Creation Mage 7

by King, Dante

  “I’m feeling a little flustered myself.” I pulled the Gemstone Princess to me and kissed her deeply. Our tongues intertwined, and the naked, glittering woman folded warmly into me.

  “There’s passion in the air tonight, huh?” Enwyn said, her voice coming huskily as Cecilia continued to run her fingertips over her bare chest.

  Cecilia made a soft growling sound of agreement.

  “I’m excited that the five of us get to enjoy this together,” Alura said, between kisses.

  There was the soft, sensual sound of lips meeting as Janet moved in to suck hungrily at my mouth.

  “I’m sure I’m not alone in saying that I concur, Alura,” I said, with a little difficulty as Janet began rubbing at the front of my breeches even while our lips were smushed together. “And I hope it’ll just be the first time of many.”

  Enwyn moaned a little as Cecilia pinched her nipples. “I could not be any wetter even were I to jump into the sea.”

  With a thought, I vanished my own clothes. The cloak that Igor had given me months before as part of my very first sponsorship deal pooled at my feet.

  Chapter 9

  “You’re first up, Miss Thunderstone,” I growled at Janet.

  “Just as you say, Captain,” the petite brunette minx replied.

  “However will we entertain ourselves, while you two are busy?” Cecilia said with mock concern, as Janet, who had stripped her breeches and shirt off but was still in her underwear, pulled me over to the map table.

  “Don’t you fret about that,” Alura said, her voice as clear and pure as drops of silver in the air. “I’m sure that we’ll be able to think of something to do.”

  Cecilia laughed throatily, watching past Enwyn’s dark head as Janet sat on the edge of the map table and pulled me to her by the effective method of grabbing me by the cock.

  “That’s right,” the Storm Mage said as I opened up her legs, and she knocked one foot against the wall that was closest to us. “Get inside of me, please, but slow. Fuck me slow and deep, Justin. Slow and deep.”

  “Would you like me to match the rhythm of the ship?” I quipped. “Rock and roll with the swell.”

  I pulled Janet’s pink underwear to the side, revealing her tight box with its little strip of shaved pubic hair. She was wet as hell. I could see that at a glance.

  “Now, darlings,” I heard Cecilia say to Enwyn and Alura from behind me. “Let’s warm up a little before the main event.”

  “Permission to come aboard,” I said with a cheeky grin, rubbing the tip of my cock up and down Janet’s slit and coating it in her wetness.

  Janet’s deep dark eyes glittered naughtily as she watched my cock pressing at the opening of her pussy. She pulled her underwear further to the side so that I had an unimpeded view of her sex.

  “You can come wherever you damn well please,” she said.

  She gasped suddenly as I slipped my prick slowly into her. At the same time, I began rubbing gently at her clit, working my fingers over the lips and super sensitive nub of her box while I slowly thrust away at her.

  “Slow and deep,” Janet said between moans. “That’s it. That’s the fucking spot right there, Justin.”

  I looked over at the other three women and found Enwyn, standing naked and wonderful in front of on my right, watching Janet and I fuck and smiling at me coyly.

  Cecilia and Alura were canoodling by the bed, kissing and stroking and caressing one another in a most sensuous and erotic way.

  “Hold on,” Cecilia said, in a mock outraged voice after Janet and I had been going at it for about ten minutes, “I feel like, as equal members of the crew, we ladies should all get an equal share in your bounty…”

  “Me too,” said Alura, joining in and flashing Janet and me a dazzling smile. “I want some of your treasure, Justin Mauler…”

  “As do I,” Enwyn purred as she stepped right out of her biker-style fighting leathers. “Perhaps I might stow your plunder in my booty...”

  Well, I was a people-pleaser, what could I say. I was also a sucker for a woman who could come up with a nautical pun and keep a straight face at a moment like that.

  Enwyn, Alura, and Cecilia, holding hands and running their fingers over one another’s bodies, proceeded over to the bed. The moon shone through the windows that lined the entire back wall and lit the scene in a romantic silver light.

  Alura, taking it upon herself to be the master of ceremonies, positioned Enwyn in the middle of the trio as they lined up along the side of Barry’s wood-framed bed. She took the spot closest to me, while Cecilia was on the right.

  Even as I fucked Janet, slow and deep, pressing into her as far as I could go before slowly drawing out of her again, I could not help but marvel at the beauty of the three other women kneeling in the pool of moonlight.

  The whole tableau was made only slightly funny by the occasional floating fish that, every now and again, smacked into the windows.

  Then, Alura said, in her most commanding and regal voice, “Ladies, roll out your armaments, will you? Let’s show our captain here how tasty a broadside he has under his command.”

  Alura took her place on Enwyn’s left. Enwyn, looking like the hottest piece of milf ass that I had ever seen, applied gentle pressure to the backs of the other two women so that they were forced over onto all-fours on the bed, their asses pointing toward me. Then she pulled down the panties that she had kept on and flicked the skimpy underwear that she had been wearing at me. They hit me in the chest and dropped to the floor.

  I went to move over to the bed, to share the love with the other three women, but Janet grabbed my asscheeks and held me to her.

  “Wait,” she whispered. “I’m close. Keep going.”

  The deep, bottomless pools of her brown eyes seemed to crackle and flash with an inner lightning then; bright and libidinous and filled with Storm Magic. The hairs on my arms stood up, like they were statically charged.

  “Yes… yes… yes… yes,” Janet said, her stomach muscles working and her voice getting higher as I continued to plunge slowly and steadily into her. “That’s it!”

  I could have come with her myself, right there, but I refrained with an effort. There were three more girls to pleasure yet, and I was not quite sure about how I wanted to finish this sensuous evening off.

  Trickling branches of static electricity flowed out from Janet’s sex as she came. She did not cry out, but she went rigid and shuddered, her eyes flashing once more before she closed them and relaxed.

  She let loose an animal groan of satisfaction as I pulled out of her. Her legs drooped slowly off the side of the desk and a little stream of girl cum dribbled out of her gaping hole and went all over Barry’s maps.

  “That,” the Storm Mage said, “was very, very nice.”

  I swallowed. A thought had just occurred to me. It was not exactly what you would call a totally annoying thought, but it had begun to niggle me at the back of my head as soon as we had left the table and I had only just now recognized it for what it was. The cheeky little shit.

  “It’s just dawned on me that I’m not going to be able to finish off in just one of you, right?” I said, turning to face the line-up of incredible backsides that were pointing in my direction.

  “What’re you on about, Justin, darling?” Cecilia said. Her small hand was between her toned thighs, and she was rubbing delicately at her pussy, circling her clit with a careful, teasing forefinger.

  “I mean, without being overly crude, I’m not going to be able to blow my load in just one of you, at the end of this lovely little session,” I said. “If I want to create a spell that encapsulates the raw power and eye-watering majesty of you babes, then I think I need to somehow finish with all of you, not just one of you, you know?”

  Cecilia pouted prettily at me, while Alura busied herself by exchanging a tender, lingering, tongue-filled kiss with Enwyn.

  “I think that you just answered your own question before, inadvertently” Enwyn said, pull
ing away from Alura.

  “I did?” I asked.

  “When you said, ‘Permission to come aboard’ to Janet,” the Fire Mage elaborated. “I think that is the answer. Come on board all of us. Come on us. Blowing your load in our pussies isn’t the only way to make the magic work. I’m almost certain of it. And, should it not work, you could always try again, no?”

  “Gods be damned,” Janet said, from where she lay on the table, running her fingers down her thighs, “now this is one of those times when we’re faced with a problem that is not so much a problem, huh?”

  We all laughed at that observation. I took a step toward the bed where the Fire Mage, Gemstone Elemental, and Frost Mage were all awaiting my attention.

  “Very true,” Cecilia said, from between gritted teeth. The hand massaging her sex was getting her well and truly worked up. “Let’s just cross that bridge when we come to it.”

  “Or when we come on it, as the case may be,” I said, staring down at the three bared asses and their accompanying pussies that were lined up in front of me. Alura giggled excitedly, wiggling her crystal backside invitingly.

  “I’m sure that all of us are keen on getting started for the bridge in question,” the Gemstone Princess said teasingly in her controlled and diplomatic voice.

  “I liked what you did with Janet, Justin,” Enwyn crooned at me, spreading her asscheeks with her hands while keeping her face off the mattress and displaying a core strength that any gym-junkie would have been readily able to appreciate. “I’d like some of that action, please. I know that we’re not at the Academy right now, but I’ll have you remember that, technically, I am senior to you, and you should do as I wish.”

  That vaguely secretarial tone alone almost had me plunging cock first into the Mazirian Academy’s Induction Officer before I could stop myself.

  I stepped forward, grasped Enwyn by her hips, and, like a good and eager to please student, slowly did as I was fucking told.

  Well, wax my legs, slap an apron on me, and call me Shirley, but it was hard to stop myself from fucking those women until I passed the point of no return. It was very, very hard to make sure all the women got their rocks off before I took care of myself. From the moment that I grabbed Enwyn by the ass and slid my cock deep inside her, thrusting with long, even strokes into her warm slickness, it was one of the greatest trials that my libido and I had ever faced together.

  As I slapped Cecilia and Alura playfully on their rumps while they masturbated on either side of me, a conversation that I had randomly overheard in a deli between two girls came back to me in an unexpected flash. I guess it had stuck with me, and had come back to me just at that exact moment, because it was so apt.

  The two ladies had been waiting for their sandwiches. One of them had been arguing with the other about how true satisfaction lay between the self-imposed delay of wanting a thing—whether it be a new pair of shoes, a cigarette, or a feeling of some kind—and actually getting that thing. She said it was that space between breaths, between the wanting and getting, that was the most enjoyable part.

  I tried to channel that control now.

  I thrust forward and started pounding Enwyn’s open, pink pussy with deeper and deeper strokes. The Fire Mage gasped and arched her back, and a wave of ghostly flames flickered across the skin of her ass and back like the flames of a dying fire that had just been fanned.

  Occasionally, I would pull out and run my cock from Enwyn’s clit all the way up her glistening slit. I cast an eye over toward the women on either side of her and saw Alura watching me avidly. Her mouth was slightly open as one hand played with her large breasts, pinching hard at one glittering diamond nipple.

  I slid my fingers into the warm, velvety confines of Alura’s and Cecilia’s pussies after a little while, when I could feel that it was taking all their self-discipline to keep from doing it themselves. Alura let out a long sigh of contentment, and she contracted around my fingers.

  Meanwhile, my prick was still stabbing deep into Enwyn’s warm, moist center, slow and steady, making her wetter and wetter as I occasionally spat onto my hand and mixed spit with her own girl juices. I could feel her pushing her ass up to meet my dick, could hear her breathing becoming more ragged.

  “Am I right in thinking that you might very soon be walking the plank into a sea of ecstasy?” I asked her, pulling out of her momentarily and slapping my glistening cock onto first her left and then her right buttcheek.

  “Yes,” Enwyn gasped, “but don’t you fucking dare stop now, Creation Mage. Don’t you dare stop now. Otherwise, I’ll have you thrown in the brig and left at the mercy of every other woman on board to use you as they will.”

  “That doesn’t sound too awful,” I said, running a line of kisses up her spine and making her groan. I slid my rod back into her tight hole and picked up the pace a fraction, finger fucking the two chicks on either side of me with renewed vigor, while I tried to stick my cock as far into Enwyn as I could.

  My cock was throbbing with the need to slide it into one of the other women—into the two that my cock had not penetrated just yet. I was enjoying myself immensely with Enwyn, but the thought of triple-dipping while Janet looked on… That was a thought that I could get on board with.

  I pulled out of Enwyn, took a step to the side and then plunged my rod into Alura. She gasped at the unexpected entry and cried out with delight. I fucked her for a little while, then pulled out and did the same to Cecilia at the other end of the line.

  The aristocratic elf, part of one of the most powerful and well-respected families in Avalonia, groaned like a whore as I thrust in and out, in and out, in and out of her. I didn’t start going fucking her wildly, as I longed to do, but eked out the pleasure one thrust at a time.

  I spent the next little while going from one woman to the other. After a minute or so, Janet took it upon herself to put herself in charge. She came to stand next to me and would watch as I slowly thrust away at whoever I happened to be standing behind at the time. When she deemed the time ripe, she would pull my cock out and guide it toward the box that she deemed hungriest and in most need of it.

  It was not long before I had Alura, Cecilia, and Enwyn all on the point of climaxing.

  Janet took my cock out of Alura and stroked it while I reached down and put a hand out to Alura and Cecila’s quivering pussies. My chest was rising and falling, and my dick was twitching in Janet’s hand. I nodded at Enwyn’s ass, and Janet positioned my cock an inch from her lovehole.

  When I had the trio them in the palm of my hand—both palms, I suppose—I stuck two of my fingers deep into Alura’s and Cecilia’s soaking wet pink tacos and made come-hither motions while, at the same time, slipping my thumbs into their uber tight assholes.

  I pressed my iron-hard dick up to the hilt into Enwyn’s aroused and waiting opening and began moving it in and out as quickly as I could, being careful to squash my nuts hard up against her clit with every stroke.

  The effect was immediate. Cecilia’s back arched, and she let out a long breathy wail of gratification, tossing her blonde head from side to side. The quite aptly named hoar frost patterns, which I had seen coalesce over her skin when we had fucked before, bloomed across her back.

  The Gemstone Princess, Alura, clenched up and then writhed as she came, her crystalline body flushing through a scintillating kaleidoscope of colors as she orgasmed. Her face was pressed into the blankets so her cries of delight were muffled, but from the way that her legs thrashed and her toes curled, though, I figured she was enjoying an absolute humdinger of a big O.

  Enwyn came, and girl juice suddenly drenched my prick and ran over my pelvis and down my thighs. The dark-haired beauty tried to move her sex away from my merciless cock, but I followed her, continuing to press into her while I squeezed her asscheeks.

  The Fire Mage let out a couple of howls of lust-filled satisfaction, then collapsed onto the bed with me lying half on top of her, her eyes closed, her dark hair spread across her face and
stuck to her lips, but her mouth was open in a smile of pure contentment.

  Janet smacked Alura’s ass and jiggled it. There was a vaguely hungry look on the face of the daughter of Idman Thunderstone. She had had time to get her breath back now, and she looked like she wanted to see this thing all the way through.

  Not giving the gratified trio of women in front of me very long to rest on their laurels, Janet smacked Enwyn on the ass and said, “You know the thing about females right, ladies? We’re always, always having to set an example to the males of the species. Let’s show Captain Mauler here just what good fucking first mates we can be, hm?”

  “As you seem to be the current captain of this vessel, Justin, darling,” Cecilia grunted breathlessly from where she lay on the bed, “what would you like us to do for you?”

  In answer, I pulled Cecilia up and took her place on the bed. Then, I maneuvered the slightly dazed Alura so she was seated on my cock. The Gemstone Elemental uttered a groan of pleasure as she straddled my dick, while I grabbed her giant breasts in my hands. Her face was contorted with pleasure, sweat running down her perfect crystalline form, as I pumped her continuously.

  “Mmmm, you have been a strong and gentle man today, Justin Mauler,” she purred after some time, sliding off me and kissing me hard on the lips. “I’m impressed. It was… romantic.”

  Alura kissed me hungrily again as Janet slithered nimbly into my lap, responding to my beckoning finger.

  As Enwyn and Cecilia enfolded Alura in their joint embrace, Janet stuck her tongue into my mouth and rubbed my cock, which was sticky with the Gemstone Princess’s juices.

  “You want to fuck?” I asked, lust shining in my eyes as I looked over the athletic, naked form of the woman I had first fucked, covered in the wholesome, well-earned sweat of an Iron Maiden mosh pit.

  “Do I ever,” she said, her dark brown eyes shining and her chest rising and falling rapidly with anticipation.