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Wizard of Zovoe Chapter 10: Many Happy Endings (MF MF 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 [1] Zovoe was a large town on the edge of Anora, built between a great swamp and the eastern ocean, and beckoning the traders of the sea. A curious mix of sailors and land lubbers made their home there, buying and trading and selling all manner of things. One item for which they were not in short supply was that of stories, but the tales Rhys' band had to tell were some of the best even the jaded seaport had heard in a long while. Gathered in the largest pub in the town, The Four Winds, the group told their tales of adventure late into the evening: their unusual encounters in the Tong, the ambush in the Tengerpartal and the enclave of the dwarves under the mountain, not to mention the final battle with the she-demon Azarea and the killing of the wizard. “So is your grand quest over now?” asked one of the few remaining patrons shortly after midnight. Rhys shook his head, “This was just the apprentice. Always there are two, a master and an apprentice.” “Eh?” “Never mind, old story. But no, I expect we will still have to deal with this one's master when we get some indication of where he is hiding.” The dwarves were somewhere past drunk by this time, and they took advantage of the dwindling crowd to bow out and head up to their room. Gylal snorted. “Those two are amazing.” Cyd, who was not drunk, but definitely buzzed, grabbed Gylal's arm. “Knowing what those two are going to do,” she then gestured toward Rhys and Jillian, “and what those two are going to do, makes me quite envious.” Gylal looked in her dark eyes, found something there in addition to desire, but he could not ponder the matter as his eyes were drawn to the dark elf's bosom, which was noticeably heaving with her breathing. He noticed her hand was on Latek's pommel. He put his hand over hers, but then she casually slid her hand over his, placing him in direct contact with the sentient weapon. A series of images and feelings coursed through him, and he felt his cock get hard instantly. Cyd's eyes were smoldering. “How long has she been putting those thoughts in your head.” The dark elf warrior grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in for full mouthed kiss. When they broke, they were both panting. She whispered in his ear, “You have it wrong, those are my thoughts in Latek's mind.” As Gylal hurriedly threw a number of gold coins on the bar to settle the tab, he clutched at Cyd's hand. “Why didn't you say something earlier?” Cyd smiled broadly, “You will understand soon. Shall we go?” Gylal was quickly moving toward the stairs, practically dragging the dark elf behind him. Rhys hugged Jillian. “Shall we follow?” Jillian kissed him full on the lips, pressed his hands under her breasts. “Absolutely.” She led him toward the stairs, “Do we have the room between the dwarves and Gylal?” “Yes, well arranged by you I think. You are becoming quite the voyeur,” Rhys said. Jillian laughed. “We shall have some fine entertainment tonight.” Rhys agreed again, and grabbed a half full bottle of wine as they left the tavern's main room. [2] The dwarves had shed their armor and now they were negotiating. “I know you enjoy it, but what is in it for me?” Lynda asked. “Look, after I come I'll lick your pussy until I'm ready to go again.” Lynda rolled her eyes. “Fine. But I get to choose where you unload, and I get to choose the position when you are ready again.” Lemley smirked, “Is that all?” Lynda wondered what he was getting at, but with one of his hands on her tit and one hand fondling her pussy, she was a bit distracted. “I guess?” she said. He smiled. “Perfect. Now you just get comfortable on the bed and I'll be right there.” Lynda lay back on the bed and held her tits up. Lemley loved to fuck her tits, but she was not always into it. Tonight, however, she was in the mood. Not in the least because of what she knew she could get out of the deal. She watched as her lover rummaged in his pack, eying his balls from behind as he searched for something. Suddenly he sprang up and turned around, his hard cock standing upright in front of him and leading the way back to her. Climbing on to the bed, he straddled her chest, his thick cock hard and dripping inches from her face. She smelled bacon grease, and sure enough he rubbed some on his cock then wiped his hand off on a rag and tossed it away. He took over holding her tits, mauling them with his strong grip and pushing them together around his cock. He groaned as he started to slide back and forth in her cleavage, fucking her tits. Lynda put her hands behind her head and watched as Lemley groped and fucked her tits. Clearly enjoying himself, he started to speed up. His hands were squeezing her tits more firmly, both using them to pleasure his cock and enjoying the feel of them in his hands. “Mmm, you want to come, don't you lover?” Lynda asked. “Oh yes,” said Lemley, not pausing his stroke. Lynda looked down her nose as her lover's fat cock as it rhythmically poked its one eye out from between the valley of her tits to wink at her. �I want you to come just like this, fucking my titties.” Lemley grinned. “No need to worry about that.” “Mmm. Can you hit my face? I bet you can. That's where I want you to come.” In response, Lemley could only groan. His pace picked up at the thought of coming all over his lady's face and chest. A few strokes later and she felt him start to stiffen up. She moved one hand to her chest and held a thumb so that it stroked the underside of his cock as it popped out. When he felt himself on the verge, he held himself straining against her tits and she rubbed her thumb on his cock. His knees gripped her chest and his cock exploded. He felt a strong pulse race through his dick and watched in bliss as Lynda opened her mouth and took in his first shot. Her thumb continued to rub him, driving his climax on. He squeezed his muscles as hard as he could, and then the second pulse leapt from his cock and landed on her forehead, one ropey part going back toward his dick along her nose. As she continued to stroke him he pumped three more jets onto her chest and cheeks. When he was finished, he leaned over and kissed her, then went to the small chest of drawers to get a cloth. Tossing it to her, he watched as she started to wipe his cum off her face. When she had it over her eyes, he made his move, grabbing a wrist and quickly tying it to a bedpost. “Hey!” she yelled. But her pleas were half hearted as she felt her other wrist tied to the opposite bedpost. “What do you have in mind? I thought you were just going to lick me until you were ready?” “Of course I am. But who says I have to stop then?” Lynda rolled her eyes as her husband and lover dropped his head to her wet pussy and started directly on her clit. She knew Lemley would be ready in minutes, he always was, but this meant he was going to torture her...the nice way...for a very long time. Lynda relaxed her arms and wrapped her legs around Lemley's chest, changing the angle of her pussy and giving him better access. Lemley groaned his approval as he massaged her clit with his experienced tongue. In less than a minute she shrieked out her first orgasm. … Rhys and Jillian had listened to the actions of the dwarves, getting progressively more turned on. They sat nude opposite one another in the plush chairs. Sitting on the edge of their seats, they stroked each other and occasionally kissed as they listened to Lemley drive Lynda to yet another orgasm. Moaning in to the kiss, Jillian clutched at Rhys' hand and had a climax of her own. “Shall we see what our other neighbors are doing?” Rhys asked. “I hope they are just as noisy,” Jillian said. She didn't need to worry. [3] Just like both of the other couples, as soon as Cyd and Gylal had entered their room, clothes had been immediately shed. Cyd had at once dropped to her knees and deep throated Gylal's cock. He moaned in appreciation. She worked his cock for several minutes, taking him fully down her throat every time. Gylal had rarely encountered someone with such a love of cock-sucking. As she bobbed on his shaft, licking and sucking him with abandon, he could think of little else. Every once in a while she paused to catch her breath, but even then she continued to stroke him with her hand, never pausing his pleasure. After a few minutes, she said, �I like your control. Most have come by now, and made me bring them back to get my pleasure.” Gylal was close, but he was just able to hold off. Still, she was close to getting a belly full. “You have a wonderful mouth, but is there something I can do for you?” Cyd paused her sucking, but still stroked him. “There is, but it is an unusual request and I do not want to, ah, weird you out.” She resumed sucking him. Like most men, he could not think during a good cock-sucking, but he could agree to anything. “What would you like?” “I want you to lie on the bed, let me blindfold you, and ride you.” Gylal laughed as she took him back in her throat. He was truly about to die. But of course, before then, she would get a mouthful. “That does not seem like so much,” he said. She groaned, an enticing feeling as she sucked him. Then she pulled off with an audible 'pop.' She stood. “Very good. Then get on the bed and close your eyes.” He did as she asked, his cock not flagging in the least as he waited for her to return. He felt a soft cloth over his face and he lifted his head so she could tie it, the knot on the side so as not to be behind his head and uncomfortable. He heard a metallic sound, but he felt her hands on his shoulders and her pussy sliding over his dick. He ignored the sound. Probably just Latek moving around. Cyd leaned forward and kissed him, hard, while at the same time reaching back and holding his cock upright so she could mount him. Breaking the kiss, she watched his face as she lowered herself onto his shaft, slowing taking him in fully and resting her weight on his hips. She held herself there, enjoying the fullness. She leaned forward, positioning a breast right over his mouth and pressing into him. He tongued her nipple. “Do you trust me?” He nodded. “We have fought together, could have died together. Of course.” She lifted herself up, then lowered herself down. They both moaned. “Do not be alarmed by what you see next, please just go along with it. Trust me, you will enjoy it.” She saw the blindfold wiggle as he raised and lowered his eyebrows. She resumed fucking him slowly. She thought about Latek, and with nothing more than that, the sword leapt from its scabbard and settled in her hand. Gylal heard the telltale sound of the sword unsheathing, but Cyd rode him steadily. He felt her press a sword pommel, obviously Latek, into his hand. Her own hand clasped with his around it. There, in his mind's eye, was a second dark elf woman in the room next to them. Cyd did not pause in her fucking. She closed her eyes and found herself seeing the scene as he did, watching the new woman approach the bed. The new woman leaned forward and kissed him even as Cyd kept fucking him. He reveled in the feeling. The picture in his mind changed, at it was the other woman who was now riding him. Her body was nearly the same as Cyd's, but her eyes were a deep blue where Cyd's were nearly black. The new woman grinned wickedly, then started bouncing on him like she was possessed, fucking him at a frantic pace. Her eyes rolled up in her head and he watched as she silently went into a strong climax. Somehow, Gylal managed not to come. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling. Then the woman riding him was once again going slow, and the image changed to reveal it was in fact Cyd who was once again happily bouncing on his cock. Dropping her weight on his hips, he watched as she reached down and rubbed her clit vigorously. In just a moment he felt her pussy clench on his dick as she came. Fortunately, she was not moving. All of these women coming on his dick were getting him closer and closer to the edge. Cyd shivered as the last of her orgasm washed over her, then she leaned in and kissed him. When she broke the kiss, the image changed again, and the blue eyed wench was fucking him again. Slowly it occurred to him that the blue-eyed one was in fact Latek. He did not know how it was possible, but the realization intrigued him. He tried to reach for her breasts, but her hands found his and held him to the bed. Just as Cyd had done, she now offered her nipples to him one at a time and he licked and teased them as she rode him. The sword-woman rode him to another quick climax, and then he watched her transform in to Cyd. For the first time in minutes he once again felt the sword clasped between their two hands. How had he forgotten it? Cyd moved her other hand under his head, then shifted her legs to move them under his. For the first time Gylal could now use his hips and thrust. She was panting, her exertion and her previous orgasms draining her stamina. Cyd squeezed her sword hand, and he responded. The woman over him shifted to the blue-eyed one, and back. Cyd/Latek said to him, “Now fuck us, and please come inside us.” Gylal did not have any trouble understanding what the woman (women?) wanted from him. Holding the sword tight in their mutual grip, he put his other hand on Cyd's hip and held her in place as he lifted his hips off the bed and fucked her as fast as he could. Cyd started to moan, her face shifting between blue and black eyed. The rapid shifting did not slow as he watched both of them go over in climax. And as they reached their peak Gylal began spurting inside them. Pulse after pulse Gylal felt the woman(s) pussy clamp down on him, milking him and driving him higher. Gylal lost himself in the sensation, and before he knew it he was resting comfortably in the afterglow, a woman's weight upon his chest. He heard the sound of a sword reentering a scabbard, even as his cock wilted and withdrew from Cyd. Now free of his cock, she moved slowly, removing his blindfold and laying down next to him. Gylal reached down, grabbed the bedsheet, and pulled it over them. He turned his head toward the sword hanging on the headboard. “Good night,” he said. Latek, sated and comfortable, purred, and the two people on the bed fell fast asleep. [4] No sooner had Gylal finished his somewhat odd threesome than Jillian had enjoyed another orgasm from Rhys' fingers. For her part, Jillian had continued her stroking of Rhys, and just after she came she felt him tense. Moving quickly, she knelt between his legs and took him in her mouth. Continuing to stroke him even as she sucked, Rhys groaned and began to empty himself onto her eager tongue. “Mmmmm,” she hummed as she stroked his load into her mouth. “Damn!” exclaimed Rhys. As she finished slurping down her prize, Jillian led Rhys to the bed. His cock just starting to wilt in the aftermath of her wonderful hand and blow job, Rhys watched as she lowered her pussy to his mouth and she planted her ear to the wall. He looked up at her. “Get going, I'm sure the dwarves aren't done,” she said. ... Lynda, her wrists tied to the bed and her lover's tongue glued to her clit, was rapidly approaching the point of no return. Not the point of orgasm, for she had been there for some time now, but rather the point of unconsciousness. For fifteen minutes Lemley had licked and finger fucked her relentlessly. Both of them knew her response to this treatment: she started cumming, then cumming faster, and faster, until she could not breathe. Once in a while he might take pity on her and stop before that happened, but other times he liked to push her boundaries and see if he could actually get her to pass out. As Lynda felt herself barely down from one climax yet ready to start another, she was certain Lemley meant to drive her over that cliff. He had two or three fingers working her pussy, thrust deep inside and rhythmically pushing down inside her. His other fingers kept her spread wide while his tongue massaged her clit. His free hand squeezed her tits, teasing the nipples and hefting their weight over and over again. “Puh, please, let, me breathe,” she panted. He grinned, though her pussy was the only part of her that saw it. Suddenly Lynda's breath caught as her next orgasm overtook her. Lemley felt her clamp down on his fingers and his chin got a bit wetter. Her legs, once tightly wrapped around his chest, were now limply splayed as she unconsciously invited him to continue his assault. Her soft moans, made with all the energy she seemed to have left, made his cock even harder, if such a thing were possible. Just one more, he figured, and she will be ready. Her orgasm past her, Lynda's breathing accelerated as she took shallow breaths with most of her muscles still stuck in never ending contractions from aftershocks. Lemley paused just a moment, letting her think that he was actually ready to relent. Then, as her breathing once again approached normal, he resumed his attack, this time thrusting another finger into her, this time into her ass. Lynda jumped off the bed at the unexpected assault. “Fuck!” she yelled, “fuck me!” In response, Lemley sucked her lips into his mouth as far as he could, rolling them between his teeth and tongue and immediately driving her into another orgasm. All of her muscles clenched, and, minutes into hyperventilating, Lemley stayed locked on to her clit, keeping her from relaxing and preventing her from breathing. When she went noticeably limp, Lemley pulled his mouth from her pussy and rose from the bed. He untied her, then flipped her over onto her belly. He pulled her hips back toward him, then entered her and tied a piece of rope around his hips and her thighs. Sure she would not be able to dislodge him, he began fucking her as he poured some water over her head. He managed a few strokes in her unconscious body before she started to come around. A bit groggy at first, she quickly figured out where she was and what he was doing. The game had to continue. She slapped back at him with one hand, tried to pull away. The rope not only kept him inside her, but when she stopped, the momentum drove him balls deep. The breath went out of her again. “You fucker, I can't believe you did that to me again.” She tried once, twice more to buck him off, but only succeeded in fucking herself with his cock. Changing tactics, she stopped moving. An instant later, however, Lemley gripped her legs near the knee, and driving himself into her he forced her down on her belly. Pinning her to the bed with his weight on her hips (and in her pussy), he put his hands on her upper back and held her down as he drove into her. Lynda stretched her hands out in front of her. “Okay, you win, now fuck me for good.” Lemley grunted, no words necessary or appropriate. The bed creaked as he pounded into her at an increasing pace. She was gripping his cock with her pussy, driving him closer to the conclusion they both sought. Lynda, to her ever constant surprise, felt absolutely possessed in this position. Tits forced into the bed, unable to move anything but her pussy muscles, pinned to the bed by his cock in her pussy, she felt owned. And once in a while, maybe just once a great while, she liked it. This was one of those times. Lemley sensed the difference in her as he strove for his peak. “Tonight I own you,” he said as he pummeled her cunt. She wearily turned her head to one side and blew the hair out of her face. “Yes, you do,” she grunted. “So finish taking me.” Lemley fell forward, now pinning her with his weight on her back and reaching under to grab her tits. Hands full of her breasts, he at last started to cum. Lynda joined him as she felt him gasp and start to flood her insides with warmth. Lemley drove himself as deep into her as he could as his cock pumped rope after rope of cum inside his wife. When he was finally done cumming a short time later, he rolled off of her. “I love you,” he said. Once again blowing hair out of her face, she said absently, “I know.” [5] Rhys and Jillian did not hear the dwarf finale. As the dynamic dwarven duo had been reaching toward their peak, Jillian stole a glance at Rhys and saw he was ready again. Jillian knew exactly what she wanted. Shifting backward, she reached down and aimed his cock at her entrance, sinking down on him fully in one stroke. “That is what I needed.” Rhys moaned into her cleavage as she leaned forward, riding him slowly, Pulling away, he asked, “Is this what you would like?” Jillian did not pause in her fucking. “No. What I want,” she shivered with pleasure as she stroked him, and her. “is for you to kneel between my legs and fuck me while you hold my tits.” Rhys nodded, then held her tight as he rolled on top of her, careful to keep himself in the saddle. He scooted forward, lifting her legs and pushing up on his knees. Kneeling between her thighs, balls deep, he mauled her tits with his hands, holding her in place as he began to slam into her with long strokes. Jillian held the backs of her knees, holding herself wide for him. She looked up into his face, saw him looking down at her. He rocked her fast and long, pounding himself into her pussy as she had asked, quickly driving the two of them toward a mutual climax. Without pausing, Rhys let go of her tits and hugged her tightly to him. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said. She did. Now tightly holding each other with a maximum of contact, Jillian whispered in his ear, �Now come inside me my love.” Rhys groaned and shivered as he came. The signs and sounds of his orgasm triggered her own, and she barely noticed the spreading warmth in her pussy as she clenched around him. “I love you,” she said a few moments later when she could breathe again. “And I love you as well.” Next Chapter |