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The
Samur: Chapter 4, Volume Counts (FM+ oral
magic) � 2010 Rhys.The.Mage Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4 || Ch. 5 || Ch. 6 || Ch. 7 || Ch. 8 || Ch. 9 || Ch. 10 || Ch. 11|| Ch. 12 || Ch. 13 (A drinking contest. Or, how much cum could cum slut suck...) [1] Rhys watched as the lead man of Tamaira's band entered her tent, likely to give a report. He and a now clothed Tamaira emerged a short time later to be joined at once by Jillian, who was escorted by two of the men. He watched them enter the tent, then went back to helping out with food preparation. … “I understand that you and your man are not from this place. I should have noticed your different appearance, but I was otherwise engaged. You are not a warrior in your land?” “No W. Tamaira, there are few women warriors in our land.” “You use the honorific, very nice. I understand that you were considered vanquished after Vira took your party last night. How did she treat you?” Jillian blushed at the memory, then remembered the nature of the woman she was talking to. “She had her warriors bind me and then had three men ravish me. They offered to gag me to help me not cry out, but I told them I could endure without.” Tamaira laughed, understanding the truth at once. “No doubt she was wrong in thinking you would not enjoy it?” Jillian smiled. "I did my best not to, but the three men were very committed." Tamaira laughed again. “Excellent, we may make a warrior of you yet.” The warrior shifted in her thoughts. “Your man was one of the three I selected this morning after dealing with Vira.” Jillian nodded, “He was.” “I did not know he was yours at the time.” “Would that have mattered?” “Perhaps not, but at least I could have asked.” Tamaira sat and gestured for Jillian to join her. “Why are you here, in the Samur?” “What do you mean?” “Please do not be evasive.” Jillian decided to take a chance based on nothing more than a gut feeling. “We are here because we believe an evil wizard of great power is in your land." She noticed an odd look on Tamaira's face. "What is it?" Tamaira sneered. "Magic? That's what you are going with? Spells? Demons? Devils? That kind of thing?” Jillian looked cross, Tamaira smiled. “Do you have,” she placed an atypical accent on this, “darrrk forces you can bring to bear on us?” “I gather you do not believe our reason for being here involves a mage.” Tamaira smirked. “I believe you believe it, but in the Samur magic is something we threaten children with. The rest of the time we don't believe it either.” Tamaira sat back, smiling. “Maybe you can demonstrate your power. Could you do that? Without blowing up the tent?” “I do not wish to offend. I have heard that all magic is forbidden in the Samur, that there is no magic allowed here at all.” Tamaira spoke with a level voice. “I am not easily offended. But if you continue to try and change the subject I shall begin to change my opinion of you. Am I clear?” Jillian nodded slowly. Tamaira grinned. “Good. Now kindly demonstrate.” “Perhaps you should name something, to make sure I have not planned a trick or something.” Tamaira took a bracer off her arm, held it in her hand. “Take this from me.” Jillian considered for a moment, then stilled her mind and spoke one word. “Besseg.” Holding herself motionless, she continued to watch Tamaira as the warrior began to open her mouth, and a sound started to form there. Effortlessly, she reached out and took the bracer, put in on her own arm, and released the spell. “Well?” Tamaira said, then started when she saw the bracer on Jillian's arm. She clapped excitedly. “Wonderful! Well done. Very well, for the moment I believe you. How do you plan on finding this evil wizard?” “We made some inquiries in Vigen, and after hearing of some unusual events in the east, we hired a guide and set off. It was not much longer before Vira set upon us.” Tamaira leaned forward, “There were three of you? What happened to the third? Who was it?” “He is named Galen.” Tamaira nodded. “Hmmm. Your man Rhys is quite alright.” She unconsciously rubbed briefly between her legs, “Yes, quite alright. But what happened to Galen when you encountered Vira?” “I only heard part of what was said, because I was, um, being punished.” Tamaira smiled. “And distracted as well. But what did you hear?” “Vira was angry with Galen, said something about the old ways and that she would take what she wanted.” Tamaira shot to her feet. “Damn, I knew it. I have corrected one wrong and now must correct another.” She went to the entry of the tent and pulled one of her warriors inside. “There is one named Galen among the jongul. Bring him.” The warrior nodded, and disappeared. “What is it?” Jillian asked. “First off, we do not seize jongul, service is voluntary. The second thing, is that from your description, it would seem Vira inflicted a particular punishment on this man Galen. As his service was not his choice, this was wrong. I need to correct that. Finally, based on what you have said, and what I know, it may be best for you and Rhys to stay with me. ” “What was that last bit, about something you know?” “The words Vira spoke are familiar, but uncommon. Even now there is a small rebellion in the Samur. Such a thing has not happened for many tens of years. The warriors who join them forsake our ways and claim to seek a return to the old ways. I must find the one that leads them, and kill her. It would seem unlikely that our two paths would cross if the quests were not related. So until we are certain your quest is not the same as mine, we should remain together.” The tent flaps parted and Jillian watched as Galen was led into the tent by two warriors. He stood there, eyes downcast, looking pained to even be in the presence of the large warrior. “Leave us,” Tamaira said, and the two warriors left. Jillian started to rise, but Tamaira motioned for her to sit. “You may remain. It is customary to have a witness.” “Witness?” Jillian was clearly confused, but Tamaira was already moving toward Galen. He held himself motionless. The amazon leader lifted his chin and he looked at her. “What happened to you at the hands of Vira was not the way of the Samur.” She saw pain in his eyes. “I cannot allow you to leave this place thinking such punishment should be inflicted on non-volunteers.” Galen gulped. “You cannot?” Tamaira smiled, fumbled in her belt and produced a small vial. “Drink this now.” Galen resigned himself to whatever the amazon had in mind, and as he touched the vial to his lips he tasted the shuutra. He stopped. Moving with blinding speed Tamaira grabbed his head and poured the fluid in his mouth, then held it shut. “You must swallow. It is the only way I can undo what has been done.” Galen looked afraid. “Where,” he stammered, “is the sandglass?” Tamaira moved up to the immobile man, then knelt at his feet. “That will not be necessary.” She began to undo his drawers at once. “It won't?” said Galen with obvious concern. Dropping his trousers, she stroked his hardening cock, the shuutra having quickly turned him into an effective, if as yet unwilling, participant. With her free hand she deftly removed the yuru, and showed it to him. “No, it won't. There is no way you will take that long.” Then Jillian watched as the amazon took Galen's cock in her mouth completely in one movement. Galen moaned, put his hands on her shoulders to balance himself as the warrior woman sought to extract her prize. As much as the man enjoyed her efforts, Tamaira enjoyed the act completely. She enjoyed the power it gave her over the man, who just stood there dumb with pleasure as she massaged the underside of his cock with her tongue and used her jaws and cheeks to fuck him with her mouth. She wrapped her powerful arms around his legs and all but immobilized him as she continued to nurse his prick. Soon, she felt, soon he would go over, feeding her what she needed to build and maintain her strength. As she took Galen's cock deeper in her mouth, she drove him onward and upward. In just a few minutes, Galen's body reacted in the only way it could to the warrior's practiced tongue, and his cock started pumping its precious cargo into the eager mouth that engulfed his cock. Galen's prick swelled and pulsed time after time, and Tamaira swallowed its delivery effortlessly. Jillian could not believe what she was seeing. Not only was she watching this warrior give an amazing blow job, the man was cumming for what seemed like forever. Eventually, when he was limp, Tamaira released his cock and stood in front of him. “I will assume my apology is accepted.” Galen nodded dumbly as he watched Tamaira lick her lips. “You may go now, in peace,” she held up the ring, “or you may stay.” Galen straightened up, “To serve would be a pleasure.” Tamaira nodded, “I knew you'd say that.” She replaced the yuru on his cock. “Leave us.” Galen pulled up his drawers and backed away and out of the tent. Tamaira relaxed back on the furs, and belched. A thoroughly unwomanly sound—especially given what she had just been doing. She smiled. “Man milk,” the warrior said as she wiped her mouth, “it does a body good.” “I do not understand. What was I supposed to witness besides that man pouring a ridiculous amount into your mouth? How, how much did you swallow?” “Perhaps a cup? That is normal. Shuutra is a wonderful thing.” Jillian consciously closed her mouth before speaking. “A cup?” Tamaira nodded, then frowned. “Damn. Now I'm horny.” “What about the witness bit? What was that?” Tamaira raised an eyebrow. “I am Princess Tamaira, and I was simply giving a royal apology and erasing a very bad memory for my newest jongul. An effective recruiting technique, and it is customary to have royal apologies witnessed. Now, back to my current problem. I would like to have your man tonight.” “I think I need him after that show.” Jillian said with a grin. Tamaira smiled, but not dissuaded. “Might you wager for him?” “Wager?” “More of a contest really. If I win, I get your man for an evening to do as I please.” “And if I win?” “Gutsy. Well, if you win I will owe you a favor.” “And what would this contest involve?” “For this contest I propose each of us shall have one half hour to drink of as many jongul as possible. They must spend in your mouth for it to count. The one who finishes in second place must see to finishing the remaining jongul. After all, it would be wrong to punish them when they had done nothing wrong.” Jillian had been confident in her abilities as a fellatrix until Tamaira's recent demonstration, but still, it sounded reasonable. “Um, no way to put this nicely, how many have you finished in a half hour?” “Myself? I can boast eight.” “Eight?” Tamaira nodded. “And you?” “Three?” “Then, if you accept, you will have to do better.” “And if I lose, what exactly do I have to do to finish off the remaining jongul?' “There is no penalty to our wager. I win or you win.” Tamaira leaned forward. “Not winning can be a delightful thing since she has to take care of the remaining men. For this contest I would recommend we ready a butcher's dozen.” “Butcher's dozen?” “Yes, fourteen. There won't be that many left, after we both drink several.” “But the, uh, non-winner might have to satisfy three or four more?” “Most likely. And the men must be brought off soon after the end of the contest. After all, they are not there to be tortured.” She smiled widely. “Their urgency is very stimulating.” Jillian knew she was wet at the thought. “I accept,” she said, and the Princess smiled. [2] Jillian and Tamaira stood naked as the fourteen jongul were brought in to the large tent. Jillian could hardly believe she was standing here nude, much less that she was about to partake in a contest that would scandalize most prostitutes back in Anora. Three warriors guarded the tent, one woman inside, two men outside. The female warrior stood near the entrance, behind the men. “Strip now,” she told the men. As they shed their clothes, she handed the ones on each end a flask. They drank and passed it on. She set a sandglass at the entrance to the tent where it could be seen. She waited a short time, then, seeing their cocks start to rise, she removed their yuru as she provided them instructions. “Jongul, you are here for a netek, a contest. Follow their directions. You may not touch yourselves,” she said to the men, “and the challengers may not use their hands.” She parted the group, seven to a side. “You go with her, you go with her. Any questions?” Seeing there were none she produced another sandglass of a different color. “You have one half hour.” She sat it on the ground, “Begin.” Tamaira immediately motioned for two men to move forward. As the first got close enough, she knelt, threw her arms around his legs and brought him to the cushion covered floor. He let out a soft “oof” as he landed, but no sooner had he stopped falling than Tamaira had his cock in her mouth and she began to work him fiercely. He groaned. The second man stood next to Tamaira, waiting for his turn. Momentarily stunned into inaction by the scene in front of her, Jillian hesitated a moment before calling one of her jongul forward. She knelt in front of him and took his better than average cock into her mouth: trying to use all her tricks to get him to the edge as fast as possible. She worked on him a few minutes before she heard what sounded like Tamaira breathing heavily. Glancing over, she was surprised to see the Princess warrior on her hands and knees, getting fucked by the man she had been sucking a short time before. The cock in her mouth belonged to a second man, who had probably just got done taking a turn fucking the warrior himself. The man in her mouth groaned, Tamaira took a deep breath, and then the man started to fill her belly with his spend. The man in her pussy stopped fucking her, perhaps because he was one the verge of cumming himself while watching the show. Distracted, Jillian almost missed the telltale swelling of the prick on her tongue before it started filling her mouth. Mentally ready for the flood, she was still surprised by the volume and constant flow that washed across her tongue. Remembering an old bar trick, she relaxed her throat, took the man as deep as she could, and let him fuck her throat and pump his load right into her belly. As she finished draining her first, a quick glance at Tamaira showed she was getting ready to swallow her second as a third man took his place behind her and mounted her ready pussy. Jillian pushed her first man away and motioned for two to come forward. She made one lie down and then kneeled over him, her tits straddling his cock. Leaning down, she took the man's cock in her mouth even as she spread her pussy in invitation to the man behind her. She did not have long to wait. A moment later she felt his fingers find her entrance, and then his cock was in her to the hilt and the man started fucking her soundly. Jillian moaned around the cock in her mouth, then remembered her task. Pulling off the man, she told him, “Grab my tits and fuck them.” The man grinned, then squeezed her mounds together and started to thrust his cock between them. Jillian saw Tamaira finish her second, and the new man switched out again. The woman is a sex goddess, she thought. Distracted once again, Jillian suddenly found herself on the edge of a climax that promised to be glorious, and at the same time disastrous. As she was about to go over, she took the man thrusting between her orbs into her mouth and started to suck him as hard and fast as she could. He started to cum just as she did, and when her pussy clamped down on the man in her pussy, he suddenly found himself flooding the young sorceress. “Damn,” he said out loud. The woman warrior guarding the door just smiled as the man helplessly pumped Jillian's pussy full of his cum. Jillian swallowed as fast as she could, the task made more difficult by the extended climax she enjoyed as the man filled her pussy to overflowing. When he was done, he stood, and held his gaze downcast as the warrior put the yuru back on him. “I will see you in my tent later,” she said. He did not smile, but he did not look afraid. Jillian saw jonguls four and five were working on Tamaira, and she was about to finish off number four. Jillian was now down three to two, and falling behind. She motioned at two more to come forward. Hoping to gain a little more control, she laid one of the men down and mounted him, pulling the other near and sucking him into her mouth. Shifting her weight so the man beneath her could thrust, she took the hands of the man in her mouth and put them on her tits. He took the cue and started squeezing them, hefting and enjoying their weight as she fellated him. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tamaira finish number four, and just as she let the man's cock drop from her lips she started to make a low keening wail. She was clearly enjoying a climax at the hands (and cock) of the man behind her, and before she came down number six was in her mouth. Jillian felt the man beneath her change tempo, and she jumped off him at once, reversed herself and inhaled his cock just as he was spending. Her fourth took the opportunity to slip into the eager flesh in front of him, bottoming out and causing Jillian to 'oog' aloud even while she was swallowing. She almost coughed, but kept at her task. The two locked eyes for just a moment, and then it was Tamaira that lost her focus, and her number five drove her, and himself, into a climax. “Fuck!” Tamaira yelled as she came and felt the man flood her pussy. She quickly regained her composure, however, and resumed her sucking of number six. Her technique must have been inspired, for before the man in her pussy finished, she was swallowing her fifth shuutra enhanced load of the evening. At about the same time that number five was finished depositing a fresh load to Tamaira, Jillian felt the man inside her start to buck more forcefully. She pulled off him, spun around to take his cock in her mouth and was met with a huge blast of cum right in the face. She recoiled slightly, and as a result the second took her right between her tits. She latched onto the spewing cock in time to swallow most, but not all of his spend. Time was running out. Tamaira motioned for her last man to come forward, and she laid him down, impaled herself on his cock, and started bouncing. Jillian was getting pretty tired and did not know how much more she would be able to take. She motioned a fifth man to come forward, too tired to think about taking on two at once just now. She gamely tried to bring the man off, but as time ran out she noticed Tamaira gulping down her sixth serving of jongul milk. “Time,” the warrior said. “The count is six to three. Princess Tamaira is winner.” Tamaira stood, cum leaking down her thighs, her body wet with sweat and cum. “A good bout Lady Jillian. It has been a long time since a competitor so distracted me that I let a man cum inside me. Now, as I go to claim my reward, please take care of these last three.” Now that the contest was over, Jillian was ready to have some relief herself. One orgasm had not been enough given all the activity of the last half hour. As the warrior finished replacing the yuru on the spent men, she ordered them to leave the tent. She closed the tent flap behind her, leaving Jillian, the man she had recently been sucking, and two others ready to go. The man in front of her pushed her on to her back, and she lay down willingly. He sat astride her chest, wrapped her tits around his cock, and started fucking her cleavage. Jillian felt the next man kneel between her thighs and rub his cock on her pussy lips. “Mmm, just fuck me,” she said, and he did. In one motion he thrust into her, then grabbed her knees and starting plowing her with long powerful strokes. Jillian quickly found herself rising, the evening's activities, sights and sounds quickly filling her mind. She threw her legs around the man's hips and urged him on with her heels. As she neared her peak, she pushed him onward by rhythmically gripping his dick with her pussy. Because of the man straddling her chest, she could not see the man fucking her, but she knew when he was ready to cum. He tried to back away, but she started to cum and locked her heels on his thighs, he drove into her and started to flood her even as she started to scream in pleasure. Soon completely sated, the man withdrew from her pussy and left the tent. Jillian was now only half conscious after all the fucking and sucking, but she felt the last man thrust into her sopping wet cunt. As the man started fucking her, the man between her tits told her he was about to cum. Feeling a bit naughty, and with her belly already full, she took hold of the man's cock as he started to cum, pointing it at her tits, neck and face as the man delivered rope after rope of cum onto her. I'm a cum covered slut now, she thought, smiling. I wonder what Rhys would make of this. The man rose and left the tent. Looking up from her glistening tits, she was startled to see Rhys was the one fucking her. She sighed, content that obviously the show had not bothered him. She did not know how she could have missed him earlier, but here he was now, thrusting into her like a rutting bull. She smiled at him until she felt him start to cum, then she clenched him hard with her pussy and helped herself over the edge one final time. Rhys had no sooner finished cumming than he watched Jillian fall asleep. Rising and withdrawing, he left the tent to render the Princess' victory unto her. He had no idea how he was going to perform again so quickly, but he figured the Princess knew what she was doing. Next Chapter |