by L M Gregory
Sar dove in with enthusiasm. His hands cupping my breasts, which overflowed his smaller than human grasp. Soon, he buried his head between my breasts with a groan. I reached out and touched his ears, which quivered and brought a louder moan.
"Are your ears sensitive?" I asked. Curious.
They flickered. "Very, Joan."
I sighed. Why had I given that name? Stupid Anna. But I kept playing with his ears, keeping my touch soft as I wasn't sure how much he could handle. We spent endless amounts of time in each other's embrace. His gentle suckling from my breasts would have brought me to my knees had I not been on my ass.
Nothing lasts forever though.
He finally broke away from my breasts.
"May I enter you, Wizard?"
That was oddly formal. But I didn't care. "Yes, yes please!"
His clothes, in green and brown that matched the surroundings, flew from his body in a rush. Underneath the clothing was a slender, but muscular body. My eyes drank in the sight of him. I couldn't deny an attraction. He didn't have the musculature of Tom, but even few humans did.
What he had though, was beautiful. Down to his penis. Long, so long, but thin.
"Is it okay?" he asked. I could sense anxiety pulsing off him, almost in time to the vein pulsing in his cock.
I reached out as a way of response and touched it. "Perfectly fine," I said.
He sighed, huge eyes closing while his body shivered. "Not much more. I need you," he said.
"Yes," I breathed.
Sar knelt between my legs. His cock pressed to me. It was odd. What I'd done with Anna had been my first sexual experience, but this moment would be the loss of virginity. Did it count? I wasn't in my body. Hm.
My questions vanished in a thrust of the elf's hips. His thin, but long dick flashed into me. I groaned and wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him to me. My legs lifted to wrap around his waist.
He moved inside me. Angling to hit... something. The books didn't talk about that! I cried out, in a scream I feared would bring the camp running. If they came, I didn't see it. More magic. It flowed. Mostly into me this time, Anna had seemed to absorb some when I’d been with her. Why? Was Anna capable of magic?
We moved together. Our lust building together. Our sounds mingling in a delighted song.
I soared among the clouds. This was what sex was. A pleasure my imagination had fallen far short of understanding.
My nails dug into his back as my hips lifted to take in the last thrust. "Gods!" I screamed.
"Joan!" he responded as a warmth spilled into me. Filled me.
We collapsed on the makeshift bed. Sar curled into the hollow of my arm as I panted softly.
"That was amazing," I said.
"It was beyond my dreams," he replied. His lips had already sought out my nipple again. I had a feeling he would always return to it. I wrapped my hands around his head.
"Come to me, my little elf," I said.
And he did. Multiple times.
Chapter 8: An Old Friend
Tucking the vial of Sar's precious semen into my specimen bag, I gave the sleeping elf a final kiss before slipping out of the camp. Dawn was just rising, with the sunlight barely piercing the darkness of the forest.
The trip back to the village felt like I floated on a cloud the entire way. Why had I not had sex earlier? Not even reality could break into my good mood. Nor the worry about the other items I needed to gather. I half wanted to turn around and see about more sex. But I did want my life back.
Didn't I?
I arrived back at the consultation building sometime after noon. I likely needed a new hiding place. Or would soon. There was only so long my master could avoid coming here unless he allowed the villagers to meet him up at his tower. That might even be possible so long as the villagers only sent men. But women got sick too, and healing the sick was one of our primary responsibilities. Could I lengthen that by using an illusion of my old self to see villagers?
I yawned. Without access to the tower's cleaning facilities and similar magical conveniences, I had to rely on my own power. Cleaning clothes for example. I stripped off the borrowed garments and mumbled a spell. My head spun as I wobbled on my feet. I needed rest. Since I didn't know where any orcs or trolls were, I'd need to wait for Tom or more likely, Anna to find a clue. I could go to the tavern, but that kind of gossip wasn't common.
Almost falling asleep on my feet, I slipped into the bed and pulled the covers up to my neck. I'd blamed the extra magic for my tiredness, but it likely had as much to do with not sleeping the previous night.
I flushed, but my new parts ached pleasantly as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke cold, with my nipples hard as little pebbles. The sheet had fallen during the night.
"They really are bigger than Anna's," Tom's familiar voice said.
It's surprising how fast I was able to jerk the sheet back up to my head. "Tom!"
"I mean, I think they are the biggest in the village. Even your mom's are smaller."
"Gods, Tom! I don't need to hear that."
"I'm just saying."
"Please don't."
He laughed.
The bed creaked and sank dangerously low. Opening my eyes, I saw Tom close to me. Very close. Sitting on the bed, he stared at me. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"I can't get you out of my mind," he said in a low voice. His eyes were oddly intense. I'd seen him like that once or twice when he worked on a serious project.
"What are you talking about?" My mind was still fogged from sleep.
His hand reached out to touch my face. "Anna is beautiful, of course. But she's so domineering it's hard to get to know her, Plus, it's not like she plans on staying with me. I'm just the latest in a string of men."
And women, I thought, but didn't say. "You're hardly one to talk, there's not an adult woman below 25 you haven't been with."
"And more than a few above that," he said with a grin.
I rolled my eyes, but the heat stayed in his. I was a conquest he hadn't had. Someone he found attractive but hadn't given in to his charms. Whatever they were. You'd think as his friend, I'd understand the appeal. Obviously, his physique contributed to his attraction. But why did women throw themselves at him? Even Anna, who could and did have any man in the village, was now his bed partner.
From the look in his eyes, I suspected I could find out if I really wanted to.
Did I?
My heart pounded in my chest. My pussy ached. One night of bliss and I was ready to jump in bed with another man? Or had Anna been the trigger? I bit my lip. This was a big decision. Anna had been a safe if different decision. She was a woman and I a man. Sar had been a necessity if a welcome one. I could have paid for the elf cum, but it would have taken longer. I'd chosen the quick option. That still left it my choice.
Anything I did with Tom would be different. Still my choice, but a big step away from my preference for women. A very big step.
But Tom's face was coming nearer mine.
I released the sheet.
Closed my eyes.
And we kissed.
Anna's had been soft. Sar's magical. Tom's felt natural. The way kisses were supposed to be.
He stripped the sheet from me while he laid himself next to me. His body radiated heat and strength. Power. Was it a masculine thing? Or him? Or his long time proximity to the smithy?
Why did I always have to analyze everything to death?
Strong arms wrapped me up and pulled me against a hard chest. Or lips stayed together, our tongues dancing in a delightful exploration.
I knew Tom.
But I didn't know this Tom.
The more we kissed, the more turned on I became. Until I wanted nothing more than to pull him into me, but his hands were only just beginning to explore my naked body.
Across my back.
Down my spine, my body arching and pressing my breasts against him. Something I suspected may have been the point. He love
d boobs.
Then he broke the kiss. I moaned, almost a whine, but his lips pressed against my neck settled me back down. A powerful flow of pleasure exploded from his lips down my body.
He didn't spend much time on my neck despite what I might have hoped. Instead, moving downward to my breasts. The elves had been interested in my chest, but that seemed a pale obsession compared to Tom. He kissed and sucked my breasts until I thought they might come right off. Meanwhile, my head spun with desire.
Like before, magic grew around us. This time it seemed centered on me as if I pulled it from Tom. Was that possible? Nothing I’d read suggested it was.
His suckling drove me crazy. My body trembled with need.
Finally, I couldn’t take any more.
"Tom," I groaned.
He ignored me.
"Tom!" I snapped.
Breaking off, he looked at me.
I touched his stubbled cheek. What an odd feeling. Rough and soft at the same time. The stubble tickled my hand as I traced his jawline. "I need you," I whispered.
His eyes widened, but he nodded.
And jumped off the bed.
I groaned. Where was he going?
But I should have realized. He wasn’t yet undressed. And I needed him undressed.
HIs simple clothes were shed quickly. My breath caught at his cock. Hard, long, and thick. Unlike Sar's. So unlike the elf's. No wonder Sar had worried about human males getting to his elven female friends.
My heart hammered. Fear and lust. Could I even take this? I'd felt Sar's, how I was supposed to fit Tom’s monster cock in me?
But Tom returned to our bed. He turned me onto my back, and I lifted my knees as he positioned himself between my legs. I could do this. I had to.
"Go slow," I said. Hoping he took it well. His smile was reassuring.
His first touch light. The head of his cock moving between my lips.
Slow, as I'd asked.
I bit my lip, a hiss of breath slipping from my mouth.
More.
Deeper.
He filled me.
Stretched me.
And it felt wonderful.
His movements were slow, unlike the more frenzied pace I'd ended up with Sar. Was it right to think of another man while fucking a different one? I didn't know. I was new to this! Maybe I'd need to ask Anna.
I'd already been turned on by our kisses, by Tom's examination of my breasts. But it had faded to the back of my mind at the sight of his cock. The flood of desire rushed back as Tom moved in me.
"Faster," I whispered.
His face was scrunched as if in pain, with sweat trickling down his cheeks. He moved faster though.
I pulled him down against my breasts, digging my fingers into his back. Being pushed down into the bed felt wonderful. Incredible.
I was desired. Wanted.
"Faster," I demanded into his ear. I could picture his ass moving, tightening to follow my commands. My lust. I could have watched had I wanted. Splitting vision wasn't that hard.
Not this time though.
I threw my head back. Lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.
The pleasure grew higher.
"More," I demanded. "Gods, more!"
The slap of flesh filled the otherwise quiet room.
"Oh, Gods!" I screamed. My pussy clenched around his cock. My body tightened and spasmed in a serious of pleasurable explosions.
Tom roared. His cock swelled inside me. Warmth exploded into me. Too bad I didn't need human semen. Come to think of it, why wasn't human semen an ingredient?
I rode the orgasm to the end, before collapsing back on the bed. Tom fell on me and then rolled off, his powerful arms wrapping me up into a fierce hug.
"Gods, John. I needed that."
John.
That's who I was.
Not this woman Anna had called Joan.
What had I just done?
And could I do it again?
Chapter 9: Orc Orgy
Waking in the arms of a lover was becoming something of a habit for me. The whole sex thing was also killing my ability to get any sleep. I'd lost track of the number of times we'd had sex last night. Many. So Many. I ached in a happy place. I could get used to it.
No!
Why was it that a little good sex sent me running for the, "I'll just stay a woman," button? Gods.
Tom was sitting at the table, chatting softly with Anna as I woke. Great. Both of my lovers were talking with each other as if I wasn't just laying here naked. Not helpful! I flushed and pulled the sheet up to cover my head. Maybe if I stayed quiet, they would go away and I could just pretend nothing had happened.
"Time to get up, butterfly," Anna said in a chipper voice.
"Butterfly?" I asked from my cocoon. Oh.
Anna laughed. "Emerge my beauty!"
I sighed. I had to stop obeying her, but I did need to get out of bed. Didn't I? It's not like I had anything to do. Except find an orc and a troll. I sighed. Every day that passed made it more likely that my master would come to the consultation building and discover me. I had to wonder why he hadn't sought me out already? Didn't he notice that his apprentice was missing?
A last sigh and I stood with the sheet wrapped around me. Something cold and slimy traced down my inner thighs. Oh gods. Tom's semen! Wait. His semen?
Tom grinned. "We've both seen you naked already."
"You know about that?" I asked, but my mind was elsewhere. I'd had sex with two men now. Just how female was I?
"Anna mentioned it."
I glared at her, but she just popped a chunk of bread in her mouth. Her small, red-lipped mouth. Which could be on my breasts even now. If I just dropped the sheet. No! I had more important things to worry about.
"Could I get pregnant?" I asked.
Both stopped eating to stare at me.
"That's... not something I considered," Anna said.
"Me either, and I should have." I sighed. I could whip a potion that would eliminate the risk. I did it for many of the women of the village, including Anna. That was one of the many objections the priests at the temple had about wizards. We interfered with the natural increase of their flocks.
But people should have the right to decide when they were going to have children. What good was it for a serf family to have another child when they could barely feed the five they had? I even gave out the potion at a discounted rate for the serfs, something I don't think my master had discovered yet. Or he wouldn't have been happy with me.
Still, I understood the other side. Was magic natural? Or against nature? I didn’t want to get into philosophical arguments. Which meant I had to make a choice. I’d chosen to help the women who came to me. I didn’t know if it was right or wrong.
"Can you tell?" Tom asked with a sour look on his face.
Oh. Right. He had a chance of being the father if I was pregnant. More than a chance, really. Human seed was more potent than elven.
I sighed again. Of course I could tell. I closed my eyes and concentrated. The magic swirled around me as I whispered words from the healing magics. My body tingled. But nothing. I knew what the spell would reveal if I was pregnant, I'd cast on enough pregnant women to know. I was fine. For now. A second spell cleaned my body of the potential avenues of pregnancy.
I wobbled and sat back down on the bed. There was a reason wizards used potions and enchantments so often. They were force multipliers. A potion contained far more magic than the wizard put into it. I could cast the cleansing spell every time I had sex, and I'd never get pregnant. But that meant I'd have to remember each time. Something I feared wasn't possible. What if I was in a hurry?
Yeah. I'd need a potion before the next time. At least that one didn't require crazy ingredients. Which was an oddity. Why did a spell of transformation and body swap require semen, but a spell to prevent pregnancy only required natural herbs? It was something I was going to have to investigate when I became a master myself.
"Joan?" Anna
asked. "You with us?"
"Uh. Yeah. I'm not pregnant. And safe for now. I'll make a potion to keep that state."
"You don't want to be a mommy?" Anna teased.
I touched my stomach. It could swell with life. Magic was life-affirming. Every time I used it, I was reminded that I was a living creature. What would it be like to carry a person within me? To bring life to the world for real?
I swallowed. That was not a scenario I should be thinking about. Curiosity would get me pregnant! "No," I said.
Tom's shoulders slumped as if he'd been tense. A sickly grin crossed his face. Apparently, I wasn't the only one not ready to be a parent.
Anna just laughed. "Changing the subject, did Tom tell you about the orcs?"
"Orcs?" I said, standing to join them at the table. I did keep my sheet wrapped around me. That was a fight. Both people now attracted me and apparently me to them.
Although...
Hadn't Tom said something about sending Anna to me?
"Did you try to find me on Revival Night?" I asked Anna while grabbing a piece of bread and some butter.
She paused. "I did, but your master chased me off."
"Huh." So, I could have lost my virginity as a man too. That... was interesting. What would it have been like to have sex with Anna as a man? Would she still be willing after I transformed?
"You wizards are weird," Tom said, still chewing bread.
"Hm?" I asked. Would I want to have sex with Anna again as a man? Would she want to have sex with me when I was a man? Had she just had sex with me because she was still operating under Tom's instructions. That didn't make sense either. Anna didn't strike me as the type who obeyed any instructions.
"I was coming of my own accord," Anna said softly.
I looked at her.
"You're always glazing off," Tom said.
Anna and I looked at him.
"What?" he asked.
Anna covered a giggle while I just shook my head. "Nothing."
Orcs.
"Wait a minute. What was that about orcs?"