The Mage's Passion

by Reed James

  The first barguest who savaged Thrak's arm fell sprawling to the ground. It struggled to get upright. Thrak's punch had caved in the beast's eye socket. It whimpered in pain. I sent my magic out into the cobblestones of the road, shaping the rock with earth magic. A paving stone became a spike plunging up into the beast's side.

  “No,” the creature moaned, its voice far too human and feminine. It blurred and a naked, coal-skinned woman whimpered and died.

  “Do you need Sophia?” I asked as blood dripped from Thrak's arm.

  “I'm fine,” he growled, anger boiling in his dark-red eyes. His thick eyebrows, dotted with bone piercings, furrowed. “There are more to kill.”

  I formed a bandage for Thrak out of nearby grass, weaving the plants into a spongy cloth with life magic and using air to bind it about his wound. Then I strode past the dead barguest. More howls filled the night.

  ~ * ~

  Xerathalasia

  I walked through the bedroom on the third floor. Several humans huddled in the room, their eyes wide with fear. I ignored them and reached the window. I opened the glass panes and climbed out, twisting around and nimbly climbing up onto the steep slope of the room. Slate tiles covered it, cool on my bare feet as I scampered up to the roof's peak.

  The Merchant's Rest was the largest building in town. I climbed up a brick chimney and perched atop it, my nose wrinkling at the scent of soot. I peered around the inn, commanding a sweeping view of the battlefield.

  Thrak and Faoril stood on the inn's south side, the mage forming a bandage out of grass for Thrak before the pair continued their hunt for more of the beasts. Both walked with angry steps. Faoril casually burned another barguest, leaving the beast panting and gasping.

  She had changed. She had been almost in a panic the first time we were attacked.

  On the north side, Angela stabbed a barguest in the throat and kicked the beast off her sword. Sophia padded behind Angela, the acolyte clutching her enchanted dagger that glowed bright pink. My eyes scanned for more dangers. The barguest streamed in through the streets.

  Chaun's music dwindled. He seemed already near the edge of town. His song shifted and the barguests in his direction snarled and roared at each other. He was useful. And gorgeous. He was the first man with a cock which had stirred my passions. Human men were so hairy and burly. And though Chaun lacked any breasts, his delicate features reminded me of a black-skinned elf.

  I shook my head. Lingering lusts from his music still clutched at me. I had to focus.

  A barguest lunged for Sophia as Angela fought another. My arrow hissed through the air and took the beast in the side. It howled in pain and landed at Sophia's feet. The acolyte let out a frightened squeak then turned and stabbed her pink-glowing dagger into the beast's throat.

  Sophia pulled out her blade and kept moving, staying behind Angela, ready to help the knight if she grew overwhelmed. Angela dispatched her barguest and scanned the darkness, shield ready for the next. Sophia pressed back-to-back with Angela, her knife held out before her. Even though she was naked, very little fear showed in her stance.

  I shot a barguest slinking through an alley and checked on Thrak and Faoril. They were doing just fine. Another two barguest burned and Thrak ripped a third in half with a mighty heave and a bellow that half the town must have heard.

  I knocked, drew back, and fired. My arrow took the barguest slinking out of the darkness to attack Angela in a yellow eye. It fell dead, twitching on the ground. Thrak and Faoril circled around the inn, heading towards Angela's position as they dispatched the dwindling pack.

  A barguest slinked beneath a wagon, lying in wait to pounce as Angela and Sophia moved up the street. I drew back my bow, aiming at the wagon, waiting for the barguest to emerge. The muscles in my arm burned as I held the draw.

  “What are you waiting for?” I whispered.

  My ears twitched. Wings flapped above me. The bird sounded large. Too large to be natural. I pivoted around. A flaming spear gripped by a flying, naked woman—an erinyes—stabbed into my stomach.

  Chapter Forty-Four: Vengeance Interferes

  Xerathalasia

  I gasped in shock, the force of the spear's blow throwing me off the chimney and then from the point of the erinyes's spear. My stomach burned in pain. I let out a startled scream and then hit the tiles of the roof, rolling and tumbling. My bow slid down beside me and arrows clattered as they fell out of my quiver. I hurtled towards the edge while the erinyes that stabbed me launched herself into the air.

  “Angela!” I screamed right as I reached the edge of the roof.

  My fingers scrambled for the edge. I gasped as I flew out over the side, the ground far below me. My fingers slipped off the roof. I fell. My stomach rose as I plummeted. I reached out for the windowsill beneath me. My fingers grabbed it.

  “Matar's cock!” I screamed as I gripped the lip of wood hard. My shoulders ached as I arrested my fall. Pain flared in my joints. My stomach burned as I forced my legs to move. Agony shot through my body. My right arm didn't want to move, my shoulder dislocated. My feet scrabbled on the siding, my toes trying to find purchase so I could climb back onto the roof.

  “Please, please,” I gasped, fighting the pain in my stomach as I moved my legs. My fingers slipped.

  I fell again.

  I screamed as I hurtled towards the cobblestones below. I was too high. The fall would kill me. I closed my eyes. Atharilesia, holding our daughter, flashed through my mind. They were both so beautiful and I would never see them because I fell to my death from...

  Why wasn't I dead?

  I opened my eyes. I floated a foot off the ground, wrapped up in air. Faoril, standing farther down the street, shouted, “I'll send Sophia to you.”

  I groaned as she set me carefully on the ground. I clutched my belly. Abdomen wounds were terrible, but they killed you slowly. I opened my mouth, struggling to warn Faoril that another erinyes lurked in the darkness, but only a painful moan escaped my lips. I shuddered, my body curling into a ball on my side and I sobbed in agony.

  ~ * ~

  Acolyte Sophia

  Xera's scream echoed through the night. I turned around and gasped at spotting the elf hanging from the third story window. She struggled to get up, but her grip slipped and she fell out of sight, behind a house.

  “I have to help Xera,” I shouted to Angela.

  Angela turned to me, barguest blood splattered across her shield and more dripped from her sword. “Okay. I'm fine here. Be careful.”

  Angela pivoted and slashed at a barguest that burst out from beneath a wagon. Her sword slammed into the monster's skull. It flopped dead on the ground. I shuddered at the grayish tissue that oozed out of its wound.

  I ran back to the inn, my bare feet slapping on the cobblestone. I shoved a pair of fingers into my pussy. “Saphique, bless the font of my womanhood with your loving power,” I prayed, the first step to healing magic. I had to bless my pussy. A small orgasm shuddered through me, my pussy writhing about my fingers.

  I grit my teeth and kept running as the pleasure rippled through me.

  I ripped my fingers out of my pussy and smeared my juices onto my hard nipples and areolas. I rounded the corner and sighed in relief. Xera was still alive. She lay on her side, clutching her belly, blood pouring from a wound.

  How did she get a stab wound from a fall?

  That didn't matter. As I darted to her, I prayed, “Saphique, transform my virgin milk with your love. Let my milk heal the sick and infirm.”

  Heat flowed into my breasts as my breast milk, enchanted to heal, filled my tits. White beaded at my nipples. I reached Angela and fell to my knees, ignoring the bruising pain. I cradled the elf's head as she shuddered and moaned in pain, brushing a lock of green hair off her cheek.

  “It's okay,” I told her as I leaned over. “Nurse and you'll be all better.”

  Xera's lips latched onto my nipple and she suckled. I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as my milk flowed out of m
e. I stroked her forehead while her long, pointed ears twitched and her body shuddered.

  “Drink Saphique's blessing and be healed,” I purred.

  Overhead, wings flapped and something burned.

  ~ * ~

  Knight-Errant Angela

  I turned around in the night. Footsteps pounded towards me. Down a side-street raced Thrak and Faoril. There were only a few barguest howling in the night. They sounded confused. They probably expected more to answer.

  Wings flapped above me. I looked up, gasped, and moved my shield to block the diving erinyes, a burning spear gripped in her hand. The spear slammed into my shield, the point bursting through the wood right above my arm. The force of her diving impact made my shield arm go numb as I was thrown off my feet and landed hard on the ground.

  I coughed as the erinyes landed before me. She was busty compared to Injuriae, her heaving tits swaying as she folded up her wings. Gold rings pierced her hard nipples. She lowered her spear and stabbed at me.

  I raised my shield as I lay on my back. I winced as the spear thunked against the wood.

  “I can't wait to feel you eating my pussy,” I hissed at the erinyes. “You'll love it. Your sister did. She wanted to drown in my pussy juices.”

  “I'm not weak like Injuriae,” the erinyes hissed, stabbing her spear again as I scrambled back. I had to get to my feet. “I am Incessae. Remember my name when your soul is thrown into the Astral Realm.”

  Thrak bellowed and threw himself at the erinyes. She swung her spear around, aiming it right at his chest. The big orc pivoted and dodged her lunging spear. His momentum carried him around, his fist slamming at her face.

  The erinyes flapped her wings and she raised the burning haft of her spear to block. Thrak slammed into it. Fire flared. Incessae stumbled back from the force of the blow. Thrak grunted, shaking his fist, smoke rising from his knuckles.

  Faoril slid to a halt. The mage stared at Incessae. The wind suddenly swirled around the erinyes and lunged at her. Faoril sought to bind the erinyes. If we forced the erinyes to pleasure us, then Incessae would abandon her quest for vengeance like her sister Injuriae had.

  Fire flared around the erinyes and swallowed the wind.

  Faoril gaped. “Las's cum, how did she do that?”

  More fire flared around the erinyes, swallowing sudden balls of water, spikes of stone shooting up from the ground, and even other flares of fire. All the magic Faoril sent at the erinyes failed to reach Incessae.

  “How are you doing that?” Faoril gasped again. “Are you enchanted? I did not know erinyes could nullify magic.”

  Incessae ignored her. She attacked me again, her spear lunging at me. It moved in fast blurs, forcing me back. Thrak circled her, but she was nimble, taking to the air and flying over Thrak, her spear stabbing to find his flesh.

  “We need a plan,” I said to Thrak as he came up beside me, a strange bandage of grass on his arm soaked red with blood.

  He nodded. “She is skilled and nimble. We need to deny her the air.”

  “Indoors?” I suggested as Incessae advanced on us, her spear held in her grip. She could lunge it forward with surprising speed. I kept my shield raised.

  “That building,” Thrak pointed. “She's trying to kill you. She'll be forced to follow.”

  “Okay.”

  Incessae smiled at us as we plotted. She could hear every word. No helping that. But could she stop me from reaching the house? Thrak lunged at the erinyes. Her spear flicked out at his flesh. He had no weapon. He was forced to dance away. I circled around the erinyes, heading for the house.

  She was faster. She lunged at Thrak, forcing him away again, then her wings flapped and she launched herself the twenty feet across the street to land before the open door, her spear brandished at me.

  But that wasn't the only building on the street. I turned directions and raced towards a door closer to me, my bare feet slapping. Wings flapped. I raised my shield to protect my left side as I ran. She hurtled across the street, her spear flashing across my face and slamming into the door. I stopped running, turning my shield in time to catch her spear lunging for my stomach.

  “Las's cock,” I snarled in frustration.

  Music swept through the street. Chaun had returned. The changeling strolled down the street, naked and nonchalant. His fingers played a drowsy song. The erinyes flinched, shaking her head. Her eyes flared like burning coals at the bard.

  “What are you...” Her eyelids closed for a moment, then she shook her head.

  Chaun's singing grew softer, a lullaby wrapped about the erinyes. Her shoulders slumped and then she shook her head and hissed. Her wings flapped hard, and she took to the sky. Her howl of rage echoed across the town as she soared off.

  An arrow buzzed up at her. Xera had been healed. The arrow took the erinyes in the side. She screamed in rage and kept flying north, fleeing from the bard.

  “Well, I always did think I had amazing timing,” Chaun said, a confident, almost roguish smile on his lips. He stopped naked before me, his cock hard.

  The lust that the battle's excitement had only masked flared through me. I seized Chaun's dick. “You are a talented man. It was naughty of you to make all my friends and me horny then not do anything about it.”

  “Well, I tried to do something about your horniness,” Chaun laughed, his cock throbbing in my hand. “But we were so rudely interrupted by those curs and then an erinyes?” He frowned. “Why is an erinyes after you, Lady Knight?”

  “Well, that is a story,” I told him as I led him down the street. My arm throbbed, but it did little to fight against the torrent of lust surging through me.

  “I do like stories,” Chaun laughed. “I have a feeling you are in the middle of quite the epic.”

  “Are you about to offer to travel with us to record it and make a masterpiece?”

  “Well.” Chaun shrugged. “Perhaps if your tale contains enough heroics and derring-dos, its renown will polish my name clean of the tarnish afflicting me.”

  “Good thing we need you,” I said, “and not just your gorgeous body. It's not chance that we met each other.”

  “I never believe in chance,” smiled Chaun. “Fate has always led me to the most beautiful of women.”

  ~ * ~

  Thrak

  “Pater's cock,” Faoril whispered as she stared at Angela leading the changeling off by his cock.

  “Is he making your pussy wet?” I asked, amusement tinging my voice.

  “What?” Faoril said, her eyes wide. “Of course not. He's so skinny. No muscles. So weak.”

  “But with a beautiful face that just makes you wet.”

  Faoril blushed. “Are you teasing me?”

  I put my right arm around her, ignoring the throbbing in my left, and laughed, “A little. Do you want to join Angela and her new lover for the night?”

  “I think I'll have time to enjoy the changeling,” Faoril said. “Sophia called him the seductive bard. He's one of us.”

  “How will he lose his heart?”

  “Angela?” Faoril shrugged. “There are still three others spoken of in the prophecy. The silent thief, the nameless shaman, and the flaming woman.”

  “I hope the flaming woman isn't an erinyes,” I growled, glancing up at the sky. “My knuckles burn.”

  Faoril wiggled out of my arm and turned, seizing my right hand. She stared at the burn across my knuckles and kissed me. “Does that make it feel better?”

  I winced. “No, actually, that didn't.”

  Her face paled. “Sorry.”

  “It's fine. I'll heal.”

  “Or we can ask Sophia.” Faoril nodded down the road where Sophia and Xera joined Angela and Chaun. Angela leaned over and suckled from Sophia's breast, a shudder running through the knight as her injuries were healed. She stood up straight and shook her red hair off her shoulders, then she kept walking, leading the changeling by the cock.

  Oddly, Xera joined her.

  “Is he really t
hat beautiful?” I asked, surprised at the elf. She only seemed to like women though she did lament more than once about missing a real cock in her.

  “Oh, yes,” Faoril nodded, her tone wistful, then she pressed against me. “But I need my big orc warrior after a night like that.” She shuddered. “I almost died.”

  Sophia joined us. “Don't look at my body, Thrak,” she admonished as I eyed her petite charms. She covered her tits and pussy with her hands and arms. “I mean it.”

  “I have seen you naked before,” I grinned. “But I shall ogle my mage.”

  “Are either of you hurt?” Sophia asked as she stopped before us. Then she glanced over her shoulder. “He's not that pretty.”

  “Oh, he is,” Faoril sighed.

  Sophia's cheeks blushed. “Yeah, he is. Put a dress on him and I'd think he was a woman. Ooh, he made me so horny tonight with his music. I'm having terrible thoughts. I need to find that dancer again.”

  “Thrak is hurt,” Faoril said, pulling her eyes away. “Badly.”

  Sophia sighed. “Okay, kneel, Thrak, and open your eyes. No touching my nipples or breasts.”

  “I will not make you break your vows,” I promised as I knelt before her.

  She moved her arms and exposed herself, her cheeks going even redder. “Why did those barguest have to attack while we were having sex? I bet there are a dozen men watching us from the windows.”

  “Yeah,” Faoril nodded.

  “Oh, well,” Sophia sighed and cupped her right breast. She aimed her nipple at my face. Her concern for me was touching. “Open wide.”

  Sophia squeezed, milking her own tit. Two small streams of milk squirted from her breast right into my mouth. Her milk had a sweet flavor, almost like a cantaloupe, the flavor bursting on my tongue. I kept my mouth open as she squirted more and more milk into my mouth. I swallowed, the magic warming through my body. More milk splashed my lips as she kept squeezing.

  Faoril leaned over and suckled on Sophia's free nipple, bringing a squeal from the priestess.