Forbidden Arcana: Mirage

by Tamryn Tamer

  “Fuck,” Jericho groaned. He was on the verge of cumming and it seemed Mirage could tell. She sat on his cock holding it deep while grinding her hips backward and forward. Suddenly it felt like waves were rapidly sliding up and down his cock as the tip was rubbing against the back of her pussy. Within moments he started to cum. She kissed his chest and slowly moved up to his lips, then to his ear.

  “Will you fuck me in the ass?” she asked sweetly. Jericho grinned, somewhat stunned by the question being delivered with such a loving tone. She grinned anxiously, “Sorry, too much?”

  “Not at all,” Jericho beamed as he pushed Mirage off him. She immediately laid on her stomach beside him. Jericho got up on his knees and was entranced by her thick ass. He wanted to bury his face in it, but that’d have to wait for another time, he’d already cum twice and wanted the hat trick. He spread her cheeks and lined up the tip of his cock with her ass.

  “Mmmm!” she groaned as Jericho gradually slipped his large cock into her tight asshole. Jericho watched as his cock slowly slid deeper into her plump ass. Each gentle motion digging deeper and causing her to moan out until, finally, he reached the base. “That feels so good.”

  “Yeah it does,” Jericho agreed as he began thrusting at a leisurely pace. He watched his shaft slide out of her asshole before thrusting it right back in. She let out a soft whine as his pelvis pressed against her warm soft ass. The same strange sensation from her pussy started in her ass, “Fuck. What is that.”

  “You like it?” she giggled. “There are lots of ways to use my abilities other than changing my appearance. Remember that.”

  “Holy fuck,” Jericho groaned in pleasure as her insides squeezed and stroked him.

  Jericho continued to fuck her ass while gradually increasing his speed and force. After a few minutes, she was rocking forward and back from the pressure of his thrusts.

  “Fuck this dirty whore’s ass,” Mirage whined while playing with her pussy. She gradually started to shift up to her knees into doggy position making her ass look even larger. Jericho continued to pound her as she moaned, “Keep going. Cum inside my ass.”

  Jericho could feel her ass tightening on his cock as he plunged it deep inside of her. He looked down and her fingers were rubbing her clit while her other hand played with her pussy vigorously. He grabbed her ass and squeezed it hard before giving it a solid smack.

  “Fuck yes,” she whined as soon as his hand landed. “Spank me. I’ve been so bad. Tell me I’ve been bad.”

  “You’re a bad girl,” Jericho smacked her desirable ass again, slightly harder. He shifted to the other cheek and gave it a slap. He grinned and let loose a barrage of swats on her ample ass. After a few moments, her entire ass was pink and he was ready to burst. “You’re such a bad fucking girl.”

  “Fuck!” she screamed. “I’m cumming! Cum with me baby! Cum in my ass!”

  Jericho’s cock tensed and released inside of Mirage. He let out a pleasured groan as he felt her asshole stroke him relentlessly. Her thick body trembled as he remained inside of her releasing more than he thought possible.

  “Mmmm,” Mirage moaned in satisfaction. She leaned forward and hugged a pillow as Jericho’s cock slipped out of her. He stared as she wiggled her ass playfully while glancing back at him. Once again, as soon as she looked at him, she smiled and turned away, this time burying her face in the pillow.

  “You’re fantastic,” Jericho slapped her ass while laying down beside her. She peeked up at him from behind the pillow and smiled. “And so beautiful.”

  “You don’t have to keep saying that,” she said while stroking his chest. “I’m a shapeshifter. I can be whoever you want.”

  “Just be yourself,” Jericho chuckled. “That’s more than enough for me. I’m going to rest for a minute.”

  “Alright,” Mirage moved closer to Jericho and wrapped an arm and a leg around him. Her warmth spread throughout his entire body and he’d never been more relaxed. She nuzzled into him and whispered, “Thank you.”

  Chapter 7

  Confrontation and Degradation

  Mirage’s reaction to Jericho’s manor would be most accurately described as shock and awe. She squeezed his hand as she stood slack-jawed looking at the manor then back at him then back at the manor. She looked over her shoulder as if she was waiting for somebody to come out and declare it was all an elaborate joke.

  “Come on,” Jericho smiled as he opened the front door. He pulled her inside and quickly pecked her on the lips. “Welcome home.”

  “This isn’t real,” she insisted while looking around the massive entryway. “This is the size of a noble’s estate. Are you a noble?”

  “No,” Jericho laughed before pausing. “Technically I’m a Marquis of Cila.”

  “But this is Dayrose,” She said as Jericho guided her around the first floor. “Isn’t Cila the place with…”

  “It is. And I have no intention of going back if I can help it,” Jericho grimaced at the thought of wandering around the nightmarish insectoid city. She reached out to touch a flower but stopped short. “You don’t have to be nervous. It’s your home too.”

  “Jericho!” Jinx stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes shifted menacingly to Mirage and then back at him. “Another whore? Adulterer! Cheater!”

  “Master!” Ariel approached rapidly from behind. Jericho let out a grunt as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hung there. She paused and stared at Mirage who quickly released Jericho’s hand. Ariel noticed the glowing emerald eyes and smiled, “You’re a shapeshifter!”

  “Yes,” Mirage looked at Jericho somewhat embarrassed. “Nice to meet you I’m…”

  “Shapeshifter?” Jinx clenched her teeth and fists. Her eyes darted back and forth between Mirage and Jericho wondering who she was angrier at before letting out a roar. “Listen here you shapeshifting slut! There is absolutely no transforming in bed! Jericho is not allowed to have everything he wants! He is a deviant! A pervert! A good for nothing lazy oafish mage! If you give him everything he wants he’ll get bored of us, and if he gets bored of us he’ll abandon us! So absolutely not shapeshifting! Do you understand? Deceiver! Liar!”

  “Is that true?” Mirage grinned at Jericho knowingly. “You’ll get bored of us and abandon us?”

  “No,” Ariel answered for Jericho. “Jinx is just a selfish, territorial, and paranoid beast. Our master would never abandon us!”

  “That’s reassuring,” Mirage stifled a laugh. She looked back at Jinx and smiled happily. “Jinx is it? You’re so beautiful, I can’t imagine anybody getting bored of you. I’m Mirage, nice to meet you.”

  “Flattery won’t work on me,” Jinx growled. “You’re here to replace me! Shapeshifters can’t be trusted! Slag! Tramp!”

  “You said the same thing about fairies,” Jericho chuckled. “If it makes you feel any better Mirage already told me she prefers not to transform in the bedroom except for special occasions.”

  “What kind of special occasions?” Jinx approached Mirage cautiously. “Anything can be a special occasion if you make it one. Trickster. Con.”

  “Birthdays, holidays, vacations,” Mirage smiled sweetly while answering the question. “Is that going to be a problem?”

  “No,” Jinx huffed while looking up and down Mirage’s curvaceous body. She reached up and squeezed one of Mirage’s large breasts. “These are the problem! Whore! Thief!”

  “Stop that,” Mirage blushed while swatting Jinx’s hand away. She smiled kindly at Jericho who was trying not to laugh. “You couldn’t have prepared me for this? Maybe give me a heads up? Really?”

  “What could I have said?” Jericho shrugged hopelessly. He looked down at Jinx who’d shifted to glaring at Mirage’s hips, comparing them to her own athletic frame. “Personally, I think this is going a lot better than expected.”

  “Really?” Mirage smirked while blindly intercepting Jinx’s hand before it reached her ass. She pulled Jinx close and wrapped her arms around her. Her large breasts
rested on Jinx’s head. “What did you expect?”

  “Probably a fight,” Ariel answered. “Jinx is mean.”

  “Mean? I don’t see it. She just wants to feel secure,” Mirage said assuredly. “Are you spending enough time with her? Are you making her feel special?”

  “Seriously?” Jericho asked in shock as Mirage stared at him judgmentally. He suddenly felt like he’d been caught goofing off instead of working. “I’m the bad guy here?”

  “Yes,” Jinx answered while snuggling into Mirage. Her eyes focused on Jericho. “It’s all your fault. Idiot. Bastard.”

  “You’re so oblivious,” Mirage laughed while staring at Jericho’s perplexed face. She started to slowly stroke Jinx’s hair. “You’re very important Jinx. We all love you and want you around.”

  “Why is Jinx getting special attention?” Ariel whined. “It’s not fair!”

  “Jericho,” Mirage glanced over indicating for him to do something. He looked down and Jinx appeared to be actually purring into Mirage’s chest.

  “Ariel,” Jericho pulled Ariel close and started mimicking Mirage, stroking her hair. “You’re very important Ariel. We all love you and want you around.”

  “This is nice,” Ariel said.

  “I want this every day,” Jinx growled. “Jewelry, food, this. Moron. Dunce.”

  Jericho looked at Mirage. She was smiling sincerely and swaying back and forth with Jinx in her arms and something finally clicked. The gorgeous smile like a mother watching her baby sleep, her honesty and integrity, her regret over youthful indiscretions, her nurturing behavior, her maturity, and finally her curvy body and insecurity about her looks.

  “Who’s the milf?” Terra asked while strolling down the stairs in a green transparent gown. Mirage looked up and smiled at Terra but something was different. The warmth in her smile was replaced with underlying aggression. Terra must have picked up on it as well because she stopped dead in her tracks.

  “I’m Mirage,” she answered while looking at Terra’s oversized chest. Her nipples could be seen clear as day through her negligee and her red thong stood out even more. She turned to Jericho, “Never ask me to transform into her.”

  “Yes! Beast! Scoundrel!” Jinx yelled victoriously while staring up at Jericho.

  “Goddammit,” Jericho growled. Mirage gently grabbed his chin and turned his face toward her. She gave him a serious look as he pouted, “Really?”

  “Jericho,” Mirage stroked his hair and spoke in a disappointed tone. “I can be any woman in the world. How do you think it makes me feel if, of all the women in the world, you ask me to become your friend?”

  “Goddammit,” Jericho knew he couldn’t win because she was absolutely right. “Fine. Does this mean you’ll be upset if I sleep with other women? Because I kind of have some things in the works right now…”

  “I don’t care about other women,” Mirage glanced at Terra. She clearly viewed her as a threat. “Just not her.” She cleared her throat, “Although, if you are going to sleep around it shouldn’t come at any of our expense.”

  “Of course,” Jericho answered. Jinx had a similar stipulation that as long as she was fed and cared for, she was fine with him sleeping with whoever he wanted. “I got it.”

  “Good,” Mirage released Jinx who seemed to be drunk on affection.

  “That was nice,” Ariel said cheerfully as Jericho released her. She looked up at Jericho. “So, how’d it go with Cynthia?”

  “Fuck!” Jericho said while glancing around. He stretched his spirit hoping to detect her before remembering fairies hid their spirits. “Shit! Any idea where she’s at?”

  “She wasn’t in her room when I passed it on the way down,” Terra laughed.

  “Who’s Cynthia?” Mirage looked at Ariel for some type of clarification. “What’s this about?”

  “Cynthia’s my advisor,” Ariel answered. “She’ll also punish Jericho if he doesn’t bring her the Dragon’s Tongue and Lunar Roses he promised.”

  “So, she’s our master’s master?” Mirage asked confused.

  “I believe she prefers to be called his goddess,” Terra chuckled as Jericho panicked.

  “Goddess?” Mirage asked. Terra made a whip-cracking motion and Mirage seemed to instantly understand. “Ah. That kind of goddess.”

  “Sorry,” Jericho gave Mirage a quick peck. “I meant to give you more time to acclimate but I need to find Cynthia.”

  “I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine,” Mirage said as Jericho left her and the others behind.

  He sprinted to the various workrooms and couldn’t find her in any of them. He decided to start at the basement and clear the house floor by floor. The basement was clear and he sprinted back up to the first floor, running past the familiars getting to know one another. He was positive he heard Jinx telling Mirage what a no-good pervert he was.

  After a brief run around the first floor, Jericho moved up to the second floor. Terra was right, Cynthia wasn’t in her room. He sprinted around making sure she hadn’t swapped rooms before moving up to the third floor. Of course, nothing was on the third floor either.

  He finally reached the penthouse and looked around the room. Other than various piles of clothing that Jinx and Ariel had gotten into, there were no signs that anybody had been there. He was about to run back downstairs before catching long black hair out of the corner of his eye. She was in the rooftop garden.

  “Cynthia,” Jericho panted while exiting the penthouse. She turned around as Jericho came rushing out the door. He immediately handed her the herbs and was met with a hard slap. “Goddess.”

  “That’s better,” Cynthia paused and looked up as if she were checking the time on some giant invisible clock. “What a shame. It seems you’ve earned a reward. I was so looking forward to punishing you.”

  “Thank you, goddess,” Jericho was relieved to hear he’d avoided punishment. He also learned to be more careful about promising Cynthia anything. Then again, had he not made the promise he wouldn’t have found Mirage. So, really it was another instance of his rash decisions paying off.

  Jericho headed back inside and Cynthia followed behind. He was eager to get back downstairs and see how everybody was getting along.

  “Ahem,” Cynthia cleared her throat, stopping Jericho in his tracks. He turned around to see the leather-clad fairy in a wide stance with her hands on the hips. “Your reward.”

  Jericho froze as his eyes met her fiery jade gaze. She sauntered over to him, each sway of her hip pulling him deeper into a trance until she was right in front of him. She reached up and stroked his face before moving her hand to the top of his head and guiding him to his knees.

  “That’s better,” she said stepping forward so Jericho’s face was less than an inch from her. The only thing between him and her pussy was a thin layer of leather and a zipper. His heart was pounding as she stood there stroking his hair. “You’re such a good little pet.”

  Jericho couldn’t respond, all he could do was stare as Cynthia’s leather-wrapped hips swayed back and forth. He wanted her, but even more, he wanted to be used by her. She hummed to herself while continuing to stroke his hair.

  “Tell me pet,” Cynthia tugged his hair forcing him to look up at her. “Do pets wear clothing?”

  “No goddess,” Jericho said as he unbuttoned his mages coat and tossed it aside. He quickly followed up by kicking off his boots and removing the rest of his clothing. Cynthia smiled at his massive cock, already erect.

  “That’s better,” she smiled. He felt a tightening around his neck as a black binding appeared, attached to the front was a leather strap leading up to her hand. “Now you’re starting to look like a proper pet. Aren’t you happy?”

  “Yes goddess,” Jericho answered as Cynthia wrapped the leash around her palm. She tugged it to force him more upright, then leaned her hips forward and teased him by pressing her pelvis against his lips.

  “We need to establish some rules,” Cynthia said while slowly swaying her hips
in Jericho’s face. “The first rule is you will only call me goddess. I am not a lowly mistress, madam, or ma’am. Is that clear?”

  “Yes goddess,” Jericho answered as she tugged on the leash.

  “Rule two,” she continued. “The safe word is Moonlight, there is no word for slowing down and no word to restart. If you use the safe word, everything stops. I have no interest in weak pets. Is that understood?”

  “Yes goddess.”

  “Rule three,” she began stroking his hard cock with her leather boot. The cold leather slid from his balls to the tip and then back. “You will not ask questions. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will only obey, like a good pet. Is that clear?”

  “Yes goddess.”

  “Rule four,” she started moving her hips erotically and moaning as her boot moved up and down his cock. “You are not allowed to cum without permission. Now, are you excited my pet?”

  “Yes goddess,” Jericho shivered as the soft leather boot slid up his thick twitching cock. The boot kept rising, the tip slid up Jericho’s naked abs and chest, then under his chin before finally she held it in front of his face.

  “My boot is dirty,” Cynthia grinned wickedly. “Clean it for me pet.”

  Jericho grinned nervously. He hadn’t expected Cynthia to begin so strong. The boot that’d been stroking his hard cock over and over again glistened in front of him. He told himself it was no different than when he’d kissed Jinx or Ariel after going down on him and started cleaning the boot.

  “Good boy,” Cynthia giggled in delight as Jericho ran his tongue up and down her long leather boots. He sluggishly started at the tip before moving to the heel and restarting. After he finished that boot, she put her foot down and brought up the other one, careful to give his cock one long stroke before doing it. “You’re such a good bootlicker. It’s making me wet. Want to see?”

  “Yes goddess,” Jericho groaned hoping to get a glimpse of Cynthia’s delicious pussy. He dreamed of burying his face in it for hours. He continued to lick her boot until she started lowering it to the floor. He stopped licking as it moved away and felt the hard smack of a riding crop across his shoulder. She wanted him to follow the boot.