by Dante King
Eventually, the burning of the ‘sacrificial victim’ took place. The effigy was hauled by its three bearers and hoisted in a dignified manner up into the arms of the monkey. Then, in a suitably mystic and august gout of silver-black fire, the shrouded effigy was set alight. The outer wrappings burned and shriveled like chip packets in a campfire to reveal—
“A sex doll?” I blurted out.
It wasn’t just a sex doll, it was a pinata.
And it exploded after sitting in the monkey’s arms for only a few seconds.
Candy and fairies, tiny winged bottles of grog, and sparkling fireworks flew out of the burst effigy in all directions. The monkey statue opened its mouth and music poured forth. The gathered throng erupted in cheers. Corks were popped, and cloaks were thrown aside by the dozen figures on the stage.
“What the fuck is this now?” I asked over the swelling cacophony of noise.
Aunt Ruth shoved a goblet of something fizzy and smoky into my hand. Great Granddaddy Gorlbadock took me by the elbow and pointed across the lake, which now looked like molten silver in the light of the Chaos Magic fire.
“Have you learned your lesson, boy?” he asked me.
“My lesson?” I asked.
“Can you see the point of all this?” Great Granddaddy Gorlbadock pressed me.
I thought for a moment. I gazed across the water at the water at the monkey statue, lit with occult fire.
“It’s a lesson about Chaos…” I said slowly, sipping my drink.
The old man next to me smiled. Just for a second.
“Chaos…” I said.
“Chaos is the oil that greases the wheels!” Great Granddaddy Gorlbadock growled and raised his own goblet.
I looked around, raising my own goblet. “What’s next in the ceremony?”
“Next,” Great Granddaddy Gorlbadock said, “we drink!”
The music swelled, and dancers filled the forest. The stars peeking through sable fingers of bare tree branches glowed bright above our heads.
“All right,” I said, “then we drink!”
Enwyn, Mallory, Aunt Ruth, and Leah were gathered round, the supernatural black and white flames giving them a pleasant glow.
I raised my goblet higher. “We drink to Chaos!”
Chapter 5
Enwyn and I skipped across the pristine, untouched snow that ran down from the enormous log-constructed main house of the ranch. Our booted feet punched holes into the crisp virgin snow, twin rows of black dots stitched into an acre square of perfect blankness.
Ahead of us, the trees of the fir forest surrounding the ranch reached up into the starry night sky like the sable silhouettes of Yuletide trees drawn by a child. There were a few deciduous trees scattered among the pines and their bare branches clawed up at the heavens like the crooked, frozen fingers of the dying.
I wasn’t sure whether it was the copious amount of mixed alcohol that I had imbibed, or whether the monochromatic landscape really was as stunning as all that, but there was something very poetic about the contrast of the black shadows lying flat on the unblemished snow.
The shadows were so sharp, deep, and well-defined that they looked like tree shapes cut from a spotless white cloth.
Enwyn’s hand was warm in mine as I led her through the crunching, squeaking snow and into the edges of the trees where our large canvas tent had been pitched.
The tent looked more like a yurt than the type of a shitty triangular affair that my uncle had once tried to take me camping in back on Earth. It appeared to be tall enough for me to stand up in. It was as wide across as a school bus, and a black metal chimney protruded from the top of it. Snow piled up the sides and on the roof, but the doorway was quite clear. A welcoming sliver of warm, orange light peeped from between the two tent flaps. The smell of wood smoke permeated the still night air and gave the whole scene an unreal quaintness.
“This is my kind of camping,” I gasped as we slowed down and walked the last ten yards. My breath plumed out in front of me, feathery and insubstantial. Planting my feet abruptly, I pulled Enwyn to me, and we kissed under the blazing white stars.
Enwyn’s warm hand snaked into the depths of my coat and ran across my stomach and down…
My own hands reached south, lifted the black coat that she was wearing, and kneaded the Fire Mage’s juicy buttocks together. Enwyn let out a slow, longing-filled breath that tasted like wine, even as her tongue continued to dance playfully against mine, writhing like a miniature belly dancer.
“Fuck this,” I groaned between kisses, “let’s get inside out of the cold.”
“You’re cold?” Enwyn murmured as she rubbed at my cock through my pants.
“Hell no, I’m not cold,” I said. “But if we undress out here, I soon could be.”
Enwyn chuckled, bit my bottom lip, and stretched it out just to the point of pain before releasing it.
I licked at my lip. I tasted blood.
“You savage,” I muttered. “I didn’t take you for the type…”
Enwyn grinned back at me, her teeth bright in the light of the moon filtering through the branches of the trees surrounding us.
“It’s the glasses, isn’t it?” she quipped. “You get lured into expecting a goody two shoes, but the reality is—”
“A wild harlot?” I suggested.
“I guess we’ll see just how much wildness you can bring out of me,” Enwyn said, her spectacles turning into opaque rectangles as she looked directly at me.
That was enough for me. We ripped open the tent flap, my arms reaching around from behind Enwyn as she led the way inside, my fingers fumbling at the clasps of her coat.
“Finally, my sugared plums,” said Leah Chaosbane.
She was lying on a king-sized, log-constructed bed piled high with furs of a multitude of different hues and levels of shagginess. Her long, model’s body was draped quite comfortably across the bed.
It was a good thing that the fire was roaring away, because what Leah was attired in did not lend itself much in the way of thermal coverage.
She was dressed in the skimpiest set of red lingerie that I had, not just ever seen, but ever imagined. The bra component looked like they constructed out of the same amount of material as the average handkerchief. The panties were… Well, they were something, all right—although they were barely anything at all, if you wanted to be technical about it. They covered just enough to spur my imagination into overdrive, while showing more than enough to ensure that it didn’t have to drive too far.
“You’re a liar,” my tongue said, after I had picked it up off the ground and picked bits of fluff and fur off it.
“Oh, I know that generally,” Leah said placidly, running one bright pink nail across her stocking-covered thigh so that the thin material laddered in the wake of her finger, “but you sound like you have something specific in mind.”
“Well,” I said, “you did say back at the border burrow that you weren’t a big underwear wearer…”
A slow, lazy smile spread across Leah’s face.
“So I did,” she said. “What an excellent memory you have.”
There was a shimmer in the air around the pink-haired vixen.
The lingerie melted away into wisps and tendrils of red smoke.
“You see,” Leah said pragmatically, “I never tell fibs when it comes to things that are that close to my heart.” She reached down and ran a sensual hand across her silky thighs, brushing across the naked mound of her sex and tickling at her clit with little finger. “Or things that are that close to my naughty bits, truth be told,” she said breathily.
The sound of the fire burning in the grate was loud in the silence created by Leah’s sudden disrobing. In those few moments, when no one moved a muscle, my eyes swept the tent.
The interior of the tent was as far removed from most people’s traditional notion of camping as it was possible to be. The floor under my feet was solid wood, elevated slightly from the iron-hard ground below, and covere
d in rugs. There was a goddamn stone hearth and fireplace directly across from the bed—which, I suppose, explained the chimney. A few pieces of wooden furniture were placed around the room and, in one corner was—
“A hot tub!” I said incredulously.
“Well, duh, honey bunny!” Leah said.
She stretched her arms over her head, flattening her small, pert breasts out so that her pink nipples pointed up at the ceiling. The muscles in her skinny torso stood out, like they had been drawn on by a make-up artist.
“Do you have any idea how dirty Chaosbanes and their guests are by the end of an evening’s frivolities?” Leah continued. “Every tent has a hot tub. They’re all dug out of the ground and filled with natural mineral waters that are heated geothermally—or so Reggie once tried to explain to me.”
I looked down at myself. Then across at Enwyn, who was unfastening the clasps on the front of her coat, even as her eyes were fastened on the nubile figure lying on the bed in front of us.
“I do feel a little… grubby,” I said.
Leah flowed bonelessly to her knees so that she was kneeling at the edge of the large bed, just in front of me and Enwyn. She took the Fire Mage’s hands in hers and sniffed.
“Oh yes,” she said. “You are filthy. Let’s get you out of those clothes and into some nice, hot water.”
I’d say that mine and Enwyn’s clothes were on the floor in under ten seconds. It was the exact amount of time that Leah needed to roll off the far side of the enormous king-sized bed and step down into the sunken hot tub.
On closer inspection, when Enwyn and I padded around the bed, I noticed that the hot tub was literally a hole scooped out of the earth of the forest floor, sealed and smoothed with sorcery. Hot water, milky with mineral deposits, flowed in from a channel on one side of the tent and flowed out again through a channel on the other side.
It was a simple set up, but oh so effective.
Leah was already waiting for us, lounging on one side of the hot tub, basking in the water up to her nose, when Enwyn and I entered. I couldn’t see her smile, of course, as it was obscured by the milky color of the water, but her dark Chaosbane eyes were turned up at the corners.
I momentarily worried that there might be some sort of female friction between Leah and Enwyn. But I remembered the sight of the practically naked, prostate form on the bed when Enwyn and I had entered the tent.
I needn’t have worried.
Enwyn and I had slept together a few times now, and she had been with me from the very first day that I had set foot in this strange world. I still remembered the first time that I caught a glimpse of her womanly wiles and delights, while she had been taking a shower in my uncle's shop, after I had accidentally exploded one of her work colleagues. She had been my first peep into the female side of the Avalonian Kingdom, and still she got my pulse racing.
Leah, on the other hand, was an unknown entity. She was as capricious as the sea, as unpredictable as the movements of a shoal of fish, as dangerous and clever as a shark. She was the new kid on the block and, as such, there was an element of the unknown about her.
I had fantasized alot about this moment—about what Leah Chaosbane might be like in the sack. If she was half as crazy and as impulsive in the bedroom as she was outside of it, I would be lucky to come out of this encounter completely unscathed.
Definitely not unchanged.
Judging by the mischievous and excited smile playing around Leah’s lips as she sat up and surfaced from the hot pool, she had come to a similar conclusion.
“Come,” she said, with water streaming down her slender neck and perky breasts, “here.”
Enwyn and I stepped down into the organic-looking hot pool. The water lapping at my knees was deliciously warm, the perfect temperature. The milky, gently flowing water had a wholesome mineral tang to it, a smell somewhere between earth and sea.
Enwyn instantly dropped down to her hands and knees, so that her perfect ass was pointing in my direction, just visible over the top of the water. She crept slowly and seductively toward Leah. The pink-haired minx reached out and pulled the raven-headed Fire Mage toward her, and they kissed hungrily.
“Don’t want to break these now, do we?” Leah said, pulling away from Enwyn and gently taking her spectacles from her pretty porcelain face. “It won’t be me who fucks you blind.”
She tossed the glasses carelessly over her shoulder. Instead of falling out of sight, the spectacles spread their arms and flapped over to one of the bedside tables and alighted there like a bird coming in to roost.
“How…“ I started to say, but the rest of my question stopped in mid-sentence.
There are some sights, such as the spectacle of two women softly running a sponge over each other’s jugs while making out, that will snatch the words clean out of your mouth and toss them away.
For a couple of minutes, I simply stood dumbfounded in the hot pool, with the gently flowing mineral water lapping around my thighs, and watched the erotic show play out in front of me. My cock twitched, as the two mages kissed sloppily, tongues licking and lapping at mouths. It was fair to say that all but one of my muscles had started to relax thanks to the fantastically hot water.
Eventually, I managed to pry my eyeballs away from the sight. Watching was fine in its own way, but I wanted to tag in and get involved. A man could only stand on the periphery and let two stunningly hot women go through the foreplay handbook for so long.
I slipped further into the white water, though my eyes continued to move slowly over the glorious sight of the two naked females in front of me.
“I think we should definitely make it a required post-party and post-mission relaxation technique back at the frat house,” I said as Leah disentangled herself from Enwyn for just long enough to shut off the faucet.
“Well, we could broach it to Barry, couldn’t we?” Enwyn said innocently. “I’m sure he could have a hole dug out in your yard in a matter of seconds. I’m sure your other fraternity brothers are not going to baulk at a little landscaping if it means that they can bring girls home and entertain them in a hot tub. I don’t think such a facility ever hurt a young man’s chances when it came to bedding the opposite sex?”
Leah tittered with amusement as she dipped her sponge back into the water and rubbed it over Enwyn’s chest. Enwyn’s big, dark nipples stood up like a couple of guardsmen coming to attention under Leah’s surprisingly gentle ministrations.
“Damn me, but it’d have to quite the hole if that Earth Mage of yours wanted to ever make use of it,” the pink-haired Chaos Mage said as she sponged Enwyn’s shoulders and neck. She ran her hands over the Fire Mage’s slick skin, causing goose flesh to rise for an instant.
Enwyn sat now, like a queen, leaning against one end of the spacious sunken hot tub, while Leah administered to her. Enwyn’s legs were spread wide, and Leah was nestled up against the slightly fuller figured woman as she cleaned her down. Enwyn groaned gently and slipped a hand beneath the surface of the milky water. She began to rub at Leah’s crotch while the Chaos Mage continued to smooth the sponge over her tits, gently chafing Enwyn’s nipples with the slightly abrasive sponge and, every now and again, leaning forward to bite the skin around the other woman’s nipples.
As I watched, entranced, I reached out and ran my own hand over Leah’s wet back. It was only then, in the dim firelight coming from the hearth, that I realized the Chaos Mage’s back was covered in a series of small—and not so small—scars.
There was a smattering of little puckered marks running up one flank and across her shoulders. A couple of longer slashes of white scar tissue decorated her lower ribs, and a star-shaped scar lay an inch to the right of her spine, almost dead in the middle of her back.
“I feel your eyes on me, Creation Mage,” Leah said, the sound of laughter in her voice. “Care to hazard a guess at how I got them?”
“You’re a Chaosbane, so… falling down the steps of the library while on your way to some temple or
other to offer up heartfelt prayers to some deity or other?”
Leah threw back her head and laughed. Then she turned and looked at me, her face suddenly dead serious, and said, “Good guess? How did you know?”
I snorted and slapped her ass.
“You can tell me after we’re done here,” I said, running my hand across her wet buttcheeks and squeezing each of them in turn.
“Good idea. You better join us then, Justin Mauler,” Leah growled, giving Enwyn’s nipples a firm tweak so that the other woman gasped and bucked up against her. “You still look a little soiled.”
My cock throbbed with a building lust and intensity that almost had me tearing the women apart so that I could plunge myself into one of them. Here I was, with a curvy MILF on one side and a gymnast-cum-cosplay woman on the other.
What a way to bring in my very first Yuletide.
“You just sit back and let Leah and I clean each other up a little more first though,” Enwyn purred, a wicked grin lighting up her usually composed and reserved features. I liked her with her glasses off. There was something particularly sexy about it. As if she had divested herself of the very last bit of her usual propriety.
“You want me to wait?” I said, unable to keep the note of longing from my voice.
“Like the gentleman that we all know that you aren’t,” Enwyn Emberskull said.
I moaned and reached for the black-haired beauty, but Enwyn slapped my hand down.
“Then Leah and I will take care of you,” she said, in her most prim and proper secretary’s voice. “You just sit back and enjoy the show for now.”
I did as I was told. I had learned enough in my time at the Mazirian Academy to know that, very occasionally, it was prudent to bow to your superior, whether it be in the training arena or in the hot tub.
Enwyn squirmed against Leah’s wet, lithe body, sending the water sloshing about like a tempestuous ocean. Leah’s hands continued to glide over Enwyn’s porcelain skin, occasionally leaving nail marks in their wake. She carried on toying and teasing the older woman’s nipples for a while, until I could see that they were stiff enough to cut through a block of diamond. Then, slowly, deliberately, she moved her hands down, under the opaque water, following the humping motions that Enwyn was making in the watery depths. Enwyn moaned loudly and started to fuck Leah’s hand as the other woman fingered her with reckless abandon.