Blue Mage Omnibus: 10 Book Collection: An Epic Fantasy Romance Adventure

by Eden Redd

Vanessa pulled away and struck the bottom of her fist on his strong chest, “You are a fucking jerk.”

  Professor Hart bent down slightly and scooped her up. Vanessa stared at him with stars in her eyes. Curling her arms around his neck, Vanessa leaned her head into his strong body. Hart carried the dead woman to her bedroom, laying her in her bed. Vanessa couldn’t contain herself any longer. Sitting up, pale hands pulled at his robes. The heat between them stormed as Hart took hold of her black dress and slipped it up over her thin shoulders. Fumbling in the dark, professor and student feverishly pulled clothing off each other.

  Vanessa licked her lips as she helped him strip down. Slipping off the bed, she fell to her knees. Taking hold of his throbbing cock, she wrapped her black lips around his shaft, tasting energy rippling off his body. Hart looked down as the dead woman pressed her tongue along his shaft. Hand reaching down, fingers touched her hair. Vanessa moaned her delight as a drop of pre-come touched her tongue. Life energy bled into her body and her heart beat again and again.

  Wet sounds filled the bedroom. Vanessa bobbed her head, lips and tongue taking more and more energy. Eagerly she tried to pull his seed from him, to drink down some of his life force. Looking up, professor and student locked eyes. Raised veins along his cock pushed under tight lips. For moments, she sucked on her professor and lover.

  Hands reached down and took hold of Vanessa’s shoulders. Lifting her up, Hart gently laid the dead woman back in bed. Vanessa breathed heavy as Hart climbed into bed with her. Fingers touched her wet line, tips touching her throbbing clit. His life poured into her, igniting dead flesh with heat. Vanessa moaned and moved her hips to his touch. Pale pink nipples pointed and breasts heaved. Hands reached up to clasp on his shoulders, trying to pull him close.

  “Enjoy yourself,” Hart said with a wicked smirk.

  Vanessa’s head fell back into the pillow, gasping as his touch drove her mad. Hips moved and hands continued to pull. Hart resisted, playing with the dead woman’s clit and charging it with his life force. Nerves curled and the dead woman felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time. A dull ache filled between her pale thighs. Eyes widened and Vanessa bit her lip. Each breath turned into a gasp. Looking up, she was transfixed as the man over her continued to play with her, the gray at his temples and strong muscles moving under his thick shoulders. It was too much for her. Connecting with him, death turned into life. A pressure started to build. Vanessa gasped and begged Hart to fill her. Fingers played her clit like a well-tuned instrument. The pressure continued to build and nerves ached. Vanessa’s eyes shot open and a soul-churning moan rose up her throat.

  A deep explosion caused the dead woman to buck underneath her professor. Hart smiled as nails dug into his shoulders. Vanessa whimpered as the explosion caused her to pull Hart on top of her. The professor couldn’t fight her strength and covered her body with his. The tip of his thick spear touched her opening and sent a shiver through her warm body.

  “Don’t stop,” Vanessa whispered in his ear.

  Hart held her tight in his arms as he gently pushed into her. Walls spreading, Vanessa’s mouth made a perfect O. Inches pushed in to the hilt. Entwined, a warm and familiar comfort passed between lovers. Vanessa giggled with life igniting her dead nerves further. Her giggles turned to moans as Hart moved his hips. It was just as she remembered and it sent her spiraling into ecstasy. Another pressure started to build. The professor’s cock satisfied her empty ache within. The two writhed as hands touched each other. Thumbs smoothing over pink nipples, Vanessa bit her lip to contain her cries of pleasure.

  “I….can’t…..” Hart grunted.

  “Come in me. I want your life in me,” Vanessa gasped.

  The tempo increased as both student and professor were caught in their lust. Driving himself deep, Vanessa wrapped her arms and legs around him, not wanting to let go. The dead woman gasped again as his member thickened. Energy blazed bright and nerves flared. Professor and student cried out. Come spurted into Vanessa’s tight opening. The dead woman clutched at her lover, her own orgasm exploding. Bodies moved of their own accord, thrusting and squeezing. Vanessa held on, trying to milk every drop from him. Life caused her heart to beat rapidly in her chest. Energy and love sent warmth throughout their connected bodies.

  Professor Hart rolled off Vanessa and lay next to her, breathing heavy. The dead woman crawled on top of him, her body hungry for more. Vanessa rubbed her wet valley along his half hard cock, eager to slip him back into her. Professor Hart put a hand on her round bottom, squeezing and feeling her.

  Mist rolled off her shoulder blade. Hart and Vanessa looked to the side of the bed, mist parting and Castor bursting into view. The moth man stared with a wanting in his eyes.

  “He is hungry,” Vanessa said breathlessly, “He wants me.”

  Professor Hart grinned, “He can join us.”

  The moth man slipped into bed, his red eyes on Vanessa’s wet slit. The dead woman rubbed herself on Hart, wetting his cock further. The familiar’s loincloth disappeared, revealing his throbbing member. Taking hold of his mistress’s hips from behind, he pressed the tip of his black veiny cock to her opening. Vanessa was so turned on, she let out a long moan as he pushed into her. Hart’s cock stiffened against her clit as her familiar pushed in as deep as he could go.

  The heat from both bodies made the undead woman giggle between gasps. Thin hands and long fingers clutched at Vanessa’s waist, the moth man’s member filling her, sliding in and out. Hart kissed the delirious Vanessa as she moved with caged heat. The professor’s hands took hold of her waist, helping her to move on Castor.

  Vanessa felt her whole being vibrate and tremble, causing her lust to rise to new levels. Wicked thoughts ran through her sex soaked mind. When Hart leaned his head back on the pillow, Vanessa looked to him with mischief in her eyes.

  “Come closer, I want to feel both of you,” Vanessa whispered.

  Hart smiled and raised himself up to embrace Vanessa and Castor.

  “I want us to be one,” She repeated with a breathy tone.

  Holding onto the dead woman’s waist, the tip of his cock touched along her folds with the familiar’s cock deep inside her. The moth man pulled out after hearing his mistress’s desires. Hart moved his hips to press his cock to Vanessa’s wet line. Wetness covered both of them as Hart pushed at her opening. The professor ran his hand along the familiars toned body, sending streams of powerful mana into the starving moth man and the dead woman they both loved. Vanessa’s moans grew louder. Castor shifted his hips and pressed his member to her asshole. She felt no pain as her familiar pushed at her tight opening and stretched it open. Her pucker stretching to accommodate, she screamed as two cocks squeezed into her. The bliss turned from a wave to a tsunami. Wetness spilled as two cocks pushed into her openings. Stretched to her limit, the dead woman cried out not from pain but from unfathomable pleasure. The sensations of the cocks moving at slight different rhythms caused her to whimper. Trembling, she held onto Hart, her hips moving on both members. The pressure and act caused Vanessa’s vision to blur. An orgasm surged, followed by another and another.

  Castor moaned as his mistress’s mana glowed bright. Energy and mana flowed through his member into his magical muscles and body. Hart had a hard time controlling his own tempo in such a tight and confined space. Both cocks thickened which caused Vanessa to scream louder. Two thick streams of come burst forth. One on top of the other spurted come into her tight openings. The amount was obscene as it spilled out in small streams. The professor and familiar pushed in with all their might, filling the woman they loved.

  Spent, both Professor and familiar pulled out. Hart moved back and sat against the headboard. Vanessa crawled down his body, eyes glowing from the flow of mana. She closed her mouth over his seed covered cock, licking and sucking down every drop. Castor took hold of his mistress’s waist and pushed his cock back into her wet slit. All three moved to a perfect rhythm, bodies blazing with bliss.

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p; Vanessa pulled Hart’s cock from her mouth, “I need you again. I need you to come in my mouth like you used to.”

  Hart was silent as she took his cock back into her mouth. Sucking harder and stroking her tongue along his shaft, her hand curled around his base and stroked him up and down as she slathered all over his member as it harden again. Castor leaned forward, chest against her back; hands took hold of her breasts and rubbed her nipples.

  The dead woman never felt so alive. Passion swelled as she reconnected with her love. Tasting his seed set loose an animalistic hunger. Hart watched as she teased and sucked his manhood. The dead woman’s body quivered as Castor pushed against her firm bottom. Nipples rubbed and bodies vibrating, another orgasm roared to the surface. The moth man’s cock thickened and spurted come. Fuzzy hips pushed as he spurted more and more come while drinking in his mistress’s orgasm and mana.

  Professor Hart groaned, his cock thickening once more. Vanessa moaned her delight as his molten seed spurted into her mouth and splashed down her throat. The dead woman could not control herself as she sucked down every bit of his seed, letting life swirl in her belly and spread throughout her body.

  The moth man familiar was eager to go again. He pawed at his mistress. Vanessa turned from Hart and lay on her back. The familiar pressed his dark body against hers, pushing his cock inside. Hart looked down as Vanessa looked up at him. Hands reaching out to each other, fingers entwined. Castor thrust between Vanessa’s thighs as she looked up to Professor Hart.

  “I love you she whispered,” Eyes gazing into Hart’s eyes.

  “I love you,” Professor Hart smiled, “Feed your familiar so I can be next.”

  Vanessa grinned with half closed eyes. Her free arm wrapped around Castor’s shoulder, “I love you too my familiar.”

  The moth man made a chirping sound as he thrust deeper. Vanessa continued to hold Professor Hart’s hand as the familiar continued to feast.

  Four

  Vanessa and Hart lay in each other’s arms, the morning sun straining to penetrate the curtains. Hart was sleeping as Vanessa lay on his chest. Her eyes were open and she listened to his heart. The rise of his chest as he breathed made her feel warm and close to him. Hart’s breathing slowed and eyes fluttered. Vanessa looked up to him as he blinked in the faint morning glow.

  “Good morning,” Vanessa smiled.

  “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

  “I didn’t sleep. Didn’t need to. I have been here listening to your heart and watching you sleep.”

  “After everything we did last night, I thought you would have been a little tired.”

  Vanessa grinned, “The exact opposite, I feel like I can be up for weeks. That spells good or bad news for you.”

  Hart smiled, “I would say good news.”

  Vanessa lifted her head up and kissed him. The splendid feelings flowed and heat started to glow again. The dead woman was ready to crawl onto him when she hesitated.

  “Are we going to be okay? I mean, us being together?”

  Hart gave a slight nod, “I believe so.”

  “What if they tell you to end it? What if they want us to stop?”

  “Do you think we will stop? Do you think they can stop us?”

  Vanessa smiled, showing teeth, “No.”

  “Neither do I. We have a lot of catching up do to. In addition, I can help you with your familiar. He was very hungry and we shouldn’t let that happen again. I know Lana misses you too. The four of us should plan some nights together.”

  Vanessa’s eyes shined as she looked to her lover, “I meant it last night. I do love you.”

  “I know you did. I meant it too. I love you.”

  Vanessa felt her heart beat again, “We should do something today.”

  “I have to see the Lord Mayor in about two hours. After that I’m all yours,” Hart smiled.

  “Two hours? Just enough time,” Vanessa said and crawled onto her lover.

  Hart groaned his approval as the dead woman mounted him. Bodies moving, they gazed into each other’s eyes. Mana whipped out and took hold between them, restoring their connections. The morning sun rose higher in the air, waking the world once more, faint moans gently mixing with the bright harmony of a new day.

  ~Fin~

  Aznara’s Gifts

  One

  A figure moved through the darken Stukarr streets. Hood up and small horns emerging just beyond the covered shadows, a lone demoness walked with pain worming into her heart. Aznara stared at the cobbled path as she moved aimlessly through the deserted streets. It wasn’t that late into the evening but with talk of war, the citizens wanted to spend more time with family and friends. The red headed succubus frowned at the thought. Her only family she has ever known betrayed her and left with the enemy. The thought of Sunara caused the succubus to tighten her fists as she strolled.

  It had been about a month since her blue-haired rookery sister left with Damon Wick, taking Nia with her as a prisoner. Thoughts bled to all the moments where her sister acted suspiciously but she never questioned it. The alone time she often took and phone conversations she would cut short when Aznara stumbled upon her. They both had no one else but their elders and most of their kind were caught up in their own sex lives to be concerned with two succubi attending college far from home.

  Aznara’s blood boiled as she tried to contain her rage. Fantasies played out of knocking her sister out and dragging her home. Memories floated in of Aznara on her knees licking Sunara to comfort her but the blue haired rookery sister would never return the sentiment. Their custom would be pleasing one another for comfort but Sunara felt she was far superior, making sure Aznara pleased her whenever she commanded. Normally it didn’t bother her. It was their way and Aznara figured with time she would understand and return the affection. Instead, reality loomed over her that she was not important in the scheme of their relationship.

  Gritting teeth, the succubus glanced up to see the glowing neon lights of the Devil’s Drink Bar. The demoness nodded to herself as a need to drown her sorrows surfaced. Walking to the thick wooden door, a clawed hand reached up and pushed.

  The bar was smoky and dimly lit. The succubus couldn’t find where the smoke was coming from and soon figured it was there for atmosphere. Men and woman crowded the bar and simple booths lining the wall. Aznara guessed these were all the dregs of Stukarr without family, men and women who had no one else but each other to drink their pain away, the perfect place to stay and drink her own pain away. Grabbing hold of the edges of her hood, she pulled it back and turned her head to the crowd.

  At first, no one noticed. A man at the bar glanced at the demoness and quickly tapped his friend. A domino effect fell throughout the room until the conversations stopped and all eyes were on the demon at the front door. Aznara grinned as she walked in, no fear in her eyes. Stepping to the bar and taking an empty bar stool, a man to either side of her moved away to find seating elsewhere.

  The bartender took longer the usual to walk over and ask what she was having. When he finally did, the succubus took longer than usual to order her drink. It was a matter of seconds but to a busy bartender, each second was twenty minutes. The wide shouldered bar keep was ready to move on when Aznara asked for ale and lots of it. Practically sneering, he walked off to get her a dirty mug and filled it halfway.

  The ale was roughly put in front of the demoness. Aznara leered as she picked it up and drank it down in three gulps. Without a word, she pointed to it indicating more. The bartender moved slower while some of the patrons whispered and laughed quietly. The usual bar noise returned as the show ended. Heads turned back to drunken friends and the night slid into normalcy.

  Aznara eyed her second mug of ale. Memories played out like old movies. The succubus remembered how it was back home. Sunara was the ringleader when they were little. Aznara was her partner in crime and they would stir up trouble any chance they could. The elders would say it was perfectly fine for little demons to get in trouble
but Sunara was the one that tested it over and over again. Aznara admired her rookery sister’s keen intelligence and ability to talk her way out of punishment. The red haired demoness looked up to her blue haired sister and wanted to be just like her. Sunara was the one that kept Aznara out of trouble, grounding her mentally when her urges would get out of control. The succubus smiled to herself at a memory of the two of them sneaking into the nearby human towns. They watched with wide eyes as they sneaked around the bordellos, seeing human men and women with succubi and incubi, bodies joined and the chorus of lust song in the air. The sights would drive Aznara crazy but her sister would calm her down and lead her away when it was too much. They were the perfect combination of fire and ice. Now Aznara sat feeling less then complete.

  A finger tapped the demoness on the shoulder, “Hey demon bitch. Is it true if I show you my cock that you will fall to your knees and suck it?” The drunken patron said with a bit of a slur.

  Aznara turned her head and eyed the man. The stink coming off the patron would make a pig’s stomach curl, “I don’t see a cock. I see an idiot.”

  Several men at the bar howled with laughter. The bartender folded his arms and smirked. Heads turned from booths to see what the commotion was.

  The drunken man’s eyes narrowed, “Smart mouth coming from something like you. I should make you choke on those words with my dick.”

  Aznara kept her eyes locked on the drunk, “And keep your friends from sucking your cock?” The demoness looked past to the laughing drunks at the bar, “Why would I stand in the way of true love?”

  The men at the bar stopped laughing and stood up from their bar stools. About seven men crowded around the lone succubus as she looked on, amused. The classy drunk in front of her seemed to sober up a little as the fire of rage glowed in his eyes.

  “Yea, I know your kind. We push hard enough you will give in. You can’t help yourself. I think me and the boys should push hard on you. Show you a good time before we beat you into the ground.”