The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  “You wouldn’t accept a blowjob from and then fuck and bugger a beautiful woman?”

  He thought it over for a moment. “Well…no. But the way she does it…”

  “You just don’t like her being in complete control of you,” Morgan said, dismissing his concerns but made a mental note to further investigate Baroness Leithi Palnfit to see if she was a demon or possessed by one.

  The thought made him shudder and get hard at the same time.

  The encounter with Cousin Truverda Hintfield wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as Morgan had been anticipating. It turned out that the status of cousin was tenuous at best. She happily accepted the invitation to the tower thinking that meeting the city’s guardian wizard somehow gave her some additional status in the complicated political game that occupied the nobles. When he met her, Morgan couldn’t detect any family resemblance between Truverda and Blywood.

  They had left her retinue behind in the consultation room to be entertained by Cassandra and Lili. “I don’t see the family blood in you at all, Lady Truverda,” said Morgan upon bringing her to the bedroom where Bly was waiting.

  “Please, call me Tru,” she said politely. “And our relation is by marriage only. I married Bly’s third cousin.”

  “Third cousin you say?” Morgan repeated, looking meaningfully at Bly.

  “Still a cousin,” Bly insisted.

  If it had been possible within his magical abilities Morgan would have removed his eyeballs from his skull and rolled them across the stone floor to make a point. He prided himself on showing great restraint in not trying. “If it pleases you, then fine. Go ahead and fuck her. Let’s get this over.”

  Tru gasped at his crude language. “You promised never to tell a soul!” she screeched.

  “I turn into a frog every time I have sex,” Bly said quickly.

  That didn’t solve Tru’s resistance or confusion. “Disgusting!”

  “What’s the problem?” grumbled Morgan. “Get to it.”

  “What’s going on here?” Tru demanded, backing away from both of the and stumbling against the bed that had seen more than its fair share of sexual activity over the past week.

  Bly somehow managed to explain, though he did it poorly. “The wizard Morgan is solving the curse that keeps turning me into a frog. All we have to do is find who set the curse and the way to do that is for me to have sex with everyone I’ve bedded in the past and see who doesn’t turn me into a frog.”

  Tru gaped at Bly. “That’s inane. You think I’m a witch?”

  After a long moment of searching for the right words all Bly was able to say was, “Maybe?”

  From his corner of the room, Knut the dwarf grunted. “Ah told yeh. One of these women was going to catch on an then yeh’d be done.” He chuckled softly.

  “Unless she’s the one,” Morgan pointed out.

  That snapped Knut to attention. He snatched up the axe that had been resting against the wall and readied himself for a fight. Morgan had allowed his hand to stray to the combat wand secreted inside his sleeve.

  “I’m not a witch!” Tru protested.

  “That’s exactly what a witch would say!” cried Bly.

  “True,” agreed Morgan.

  “What?” asked Tru, confused.

  “No. True. Not Tru.”

  “What?”

  Morgan shook his head. “Wrong true.”

  “What?”

  Clearly the woman wasn’t very bright. “I think you’re more of an adulteress than a witch,” Morgan said, producing his wand. “But you need to prove that right now.”

  She glared at Bly. “This is sick and twisted.”

  “You’re the one who cheated on your husband,” Bly pointed out.

  “Once!” she said while on the verge of tears.

  “Twice,” Bly pointed out.

  Tru gasped and realized he was right. “Okay twice. Well. Wait. No. Three times, remember?” She smiled at him, sharing a secret.

  Morgan had already tired of their game. “Great. We’ve established exactly what you two are. Now can she prove she’s not the one.”

  Apparently evoking the memories of what they had done together was enough to change Tru’s mind. “What do you need me to do?” she asked with a sly smile.

  “Fellating him to completion would be enough to establish proof,” said Morgan.

  “I can do a whole lot more than that,” she said as she removed her dress.

  Tru was pretty and would have done well in Miss Brandywine’s, Morgan thought and at the same time hated himself for now evaluating women by that standard, but even though she had the advantage of youth compared to Baroness Leithi Palnfit she was a disappointment. She and Bly went through a rather dull session of him fucking her with her toes pointed to the ceiling.

  He came quickly like he did with his partners and promptly changed back to a frog that landed with a wet plop between Tru’s tits. She screamed in terror though it was hard to tell if it was from the thunderclap or from Bly’s transformation. It certainly wasn’t because he was a great lover.

  Morgan had Knut escort Tru from the bedroom. She was crying and clutching her dress to her body, partially covering herself. “Did she think you weren’t going to change?” Morgan asked the giant frog before changing him back to human.

  Grabbing his breeches from the floor, Bly pulled them on and said, “Maybe? She’s not the brightest candle the chandelier.”

  The next day Knut had a special request for Morgan. “Mind if I sit this next one out?”

  “It’s your day to do guard duty,” Morgan replied. “You know the new agreement. Two days on, two days off. You and Lili splitting the time.”

  “Yeh, but I don’t want to see our prince bugger a stable boy.”

  Morgan gave his dwarf bodyguard a thin smile. “You’ll see much more horrible things if you complete your contract with me.”

  When Jaime the stable boy walked found his way to the tower and was brought up to the bedroom by a grumbling Knut, Morgan quickly understood why Bly had deviated from his previous choice of bedding only women to experiment with a man. Jaime was tall and had a head of shaggy blonde hair, soft pouting lips, and a muscular physique that was obvious even under his loose-fitting shirt.

  “Ya wan’ me ta what?” Jaime said all mealy mouthed when Morgan explained what they needed him to do.

  Morgan looked over at Bly whose face was red with embarrassment.

  “I want to watch while you and Bly have sex,” Morgan said, quickly surmising that Jaime wasn’t the sharpest tool in the stable shed.

  The handsome young man smiled. “We fucked befor’.”

  “I know.”

  “I sucked him off.”

  “That would be fine if I could see that.”

  “Then he buggered me.”

  “Also would be fine.”

  “You wanna join?”

  “No. Thank you.” If not for his dim-wittedness Morgan would have been tempted.

  “’kay.”

  Morgan looked to Bly. “This is your play. Do you want his ass or his mouth?”

  Bly opened up his breeches with more enthusiasm than Morgan would have guessed. Apparently Bly did swing both ways. “Mouth. He has a very talented mouth.”

  Without waiting to be told what to do Jaime went down to his knees and got in front of the prince. “Do I get the same coin?” he asked as Bly exposed his cock.

  Bly looked over to Morgan and nodded his head. Morgan just smiled in amusement. “Sure.”

  Jaime nodded once and took Bly’s already semi-rigid cock into his mouth. What followed was a display of fellatio that more than rivaled what Morgan had seen the Baroness Leithi Palnfit perform on Bly. Jaime did it with enthusiasm and didn’t hold back in the least, while Morgan did. He was demure and stifled his moans and groans, but they all knew what had to happen. When Bly did cum, Jaime stayed eagerly attached to Bly’s cock and swallowed down every drop of his spunk.

  The instant he was done cumming
, there was the all-too-familiar thunderclap and a frog appeared in front of Jaime’s knees. “Wha’ du fuque?” mumbled the stable boy.

  “Thank you, Jaime, that’s all we need.” Morgan nodded once to Knut who had been carefully studying the ceiling stonework done by his ancestors ages ago. The dwarf flipped the stable boy a single gold coin. Jaime was thrilled with his reward.

  “One last person on your list, my prince,” said Morgan to the frog.

  Bly’s alter ego croaked sadly.

  Out of all the partners that the prince had written down, Morgan never would have guessed that Bly’s tastes were wide enough to have included copulation with a dwarf. They found Curgold Stonebrake working in an armorer’s workshop doing the hot, sweaty work that dwarves seemed to love and had more than just a bit of talent for.

  “You didn’t meet him at Miss Brandywine’s?” asked Morgan.

  “Why would you ask that?” Bly replied gruffly.

  “Her establishment has come up more than a few times during this little investigation.”

  “You don’t find dwarves working as prostitutes,” said Lili from her position against the wall. Knut had taken his axe with him and she kept a pair of short swords strapped to her wide belt. “At least not at Miss Brandywine’s.”

  Before Morgan could answer that question the door flew open and Knut came stomping in dragging another dwarf with him. He was latterly dragging the other dwarf by the scruff of his neck.

  “Yeh can’t make me do anything!” the other dwarf was screaming.

  “Shut up, yeh useless turd burglar,” Knut complained and rolled Curgold across the floor to thump up against the bed. “Do what the wizard wants and we’ll be done soon enough.”

  Morgan looked mildly at the dwarf. “This is not an auspicious beginning.”

  “I don’t care,” groused the dwarf with a vicious glare at Lili who was merely amused. “Have to do this, can’t do that, this job isn’t worth the hassle.”

  “And you’ll be released from your contract in five more years,” Morgan reminded him.

  “Don’t want to see a dwarf bugger a man or a man bugger a dwarf. Tain’t right.”

  “He’s going to bugger me?” Curgold asked, his already thread voice rising an octave in fear. “Why? What did I do.”

  “Yeh buggered him first,” said Knut. “Or the other way around. I don’t care which.”

  “No I didn’t!” Curgold protested.

  “He didn’t,” Bly confirmed.

  Morgan glared at the prince. “What? Do you know how much time and effort it took to find this damned man? What the fuck is he doing on your list?”

  Bly shrugged his shoulder. “You said sex partners so I included him.”

  “What—and I’m going to make this abundantly clear—what exactly did you do with or to Curgold?” Morgan demanded.

  Bly opened his mouth, closed it, and then opened it again. “Like I put on the parchment. I wanted to see how hard you could abuse a dwarf.”

  “And?” Morgan prompted.

  “And he tied meh to a rack and used hammer and tongs and everyt’ing else on mah body,” Curgold said opening up his shirt to display a square chest full of scars.

  Morgan looked askance at Bly. “Did you sexually abuse this man?” he asked.

  “I paid him for the privilege.”

  “True,” Curgold confirmed. “I have gamblin’ debts and the forge doesn’t pay ‘em off ver’ well.”

  “Did he make you cum?” Morgan asked Bly.

  “No.”

  “He made meh cum,” said Curgold. “The man has quite the touch with the small sledge. An’ I walked away wit’ a bag o’ coins.”

  “Thank you for your time Mister Stonebrake,” said Morgan dismissing him.

  “Wha’ about meh payment?” the stocky man demanded.

  “Knut, give him a few coins for his time.”

  Knut escorted his countryman from the room while Morgan glared at Bly. Lili tittered in the background.

  “This has been a fucking waste of time,” he told the prince. “Either you haven’t given me the full list of your partners or you’re hiding something.”

  Bly started shaking, not in fear of the wizard, but in fear for his fate. “I swear I’m not lying. I could add some more names but those are over a year ago. I’ve been…busy with my current partners.”

  Morgan considered his options and once he was sure that killing the city’s prince would be an excellent way of cutting both his career and his life short courtesy of the wizard’s council, he opted for a different tack.

  “Well…you’ve obviously missed something. But since none of your current lovers seem to be interested in keeping you a frog, we’ll have to try something different.” He idly ran his fingers through his short beard. “It has to be someone close to you. If not a lover than someone who would want to prevent your sexual happiness.”

  Lili snorted. Being a half-orc the sound was disturbing. “No. You’re wrong. Whoever cursed him doesn’t care about his sexual happiness.” She spat out the last two words. “His enemy just doesn’t want him getting laid.”

  Morgan nodded. “That makes sense. That’s why I figured it had to be a jealous lover.”

  Lili emphatically shook her head. “Nope. Just has to be someone who doesn’t want him to get laid.”

  “Older brother or cousin who sees you as a threat to the throne?” Morgan asked.

  “I’m my father’s eldest,” said Bly.

  “Your father’s eldest?”

  “Well…yeah. There’s my step-mother and half-brother, but he’s still an infant.”

  Morgan smiled. “Princess Ona? I remember hearing about the wedding.”

  “You were invited. We were invited.” said Cassandra. Morgan hadn’t realized she had slipped into the room. “We didn’t go.”

  “Who wants to go to royal weddings?” Morgan rhetorically asked.

  Cassandra wisely didn’t answer that question. “Prince Humbert’s second marriage. Solidified the alliance between us and Yort. Young prince Blywood might eventually take the throne when his father dies, but if he’s dead then Bonny Prince Orlaf—Bly’s half-brother—gets a fair shot at it.”

  “And if Blywood doesn’t have any offspring, Orlaf moves up the order of success,” Morgan figured. “We have our suspect.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Mirror travel was quick and silent which made it a favorite way for many wizards to travel long distances with little effort. Morgan found it disorienting and a little nauseating so he avoided using it as much as possible. It was a fairly simple process. Cast the spell, step through the anchor mirror and step out through the passage mirror. To go home, reverse the process. All that was really needed were two mirrors that one could step through.

  Morgan found one in Princess Ona’s private bedroom. Scrying mirrors was easy. He had planned on waiting a few days but that turned out not to be necessary. The right opportunity presented itself almost immediately which said a lot about One’s private morals and behavior.

  The woman that was officially Bly’s stepmother wasn’t much older than he was and was certainly still fertile. Bly’s father, Prince Humbert, wasn’t a young man but he was virile—or so he claimed. But he wasn’t virile enough for Princess Ona.

  When Morgan spied on her he saw the princess riding atop another man. She showed no shame in giving pleasure to her lover and seemed to enjoy it when he smacked her breasts. The blows looked painful to Morgan, but Ona screamed in delight as she was abused. Having a man’s cock buried in her cunt no doubt helped distract her from the pain.

  Casting the mirror travel spell was easy. Morgan stepped through the anchor mirror in his laboratory—

  —and found himself falling from the ceiling of Ona’s bedroom and onto the bed next to the two lovers. Ona shrieked again, this time not from her lover’s slap but from the sudden, unexpected arrival of a wizard from above.

  “Who the fuck puts a mirror on the ceiling,” he complain
ed, groaning as he cursed. He rolled over and was glad his fall was broken by the mattress and not by the bodies of Ona and her lover. It would be difficult to explain to Prince Humbert her accidental death.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Princess Ona said in reply. After her initial shock, she comported herself quickly. Her hands were over her impressive breasts hiding the nipples that Morgan had only gotten the briefest of glances at when he fell.

  “I like the mirror on the ceiling because I like to watch myself fuck,” the man Princess Ona had been fucking said.

  “Shut up, Gil,” Ona silenced him. She somehow managed to maintain some dignity even naked and committing adultery while being interrupted by a falling wizard. “Who the fuck are you and why are you in my bedroom?”

  Morgan had taken the time to put on his official robes and even opted for the pointy hat he had inscribed with useless, but pretty, symbols that were in no way magical. He rolled off the bed, somehow didn’t tangle himself in the robes, and went to doff his hat to mock Ona, but realized the hat was still on the bed. He snatched it up, placed it on his head, then doffed it and bowed, before putting it back on his head a second time. The hat obscured the blue pentagram tattoo on his forehead which should have tipped off the princess. “Morgan the city wizard, at your service, ma’am. Princess Ona, I mean.” He peered at the man and made a few complex gestures with his fingers. “You don’t look like Prince Humbert.”

  “I’m not. I’m Gilbert.” He immediately clamped a hand over his mouth.

  “Truth compulsion spells are very weak,” Morgan reassured him. “Don’t say anything and you’ll be fine. I already knew you weren’t Humbert.”

  “Get out of my room!” screamed Ona at Morgan.

  She was rather pretty when distressed, but a woman holding her tits had always been a weakness of Morgan’s. “Don’t tell me what to do, Princess,” he thundered at her. Using a voice of compulsion was dangerous, but he doubted servants or guards would come rushing in. They undoubtedly knew about Ona’s faithlessness and a few unusual sounds wouldn’t disturb them; they were well-paid for their silence. “You’d better leave,” he said to Gilbert in the same magically enhanced voice. Morgan winced and waggled his fingers at his throat, ending the spell.