NSFW! Cuthbert and the Cleric Ch2: Succubus and the Sorceress NSFW!
 
Tags: Yuri/lesbian, succubus, double penetration/DP, threesome, bisexual, magic strap-on, pegging, anal, vaginal, rough sex, consensual domination, cum eating
Note: Ctrl+F ~s~ to skip right to the action (there's two)

I regret everything I have ever done that had led me to this moment. In fact, diving out the carriage door and living out my days as a wild man was starting to sound downright genius, but she probably would've just followed me.

We were three days through our four-day voyage to the trade city of Ightwood, and my partner would just not stop talking. Ziri, a cleric for the mysterious fertility goddess Freyja, was my only companion on the cramped carriage, and I had agreed to travel with her on the promise of adventure and so very, very much sex. If I had known how long her mouth could run about her goddess and the order, I might have reconsidered.

I tried to listen, I swear I did. Since Ziri had accidentally asked for Freyja's blessing and she answered by enchanting my asshole with an everlasting lube job, I apparently had the deity's attention and it would behoove me to learn about her.

What basic information I had been able to retain was Freyja's place as a minor goddess of companionship, fertility, and love. Her order was seemingly made entirely of women, but that was because the initiation process involves her clerics undergoing a transformation to become voluptuous, dreamlike women. Because that brings them physically closer to Freyja, or something, and they all get a magical phallus they can use as their very own dick. Freaked me the fuck out when Ziri surprised me with that, but I wasn't exactly in a position to complain now.

I had learned all I could the first day, but damn it all if the rapid-fire assault of the cleric's enthusiastic explanation didn't leave me drained and blankly staring out the window by day two.

"And so it was on the year 238 when the first Daughter of Freyja was officially ordained, a woman by the name of--hey, what's that?" My attention snapped out of the Astral Plane at Ziri's sudden change in mood, and I actually focused on the thick forest surrounding the carriage. There ahead on the road, barely visible beneath a bush, I could see a pair of boots and metal sabatons pointing to the sky. Ziri pounded on the wall of the carriage and shouted, "Driver, pull over! Let's see if anyone needs help, Cuthbert."

I sneered just a bit as the cart slowed to a stop. "Whoever it is they're clearly beyond our help, what's the point?" Despite my words I was already setting aside my pack to grab my bow and quiver, being contrarian was just an excuse to get a few words in.

"But it wouldn't be right," Ziri responded, and with the conversation clearly over we both stepped out into the open.

Now I've seen victims of adventuring in the past and expected to see an unfortunate highway man with his throat cut, but when we cleared the brush I hopped back with a very unmanly yelp. "What the shit happened to him!? He's nothing but a husk!" Indeed, inside the glinting and elegant armor little more than ashy skin pulled taught over bones remained. There was still enough definition to discern that the poor creature had once been an elf, but otherwise it looked like he had simply dried up.

Looking at the cleric, it seemed she was ready to dry up, too. All the blood had left her face, and Ziri was staring at the husk as if she were remembering a war crime. "Everything drained... and it's too bright out to be a vampire. That leaves... it can't be." She broke off through the undergrowth, and I was only barely able to keep up with her crashing strides. Only a few meters through the brush, we broke out into a clearing and I skidded to a stop with my mouth agape.

We had stepped onto a field where an outright massacre had had taken place. At least a dozen husks, all elves in the same gilded armor, lay about a toppled carriage, an ornate number of polished wood and ivory that must have been carrying someone important. No horses could be seen or even any sign of life, save for a horribly wet sucking sound from around the other side of the carriage. I swallowed the sudden taste of bile and hung close to Ziri as she crept up around the side of the carriage, her warhammer held ready and tight to to her breast. She stopped at the corner, and curiosity getting the best of me I peeked over her head...

~s~
To find two women furiously fucking. An elf with skin the color of rich chocolate was sitting back on her haunches and elbows, legs up in the air as another woman was slurping at her pussy load enough to cover the former's moans. I couldn't see much of the second woman, save for her milky rump happily swaying in the air, but they were clearly enjoying each other. After a moment the elf let out a wail as her body convulsed with pleasure, and the second woman surfaced for air to reveal an inky black waterfall of hair framing two dusty red horns that curled forward and up from her forehead. Surprisingly the horns didn't frighten me, rather they served to accentuate the sharp lines of her angular face as she grinned at the elf and licked the sex off her lips.

Still wimpering from the aftershocks, the elf yelped slightly when the horned woman leaned forward and wrapped an unnaturally long tongue around one nipple and began sucking on it, leaving the elf to helplessly grind her hips on nothing until the other slipped her middle two fingers into the chocolate slit. The elf moaned and her eyes rolled back, giving in completely to the rhythm of the horned woman as her body was prodded and played with like a living toy.

Stars above was it sexy, merely watching them put all previous horrors out of my mind and it almost hurt when Ziri wrenched me back around the carriage.

"Freyja help us, it's worse than I thought," the cleric moaned.

"Worse? That looks pretty awesome to me--"

"Cuthbert, no!" Ziri snapped, the barely-contained rage in her voice serving as a dose of cold water to clear my fogged mind. "That horned bitch is a succubus, and she's slowly killing that poor elf girl!" I blinked in astonishment and asked if she was sure. "Of course I'm sure, succubi are the worst enemy of Freyja. Using an act of love to suck the life energies out of a person... and this is a fully-grown one, too. I count twelve bodies she's sucked dry, and I'm too new to fight off a demon so powerful. But we might be able to at least save the elf; take a closer look at them."

I looked back around the carriage to find the two women had moved onto scissoring each other. The succubus' legs were wrapped around the other's waist and she had pulled the elf in close for a deep kiss while their bodies undulated, but beneath all the pleasure I finally noticed that the elf was looking a bit sickly. Underfed, even.

"The demon is toying with her last meal. Eating her slowly and forcing her to love every second of it. But look at how full her curves are, and how plump the breasts. That means the succubus is almost completely filled to capacity and will soon be satiated, but I fear that if we don't do something the elf still won't survive this."

I sighed and closed my eyes. "Don't tell me you want to give the succubus some of your energy to compensate." Enticing as the mental imagery of Ziri fucking the succubus was, the true implications were starting to finally hammer their way into my forethoughts.

The cleric bit her lower lip and gave me a long look. Normally that would've been incredibly cute, but now she just looked anxious. "Not quite... it has to be both of us, Cuthbert. Together. We should all survive without any lasting damage, then." I started to shake my head, but she cupped my cheek with a gloved hand. "Please, Cuthbert. We have to try to save the elf. Plus... you'll get to fuck a demon and live to tell about it. No other chance to do that."

I put on some small show of resistance, but my member was already growing and my mind fogging at the mere image. Quietly we laid down our weapons and removed our clothing, and Ziri inserted her strap-on for added effect. Both of us fully erect and ready, I took the cleric's hand and we walked out into the open.

The succubus was already looking our direction as we came into view, her eyes a piercing red with slits for pupils. "Finally decided to join the fun, have you?" the succubus asked. Her voice was like silk in a cavern, with an otherworldly echo to it that reverberated in my skull and made everything hazy. "Come, whores of Freyja. Show me what your goddess has taught you." She pushed off the elf, who looked at me with equal parts pleading and intoxication in her half-lidded eyes, and the succubus ran a hand over her own curves as an invitation.

Ziri went to the elf and began changing a healing prayer while I walked to the front of the succubus. The demon's eyes were quite terrifying this close, but when her milky fingers curled around my organ a sensation of pure electricity shot through my body. I suddenly ached to have this goddess made flesh touch every part of my body, and I would have gladly committed any sort of treason if it meant pleasing her. She kneeled down and that long, sharp, beautiful tongue snaked all the way around my glans and began to writhe about it, the hot and slick sensation feeling better than any handjob I had ever received. She grinned when a moan escaped my lips, showing fangs I would have gladly allowed to sink into my flesh, and she continued to tease me for what felt like an eternity. The succubus never did more than slowly stroke my cock with her tongue, only stopping to lick up any precum I leaked, and the whole while her gaze stayed locked onto my soul.

When it finally felt like I was going to be allowed release, her tongue unrapped from around me and a gentle push caused my legs to buckle. When had all strength left me like this? Thankfully the succubus didn't need my strength, as she climbed atop me and with one hand guided my throbbing prick into her sex. The lips were so hot I felt they might scald me, but that was nothing compared to her internal heat as I slid inside her; it was like dipping my dick into hot oil, the sensation so intense that it made every nerve ending in my body fire in unison as I immediately came.

Some small part of me noticed the semen leaking down my shaft get sucked back up, as if the succubus' pussy was drinking me up, but all I could focus on was the woman's ethereal beauty. As the succubus moaned with pleasure I felt true happiness--not for the orgasm rocking my body, but because I could bring some small degree of satisfaction to this magnificent being. I could spend a lifetime looking only at her, and when she started to slowly ride my dick the succubus seemed to suck in all the light around her until she was truly all I could see. Maybe it was magic or maybe it was my consciousness starting to fade, but whatever it was I loved her for it...

With a blinding flash of clarity, the cleric stepped into my field of view literally glowing to wash away the darkness. Ziri looked more powerful than I had ever seen her, muscles showing even through her curvaceous layer of fat, and her brilliance cleared my mind's fog to remind me what this succubus was and what she was doing to me. We were giving this succubus some of our life energies to save the elf, and the cleric played her part by bending the succubus forward and unapologetically pushing her cock into the demon's ass.

"Oh, yes! Don't hold back, dear Daughter of Freyja!" the succubus shouted, clearly relishing on having both of her holes filled. From my place on the ground, I could only watch as Ziri hammered into the demon, each thrust pressing into my own cock through the inner wall. It felt amazing, and as I tried my best to match her rhythm the succubus started to get lost in her own pleasure and moan with an utterly demonic growl.

The cleric's presence having returned some of my strength, I stood up and together we held the succubus aloft between us, legs held wide as we fucked her pussy and ass. For good measure I leaned over and started kissing Ziri while we fucked the demon, her warm lips filling me with selfless joy that beat back the monster-induced desire for servitude. I don't know if it was Freyja's protection acting through the cleric or what, but it allowed me to maintain a clear mind and merely enjoy the sensation of the demon's supernaturally warm sex.

We kept kissing as we both came again, and after two life-draining orgasms I could give no more and collapsed to the ground. I found myself laying beside the unconscious elf and Ziri fell on the other side of her, panting heavily and clearly feeling just as weak as I was. As if waking from a good nap the succubus stood over us and stretched, a flowing white cloak appearing out of nowhere to drape over her bare shoulders, and it suddenly occurred to me that there was no way for us to fight this demon off if she felt like simply slitting our throats. Instead she grinned at us and mewed, "It's so rare to see a cleric willingly give herself to me. I can't wait to see you all at full strength again, my dears. 'Til then, enjoy this parting gift."

The succubus casually waved a hand in our direction, sending a wave of magic over us. All three of our bodies were gripped in arcs of electricity; where before the demonic magic had heightened my sense of pleasure, this was more akin to a hot poker jabbing my nerves and forcing me into a dry orgasm. Hurt like a bitch and my body didn't stop convulsing until I just gave up and passed out.

...

I wasn't entirely sure how long I had been unconscious, but the high sun said it must've been at least two hours. I was dressed back in my tunic, the succubus was gone, and instead two figures were standing in front of a bonfire. I walked up to stand next to Ziri and the elf, and there I realized the two had collected the bodies of every fallen elf guard and placed them in a giant funeral pyre. The elf was saying a prayer in her flowing native tongue as the cleric stood in revered silence, and not wanting to be rude I did the same.

Actually, this presented the first actual chance I had to give the elf woman a solid look. Skin of vibrant ebony and hair a full-bodied ponytail of black ropes adorned with turquoise baubles, the elf had a slightly angular face and piercing hazel eyes flecked with gold that sparkled in the dancing flame. She was dressed in the tattered remains of what must have once been and exquisite blue and green silk dress that showed off more skin than it hid, and still managed to stand proud and proper despite it all. Tall, slim, and athletic, the elf was effectively the opposite of the buxom Ziri in every practical way. And she was openly crying as she prayed for her fallen comrades.

With a nod, the elf finished her prayer and wiped her face dry before turning to the cleric. "Thank you for your aid and blessings, Cleric Ziri. Oh, hello," she added, upon seeing I had joined them. "Thank you, too. Ziri explained that the succubus--calls herself Yoellael--would've surely killed me had you two not stepped in." She curtsied, or at least did a passing job in her shredded dress. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Inyelw'n, sixth duchess for the royal court of Eiriadhuld, and I am in your debt."

Shit, she really was royalty. I responded with what was surely the stiffest bow she had ever seen and mumbled, "And I am Cuthbert. Uh, fighter." Inyelw'n smirked ever so slightly at me, surely finding humor in my blasé occupation, but I reminded myself that people cut from such expensive cloth generally didn't keep company such as us. Besides, surely returning her to her kingdom would net me a very, very handsome reward.

"And what's your next step, Ms. Inyelw'n?" Ziri asked, placing a reassuring hand on the duchess' shoulder. "Is there anything else we can do for you?"

Inyelw'n gave one last look at the funeral pyre before turning her back on it and facing us. "Well, I am clearly now in need of a new entourage. I cannot promise any payment upfront, save what we can salvage from the carriage, but once we reach the port city I can assure you will receive compensation well beyond your efforts from my diplomats. From there we may do well to go our separate ways, for I fully intend to gather every Eiriandhuld knight and sellsword I can manage, return to this forsaken forest, hunt down that decrepit best, and send her back to the Abyss from whence she came!" The elf's speech had steadily grown in intensity, ending in a shrill scream as the flames behind her leapt up an additional hundred feet in the air.

The duchess may not have noticed what she had done, but Ziri and I certainly had.

Naturally, the coach that had brought us this far hadn't been willing to wait or merely assumed we had been killed off, and after I was done cursing him for taking my pack we assessed our situation. The small army of elven guards had left behind enough rations that starvation was at least not an issue, and I was skinny enough to take some spare clothes while Inyelw'n changed into a new dress, but there was no replacing the cleric's collection of herbs and oils. Ziri remained optimistic, saying that buying replacements in any big city wouldn't be an issue, but I still felt bad for her. Inyelw'n directed us to pack up anything that was small and valuable--I couldn't help but note that Ziri and I each ended up carrying significantly more than her--and without wasting any time we set off for Ightwood.

During the walk I quickly took a liking to Inyelw'n, if only because she gave Ziri someone else to tell the complete history of Freyja. And somehow, she was managing to keep pace with the cleric.

"Now I understand that becoming an ordained cleric involves the body transformation, but why does a goddess of fertility let you control how fertile you are? And why does every cleric have an artificial member?"

Ziri was only too happy to answer, and in her excitement the tumble of explanations steadily grew to a torrential pace. "Well you see, Freyja isn't just a fertility goddess. As a Life Domain cleric, my job is to spread companionship and healing, and Freyja understands that parents are less likely to become adventurers so she lets us prevent any pregnancies from happening before we're ready. That goes for those close to me, too. But trust me that, should I ever retire from being a cleric and Freyja was pleased with my services she'll certainly reward me with as big a family as I can handle! But the transformation itself... well, both that and the strap-on are to bring us closer to Freyja; I was a skinny lil' thing before I joined the order, and Freyja is a unique goddess in that she has both sown and reared many children. Certainly weird feeling the sensations a man does when I wear it, but I've grown to like it. And I know someone who REALLY likes it!"

I grunted as Ziri threw an arm around my shoulders, the cleric beaming at me while Inyelw'n quietly chuckled. I just stared downward and tried to control my blushing, leaving me too distracted to notice the ambush.

With a crashing of leaves and loud growls, two fully grown bugbears armed with spears leapt out of the bushes to surround us. Inyelw'n instantly lost her composure and scrambled to the back with a yelp, leaving Ziri and myself to fend off the monsters. I was quickest, whipping out my bow and letting off an arrow that struck a bugbear on  the shoulder and merely managed to draw its ire. The cleric held her warhammer close to her chest and began chanting a prayer, and when the beast swung at me I found it surprisingly easy to dodge. The warm sensation filling me meant that Ziri's blessing must be working, and I shot the bugbear again square in the chest.

The thrill of not immediately getting stabbed in combat was a new rush for me, but a shriek brought that enjoyment crashing down. We had lost track of the other bugbear, who had backed Inyelw'n up against a tree and was ready to run her through. "No, get away!" she screamed. "I will not die here to some beast! Not after everything! Get away! I said FUCK OFF!"

The bugbear had raised its arms to strike, but was blown back in a torrent of ice and snow that shot out of the elf's outstretched hands. The newly-frosted bugbear let out an oath in its native tongue, scampering off for its life with its partner right behind. I let out a whoop of victory and ran up to Inyelw'n to congratulate her, but rather than celebrating I realized she was staring in horror at the ice chips still clinging to her fingertips and pleading quietly to herself.

"How... how did I do that?"

...

"Now you're absolutely sure no one else in your family has ever been a natural-born spellcaster?" I had returned with firewood to tonight's campsite, and could hear Ziri was still drilling Inyelw'n for her entire magical history.

"No, no one! Closest was a distant cousin that cut all family ties and became a wandering bard, but that's it!" The poor elf was looking increasingly distraught as the evening had stretched on and we hadn't been able to figure out why she had suddenly started commanding the forces of magic.

"Okay, that's okay," Ziri said, trying to placate Inyelw'n. "It's not unheard of for people to spontaneously get magic, but... that's usually only found in children, and the timing is really suspect. It's possible that when the succubus cast that spell on us, it was only to incapacitate Cuthbert and myself while she did something far worse to you."

Inyelw'n's eyes grew to the size of saucers as the implication set in. "You mean, she seeded me with some black magic?" She stood up and began to pace, fingers raking through her hair. "No, no, this cannot be. Imbued with the same horrors that killed my disciples, my family would never let me back in. I would be seen as a whore for the demons. Exiled, even burned at the stake for treason. I can't go back home! Why would the succubus do this to me, Ziri? What is wrong with that bitch!?" Inyelw'n was shouting now, the final word of her rant punctuated with a shower of sparks shooting out of her mouth. The elf clapped a hand over her lips and scrunched up her face, trying to fight back any more outbursts.

I was the one to console Inyelw'n, taking her by the shoulders and gently sitting her back down onto the log that made our bench. "Hey now, you're alright. You're alive, that's what matters, and... uh, I'm sure Ziri's order knows some ritual to get the demon magics out of you, okay?" It seemed to calm Inyelw'n down a tad, or at least keep her from getting worse until Ziri sat down on the other side of her with a thin strip of leather in her hands.

"Cuthbert's right, I don't know much about demonic exorcisms but I'm sure my sisters do. And for the time being, this might help." Ziri presented the leather strip, revealing that it was actually a sort of collar. About an inch wide, the leather was a simple black but appeared very soft and had a thin chain running from a hoop attached at the front. "These collars are used by my order to restrain demons. This one's just a training collar and wouldn't work at all against an actual succubus, but I'm thinking it would at least dampen the effect her curse is having on you."

Inyelw'n gave the strip a look of barely-concealed displeasure, but allowed the cleric to fasten it around her neck. The instant it clasped shut she groaned slightly and put a hand to her forehead, saying, "Oh wow, it's definitely doing something. I can feel my thoughts clearing, I did not even realize this anger had been clouding me so." Inyelw'n stood, stretched, and held her hand out, palm up. She concentrated on it for a solid minute, but eventually I could see electricity arcing between her fingers. They were small, but undeniably there, and Inyelw'n let her hand drop limp with a satisfied sigh. "Go figure, it feels like my magical 'center' is in my loins. Maybe now that I have some control I can actually use the demon's curse to do some good. 'Til then, goodnight Ziri and Cuthbert." Without another word she yawned, curled up on her bed roll, and promptly fell asleep.

I stayed up for a while longer, prodding the campfire to life while Ziri circled the perimeter for an initial check. She sat down on the log next to me with an exhausted huff, and I gave her a gentle nudge. "So what do you think about our new mage?"

Ziri rubbed tired eyes and gave the snoring woman a long look. "I don't know. I've heard of people making pacts with demons, but never of a demon forcing their magic on someone. So it makes sense to assume that Inyelw'n sold out her knights for power, but that's not the impression I get."

"Mhm. Plus, I've seen warlocks and Inyelw'n ain't one. The way she controls magic is more like a sorceress, with the sheer willpower. Guess we'll just have to keep an eye out until we get to town, but I'm hopeful." Ziri only hummed in response, but scooted a bit closer and laid her head on my shoulder.

We watched the fire in silence for a time, but when I could sense her growing heavy I jostled Ziri back awake. "Hey, you lay down and get some rest, I'll take first watch." The cleric's protests were half-hearted at best, and when she finally did go to sleep I stretched to make my first of many security checks.

...

"Curse these arcane secrets!" Inyelw'n cursed for the fifth time today. We were almost to the city, and the elf had spent the long day's walk trying to attain a better hold on her new spellcasting. So far she had managed to cast a number of small tricks with Prestidigitation--and set my pack on fire once--but nothing of real effectiveness and it was starting to eat at the budding sorceress. The normally prim and proper duchess had slowly been reduced to a growling madwoman, and her mood was putting me on edge.

"Inye, can you give it a rest?" I finally snapped at her. "You're just beating your head into a wall at this point."

Inyelw'n grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around so my back was to a large tree, forcing me to face her from a breath away. "Listen, you simpering fool. I was cursed by a demonic whore, not you. I've been left unable to go home again, not tou. I've had everyone under my care sucked dry like a wine sack, not you. The very least I can do is learn how to control this curse so I can turn it around on the succubus, and you won't stop me!"

~s~
During her tirade Inyelw'n had walked forward until she was pressed right up against me. Now I'm a tall guy, but being an elf Inyelw'n was actually just slightly above my eye level, so having her look down upon me was just an additional insult. I was geared up for a rebuttal, but the words died on my lips when I realized just how incredibly hot Inyelw'n's body was. In both senses of the word, I could feel heat radiating off her breasts as they heaved against my chest and I wanted nothing more than to tear her blouse open.

She must have noticed me growing hard, because her pelvis started to grind on mine and she let out a tiny moan in my ear. The rational part of my brain was screaming that I should be worried about these mood swings, but the rest of me didn't care when she pushed me behind the bushes and practically pounced on me. Inyelw'n wasted no time with foreplay, opting instead to make me lay down, tear my pants open, lift up her dress, and guide me right into her sex.

The woman was so wet she was practically dripping, and once she had slid down to my hilt she leaned forward and begged me with shaking breath, "Make it hurt, Cuthbert. Please."

"I... huh?" Certainly not something I've ever been asked, so it caught me off guard.

"I said FUCKING SLAP ME!" I obeyed her as if compelled, slapping Inyelw'n across the cheek with what I hoped wasn't too much force. It wasn't, for the elf's eyes immediately rolled back in her head and her legs quivered in a full-body orgasm. Just from a slap? While Inyelw'n was distracted by her convulsions, I took the opportunity to rip open the front of her clothes and let everything fall to the side, exposing perky breasts and glistening chocolate skin.

All she was wearing now was the collar with the chain dangling in my face, and struck with inspiration I took the thin chain and yanked it backwards. Inyelw'n gasped for air as her body was forced to arch backwards, but I saw a huge smile spread across her face and she began to grind my dick in earnest. "Oh yes! Choke me, slap me, fucking use me!" she shouted, or what passed for shouting between shortened breaths.

Now getting into the rougher mood, I flipped Inyelw'n over so she was on her hands and knees and I was standing behind her. Leaning deep over her rump, I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her face down towards the leaves. "If you're going to act like a bitch, then I'm going to fuck you like one." I rammed my prick into her and started pounding with full force, leaving Inyelw'n to helplessly squirm from her prone position.

I was a little worried that hammering her while pinned like this might be hurting Inyelw'n, but then she actually started laughing. "Yes, yes, more! I've been such a bitch to you, show me how much you hate it!" I leaned back and yanked on the chain again, cutting off her air supply and forcing her head to snap back. Inyelw'n could still breathe, but just barely, and every shallow breath was used to beg for more.

I could feel myself nearing climax when a voice suddenly said, "You better not be finishing up already." It was Ziri, standing off to one side, fully nude with one hand massaging her hourglass figure while another stroked her magical shaft. 

"Please, Ziri... I need more... fill me up," Inyelw'n choked out, and with a grin the cleric sauntered over to us. She playfully slapped her cock against Inyelw'n's cheek a few times, eliciting a pained whine from her. "No, please... don't tease me... facefuck me, Ziri!" The other responded by grabbing a fistful of dreadlocks and forcing her full length down Inyelw'n's throat, showing no mercy as she pounded the elf's face.

Not wanting the helpless woman to pass out, I slackened the chain and used my hands to slap her ass, pinch her nipples, anything my fumbling mind could think of to increase the painful pleasure. Eventually I could restrain myself no more an I dumped a full load inside Inyelw'n's pussy, sending her into another round of convulsions as she came with me.

I stood up and tried to steady my spinning head, while Inyelw'n slumped onto a boulder to catch her breath. Her face was slick with tears and spittle but she split a wide smile at me before leaning back, chest heaving wonderfully, legs open to show my seed starting to leak out of her slit.

I merely grinned, happily enjoying the view, when Ziri suddenly appeared behind me. "Oh, you're not quite done yet. You finished too early, darling," she said, giving the back of my neck a kiss that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel her erection pressed up against my buttocks, and before I could say anything Ziri bent me forward and pushed inside me.

Getting stretched out by Ziri's thick meat without any foreplay fucking hurt, but my enchanted lube job must've still been going strong because she slid all the way in without any problem. Beneath all the pain it still felt amazing, and when she pressed up against my prostate my spent dick sprang back up to full attention. "Oh my, he really does like it..." Inyelw'n quietly said, and I looked up to see her starting at me in amazement, one hand absentmindedly rubbing her swollen clit.

"Our man more than likes it!" Ziri laughed. "Look how sensitive it makes him!" The cleric began toying with me, rubbing one of my nipples between thumb and forefinger while she tugged at my organ. The different sensations running all over my body felt so good that I instinctively pressed back against Ziri's curves, splayed out like some cheap whore while she humped me. Pressing into me deep, Ziri forced me to take a step forward and I could do nothing but moan and comply, marching forward until I was standing right in front of Inyelw'n.

"Now look at the mess you made! Clean it up, sweetie," Ziri said, grabbing onto my hair and forcing my head between Inyelw'n's chocolate thighs. The elf spread her legs for me, but clamped down around my head when I gave her clit a tentative lick. She must've liked it, so I kept a steady pace until Inyelw'n pushed my head further down and buried me in her sopping pussy.

Begrudgingly, I started to eat my own cum out of her, and although it still tasted bad Inyelw'n's own sex juice was quite sweet and I just focused on that. I lapped up every drop I could reach, Inyelw'n's hand on my head a constant pressure to make me go deeper and deeper with my tongue.

With her pelvis pressed up against my face and her lithe thigh muscles squeezing down on my ears, I couldn't see or hear much of anything and my body seemed to become even more sensitive to compensate: I could taste and smell every aspect of Inyelw'n's sweet juices mixed with my bitter cum, I could feel every vein of Ziri's cock as it pumped into me, and arcs of electricity shot all over my body as two sets of hands gripped, prodded, stroked, and handled me every which way they wanted to.

No point in fighting it--this was fucking great.

Both women must've been enjoying themselves just as much, as it wasn't long before Ziri's strokes became slower and deeper, and Inyelw'n's grip on my head became even tighter. The cleric came first, my ass filling with the hot semen right before the elf's body convulsed and squirted, and I was suddenly swallowing whole mouthfuls of her sweet cum. Getting filled from both ends was surprisingly erotic, enough so that with a strained moan and a leg-shaking orgasm I spilled my own seed all over the grass below me.

All three of us now thoroughly spent, we collapsed into a sweaty tangle on the grass and just panted for a while. Inyelw'n was the first one to catch her breath, saying, "Oh my god, that was amazing. I haven't been fucked like that in years."

"Yeah, I gotta say no one has ever asked me to make it hurt," I responded, huffing a laugh. "Getting choked and slapped like that really feels good?"

She explained how, "It's more of the domination aspect, really. Being a duchess, even one down the line, is fucking stressful, so every now and then I just need to... relinquish control to someone you trust. The pain just enhances the pleasure." Inyelw'n wiggled up until she was laying on my chest with one arm draped over my waist before continuing, "Also, when fucking me doggy style, feel free to really dig your fingers into my waist. Leaving little finger bruises is a good thing."

"Uh, alright."

Ziri giggled, causing my head on her stomach to bounce a bit. "Oh hon, there's so much for you to learn. Don't worry, you'll get there." She stroked my hair for a moment and said, "So Inyelw'n, you feeling any better?"

"Much better, thank you. I guess the curse still affects me, it just builds up in a different way now. Speaking of..." Inyelw'n held up a slender hand, focused for a moment, and snapped her fingers. A glowing orb the size of an apple appeared, orbiting above her hand, and with a swish flew into a nearby tree with a satisfying thunk. "And that's Magic Missile. Wonderful."

"Yay Inyelw'n! We'll make a sorceress out of you yet," Ziri said, sitting up to give the elf a quick kiss to seal the congratulation. Then she stood and announced, "Alright team, we can still make town by sundown if we hurry. And I want a proper bath, so if we don't make it then you two are going to regret it. Now let's go!"


-To be continued-