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by Sarah Hawke

“I, uh, well it’s hard to—”

  “You don’t need to explain,” she insisted. “I’ve always found amazon culture quite interesting. My husband does too, of course, as I’m sure you could tell by the way he was eyeing your friend.”

  I chuckled anxiously. “Kaseya is one of a kind.”

  “And completely loyal to you. Not many women would have risked doing what she did beneath the table earlier.”

  Somehow, I managed not to trip mid-stride. But I did stumble, and Telanya brought us to a halt and laughed.

  “Elves have excellent vision, Mister Farr,” she said, running a finger along the tips of her ears. “And we have even better hearing.”

  I really thought I was going to suffocate. My throat closed off, my breath rattled in my lungs, and the embarrassed heat in my cheeks was so unbearable I was tempted to smash through the nearest door and dive out the window.

  “It’s rare enough for an amazon to pledge herself to an outsider,” Telanya went on, placing her hand on my chest. “But somehow you’ve also earned the loyalty of that beautiful Senosi Huntress. You must truly be a remarkable man, Mister Farr.” She inched close enough that I could feel the warmth of her breath. “May I call you Jorem?”

  “Of course,” I squeaked, trying and failing to keep my eyes off her cleavage. My cock was so hard it was going to spear her in the belly if she encroached any closer.

  “With two gorgeous, deadly women at your side, it’s a miracle you get anything done,” she went on. “You must be quite…skilled…for them to fawn over you so readily.”

  My throat was so parched I wasn’t sure if I could speak even I’d had something to say. I kept resisting the urge to glance over my shoulder—I couldn’t help but imagine the Archmage lurking in the shadows, just waiting for chance to polymorph me into a mouse.

  “One of my friends in Nelu’Thalas had a saying,” Telanya went on. “Wizardry is like wearing a condom: it’s safe and practical and it gets the job done. Sorcery is like going bareback—it’s dangerous and stupid, but it’s a whole lot more fun.”

  “That’s….” I rasped, “That’s pretty good. You’ll forgive me for saying so, but it’s also not the kind of thing I’d expect to hear from the Headmistress of the Highwind Academy.”

  “Let’s just say that she’s a lot more fun in private than in public,” Telanya told me, her lips curling into a seductive smile that almost made my cock burst on the spot. She leaned forward another inch, and her eyes brightened when my erection pushed against her belly. “It looks like your lady friends didn’t quite finish the job…”

  Our lips touched, and our tongues were swirling together before I had a chance to stop and think about what I was doing. Not that it would have mattered—I had a handful of virtues, but patience, restraint, and basic good sense had never been among them. My hands settled on her hips while hers locked around my neck, and I was tempted to slam her up against the wall and fuck her tight little elven cunt as quickly as possible just in case my brain tried to reassert control…

  Kaseya can feel all of this, you idiot, and she’s standing right next to this woman’s husband. How do you think he’s going to react?

  The warning was almost enough to make me stop, but Telanya was actually the one who pulled away. She hungrily licked at her lips, and her knees wobbled like she was about to sink down in front of me and devour my cock. But then she abruptly came to her senses and gestured towards the door at the end of the corridor.

  “Come,” she beckoned. “I have something else I need to show you.”

  As usual, I was able to recognize how a smart man would have taken this opportunity to get the hell out of here before he made a tremendous mistake. And also as usual, I ignored the warnings and pressed on.

  Telanya placed her hand against the metal door, and the crystalline focus dangling between her perfect breasts began to glow softly. It was only then that I belatedly realized the door didn’t have a visible handle. When I concentrated, I could feel dormant clusters of Aetheric energy stored within a series of invisible glyphs. Such locks were difficult to break and even more difficult to create, and I wondered what she might be hiding on the other side.

  A moment later, I had my answer.

  “Please, step into my office,” Telanya said.

  My breath caught in my throat, and my cock nearly burst out of my trousers. Her “office” looked like it had been stolen straight out of a brothel…or a dungeon. Every shelf on every wall was filled with “toys” ranging from manacles to phalluses to bizarre tools I didn’t even recognize. There was a wooden pillory on my left and an open cage on my right, but the crown jewel was the cushiony divan at the center that seemed more like a torture rack than a bed.

  “Every instructor needs a place to discipline her students,” Telanya said, sealing the door behind me. “But then again, I suppose you never actually went to school, did you?”

  “No, but I suddenly wish I had,” I croaked.

  She chuckled and pressed back up against me. “Wizards aren’t all bad, you see? And even sorcerers can learn to channel the Aether more effectively. Everyone can always stand to learn a bit more…control .”

  Her knee pressed into my crotch as she pinned me against the wall. Just before she could clamp her lips over mine again, I had a momentary flash of sanity and held her in place.

  “Your husband…”

  “Is a wise and compassionate man,” Telanya said. “Unfortunately, his body has begun to betray him. He knows he cannot meet all of his wife’s needs, but thankfully he takes great pleasure in watching me play with my students…and a few select guests.”

  I glanced up to the tiny blue crystals mounted upon the walls every few feet. They were scrying stones—a properly attuned channeler could peer through them and watch whatever was happening on the other side. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they could record what they saw as well.

  Like Val always says, rich people are inevitably hiding one depravity or another. Apparently the Archmage of Highwind gets off on being a cuckold. Who knew?

  Telanya kissed me again. Her right hand plunged inside my trousers and freed my aching, throbbing member, and this time I was certain she was going to sink to her knees and see just how deep she could take me. But after idly stroking me a few times, she pulled back just far enough that she could glance down and watch her long fingers work.

  “Such a marvelous stem,” she cooed in approval. “It’s no wonder your lady friends wish to fight over it.”

  My thoughts shifted to the girls, and when I focused on the ring I could feel Kaseya’s arousal echoing my own. She didn’t seem embarrassed, thankfully, which hopefully meant she wasn’t keeling over right in front of the Archmage…

  “My husband has always fantasized about men overpowering me,” Telanya whispered into my ear. “Barbarians from beyond the White Ridge, orcs from within the Peaks, even gnolls from the heart of the Duskwood. He likes to imagine them pinning me down and having their way with me, one stiff, monstrous cock after another…”

  She chuckled softly as she nibbled at my ear. “But as a sorcerer, you’re more powerful than any of them, aren’t you? The Aether is in your blood. You can take whatever you want…you can take whoever you want.”

  Telanya abruptly backed away. Her seductive smile turned sadistic as she pulled a pin from her tightly-wound hair and let her long golden locks spill across her shoulders and down her back. “I know you want me, Jorem. Every man in this city does. I can feel their eyes on my body; I can feel their lust shuddering through their loins. They think about me when they fuck their wives and stroke their cocks.” She lifted her hands, and a surge of etheric energy crackled between her fingertips. “But none of them are strong enough to have me. Are you?”

  Swallowing heavily, I rushed towards her. My plan was simple: I was going to tackle her onto the bed, tear open her dress, and pound her little elven cunt so hard everyone in the estate would be able to hear her screams. But I only made it two steps b
efore a wave of invisible force smashed into my chest and pinned me against the wall.

  “Uh-uh,” she clucked, wagging her finger admonishingly. “I’m not that easy, Jorem. You have to prove your worth. Show me what you can do. Show me how much power you can muster!”

  Considering all the other insane shit that happened to me on a regular basis—like being magically bound to a sexy amazon warrior or falling in love with a cum-craving quasi-vampire huntress—I probably should have found the bizarre rape fetishes of a cuckolding elf socialite rather pedestrian. The feral glint in Telanya’s eyes was genuinely disturbing, however, and for a moment I was legitimately concerned for my own safety.

  But then the moment passed, and all I could think about was my raging erection and how desperate I was to stuff it inside this woman’s cunt. If that meant I needed to fight her first…well, so be it. I’d done crazier things for a good fuck.

  Gritting my teeth, I reached out to the Aether and let its power wash over me. I knew I needed to be careful and not overchannel, lest I burn myself out and give her husband’s impotence a run for its gold, but I also knew that she was the Headmistress of the Highwind Academy and a powerful wizard in her own right. I wasn’t going to force her knees apart with a basic spell.

  I summoned enough power to push back against her telekinetic grip, and the room actually started to rumble as we fought. The insane glimmer in her eyes only grew more intense, and I started to wonder if she would be just as happy to see me splatter against the wall as fuck her. She really was one messed up, crazy bitch.

  And yet I had never wanted to sign up for classes more than I did right now.

  With a groan of exertion, I summoned the full fury of the Aether’s power and unleashed my own wave of force. For a few seconds she held her ground, and I started to wonder if I would have to overchannel to beat her…but then she abruptly flew backwards and crashed down upon the bed.

  I didn’t give her a chance to recover. Dashing forward, I lunged atop her, wedged myself between her slender legs, and clamped my hands around her throat. I couldn’t tell for certain, but I was reasonably sure she climaxed right then and there.

  “Take me,” Telanya said. “Conquer me!”

  My cock was so hard I was fairly certain I could have stabbed straight through her dress, but instead I ripped the fabric straight down the seams from her cleavage to her skirt. A part of me cringed at the thought of destroying a dress that probably cost more coins than I had seen in a year, but she didn’t seem to mind—she cried out in joy when I got my first look at the perfect body hidden beneath.

  I nudged the throbbing tip of my member against her bald quim, marveling at the smoothness of her skin. And when I thrust inside, I officially confirmed that all the rumors about elf cunts were true. I had to ease my cock inside swollen inch by swollen inch, and once I’d finally buried myself to the hilt I just wanted to close my eyes and relish her tight, sweltering grip as long as I could.

  Telanya had other plans. The instant I relaxed, she started writhing beneath me as if she wanted to escape despite the unmistakable lust in her eyes. “You’ll never take me that easily, monster!”

  She wants to give her husband a show. Escar’s mercy, these people are really fucked up…

  I wasn’t a muscle-bound brute by any stretch of the imagination, but I probably had at least fifty or sixty pounds on her. Keeping her pinned was trivial, but I knew she wanted more. And so I happily gave it to her.

  Shifting my hands back to her throat, I squeezed in unison with my thrusts. Her whimpers became even more delighted despite her feeble protestations, and at one point she actually grabbed my wrists and encouraged me to choke her more forcefully.

  If Val and Kaseya hadn’t drained me earlier, I probably would have exploded the instant I slipped into Telanya’s quim. But even now I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. This woman might have been batshit crazy, but her beauty was undeniable. I wasn’t sure that I had ever wanted to pull out and paint my partner’s smiling face more than I did right now.

  “You’re mine!” I said. “Take it all!”

  Just when I started to pull back, her ankles locked around my waist and her hands clawed at my back. “Inside,” she begged. “He always wants it inside.”

  It was already too late to argue. I cried out in release as I flooded her elf cunt, and through my ring I felt Kaseya collapsed to her knees as the echo of my climax shudder through her. By the time my stem wilted a stream of my seed was already trickling out of Telanya’s quim. I tried to pull away and lean over, but the elf held me firmly in place.

  “You may have won the first battle, Mister Far,” she said into my ear, “but the night is still young…and the war has only just begun.”

  3

  I had no idea how late it was when Telanya’s servants escorted me to my room, but it felt like a week could have passed between now and dinner. The fact that Kaseya and Valuri were both still awake confirmed that I had only been gone a few hours, and the latter’s scowl informed me that they hadn’t found the evening nearly as entertaining as I had.

  “I would ask what happened to you, but thanks to little miss mindlink here I have a pretty good idea,” Valuri grumbled. “She was practically writhing on the floor a few minutes ago.”

  “Yeah…sorry about that,” I murmured. “Telanya wanted to, uh, discuss the details of our arrangement.”

  Valuri rolled her eyes. “Unbelievable. Is it even possible for you to meet a woman without fucking her?”

  “Not in this city, apparently.”

  She crossed her arms and shook her head. “Well, while you were off pounding his wife, the Archmage gave us a little tour. I don’t think his hands left our hips the whole time, other than a few short trips to grab our asses.”

  “Gods, I’m sorry,” I said, rubbing a hand across my face. “I shouldn’t have left him alone with you.”

  “We can take care of ourselves,” Valuri said. “The important question is whether or not you learned anything while her legs were wrapped around your waist.”

  “I learned that she’s a screamer. And that she likes being choked.”

  “How useful,” Valuri muttered. “Besides, I could have told you that just by looking at her. She dresses like a cunt, she acts like a cunt…women like that always like being treated like a cunt, too.”

  “What does this have to do with anything?” Kaseya asked.

  “Nothing,” I replied apologetically. She had every right to be annoyed. “Anyway, I gleaned a few interesting details.”

  I glanced around the room in search of any more scrying stones, but I didn’t see any. Valuri waved her hand dismissively.

  “I already checked—this place is clean,” she said. “It’s almost disappointing.”

  Kaseya’s brow furrowed. “You’re disappointed that our hosts have tiny shred of honor?”

  “It’s not about honor and it’s definitely not about decency. Powerful people have powerful guests. Either they don’t think we’re important enough to spy on, or they’re too incompetent to realize they should be.”

  The amazon shook her head in disgust. “Of course that’s how you would think.”

  “I’m not going to apologize for living in the real world, Red,” Valuri said. “But you’re cute when you’re indignant.”

  “Whether our hosts are spying on us or not, their coin is our best chance of getting back on our feet,” I interrupted before things got even more out of hand. I was man enough to admit that I enjoyed their jealous competition for my attention, but I didn’t actually want them to fight. I had a feeling that our pending trip south was going to test the limits of our little trio…

  “Coin will not help us defeat Ayrael,” Kaseya said. “And if these crystals are important, my sister will be there.”

  “She’s right,” Valuri said. “Vatari crystals are vital to the Inquisitrix’s plans. I guarantee she knows about the mines, and I guarantee she’ll send a squad to steal the shipment.”
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  “Which is why I’m glad we won’t be facing her alone,” I pointed out. “We’ll have the Falcon Guard mercenaries with us.”

  “You really think a few mercenaries will make a difference?”

  “I think we need the gold, and just as importantly we need allies. Having the support of the Archmage and his wife will make our lives a lot easier.” I sighed and crossed my arms. “Besides, we also have leverage on them now. The Council doesn’t know anything about their secret mining operations or their vatari crystal stash. In the worst case scenario, we could always use that little tidbit against them.”

  “The Council probably doesn’t know their head wizard is a cuckold, either, but that’s not going to help us,” Valuri said. “Jorem, I know you just fucked her, but you need to think with your head and not your cock for once. Telanya and Beloran know we have leverage on them—do you really think they’ll just let us walk free?”

  I frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean the instant we do their dirty work for them, they slap the manacles back on us and bury us somewhere in the Citadel,” she said. “They’re not going to take the chance we’ll turn against them.”

  “This isn’t Vorsalos, Val.”

  “They’re powerful people, Jorem. And in the end, all powerful people care about is keeping that power. We are a threat to them, in more ways than one. The instant we’re not useful, they’ll bury us. Trust me.”

  I pursed my lips in thought. She was a cynic by nature, but that didn’t mean she was necessarily wrong. Quite the opposite, in fact—her suspicious nature had gotten us out of trouble more times than I could count.

  “I do not trust them, either,” Kaseya said. “Perhaps we should still consider reaching out to the Black Mistress. Silhouette told you where to meet, right?”

  I nodded. “She did.”

  “Then we should consider our allegiances carefully. At least you know the Black Mistress will appreciate your sorcerous talents.”

  Telanya appreciated them pretty well a few minutes ago…