Creation Mage 6

by Dante King

  All this was happening under the water, obviously. Out of my sight maybe, but not out of my mind. Just because I could not see precisely what was going on did not detract from the scenario. In fact, the whole situation was almost made sexier because of that. I had seen how Enwyn, at least, liked to get down, and knew exactly how she liked to get off, and my imagination easily stepped in to fill in the blanks.

  In saying that, I was champing at the bit to get my hands on Leah Chaosbane.

  It was all I could do not to jump in there myself, as the two beautiful females finger-fucked one another. The longer I held out though, the better and more of a pleasure-fest it would be when I finally allowed myself to dive headlong into the action.

  Every now and again, both Enwyn and Leah glanced directly at me as they played with each other, their mouths open, tongues moist and stuck between their teeth, eyes brimming over with pure carnality.

  “Do you like watching, Justin?” Enwyn asked.

  “Of course he does, you little minx,” Leah said. “Just look at him. He’s. . . ughhh.”

  Leah started bucking more and more forcefully against Enwyn’s hand, grinding hard against her, forcing her back into the corner of the spa bath. Despite being the slighter woman, a sexual frenzy drove her and lent her prodigious strength. The muscles across her shoulders stood out like cords. Spit flew from her lips as she snarled and giggled to herself.

  “That’s it, that’s where I want it, right there,” the Chaos Mage said into the other woman’s ear, all the while looking at me. She gave Enwyn a couple of playful little slaps across the face, bringing a blush to her pale cheeks.

  Her motions became jerkier, even more forceful. Enwyn grunted and gasped as Leah crushed her into the corner of the natural hot tub, but continued pleasuring the woman under the hot, milky water.

  Suddenly, Leah convulsed, the muscles in her back tightening. She let out a scream of pleasure. Then she suddenly stood up in the hot tub, water cascading down her thighs and legs. She was breathing hard, her abdominals showing down her long torso. She grinned at me.

  “That was a close one!” she giggled. “Almost let myself get carried away there! Almost overstuffed myself with the starter and didn’t leave any room for the fucking main course!”

  “Now,” she said, her dark eyes glittering with bad behavior yet to be done as she turned them on Enwyn, “it’s the turn of our good, wholesome Academy administrator here.”

  Leah held out her hands, and Enwyn grasped them. With surprising ease, the Chaos Mage hoisted Enwyn up out of the bath and sat her on the edge of the sunken tub.

  “Stay right there,” she said.

  She spread the other woman’s unresisting legs so that she was almost doing the splits on the edge of the tub. Enwyn inhaled sharply, as water ran down between her heavy, heaving breasts, down the planes of her flat stomach, and over her wide open, soaking, pink sex.

  “I know we haven’t known one another that long, cutie pie,” Leah whispered, her lips almost brushing the Enwyn’s pelvis, her breath tickling at the opening of her clit and lips, “but I’ve always been of the opinion that if one wanted to get laid, they should attend the Academy, if they wanted to get educated, they should go to a fucking library.”

  “Well, technically I’m part of the Academy,” breathed Enwyn, smiling. “Looks to me like your theory is sound.”

  ”So, what you’re telling me is that, technically, I’m enrolled once again!” Leah said, and pulled Enwyn’s crotch hard up against her face. “Tell me what you think of my choice of majors.”

  Leah went down on the other woman like a hungry dog devouring its breakfast, tonguing and slurping at Enwyn’s slit while the other woman ground her pelvis into the manic Chaos Mage’s face.

  Leah was submerged to her shoulders in the hot tub, while Enwyn had her legs stretched as far as they could go.

  I had the best seat in the house. Beside the two panting women in the capacious tub. Hot water up to my shoulders. Enwyn’s soaking wet pussy close enough to touch. I was close enough to see the smears and flecks of her girl juice covering Leah’s face as she probed at Enwyn’s box with her tongue, running it in circles around her clit.

  Leah grunted and growled like some feral beast while she ate Enwyn out. She used her fingers to open the other woman’s vaginal lips as wide as she could so that she could get her tongue as deep as she could manage.

  Showing her flexibility, the female Chaosbane stood up out of the water again and bent at the waist. This meant that she could continue practicing the tongue tornado on Enwyn while giving me a view that wouldn’t leave me until the day I died.

  I reached out, slid my hand up one long, wet leg, and gave her backside a playful swat. Leah gasped but carried on working on Enwyn with her tongue and lips.

  It did not take long, a few minutes at most, before I couldn’t take it anymore. Happily, this feeling coincided with Enwyn breathlessly saying, “Get in here, Justin, please! This is… this is wonderful, but it could be so much better. So much steamier. Take Leah. Take her. Take her now.”

  “Yeah, Justin,” Leah somehow managed to say through a mouthful of pussy, “how come you’re not involving me, huh?”

  I surged up out of the water and, in one smooth motion, grabbed Leah by her hips and thrust into her gaping, tight sex from behind.

  Leah cried out with pleasure, reaching backward to spread her asscheeks for me.

  With that insertion, a surging tingle of magic flowed through me, from the tip of my cock all the way through my body to the ends of my hair and toes. It was a feeling that I couldn’t really quantify, a roiling confusion of energy that ripped through me, but I had never felt the likes of it before.

  It was Chaos. Pure Chaos. It was the feeling of being capable of anything and everything, of being able to hold the very best and the very worst of yourself in the palm of your hand. It was the feeling of being your own boss, of being answerable to yourself and yourself alone.

  Leah cried out in ecstasy as I pumped away at her doggy-style, my balls slapping into her clit with a wet smacking sound. With every stroke, her face was forced into Enwyn’s crotch. Soon, all three of us were grunting and gasping like we were running an epic marathon.

  The weird energy I had felt on first entering Leah morphed into the more identifiable feeling of a need that required fulfillment. It was building and building and building.

  Leah reached back with one hand and slipped a pink-nailed finger into her own asshole. I have to say, it was probably the most impressive feat of multi-tasking that I had ever witnessed.

  “Harder, harder, harder!” she ordered me, her words jerking out of her as I rammed my rod into her.

  I took the not-so-subtle hint and started fucking her with a renewed vigor. Trying to touch some place inside of her that would send her over the edge.

  “Wait, wait, I’m close, I’m close!” Enwyn suddenly cried out after a while. Her fingers were tangled in Leah’s pink hair, pulling it out of the schoolgirl pigtails. “Justin come here and finish me off!”

  I didn’t need to be told twice.

  I pulled out of Leah, the Chaos Mage moving obediently aside and smacking my ass as I sloshed past her, while Enwyn lay back on the tiled floor. She was still on the edge of the sunken hot tub, but her back was now lying on the rugs and furs that littered the floor. The firelight danced off the drops of water on her naked body, turning the water droplets to shining silver beads. She opened her legs wide and pointed them at the tent ceiling.

  I grabbed Enwyn by the ankles, forced her legs as wide as they would go, and speared her with my cock. It took only a few minutes of furious fucking before she started moaning and whining. Then, as I thrust into her, she abruptly convulsed and screamed in pure unadulterated satisfaction.

  I pulled out, and a gush of liquid flowed out of my cock as Enwyn came like a storm cloud bursting, her girl cum flooding over my pelvis. Her face screwed up as she inhabited that middle world between intense pleasure
and delectable pain.

  At the touch of hands on my shoulders, I turned to see Leah right behind me.

  “Fuck me,” she said simply. “Spin my fucking head.”

  I gave my head a little shake.

  “Not here,” I said in a hoarse voice, thick with longing. “On the bed. After we climax, I want us to be comfortable in our own space, laid back and chilled out.”

  Leah didn’t waste words. Instead, she hopped out of the bath, wiped water from her body with her hands, and jumped with a girlish cry of delight onto the huge bed.

  Hurriedly, I scooped up the still prostrate form of the orgasming Enwyn and deposited her on the rugs in front of the fire.

  I turned toward the bed.

  In the dancing shadows and orange glow of the fire, Leah looked like some sinuous she-devil kneeling on the bed. She swayed in anticipation, running her nails over her body. She bit her lip and made a high little whining sound in her throat.

  “You look like you’re waiting for someone,” I quipped.

  Leah launched herself at me.

  She might have been built like a rapier, but she hit like a goddamn sledgehammer; all tight, hard muscle, taut abs, and sinewy arms that shocked me with their strength. Her nails raked across every exposed bit of flesh that she could get her hands on as she sprung at me like a cougar on heat and wrapped her legs around me.

  With a grunt, I caught her slippery naked body. Her nails grazed my shoulders in the throes of her passion. As Enwyn watched contentedly from the collection of hearth rugs, I managed to wrangle Leah into a position that allowed us to come together, and my cock slipped inside her.

  With my hands full of ass, I pressed Leah up against the smooth, giving wall of the tent, pounding into her with a savagery that she clearly delighted in. The springy tent wall only served to force the Chaos Mage back into me, doubling the force of my thrusts. Her long, pink hair, free of its bindings and wet with bathwater, slapped into my face as she lunged in to kiss my neck and face like a striking cobra. Her nails dug into my back as I spun her around. We knocked a hanging mirror and a matching hanging shelf full of agricultural knick-knacks, packets of gum, and magazines that looked ancient and highly pornographic off the wall.

  “Fuck, yes!” Leah grunted, her lips mashed against mine. “That’s it. Don’t fuck me like a man. Fuck me like an animal! We’re in the woods, there are no rules here! Not on this ranch!”

  We teetered around on the spot and fell over an innocent footstool, smashing the legs off it. With the impact, a surge of animal satisfaction passed through me, vibrating through every cell of me.

  Chaos! Everything was possible. There were no limits except the ones that we imposed on ourselves.

  I could feel that chaotic influence coming from Leah. It emanated from her crotch, mingling with her juices coating my hips and cock and balls.

  It was far from an unpleasant feeling. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and the skin along Leah’s buttocks and legs turned to gooseflesh under my palms. I sensed, rather than saw, a halo of white fire surrounding the pair of us.

  What made sex with this woman so electric, so fraught with dangerous possibility, was that somewhere behind our human emotions and human needs, lurked sexual deviance begging to be let through.

  Leah and I smashed our way around the tent while Enwyn lay exhausted and content on the pile of rugs and mats and watched us, her fingers toying casually with her own nipples or, occasionally, her pussy.

  Eventually, I put Leah down a sideboard and pounded into her with a single-minded intensity that can only lead to one outcome. The pink-haired mage’s hands were behind her head, pressed flat against the tent wall. Her eyes screwed shut in rapture as we fucked, her fingers digging into the canvas of the tent and threatening to tear through into the night beyond.

  When my pumping pace had reached an unsustainable velocity, Leah arched her back, clawed desperately at my face and shoulders, and took a deep breath.

  “Yes!” she screamed and, at the exact same moment as her, I came. There was a dull rip as the heavy leather seams holding the panels of the tent together broke, letting in a pleasant burst of fresh night air.

  Both of us, it goes without saying, were too far gone to care about that.

  Reeling on suddenly rubbery legs, I carried Leah to the bed and flung her down. With an exhausted sounding laugh, she rolled around and giggled. “Oh, that was nice. A lovely lullaby with which to be rocked. Yummy, yummy, yummy.”

  Enwyn crawled up from the nest of blankets and onto the bed.

  Breathing hard, I flopped down between the two women. The meat in the babe sandwich.

  Enwyn and I lay back panting and grinning up at the canvas roof. Leah, still sitting up and looking into the fire with her back arched, slowly relaxed. The muscles across her back and shoulders visibly loosened, and she let out a long, shuddering breath which ended in a low contented giggle.

  I ran my eyes over Leah’s back, taking in the numerous battle scars that had so surprised me when she had twisted around in my lap and rode me in reverse cowgirl fashion. A little rivulet of sweat meandered its way past what was either a small sword cut or a large claw mark.

  Most of the small, puckered shrapnel scars were hidden now by her long pink hair. I had to admit that I preferred it down like that, but figured having it tied up in schoolgirl-like bunches was an effective and simple misdirection. It helped create a thin veneer of innocence for a woman who was about as innocent as a man going for a nocturnal stroll through a mansion dressed in a striped sweater and a mask and carrying a sack with a dollar sign on it.

  I laid a hand upon Leah’s petite, slender shoulder and pulled her back onto the bed to lie on my left side. On my right side, Enwyn was already breathing deeply. Her tits were pushed up against me, one shapely naked leg lying on top of the furs, her raven hair splayed across her pillow.

  Leah settled in beside me, pulled a particularly fluffy white fur over her, and snapped her fingers. One of her trademark black cigarettes appeared between her fingers, and she lit it with a wink.

  “Some magic,” I murmured. “You make it look so damned easy to use. You’re not a Fire Mage, but yet you can do shit like that. How?”

  Leah took a drag on her smoke, and the tip crackled and spat salmon-colored sparks. She exhaled a plume of clove-scented smoke from her nostrils and watched as it languidly twined itself into something that might have been Celtic knot.

  “How do you breathe?” she countered.

  “What does that mean?” I asked.

  “It means, explain to me how you breathe, right this instant, how you know how to breathe, how you know how to do it, you little sugar snap pea,” Leah said.

  I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

  “That’s how I know how to do these little handy spells, you see,” Leah said. “I can’t explain. I don’t really care to know. Life is sweeter with a bit of mystery running through it, don’t you think?”

  “Life would be dull if everything was explainable,” I conceded.

  “Right.” Leah blew another stream of smoke up toward the tent ceiling.

  I noticed the plain canvas was darkening, dots of light appearing in it. For a second, I thought that holes were being poked in the canvas above, but then I realized that more and more lights were appearing. One was far bigger than all the rest, although it was still only the size of my thumbnail: the moon.

  Leah noticed my transfixed stare.

  “Enchanted ceiling,” she said. “Standard camping spell for Chaosbanes.”

  “Big star-gazers, are you?” I asked.

  “Big medicament enthusiasts,” Leah said.

  “Ah.”

  “Now, if you put a vector to my pretty, muddled head and forced me to hypothesize on how I can work a bit of Fire Magic, though…” Leah continued. “I would probably say there’s a certain amount of potential Chaos in Fire, isn’t there? Even now, a teeny-weeny part of my brain was thinking what an adorbs spectacl
e this little tent would make were we to just fucking set it on fire!”

  The fire, burning merrily in the stone hearth, seemed to lick a little higher up the chimney at her words. Almost like a dog raising its head from its basket, unsure if someone said ‘walk’ or simply a word that sounded a lot like it.

  Without looking, Leah flicked the butt of her black cigarette at the fireplace, and it vanished into the hot incandescent heart of the flames.

  “Still, it’s a little nippy out there,” the female Chaosbane said, stretching like one sexy-ass cat and snuggling closer into me, “and I don’t much fancy walking up to the house in nothing but my skin. That’d make it four Yuletides in a row.”

  “Another pro for this blustery snowy weather, huh?” I said. “Keeping you in here with me and Enwyn.”

  Leah made a little sighing sound that sent shivers through me. It boggled my mind that the airy-fairy enigmatic woman could even sigh sexily.

  “Snow… rain… sleet, it’s all just another kind of good weather, honey bunny,” she said. “People just forget to see that, I think.”

  We lay in silence for a few moments, the crackle and pop of the slowly dying fire and the deep, even breathing of Enwyn lulling the two of us closer and closer to sleep.

  “I’m still a little disappointed that I couldn’t provide that sweet little tuchus of yours with a sexy little smidgen of Chaos Magic,” Leah said.

  I shrugged very slowly, so as not to wake Enwyn. “Yeah, I mean it would have been nice, don’t get me wrong,” I said, “but this Inscriber up at the Castle of Ascendance, the one who was apparently in cahoots with my old man, should be able to help me open up some new spell slots.”

  Leah rolled onto her side to face me. She smelled beguilingly of sweat, sex, and orange blossoms. In the fuzzy, post-coital glow, I thought that ‘Sweat, Sex, and Orange Blossoms’ would make a great title for a punk album. Maybe I could pitch it to NOFX or something.