can touch them if you want," she laughed.

They almost fought over her boobs as their rough hands squeezed and caressed them, vigorously pulling and tweaking her erect red nipples.

Katryn grasped a cock in each hand and slowly masturbated them aware that, such was their excitement, they were liable to spill their seed at any moment.

She knelt down in front of them, judging that Fash, on her right, was likely to explode first. She leant forward and licked the tip of his filthy cock, ignoring the sour taste and smell in anticipation of the imminent mouthful of cum.

As her mouth closed over him he let out a groan and began squirting onto her tongue.

Katryn's first feeling was of disappointment. The cum she was tasting didn't have the explosive power of Levan's thick jism nor even the deeply satisfying kick of Garth's spunk. It certainly gave her a boost but left her needing so much more. She swallowed the last few drops before she turned to Kint's dick.

Kint, although no cleaner than his colleague, definitely had a larger more attractive penis and was able to hold out for a full thirty seconds before he released into her mouth. Once again the sensation wasn't wholly satisfactory.

She looked up at the boys' faces expecting to see gratified smiles but they were both staring over her head.

"What the fuck's going on here lads? Who's this whore?" a rough voice demanded.

Katryn jumped up and whirled around her hands instinctively holding her exposed breasts. Behind her stood another five peasant men carrying full sacks; they were much older than Fash and Kint but all were approvingly looking her over.

"We just found her here in the clearing, Da. She offered to suck us off so we..."

"Belal! I bet you did. Who are you? Do you blow every man you meet?" a burly dark man with a definite resemblance to Kint asked her.

"I was just... I...," she stuttered before taking a deep breath. She had to take control of the situation. Where the hell was Levan?

She let her arms fall to her side and thrust out her impressive chest. The men collectively gasped at her flawless tits. "I was just thanking the boys for their help. I'm more than happy to give you all head too if you want."

What happened next was confusing for Katryn. She remembered being pushed too her knees and her mouth being filled with cock after unclean cock. She remembered feeling more and more satisfied as she swallowed load after load of sperm. She was certain she must have done them all more than once when she was lifted from the ground and her boots and breeches were peeled off her.

"No!" she screamed but it was to late; she ended up on her hands and knees with a brown cock in her mouth before her legs were pulled apart and someone entered her inexperienced pussy from behind.

She couldn't see which of the men it was but his cock was sizeable and his rhythm was steady and assured. Despite the danger, she felt her body responding as she pushed her hips back against him unconsciously.

The man in her mouth released his loud and, pausing to swallow, she shouted, "Please. You have to stop. It's dangerous for me to come!"

She heard a growl from behind her. "Girl, when I fuck a woman she comes. And you might be saying no but your body's saying yes."

Another erection was thrust into her mouth as the men around her cheered and clapped her rapist along. "Look at her, lads! She's like a roasting woodhen on the spit!" shouted one.

"Oh, fuck. Don't say I didn't warn you," she yelled around her mouthful of dick before an enormous orgasm racked her body. She held the explosion of power within herself before releasing it with a shrill ear-splitting shout augmented by the Craft, throwing the man in her mouth across the clearing.




To the Citadel Ch. 03



The men all flinched and grabbed their ears until they were sure she had finished, the echoes of her scream dissipating across the woods.

With cries of "She's a witch!" and "Let's get the fuck away from her," the peasants began running from the glade. The man who had been fucking her pulled out violently and fell back on his arse.

Katryn, always cognizant of potential opportunities for sperm, crawled around and plunged her mouth down on his proud and considerable cock. Despite the fear in his eyes, he allowed her bob her head up and down until he emptied copiously down her throat.


"Thanks," he mumbled before swiftly following his fellows, trying to pull up his breeches as he ran.

"Oh, shit," she exclaimed with feeling.

She dressed quickly and started to pack up the camp, wondering where Levan was. Just as she was beginning to wonder if something serious had happened, she heard hoofbeats.

"Thank the Lady, he's back," she murmured as she stood to greet him. "Levan, where the fuck have you..." she began but her question was cut off as three whooping horsemen came charging into the clearing.

She screamed and turned to run but something hit her hard on the back of the head before she'd taken a dozen steps. Once again she passed out.

When she woke she was tied to a wooden upright in a barn. Her blouse had been opened and her arms were tied behind her back causing her considerable bosom to thrust proudly out. She desperately tried to pull her wrists free from the rough rope but only succeeded in chafing her wrists.

Sunlight was streaming through the barn door and she could hear the sound of several men laughing from outside. She looked across the barn and recognised Levan's supine form; she began to sob, wondering whether he was still alive and what was going to happen to her.

A tall hugely-muscled but lightly armoured man came striding into the barn and smiled to see her awake. She pushed herself to her feet, feeling exposed and afraid.

"Well, I see you're conscious now, whore." He was exceptionally handsome, in his thirties, with blue eyes and blond hair, evidently used to command.

"Who - who are you?" Katryn wept in fear.

The man had taken his gauntlets off and dropped them in the straw. He reached out and put his hand into her blouse and cruelly twisted her left nipple.

"You will address me as sire, bitch." His other hand was now roughly squeezing her right breast. "Do you understand?"

Katryn tried to twist away but the man held her firm by her big boobs.

"I said do you understand, slut?" he shouted.

"Yes, sire," Katryn eventually sobbed.

"Good," he said smoothly. His caresses became more temperate. "They said you had fantastic tits but I didn't imagine they'd be this fine..."

He continued, "My name is Pastor Yeth. I am the Chief Recruiting Officer for the Mannish Reapers."

"Oh, Belal," Katryn swore.

"Don't blaspheme in front of me, girl!" he shouted although his hands remained gentle as they tenderly tweaked her erect nipples. "I can't wait to have you on your knees in front of me begging to suck my cock."

"Never," Katryn spat defiantly.

In reply he smiled menacingly. "Oh, but you will..."

He nodded to Levan. "It was just bad luck for your Custodian that he stumbled into our patrol. We've been looking for you since Breed's Crossing but you had managed to evade us. Of course he wouldn't talk about where you were, at least without some magical intervention. An impressive, if misguided, man. He caused us more than a little trouble for a mundane swordsman."

"What have you done to him?" Yeth's hands tightened on her bosom and she added, "Sire."

"Good," he breathed. "He's still alive. Our, er, persuasions are more psychic than physical, so he'll be fine when he eventually awakens."

He slipped his right hand down the front of her breeches until he found her clit and began playing with it deftly. It betrayed her immediately by filling out to full turgidity at his touch.

"Please, stop," Katryn begged.

Ignoring her he went on, "Of course, if you hadn't made so much Craft-noise, we probably wouldn't have found you either. Why did you scream so loudly?"

Katryn's body was responding strongly to his fondlings, her pussy moistening generously.

"I don't know, sire, it happened in my sleep," she lied.

"Never mind. You'll tell me everything soon, once you're Turned."

"You won't be able to Turn me! Sire."

Yeth smiled again and clicked his fingers with his free hand. Katryn gasped as she a wave of strange beckoning magic leapt from his fingers, radiating outwards.

Almost immediately a woman came running into the barn, throwing herself down to kneel at Yeth's feet, her head bowed.

She was wearing the most revealing clothing Katryn had ever seen in public. A tight white half-corset lifted her olive bosom revealing an enormous amount of cleavage. Her flat belly was bare and her long black hair swept all the way down her back to touch her bottom which was tightly sheathed in tiny stretched white knickers. Her legs were bare apart from long leather riding boots. She looked like a complete tart.

"This is Tringa. Once she was a Craftswoman. Now she is my personal whore."

"No, I don't believe you," said Katryn.

"Tringa, show the slut your skills," he said still expertly manipulating her clit.

Katryn watched in horror as Tringa raised her head and capably weaved more than a few complicated flows of the Craft, lifting several bales of hay around the barn.

"Enough," Yeth ordered. The bales dropped. "Come and see to me while I talk to my new pet."

Tringa crawled to kneel in front of Yeth before pulling out his half-hard penis. It was physically magnificent, as long and thick as Levan's but much more smooth and appealing. She stared up at him with her dusky face and golden almond eyes as she slowly deliberately swallowed almost half of his manhood with one long plunge of her head.

Katryn looked up from Tringa's enthusiastically noisy blowjob to Yeth's cold eyes.

"I understand how desperate the Whores of the Craft are for spunk. I know you need it for your powers. Would you like me to come in your mouth?"

Katryn couldn't help herself. "Yes," she whispered.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said."

"Yes, sire. Please. Just a taste," she implored.

He laughed harshly. "I'm not a fool. No matter how much you want it, you won't be getting any. At least not until your Turning."

"What's that?" Katryn asked brokenly.

"Oh, it simple enough. Later today three Reapers will enter you. Each will simultaneously ejaculate and direct a stream of Force into you. After which you will be as good a slave as Tringa." He patted Tringa's rapidly bobbing head.

"Three? Oh, Belal. Up my arse?"

"Yes. Indeed, I think I'll reserve that pleasure for myself.  I'm sure you'll be able to fit me in." He grunted and Tringa slowed down to eagerly swallow what seemed like an enormous amount of sperm. Obviously the spunk of Mannish Reapers was as sustaining as Custodian cum, judging from Tringa's convulsions and satisfied sighs.

Katryn was now very close to coming so she was shaken when Yeth suddenly withdrew his hands. He offered his fingers to Tringa who immediately licked them clean of Katryn's pussy juice.

They were interrupted by another man wearing the same kind of clothing as Yeth and carrying a wooden cup. He eyed Katryn's exposed breasts and the damp patch at her crotch appreciatively.

"Ah, Thatchiff, excellent," Yeth said. He took the cup and turned to Katryn. "You will drink this."

"No! What is it?" she refused.

"Let me rephrase my request. You will drink this or Corporal Thatchiff will thrust his shortsword through your unfortunate Custodian's neck. Do you now understand?"

Katryn began sobbing once more but nodded and drank down the proffered cup of bitter water.

"You're already a wanton tart but the huthe you've just drank will ensure that within the hour you will be desperate for as much cock as possible. Thus we ensure you comply willingly with the Turning," Yeth laughed.

He turned to Tringa. "Use your mouth and fingers on her but don't let her find release. I want her to be ready for us," he added as the two men left the barn.

"Oh, no, please don't do that," Katryn begged as Tringa pulled down her breeches and buried her face in between Katryn's lithe thighs. Her agile tongue took Katryn once more to the brink of climax but held her there skilfully.

Desperately trying to concentrate, Katryn thought about what resources she had at her disposal. Yeth didn't seem to realise that Levan wasn't her Custodian and that she wasn't a full Craftswoman so he was unnecessarily keeping her away from sperm although she couldn't think of a way to use this for her advantage. He also didn't know that if she were to orgasm her inexperience meant she would let out a powerful climactic scream. Maybe if she were to come and she were to really put her all into it she might be able to stun them so that she could escape. If so she really had to control her orgasm carefully.

She could feel a rising heat in her brain which had to be caused by the drug she'd taken. Belal, how could she be any more aroused than she already felt without coming?

"Tringa, please stop or I'll come," she pleaded.

Tringa did slow down a little although Katryn still felt on the brink of an enormous climax.

"Please, Tringa, help me," Katryn beseeched.

Tringa leant back but replaced her tongue with two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. "I must obey my masters. I can't help you."

"But you were a Craftswoman once!"

"I can barely remember who I was. All I know is that I now must obey any Reaper, no matter what he wants me to do."

"Please, Tringa. We're people not pawns. My name is Katryn and that is Levan. Can't you do anything to help us?"

"Katryn, I have had to have the most degrading sex you can imagine with any Reaper who wants me. I've performed the most debased carnal acts with a variety of men, women and other creatures. I've fought my former sisters and I was forced to kill my own Custodian." Glistening tears were running down Tringa's face. "Don't you think if I could do anything, I would? He asked me to pleasure you and that's what I have to do." She bent back to her task.

Katryn groaned in pleasure at the insistent lapping of Tringa's supple tongue. Over the next hour she felt the drug taking greater and greater effect. She became absolutely desperate for release but one part of her mind kept telling herself that she had to have the biggest hardest most powerful orgasm she'd ever had but ju. Tringa held her expertly on the brink of satisfaction.

"Enough, Tringa. Come and get us ready with your mouth to take the whore." Yeth's sudden entrance with Thatchiff and another Reaper startled Katryn.

"Oh, yes, I need your cocks. Please fuck me," she begged, unthinkingly.

"By the Lord she's lovely isn't she?" the third Reaper pompously commented. He was a grossly overweight man with a nobleman's accent.  Tringa was already on her knees in front of him, pulling out his ugly wormlike cock so that she could suck on it like a sweetmeat.

Thatchiff moved over to Katryn and had a good grope of her breasts. "Her tits are excellent, Kathbert. I've never felt such firm and large ones before. And on such a slender frame. I bet she'd look good being taken by my stallion!"

"Oh yes, anything, I just need to be fucked," she exclaimed as the fire between her thighs and in her head pushed her to desperation.

The three men laughed as Thatchiff ceased his tweakings and gropings to untie her arms.

"After the three of us have had you, we'll get you to satisfy all of our horses!" Kathbert leered.

"Let's get on with this, "Yeth commanded. "I've sent the rest of the men out on patrol out so we can take our time over her. She's going to make an excellent company slut."

As soon as Katryn was freed she leapt on Thatchiff, sticking her tongue deep down his throat and rubbing his crotch through his breeches.

"I'll take her cunt," Thatchiff after pausing for a few seconds to let her bend over to lick his unfettered erection. He lay back on the floor and Katryn immediately impaled herself on him.

"Oh, Belal, yes! That's so good!" she screamed as his cock slid deep into her tight pussy.

"Well, then I will fuck her face," Kathbert stated, pulling his cock from Tringa's mouth with a loud pop and striding over to offer his unsightly dick to Katryn's hot willing mouth.

Tringa moved her attention to Yeth's monstrous manhood, cleverly and quickly using her tongue to fully harden him.

"Lubricate her," he ordered and Tringa obediently crawled over to Katryn's arse which was bouncing up and down on Thatchiff's cock. She grabbed hold of Katryn's hips and began to tongue her rosebud-like bumhole while Yeth idly masturbated, watching the unfolding scene.

Katryn, not entirely aware that she was about to be anally violated, moaned at the unfamiliar feeling coming from her arsehole while frantically trying to maximise the friction on her clit as she fucked the Reaper lying under her.

"Do the same to me," Yeth commanded; Tringa leant back to allow him access to Katryn's pretty bottom.

Kathbert pulled himself out of her mouth as he and Thatchiff held Katryn still while Yeth carefully positioned the colossal glans of his penis at her sweet red butthole. Tringa immediately slid her tongue up his arse.

All that was in Katryn's mind was that she was very close to coming, only a few hip-thrusts from climax. It was only as Yeth began to force himself up her bum that she realised what was about to happen. With a triumphant thrust, Yeth pushed over half of his substantial cock up into her bum.

Katryn screamed in agony as her tiny fundament was speared by his enormous manhood; however as he commenced to violently bugger her, the libido-increasing stimulant she had been forced to take began to take control of her again. Despite the fiery pain in her backside she unconsciously began to move her hips in time to maximise the pleasurable feeling emanating from her clit and pussy.

However, the soreness in her butt had brought some clarity to her mind; she knew she had to come and channel everything into a supernatural scream which would hurt these bastards. First though she had to swallow some cum to maximise her power. She opened her mouth once more to suck off the third Reaper, knowing she had to make him come before she came herself and before the other two men did or else the Turning ritual would be complete and she would lose her identity.

She forced her attention away from the cocks in her pussy and arse as her tongue flickered hungrily on Kathbert's pale penis before she began to bob her head as fast she could; she looked up imploringly at his lustful face, knowing that deliberate eye contact would turn him on even more.

Even so she was surprised when he almost immediately let out a grunt and exploded in her mouth. Her astonishment increased as he kept coming and coming, squirting profuse amounts of foul-tasting yet tremendously appreciated jism down her throat. As her body shuddered in pleasure at the resultant and welcome boost to her resources, she realised that it wasn't just spunk she could taste but also waves of sorcerous Force. Of course, the Turning! He was directing the magic of the Mannish Reapers into her as he ejaculated. Spent, Kathbert fell back to the straw, only semi-conscious, leaving one final streak of semen smeared over Katryn's pretty freckled face.

Katryn allowed her mind to focus back on the lower half of her body. Her bottom had relaxed enough so that Yeth's mammoth manhood was now causing her nothing more than a sharp discomfort. She tried to relax her anus even more, knowing that she had to come before he did and that the looser her arse was, the less pleasurable it would be for him.

She leant her body forward, allowing the Reaper underneath her to grope her breasts and tweak and pinch her nipples, as well as letting her grind her clit hard against him.

"Oh yes, of fuck me, fuck me hard!" she screamed as she felt herself coming closer and closer to orgasm.

"You're a whore, a dirty little slut!" Thatchiff contemptuously grunted in her face before he grabbed her head and stuck his tongue into her mouth as he bucked his hips up against her frantically. In dismay, Katryn, for the first time in her life, felt ropes of sperm shooting into her pussy as well as the now familiar Force. Yeth was also hammering away at her arsehole, surely very close to climax.

Katryn couldn't yet feel the effect of the two streams of Force that been jetted into her but knew she would turn into another Tringa, another pet whore, another slave unless she managed to escape before Yeth finished in her.

"No!" she shouted. She slammed her hips back and forth on Thatchiff's slightly softened cock, desperately rubbing her clit on him but knowing she was taking the risk that she was also exciting Yeth even more with her thrusting. She held her breath knowing she was only moments away from either abject slavery or potential salvation.

Almost out of nowhere she came. She screamed as loudly as she could, focusing both the magical and sexual aspects of her release into her cry. The noise was absolutely deafening and she looked up to see Kathbert bellowing in agony, his hands covering his bleeding ears until he fell back comatose on the ground. A second orgasm ripped through her as she thrust her hips forward on Thatchiff who was also out cold, although miraculously still near erect.

She felt rather than heard a shout from Yeth as he painfully ripped his cock out of her bottom, mercifully unfulfilled. As her own convulsions ceased she pulled herself off Thatchiff who had stopped breathing. Not wanting to contemplate that she had just finished herself off on a dead man she turned around.

Yeth was standing behind her, his hands cupped over his ears, roaring in agony although she couldn't hear any sound - her own scream had deafened her. Tringa was kneeling beside him, eyes wide in astonishment at Katryn's actions. However she paused only a moment before continuing to follow Yeth's last order and moving behind him to tongue his arsehole once again.

Judging by the surprise on Yeth's face and reading his lips, she judged he was now saying something like, "What the fuck are you doing? Stop that!" However Tringa also appeared to have lost her hearing and ignored him to continue her fervent reaming.

Katryn had to think quickly. She had incapacitated two of the Reapers but what there was of her magic was now spent. There was no way she could fight Yeth physically. Although dazed by her scream he was still formidable and frightening with his large muscular frame and colossal still erect penis. He also had magic at his disposal which she knew could hurt her.

What she did next was instinctive - she wasn't able to articulate why she did it; perhaps it was the aphrodisiac still coursing through her veins; or perhaps the familiar comfort of having a hard cock in her mouth. For whatever reason, she fell to her knees in front of him and opened her mouth as wide as she could. As she enclosed her lips over the massive glans of his erection she felt him gasp and then relax as she began to bob her head. Obviously he felt that allowing the two women to use their mouths on him outweighed any short-term chance of Katryn escaping. He grabbed her by her hair and began to fuck her face; Tringa, her tongue wedged firmly inside him, moved her head in time.

Katryn tried not to vomit as she tasted her own arse on his cock. Her determination was strengthened knowing that she couldn't let him pull out of her mouth. She didn't know if he could still complete the ritual by taking her up the bum again but she didn't want to take the chance. Also she needed more time to think. She considered biting his cock or twisting his balls but didn't feel confident that she could incapacitate him before he could attack her. Instead, she began to suck as hard as she could while flicking her tongue all over his cock.




To the Citadel Ch. 03



All three continued in surreal silence for a few more minutes. Twice Yeth tensed to pull out; twice Katryn responded by grabbing his hips, opening her throat and swallowing his entire cock, desperate to keep him in her mouth.

However on the third occasion she tried this Yeth snarled something, slapped her hard across her face and turned her over to force himself painfully up her bottom once more. Katryn felt rather than heard her own scream of pain and despair. She frenziedly tried to escape him but his hold on her was too secure. He slammed in and out of her poor tight bum determinedly, pushing his entire titanic length in and out of her.

Her hearing was gradually returning and she could now hear him almost chanting, "Dirty whore. Filthy slut. Wicked tart. Tight hot cunt." She could now also hear her own groans and cries at each agonizing thrust into her tiny violated butthole.

Thinking that maybe she could make herself come again she pushed her right hand down between her legs to play with her fat clit but Yeth, seeing what she was doing and very aware of the consequences of her last climax, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back up, forcing her to let go.

Katryn looked up in anguish only to see Levan stirring in the straw. Yeth obviously hadn't seen him as he had now reached around to her to grab her by her breasts. She began to push back with her hips, trying to balance the need to keep him distracted with the need to not let him come.

Suddenly he let go of her tits so that she fell to the floor. She sensed a flash of green light ahead of her and she saw Levan's body lurch and fall still once more.

"Do you think I'm stupid, slut?" Yeth hissed in her ear as he redoubled his efforts up her butt. "Oh yes, I'm going to fill you with my seed and I'm going to turn you into my whore. I'm going to allow anyone who wants to fuck you in any hole they want. I'm going to make you fuck old men and animals. I'm going to-"

There was a thud and Yeth slumped over her, pinning her to the floor. She tried to roll out from under him but his oversized penis was buried in her to the hilt and she couldn't move his heavy form.

"Oh, Katryn. Are you OK?"

"Garth?" she answered. "Is that you?" She felt Yeth heaved off her and she cried out as his cock was agonizingly dragged out of her anus. It really was Garth. Yeth was out cold, an ugly bruise on his forehead from where Garth had hit him with, she assumed, his sword's hilt.

"Oh, Katryn. I'm so sorry!" Garth pulled her up and held her in his arms.

Katryn sobbed into Garth's shoulder. "Oh, Garth. They made me do so many dirty things."

"Shhh," he comforted her, stroking her hair. "It's OK now. Where's Levan?"

"Oh, no! Levan!" Katryn turned and gingerly hobbled over to Levan's body. "That bastard burned him," she wailed just as Lena came running into the barn with a stunning lithe dark woman.

"Levan!" Lena cried. The dark woman bent down, putting both hands on Levan's body before knitting a series of complex healing threads of the Craft into him. Levan convulsed, before coughing and trying to sit up.

"Fuck me, what happened?" he croaked. The dark woman looked up at Lena and smiled.

Lena bent over him to kiss him tenderly. "Looks like we got here just in time, my darling."

A large blond man loped in, giving Katryn's perfect naked figure a leisurely and appreciative inspection. "Come on, Levan; no time for a nap. We've taken out a few of the tossers but there may be more out there." He grinned as Levan swore and pulled himself up with Lena and the other woman's support.

After hasty introductions and a quick rummage for some clothing for Katryn, they tied up Yeth and Kathbert despite Katryn wanting to execute them.

"They're evil. I'm glad I fucked Thatchiff to death. They deserve to die too!"

"Girl, we are not animals like the Reapers," Lena told her. "Anyway, while they're both unconscious, we can do something more punishing." Lena and Deera joined forces to weave the Craft over their heads, subtly altering their minds.

"They'll find themselves unable to quite reach the Force. It will drive them mad and only the two of us specifically can reverse it so they'll be stuck like this forever!"

Tringa had remained silently kneeling on the floor, trembling in fear. Every time either of the Craftswomen came close to her she began to cry in shame.

Deera approached her, "Sister, you must not fear us or be ashamed. What has happened to you is not your fault. Let me help you." With a quick touch on the brow she rendered her unconscious. Simlek caught her up in his strong arms and tied her across his saddle.

"We'll be able to help her back at the Citadel," Deera confirmed.

They rode away from the barn which, Katryn was told, was only a few miles from Raspberry Magna. She rode in front of Garth, cautiously trying to keep her sore bum out of the saddle.

Garth explained how he and Lena had met up with Deera and Simlek and then how the Craftswomen had sensed her cry. They had arrived as quickly as they could coming across a patrol of Reapers only half a mile away. While the others had dealt with them, he had raced ahead to the barn to find Katryn being violently buggered by Yeth. He had been too scared to stab him so he'd used his sword hilt to knock him out.

"Oh, Garth. Just another minute and I'd have become his slave. Thank you so much. I've really missed you. And your dick!" she added.

"And me you, Katryn," he replied warmly.

"And I'll never get jealous again. Although I can't wait to get your cock in my mouth, you must always try as many other women as you want." She explained about her experiences with Levan, the farmers and the Mannish Reapers.

"Wow. I can't say that doesn't make me feel envious but as you can imagine I've been doing it with Lena loads. I've even had Deera too so I'm in no position to complain."

After a comfortable pause in their conversation, Garth said, "We'll be at the Citadel in two days Lena says. I'll always look after you, Katryn. No matter what happens."

Katryn smiled up at him and kissed him lovingly. "And I will you, Garth. Forever."

They rode onwards to the Citadel.