The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  “Mmm-hmm,” Cassandra agreed. “I wouldn’t mind spanking or licking that ass.”

  “Dear, now is not the time,” he chided her.

  Cassandra reached under the table to feel his husband’s cock. He was hard. “It feels like the right time.”

  Morgan shook his head. They were in one of the tower’s guest rooms. The table had been crammed in on one side so Morgan had a place to sit and make notes as he observed the couple fucking in the bed. Meliza had been puzzled at first, but when she realized she had another chance to bed the prince, she eagerly agreed. Judging from the sly looks she kept sending toward Cassandra and Morgan she either liked to have others watch while she was intimate with other or wanted one—or both—of them to join in.

  “Later, dear,” said Morgan, reluctantly removing her hand.

  “Can we ask her to join us?” Cassandra said, putting her hand back on his thigh but not touching his cock, while wetting her lips with eagerness.

  “We’ll see.” It was the answer a parent would give a hyperactive child asking for candy…except that Morgan would be happy to sample some of the candy as well. The form that Cassandra took today was of a woman not much older than Meliza, but with an incredibly lithe body and a sex drive to match. Her olive skin and dark hair would be a wonderful contrast in bed to Meliza’s freckled paleness and light brown hair.

  It was obvious to Morgan what Meliza’s goal was: either pregnancy courtesy of the prince or to make him fall in love—or lust—with her, either forcing a marriage. It was the oldest female technique for social climbing and it often worked.

  But not this time. Bly had held back as long as he could and either Meliza was a wonderful actress or she had reached climax several times already, but the moment Bly’s orgasm had reached the point of inevitability, it was obvious the experiment was a failure—or a success. Morgan wasn’t sure which.

  “Fuck fuck fuuuckggg!” he cried out as he came. Morgan hoped that the orgasm was joyful because the last misspoken “fuck” ended with a thunderclap and a croak from the giant frog in the bed.

  Meliza’s shriek filled the small room, temporarily deafening Morgan and Cassandra.

  “What’s a fucking frog doing in the bed!” she screamed at them. “Where’s Bly?”

  Morgan politely cleared his throat and tried not to stare at the cum dripping down the insides of her thighs. “We told you that Bly had an affliction that we needed you to help fix,” he said calmly. Cassandra stood up and grabbed a robe, handing it to Meliza who started crying in frustration. “Has this happened to you and Bly before?” Cassandra asked compassionately. It was a ridiculous question.

  “No! Of course not!”

  “We believe that Bly might be under a curse—”

  “Oh? You think so?” Meliza asked sarcastically.

  “—and we’re trying to track down the source. You’re not it.” Cassandra rolled her eyes at her husband and escorted the crying girl from the room.

  Morgan regarded the frog for a moment. The frog croaked once. “You and me both, my friend. But I’ve never turned into a frog in bed with a woman.” He sighed and looked at the papers in front of him. Observing the couple fucking had given him little insight, though it had aroused his lust. He had no notes written. His wife however…

  Cassandra had used a pencil to sketch Meliza and Bly in the middle of their passion. She had a sharp eye for humor and art. Meliza’s large ass and tits were shown bouncing around while her face was a mask of desire. Bly was grabbing his lover’s hips with suspiciously webbed hands while his extremely long tongue caressed Meliza’s nipple. Morgan sighed again and flipped the paper over.

  On the back was the list Bly had given them. He crossed off Meliza’s name and read down those remaining.

  Phyleen Victentol – you know her story

  Meliza Orchardgool – social climber (huge tits!)

  Ciba – cleaning woman in the palace (short and cute, good head)

  Ruby – whore at Miss Brandywine’s (red hair, good fuck)

  Lady Etrina Evantova – Ambassador Finch’s daughter (nice tits)

  Baroness Leithi Palnfit – too old for me, but she can fuck

  Cousin Truverda Hintfield – don’t judge, she has a lovely personality

  Jamie the stable hand – soft lips for a boy

  Curgold Stonebrake – I just wanted to see how hard you could abuse a dwarf

  Morgan hadn’t asked Bly for his commentaries. He didn’t think this was an extant list but Bly assured him it was everyone he had fucked in the last month. Morgan had his doubts about that, but he had to start somewhere.

  It didn’t surprise him that Blywood had dallied with a stable hand and a dwarf. He was definitely the type to experiment with the limits of human sexuality but Morgan was equally convinced that Jamie and Curgold were unlikely to put a curse on the prince…unless they were pawns in a grander scheme. He sighed again and realized if it came to it, he’d have to watch Bly fuck the both of them as well.

  Morgan moved from the table to the bed and picked up Bly in his frog-form, placing him in the basket full of wet mud. “I’m starting to think this is too much trouble,” said Morgan. The frog regarded him with large, bulging eyes before blinking once and letting out a soft croak.

  “Time to check of my wife.”

  Carrying the basket Morgan began looking for his wife. There were only so many places she could—or would—go in the tower. It didn’t take him long to find her, though it was a little confusing to find her in their bedroom.

  Cassandra had been honest with him. She couldn’t resist Meliza’s physical charms. Both women were in the large bed, Cassandra’s face buried in the other’s cunt. Meliza’s robe and Cassandra’s dress were in a pile together on the floor. It hadn’t taken his wife very long to seduce the younger woman. Morgan was impressed.

  “Am I interrupting?” Morgan asked.

  Cassandra lifted her face up from Meliza’s sopping cunt. She wiped cum and cunt juice from her chin. Meliza looked over at the wizard with unbridled lust. “No. You’re just in time. I got her ready for you.”

  Morgan didn’t have a particular type of woman he was attracted to; he couldn’t, not if he was to remain married to Cassandra. However, as desirous as some men found huge tits and asses, Morgan did not. But that didn’t stop him from putting down the frog basket, stripping down and climbing on top of Meliza. Cassandra was happy to assist in getting his cock properly aligned. Meliza seemed happy with her new partner.

  If this was the way it was going to go with all of Bly’s partners, it was going to take them more time to sort out the curse than Morgan had planned for.

  He was willing to make that sacrifice.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Going through the list of Prince Blywood’s most recent lovers was not the chore that Morgan thought it would be. Although he was loath to admit it to anyone, even Cassandra, there was more enjoyment in the private sex shows he was getting than he would have imagined. How much money it would have cost him at Miss Brandywine’s bordello would have been emptied his purse.

  Ciba the cleaning woman from the palace was initially terrified at being brought to the wizard’s tower. She was certain she was going to be used in some sort of sick experiment. When it was explained that the wizard merely needed to see her have sex with the prince, she happily went along with the plan.

  Morgan had to admit that Bly wasn’t lying on his list. Ciba was short and cute. She was barely taller than an elf and had the face of an angelic girl, but the body of a voluptuous woman once her clothes were off. Bly said he didn’t want to fuck her because he hadn’t fucked her on the few occasions they had been together. Instead she got down on her knees and sucked him off.

  Morgan admired her technique. Bly had no trouble cumming in her mouth and then immediately transformed back to a frog. Again.

  Ciba was strangely at ease with his transformation. “I expected something like that.”

  “Why?” Morgan asked as
he put the frog into the basket and watched her get dressed.

  “Nobility is always weird with their sex, right? They never do it normal.”

  Morgan was inclined to agree.

  Ruby the cleaning woman refused to come to the tower until she was paid her full outcall service fee. Morgan insisted Prince Bly pay it. When the runner they sent with the money returned, he had Ruby in tow. Everyone in the tower was charmed by the prostitute. Morgan, Knut, and Cassandra all found her incredibly beautiful; she had long, deep-red hair, skin that was covered with freckles because she exposed as much of her body to the sun as possible, and red pouting lips that seem unnaturally beautiful. Her green eyes flashed with delight at the prospect of sex in front of an audience, and her body, when revealed to the tower’s residents, was like that of a goddess.

  Only Lili was unimpressed.

  “She signed a deal with a demon to get that body just so she could become a prostitute,” she grumbled. “What type of woman does that?”

  Morgan sensed some professional rivalry on the part his new bodyguard and former worker in Miss Brandywine’s bordello.

  “A smart one,” declared Knut.

  Lili cuffed him on the back of his thick head. “You would say that.”

  Knut wasn’t put off. “She just has the sort of appeal to every man. You’re a special taste my dear,” he grinned up at his occasional lover.

  She cuffed him again.

  Watching Ruby fuck was like watching a shadowplay put on by the gods themselves. Ruby threw herself into every sexual act with her whole being. Even if she was a prostitute, Morgan believed she truly enjoyed her work. She knew how to move and display her body. She knew how to give Bly exactly what he wanted even when he didn’t know what he wanted.

  If her orgasms were faked, Morgan and company believed they weren’t. When Bly found he had no resistance left, he came and immediately turned back into a frog. Again.

  The same frog.

  “Hmm. Not the worst thing that happened to me after a man dropped his load,” was Ruby’s comment when she found a frog on her belly.

  Bly croaked at her and she took her leave from the tower.

  Getting Ambassador Finch’s daughter to the tower took some doing, but asking her to visit as an interview to be a delegate to the wizarding council did the trick. Once she saw Prince Blywood waiting for her, she knew something was being plotted. Still, he was charming and talked her into bed while Morgan and Cassandra watched. As always, Blywood hadn’t been exaggerating. Once her clothes were off, Lady Etrina Evantova had an amazing pair of tits. They were neither huge nor tiny, but perfectly sized with tiny pink areolas and a small gold ring piercing the left nipple. She had Bly fuck her from behind while watching both Morgan and Cassandra. Apparently her status allowed it to be appropriate to be fucked by a prince. She turned down Cassandra’s advance after Bly turned back into his frog-form, but that might have been due to the nature of the unexpected change. Cassandra had all but promised her husband she’d bring the woman to their bed that night.

  “Are you sure you won’t spend the night with my husband and me?” Cassandra boldly asked as she helped Etrina put her dress back on.

  “Tempting, but I just fucked a man who turned into a frog. It’s a little upsetting. I’m sure you understand.”

  Cassandra saw the young politician had a promising career in front of her.

  All it took to get the Baroness Leithi Palnfit to Morgan’s tower was an invitation from Morgan the wizard himself. However, she appeared under a mistaken assumption. Leithi was certain her invitation was one to participate in a weird sex ritual.

  “I’m so glad you invited me,” the baroness practically purred. “I’ve never fucked a wizard before. I’m sure you’ve heard my reputation in the subrosa that I prefer my every partner to be new and unique and…more than a little kinky.”

  Her words actually chilled Morgan…and stiffened his cock. It wasn’t as if Cassandra would object to him bedding the baroness, but it was not why he had invited her. “I think you misunderstand. I need to watch while you fuck Prince Blywood.”

  “Kinky,” she said with an eager smile. “But I would have thought sex with a wizard would have been more perverted.”

  “She’s not wrong,” Lili dryly observed from her position at the edge of the consultation room.

  Morgan watched as the baroness traced a finger down her neckline to accentuate her cleavage. She was an attractive woman despite being nearly twice Bly’s age; Morgan understood she had bedded half the male nobility in the region and a good portion of the female as well. Every partner was a new adventure for her and he was actually surprised she hadn’t yet fucked a wizard in her career.

  “Blywood is under a curse,” he said hastily to brush her off. “He keeps turning into a frog and I need to determine who is the root cause of the curse.”

  “And to do this you need to watch me fuck him?” she asked. “Why didn’t you say so from the start. I’d love to ride Bly’s lovely cock again while you watch. Promise me you’ll join in if you so desire.”

  He didn’t think it was possible but his cock got harder at the invitation.

  By this point Bly was getting exhausted by the process and Morgan wouldn’t have blamed him for wanting to take a break from the new woman every day grind they were on. But Bly’s eyes lit up when he saw Leithi walk into the bedroom. She walked with confidence and had a certain strut that simply exuded confidence and sexuality. Bly wanted to say no—at first—but then he found that he couldn’t.

  Morgan didn’t blame him.

  “Help me remove my dress, dear boy,” she said. “And then I’ll suck your cock and your perverted friend will be able to get off as he watches us.” She looked over her shoulder and winked at Morgan.

  The undressing was perfunctory. It only took a minute; the Baroness Leithi Palnfit was skilled at undressing. Morgan admired her body; for an older woman who had been well-used, she held up well. Her tits were still full and didn’t hang down like led weights. Her waist was trim and her ass was well-rounded. She had nothing to be ashamed of.

  “She’d do well at Miss Brandywine’s,” Lili softly commented into Morgan’s ear. “She’s got a better body than half those whores.”

  Morgan was about to admonish his half-orc bodyguard, but then realized the former prostitute knew exactly what she was talking about. Together they silently watched the pair.

  It was the most incredible sex show that Morgan had ever seen. Not that he had seen all that many sex shows. Most of them had been in the past week.

  She started with an extremely enthusiastic blowjob where she proved that she could take Blywood’s entire length down her throat. That impressed Morgan, but Lili less so.

  “Easy trick. You just need to learn to control your gag reflex.”

  From there things progressed rapidly and it was obvious from the start that Leithi was completely in control of the situation. She brought Bly onto the bed after stripping him, climbed on top of his body and artfully inserted his cock into her cunt. She rode him like a professional jockey would ride a fine thoroughbred and then rolled them both over to give him the opportunity to be in control for a minute. But Morgan wasn’t fooled. He knew that even with Bly on top, Leithi was the one in charge.

  “You know how to use that cock,” she encouraged her lover. “You’ve got me so wet I feel like I’m making a swamp of your bed.”

  That turned out to be a good thing because a moment later she pushed Bly off her and quickly got on her hands and knees. His cock was bobbing and throbbing, eager to be buried back in her cunt, but that was not to be.

  “Do you like my ass?” she asked in a falsely innocent voice.

  “Y-y-y-yes,” Bly answered, his voice trembling.

  “You know what I want. You know what to do.”

  Bly just nodded, having fallen under the baroness’s spell. He took his rigid cock in hand and guided it into her slick and shining cleft. Leithi put her hand over his and ma
de sure he had the right angle of approach.

  She groaned as he filled up her asshole. It was a groan of delight.

  “That sort of thing costs you double at Miss Brandywine’s,” commented Lili.

  Morgan said nothing, but he was certain she wasn’t exaggerating.

  Their bodies joined in the most unnatural way, Bly proceeded to bugger his lover, but he barely knew what he was doing. Leithi leaned back into his thrusts and guided his pace with a hand on his thigh. He was little more than a masturbatory tool for her and Bly was willing to do anything to perform that service.

  The baroness knew exactly what she was doing. Morgan couldn’t imagine how many lovers she had had over the years. When Bly’s moment of crisis came, she knew that as well and didn’t let him cum until she was ready.

  She pushed him out of her rear entrance with a bump of her hips, and then smoothly rolled over with her legs splayed wide, two fingers buried in her cunt and one rubbing her clit. “Give it to me,” she begged.

  Bly pumped his cock once and then again, and then covered Leithi with an impressive amount of spunk. Her skin had puddles and dribbles from her chin to her slit. “Perfect,” she purred.

  A second later there was a thunderclap and a large frog was sitting between her legs.

  Leithi turned her head to Morgan. “Please tell me that I turned him into that animal,” she said. “I’ve never done it before, but I’m always learning new tricks.”

  “Sadly, no, Baroness. But your time has been…instructional.”

  After a sincere invitation to invite her back to the tower anytime for further displays of her prowess, the Baroness Leithi Palnfit reluctantly put her clothes back on and went on her way.

  Morgan reluctantly turned the frog back into Prince Blywood.

  “She’s a demoness!” were the prince’s first words upon being changed back.

  “It looked like you were having the time of your life,” Morgan observed.

  “She makes me do things,” he all but blubbered. “Things I wouldn’t do otherwise.”