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Samur: Chapter 9, Verification (MF 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 [1] After discussing the actions of both Vira and Lorsha, the Princesses had decided the four of them and a guard detachment would leave the Helel in the morning to head north for Samarkand to meet with their mother the Empress. The Helel would continue east, under the command of their cousin Raina. The journey to Samurkand had to be fast, which meant they had a full day of hard riding ahead of them. For the first time in days, Rhys and Jillian had time for a long talk. They were surprised that the only sign of the mage, or of the two remaining artifacts, was the reported rebellion in the east. True, two of the women that had declared their allegiance to the rebellion had run into them, and that was very unlikely. But there had been no direct attacks on them since the apprentice had been killed near Zovoe, and that was oddly disturbing. They were about to discuss their next move when Rhys suddenly remembered something. "You remember the first contest I was part of when we met up with the Helel?” "The riding contest? Certainly I remember. That dead bitch Lorsha rode you and then one of your princess harem sucked you off.” She shifted in her saddle. “Too bad I couldn't watch.” "No need to be catty about it.” She laughed. “Of course I remember.” "In order to outlast the blond I used magic.” "I've heard this part before, remember? Last night.” "It was how the contest ended that bothers me. I should not have been able to cum, but when Tamaira took me in her mouth, I exploded immediately.” "Perhaps your control was better than you think but the spell was wrong.” "The spell was wrong?” "Oh, right, no way you could have outlasted the blond.” "Actually, quite right, there was no way. It could be that the Samur have some resistance to magic.” "I wonder if they will let us experiment and find out?” "Hmmm. I will try if you do.” [2] At the noon halt Rhys was on the roster, and he found himself ushered into a hastily thrown up tent with Iolan. She had requested him nearly every time his name was on the roster; but she was not interested in drinking him, and he was never given shuutra before seeing her. He was no sooner in her tent than she dropped her armor and dropped to her knees. "Why are you standing there? Get your cock over here now.” Rhys dropped his trousers and stood in front of the princess, his cock beginning to harden even before she had him in her mouth. “Ready for me I see,” she said, and took him to the root. Rhys sighed, “Always ready to serve, highness.” When he was fully hard, she pulled his cock from her mouth with an audible 'pop.' She continued to stroke him with her hand. “We will reach Samarkand tomorrow, and I must be certain I am with child.” She turned around and dropped on her hands, wiggling her ass at him. “Service me again wizard.” Rhys knelt behind her and stroked his cock in the crack of her ass. “Princess,” he began. "Call me by my name when you fuck me.” "Yes Iolan. May I ask a favor?” "If it will result in you fucking me, then yes.” "Something odd happened during the contest with the Helel. I need to cast a spell to test a theory about that. It might be important.” Iolan sighed heavily, “If this somehow prevents you from giving me what I need, I will punish you severely.” "Yes, Iolan.” Rhys recalled the words he had used before, “le hangolas, me-rev.” Rhys stroked himself a couple times and then aimed at the royal pussy before him. He inserted two fingers into her, found her wet and ready. She barked at him. “No need for preliminaries. If I don't feel your cock inside me by the count of three I will beat you. One.” Rhys positioned himself at her entrance. “Two,” she announced. Rhys thrust into her as she was just opening her mouth to say the final word. The effect, as it had been with Tamaira, was electric. As soon has he had fully buried himself within Iolan, the spell collapsed and triggered his orgasm. Unlike the previous time, his hips were not bound, and this time when he started to cum he vigorously fucked the woman wrapped around him. As it had been with Tamaira, his orgasm was unlike any other. Iolan had only an instant to register the fact Rhys had fully penetrated her in one stroke; for in the next instant it seemed the cock that impaled her swelled enormously before it throbbed strongly and began to flood her. She felt every single pulse of his cock, and that feeling, combined with the sudden aggressive fucking she received, sent her into the fastest climax she had ever experienced. Rhys was oblivious to what was happening to Iolan, so lost was he in his own climax. He came more than usual, he was certain, and the strength of it left him weak. He was panting as he started to come down, and he wasn't the only one. Iolan moved forward slightly, Rhys tightened his grip on her hips and held her on his cock. “You, master wizard,” she said, still half out of air, “need to leave the Samur very quickly. We will not get anything done if you are fucking all the royal family senseless.” Rhys laughed, “Yes highness. Might I ask another favor?” This time she was able to pull herself free of him as he softened. “I am quite ready to say yes if you can do that to me again before Samarkand.” Rhys nodded. “Can you arrange for a warrior who is not royalty to ask for me at the evening meal?” "I will recommend you.” She laid on her back and felt her pussy. “Was your experiment a success?” "I will tell you after dinner.” "Mmmm. I will send for you tonight.” Rhys recognized the dismissal. He stood, dressed, and left the tent. [3] Jillian had the somewhat more difficult task of convincing one of the royalty to let her experiment on her with magic. Tamaira raised an eyebrow at the request, “And how exactly, are we to proceed?” "There is a simple spell I would like to try, just to see if it will work.” "Will it hurt?” "No. In fact, you will probably enjoy it if it works.” "I do not understand. Why do you think it will not work?” Jillian told her of the riding contest and the unexpected outcome. "But that spell works for him when he is with you,” the Princess said. “Damn, you must be able to fuck for hours.” Jillian nodded, “True, but that isn't usually the reason to use it.” Tamaira shrugged. “And when do you want to try this?” "Before you call in your noon snack.” Tamaira nodded. “I'm thirsty, so go ahead.” "Kakas, Tamaira, tetofka.” Tamaira just stared at her. “Am I supposed to feel all tingly?” Jillian shrugged. “You will know if it works.” Just then a young man arrived and stood a few feet away. Tamaira motioned him forward, reached into his breaches and found he was already hard. The man groaned in pleasure as she withdrew his cock, removing the yuru and continuing to stroke him. "Today I am feeling a bit different,” Tamaira said. She spit in hand and continued to stroke his cock. After a few minutes he was getting a little weak in the knees. “Hold on to my shoulders, and tell me when you are ready,” she made a show of licking her lips, “I must have my prize.” "Yes, Princess,” he breathed heavily. As his cock began to drip more and more, the warrior dropped to her knees, held his cock over her face and continued to stroke him. She was a bit surprised at his stamina. “Are you holding back on me?” "No highness.” "Then watch me.” She saw him look down, and watched the look of pleasure come over his features as he saw a drop of his excitement form and fall away from his cock and into her mouth. “Mmmm, I am ready for you to cum,” she said, and took him fully in her mouth. Her tongue started at work on him at once, but she need not have worried. Many minutes of her handiwork had brought him to the edge and now her tongue was akin to corkscrew about to open a bottle of wine. Tamaira did notice something unusual though. As soon as she had taken him in her mouth she had suddenly been very aroused. Not that sucking cock didn't always do that to her, but this was as if the cock in her mouth was also fucking her. Enjoying the distraction immensely, she worked harder to get the cum out of the cock in her mouth. The young man held tightly on to the Princess' shoulders as he felt his shuutra enhanced orgasm reach the point of no return. Every muscle tightened, his cock swelled, and Tamaira rose higher as well. He strained to hold on to the moment, holding himself at the cliff edge and desperately trying to draw out his pleasure. Even as he did so, Tamaira felt herself suddenly on the edge of a climax herself. Then, though she expected it, the cock in her mouth pulsed and a warm rush of cum hit her throat. The effect was immediate. Tamaira exploded in an orgasm as good as any fucking had ever delivered. In fact, it still felt like the cock in her throat was fucking her pussy as well. On and on she swallowed, and on and on she came. When at last the man was finished, he looked down and saw how flushed Tamaira was. He stepped back and she replaced his yuru before he left the tent. Tamaira exhaled and stood up. “Okay, let's just say that it worked. Wow. I may have to change my position on having wizards around. Now what?” "Now I need to try something unpleasant.” "Try not to leave any scars on my tits. I love my tits.” "Don't we all.” "Why thank you,” Tamaira said. [4] Rhys had determined that at least with the warriors of noble blood, his spells collapsed when he was fully inside their bodies. That evening, he was summoned, along with five other men, by Iolan's guard. Six of the warrior women sat around a fire drinking and eating as they approached. A flask was passed around and they all drank. After his frequent encounters with Iolan, the feeding of the warriors seemed very businesslike. The women continued to drink and talk while the shuutra worked its inevitable magic on the men. Soon all there were six tented sets of trousers and six uncomfortable men. Another redhead, tall, well muscled and small breasted, looked at the men and then pointed at Rhys. He walked over to her, uttering his spell under his breath. "Get on your hands and knees,” she said. Rhys did as he was bid, and she turned him so that he was facing into the circle of warriors, each of which appeared to have her own way of getting what they were after. Some knelt, some sat, while Rhys' red headed amazon laid on her back and positioned her head under the tent in his trousers. Rhys did his best to remain motionless as she undid the simple knot and removed the yuru. Then she grasped his cock and inhaled him fully without preamble. As she was not supposed to be royalty, he did not immediately climax. He groaned as the warrior fellated him, licking and stroking his cock equally as well as any of the royalty. "W., can I ask the name of the one I am serving?” There was a brief grunt, “Youhs. And although you enjoy this that is not the purpose.” She nipped him with her teeth and swallowed him again. "Yes W. Youhs.” His experiment concluded, he decided his reputation needed to be upheld. He uttered the words to allow his own orgasm in due time, and a little surprise for the warrior to find out if he could magic them directly. “Kineg, kakas Youhs tetofka.” The amazon under him groaned her apparent displeasure at his speaking, and she changed tactics. The flame haired warrior wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed. Rhys exhaled forcefully as he found his cock thrust firmly down the throat of the amazon. He could feel her throat constricting around him and trying to milk him. She groaned, almost imperceptibly, but Rhys heard it and knew his spell was working. W. Youhs nudged him with a shoulder, and he pulled back slightly. She squeezed him again then nudged him again. Rhys understood and started fucking the woman's throat. This kind of submissiveness was odd, but the other warriors were too involved to note her strange behavior, and Rhys just continued unhindered. Soon enough, he felt himself reaching that point of no return. As always under the influence of shuutra, the feeling lasted for what seemed like forever, and just as always, the woman sucking him knew it was happening. She continued to urge him on as he peaked and began to pump his seed down her throat and into her hungry belly. As Rhys' spend coursed through his cock and hit her throat, Youhs was introduced to what it meant to fellate a wizard—as she came suddenly and without warning. She would have shrieked, but the sound was absorbed by the cock in her mouth. Hungry for the feeling she greedily sucked down all he could offer, coaxing him to keep fucking her throat as she continued to cum with him. When she sensed he was through, she pushed at his hips and he withdrew from her to a standing position. Youhs sat up, a dazed look on her face as she replaced the yuru. “I always take W. Iolan's recommendations.” She nodded at Rhys, “You may go.” Rhys nodded and left the small circle of warriors, most of which were still working for their supper. ... Rhys and Jillian met up later with Iolan and Tamaira to discuss what they had learned. Though it seemed strange, there was no denying the facts. Jillian could cast spells as easily on the members of the Royal family as she could on anyone else. Rhys, however, could not directly affect them. "And this is unusual you say?” asked Tamaira. "Quite,” said Rhys. “there are those that are immune to most all direct applications of magic, such as dwarves. But I have never heard of a resistance that is keyed by bloodlines and gender. Most unusual.” "And this is helpful in some way?” "Perhaps not directly, but it is better to know, just in case.” [5] "Sing me a song, you're a singer, Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil”--Black Sabbath, Heaven and Hell Many leagues to the east, a woman with an ebon long sword stood alone outside the walls of a small town. Her long brown hair moved in the sight breeze. She was wearing only the barest of armor: a chain shirt and a chain skirt. Her eyes were brown, with unusually large irises. Very little white shown around the edges and her pupils were lost in the expanse of dark brown. A flush covered her upper chest and neck, splatters of blood, not hers, were scattered here and there on her body. Her nipples were prominent, and erect. Her pussy, uncovered except by the thin chain skirt, was flared open and gaping, bright red and running with her moisture. Fifteen or twenty men and women lay dead on the ground around her. The blood still dripped from her sword. She closed her eyes and a voice whispered in her mind, “Mmm, that was quite fun. Did you enjoy it?” The brunette swordswoman felt her clit throb at the thought. It had been a very good climax, one long delayed. “Oh yes, it was delightful.” Shivering, the sole person standing on the battle ground opened her eyes and yelled, “Is there no one else?” Atop the walls of the town she observed men and women, watching her with curiosity and fear. They had no idea who she was or what she was doing here, but she had just slain their entire Samaan force in a matter of minutes. Her movements were scary enough, flowing like water amongst the warriors, hardly noting their efforts as her blade moved among them without resistance. In days to come, many would swear that the sword had at times not even been held, but still it worked its deadly dance. Their fear, however, came not so much from the killing but from her reaction to it: for each time she wounded someone, each time she let blood, she shrieked. Not in victory it seemed, but in pleasure. There was no mistaking the sound. Though the brunette with the impossibly long nipples was fighting and wounding and killing, if you took away the blood and clanging you would have sworn she was fucking. And by the time she had killed half the Samaan, she was screaming with each kill in apparent climax. The town found the show disturbing on a number of levels. She called to them again. “If there is no one else, then you will provide ten men and ten women to join me.” When she heard nothing, she called once more, “Do not test my patience further. Waiting makes me horny.” The gates opened, and slowly a contingent of men and women came forward. She pulled a skin of shuutra off the body of the Samaan leader and threw it to one of the men as they neared. She strode away from the carnage as she did. “Two of you, drink and get ready to feed me. The rest of you, get horses and start moving north. We will follow shortly,” she said, licking her lips as the two men drank the shuutra and waited to be an afternoon snack. Fifteen minutes later, her thirst slaked, she left the town behind and rode north. Once out of sight, a lone rider left the town and headed west toward Samurkand with news of the bizarre encounter. Next Chapter |