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Wizard of Zovoe Chapter 8: Recovery (MF best 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] As Rhys and the dwarves made their way back underground toward the enclave, a bloody and burned demoness with impossibly large tits took shelter in a small stable near the outskirts of Om. In pain and weakened, the white skinned namaah with jet black eyes and nipples, and an ever hungry cunt, was on the prowl for food. She walked along the stalls, sniffing the horses as she sought out a male. Human males were easy enough to find and use on this world, but she needed a meal...not a snack. Passing several stalls her nose finally told her she had found a male. Unlatching the gate, she entered and found an exquisite looking brown horse. It eyed her curiously, not recognizing the creature but not fearing it either. She stroked the horses side as she walked toward its tail. Reaching under the horse, she found what she was looking for, two large balls in a larger fleshy sack. As she fondled them gently, she smiled demonically and her pussy began to drip. She was glad she had found a stallion, and not a gelding, on her first try. Returning to the horse's other end, she thrust three fingers into her dripping snatch and then rubbed them on its nostrils. The stallion snorted as it got a snootful of pheromones that clearly signaled a mare in heat. Exiting the stall, the she-demon looked around for the help she needed. Finding a saddle she returned to the stall and the excited stallion. She slung the saddle over its back and crouched down to buckle it. As she did, she noted the stallion's foot and a half long cock was fully extended and dripping copiously. She smiled hungrily and stroked the huge prick a couple of times with her hands. The stallion grunted, ready to mount the female, wherever she was. Azarea reached under the stallion, grasping the stirrups on either side. Holding herself up so as not to drag her burned back on the ground, she fought off the pain in her hands as she bridged her back upward to try and align her pussy with its target. Looking down she saw everything positioned. There was a moment of concern at its size, after all she had been fucking nothing but humans since her arrival several months ago, but her concern was overridden by her hunger and need for healing. She thrust herself onto the stallion's prick, fully impaling herself in one movement. "Mmmmm, Aaaaahhh," she mumbled. The feeling of fullness was like nothing she had experienced in months. Her pussy rippled along its full length, already trying to coax a meal out of the cock it had been fed. The stallion, though confused by the obvious lack of a mare's presence, reacted like most males to such stimuli and simply stood there and enjoyed being pleasured. The unseen mare was deliciously wet and tight around him. Though he was not moving, the sensation was the same as if he was fucking her. The opportunity to breed drove him as much as the physical pleasure he was feeling. Minute after minute the she-demon's pussy squeezed and stroked and milked the cock inside her. The stallion was taking far longer to spend than any human male she had harvested. Her prior exertions now caught up with her, and her legs gave out, leaving half her body weight supported entirely by her cunt as it was speared by the stallion. The pain in her hands was a distraction, but she dared not let go lest her entire weight be thrust on her pussy. That, and letting go would drag her injured back on the straw below. The sudden weight on his cock made the stallion buck in response. Driving deeper into his invisible mare, his breathing increased as he sensed the nearness of breeding her. Azarea was lost in pleasure as the huge cock drove into her with the stallion's vigorous motion. Her pussy continued to suck and squeeze at the invader inside her. She was deliriously horny and desperate for release, but she dare not draw blood from the horse. She was not ready to deal with any who might come to investigate its cries. The she-demon felt the change in breathing as the stallion prepared to deposit his load into her hungry pussy. Relaxing her grip on his cock, she allowed his movement to stroke within her. Snorting and then breathing out heavily, the stallion bucked two more times and then started to come. Drinking as fast as she could, her hungry pussy milked the huge cock as it pulsed and pulsed, sending stream after stream of cum inside her. The horse whinnied slightly in release as she furiously worked to get as much out of him as she could. A minute later the stallion was done flooding her. Finished with mating the unseen mare, his prick was now very sensitive and he was trying to back off, but the mare kept stroking him. Still somewhat dazed and frustrated by her own lack of a climax, she did not note she was still trying to milk him until the stallion started to prance uncomfortably. With some effort she brought up her legs and pulled herself off the softening prick. It's length and girth made an audible sucking sound as she came free. Standing next to the horse, and still feeling a bit stunned, she stroked its sides and snout. The stallion was breathing heavily, but clearly sedate. Azarea felt how full she was, and she reveled in the feeling as the energy spread out from her core. A few words of power and her back and hands were healed, albeit with a few new scars. Her hunger sated, her body healed, she found she was still impossibly horny. As if in answer to her silent demonic prayer, a door at the far end of the stable opened and a lone man with a lamp came through. [2] “Hello,” he called. “Is there someone in here?” Azarea kept to the shadow of the stall and waited for him to approach. She did not want to use more magic if she did not need to. Tylar Limoge, keeper of Tylar's Tack and Boarding, entered the stables to find out what had spooked his favorite stallion, Billy, at this time of night. He had recognized the whinny and had at once left his wife in bed to investigate. Curious, though cautious, he approached the stall in the middle of the stable. As he approached he breathed in the unmistakable aroma of wet pussy. Tylar was surprised to feel his prick instantly harden in response. He shook his head. Must be some kids goofing off in here again. Just as he was about to enter the stall, a woman with white skin and huge tits stepped out into the pale light of the lamp. She was completely nude, and completely hairless aside from the four foot long black hair hanging from her head. Something about her eyes looked odd, and there was no way her tits were natural, but he could not help but stare, his mouth open. The appearance of her eyes had just started to elicit a fear response when she reached out and gently took the lamp from his hands. He let her take it. “Shhh,” she said, placing a finger on his lips. He licked them, tasted her pussy. His cock got harder. In the back of his mind he knew he should not cheat on his wife, but he seemed rooted to the spot. Azarea took the lamp from the dazed man and snuffed it out. Dropping it onto a pile of straw nearby, she took the man's hands and placed them on her tits, squeezing as she did so. Again, she had correctly read his interest. He kneaded her huge tits and she wrapped her arms around him. “I need something from you,” she said hoarsely. (no pun intended reader) Barely able to speak, Tylar said, “Whaaa.” She giggled, an evil tone to it had he been conscious of his surroundings. She reached down under his night clothes and withdrew his solid prick. Not big, not small, simply average, and perfectly up to sating her lust. She stroked him, squeezed him firmly. “This,” she said. Tylar groaned, and she lowered him to his back on the floor of the stable. She observed his face impassively as she lowered herself onto his cock. So pleased was she to have acquired the man without effort, she then held herself up on her hands and knees and allowed him to fuck her. In a haze of sexual delight, Tylar could not have stopped from fucking her had he tried. Reaching down he held on to her firm buttocks and drove himself into her, fucking her hard and fast with full strokes. Seeing that he was still staring fully at her tits, she positioned one nipple over his mouth. Taking her cue, he latched on greedily and began sucking. He was surprised, quite pleasantly, as sweet milk filled his mouth. She smiled as the nipple in his mouth drove his fucking faster and more furious. She fluttered her pussy around his cock and felt him swell in response. As he stroked her rapidly, she felt herself near to release. Leaning close to his ear she whispered, �Now come for me. Feed your seed to me and fill me up.” Tyler groaned around the nipple filling his mouth and drove himself into the oddly lovely white woman astride him. Suddenly the feeling was on him, he knew he was going to come inside this strange albino and pump her full. Straining with all his effort he tried to stave off shooting, but try as he might he was over stimulated. The gland inside him filled with fluid, the pressure became to great, and even as he strained his body defeated him, forcing his control to relax and allowing his cock to pump his seed into the willing pussy surrounding his flesh. Azarea felt the swelling of his cock, felt him try and hold back. Then she felt him throb and start to come. As she felt him begin to feed her, she softly nipped at his bare neck, just enough to get a taste of his blood. As the blood and semen mixed in her veins, she exploded in orgasm. All the pent up energy from feeding off the horse expended itself in a spectacular release. She could clearly feel each spurt of the man's cock, each pulse as he fed her. But in seconds, it was over. Breathing heavily, and feeling quite refreshed, Azarea lifted herself off the man, pausing to pat his his cheek. “I needed that.” Tylar nodded weakly, and watched as she walked out of the stable. He stood, refastened his clothes. As he closed Billy's open stall, the stallion snorted at him. He shook his head. “Fucked you too did she?” Billy snorted in apparent agreement. Laughing to himself, Tylar picked up his lamp, lit it, and headed back to bed. Perhaps a short stop to wash off the smell of sex. No need to tell his wife that some woman with crazy eyes and huge milky tits had just fucked him to within an inch of his life. And with any luck, she wouldn't notice the small bite mark on his neck. [3] Rhys and the dwarven duo of Lynda and Lemley arrived back in the enclave northeast of Om before the first bells woke the little village from its slumber. Rhys had only ducked through the doorless entryway before Jillian was upon him. “Where the hell have you been? I woke up hours ago and you were nowhere to be found.” Rhys grabbed her wrists. “There was some unfortunate business that I needed to attend to, and it was something I had to do.” Jillian yanked her wrists out of his grasp. “Really? So you took the dwarves with you? Have I learned nothing? Been through nothing in the last week?” Rhys sighed, realized he was not going to win the argument. Not only that, he knew he should not try to win the argument. “You are right, of course. I should have taken you along.” Jillian started to say something, but he grabbed her and covered her mouth with his own. She melted into the kiss instead of resisting him. They broke moments later, and shifted to a hug. “I did not want to risk you,” he said. “And there was a good deal of killing involved.” “Do I not need to be ready to face such things?” she asked in a whisper. “Yes,” he said, “But I would keep you from it whenever possible.” Fighting off his fatigue, he gathered the rest of the party, now numbering four plus the dwarven duo, and recounted the events of the previous night. “If we tell people what has been going on it will be very difficult to hire new blades,” Gylal said, “And if we don't, we will get a bunch of novices that will be nothing more than red-shirts,” said Lusan. “Red-shirts?” asked Lynda. “Never mind,” said Rhys. “If we want valuable replacements we have to tell them what we are up against.” “Don't tell my friends I said this,” said Lemley, “but I might know someone around here who would be interested.” Lynda elbowed him in the ribs. “Shush. There is no way we are bringing her along.” Intrigued, Rhys, Jillian and Gylal exchanged glances. “Do you know someone else we might ask Lemley?” Lynda rolled her eyes, then punched her husband and stormed away. Lemley leaned forward and said in a low voice, “There is a dark elf I know, good with a sword and able to hold her own.” “Ah, is it the 'her' part that bothers Lynda?” asked Gylal. Lemley shook his head. “Not really. It's just that it means an extra split of the loot. That and she is mighty good with a blade.” Rhys nodded. “And that's all?” Lemley looked confused. “Okay, maybe she is beautiful, in an elven kind of way.” The group looked at him. “And maybe she has really nice tits,” he looked abashedly at Jillian, “Sorry.” She nodded, smiling. “But she is amazing with a blade.” The group talked, now considering Lusan more than just a hired hand. All of them agreed that the dark elf, Cydonia, was a good addition. At the mention of her name, Lusan had asked, “Is she a knight?” When the rest looked at him curiously he let the matter drop. “There is one other thing,” Lusan asked. Rhys and Gylal motioned for him to continue. “What happened to that crazy bitch's sword?” Rhys grinned. “Given that it was designed and forged in the plane from which that thing came, I figured that it was somehow cursed.” “Cursed?” Asked Lemley, who had used the blade in combat. “Yes. But since you held it with a gloved hand and did not make contact with your skin, I figured you'd be safe.” “Did you think to ask me this before I took it up against her?” “Why worry you?” Lemley threw himself across the short distance, squarely hitting Rhys in the chest and sending them both rolling into the wall. Gylal calmly walked over and separated the two. “Now now, it appears no harm was done. Can we get back to the business at hand?” Lemley let his anger go in a very controlled manner, nodding and moving back to his original spot. Rhys dusted himself off. “I did not intend to put you into danger. I was certain you would not grab the sword bare handed.” “And if I had?” asked the male half of the dwarven duo. Rhys shrugged. “It was meant to be borne only by the demoness. The most likely outcome would have been that it would have been useless to you.” “And the best possible outcome?” Rhys smiled. “Not to worry. It cut her. That is what matters. No ordinary blade could have done that.” Lemley grinned, “Her hands did gush an awful nice crimson didn't they?” Rhys nodded, but Lemley frowned. “Next time, mage, tell me up front, lest I find the worst possible outcome.” "Of course,” Rhys said. They looked around at one another. Jillian spoke first. “So? Now what? Do we head for Zovoe and finish this?” Gylal and Lusan nodded, but Rhys shook his head. “Now, now we rest. Those that seek us are waiting for us. Best to let them wait a bit longer before we head into their lair. The time for that will come soon enough.” Next Chapter |