Yvette slipped the robe from her shoulders. She wore nothing beneath it and the black linen spilled down her heavy breasts and caught momentarily on the pink caps of her nipples. She shook her ample hips from side to side and the robe dropped further, exposing her gold-thatched cunt and the forbidden shape of her thighs.
The princess took a deep breath, forced a smile onto her face, and stepped out of the pooling robe and towards the ancient wizard. He did not move from the stool but his full attention was focused upon her. Although she felt no physical attraction to the withered old Varminster, her body was aching with lust all the same.
"I will wear no robe at all if it is your will," said Yvette.
She swung her hips as she strode towards him. She fell to her knees before him and rested her hands atop his bony legs. Varminster regarded her with his drooping gray eyes and slightly spread his knees apart so that she could see the concealed flap down the front of his robe. She split it open with her fingers and reached inside, her heart pounding as she encountered the hot curl of the old wizard's cock. She wrapped her hand around it and drew it out. It was pale and marked with tiny red veins. Long as a white snake and decorated with tiny tattoos of red and blue ink around the shaft.
Although her magic was still weak, Yvette could sense the sorcery at work on the old wizard's cock. It surged to life and grew hard in her hand, swelling to an intimidating length and thickness. There was an unpleasant smell to it, but she did not complain as she leaned over Varminster's lap and began to stroke him. She let her soft breasts fall against his cock and her nipples dragged against the velvet fabric of his vermillion robe.
"Master Varminster," she cooed, "I will serve you loyally and with all of my abilities. I may not be a wizard of--"
"Yes, yes," said Varminster. "Enough talk. Suck it."
He dropped a withered hand to the back of Yvette's head and guided her towards his cock. She lifted her breasts from his shaft and plunged her mouth around him. She gagged immediately on him, as much for the smell and taste as for the pressure of his cockhead against her throat. He was disgustingly unwashed. With her eyes watering with shame, Yvette forced herself not to vomit and not to pull away. She held his filthy cock in her mouth and let her spit soak his throbbing meat.
It wasn't much, but it washed the worst of the taste away and she was able to tighten her full lips around him and begin bobbing. His length was such that she could not hope to fit him all into her mouth. She worked one hand on his swollen shaft and reached the other into his robe to squeeze and massage his testicles. The old wizard did not have two testicles. He had four. Big as eggs and heavy in the sweaty sack she caressed with her fingers.
"You may leave, instructor," said Varminster. "I have found my new assistant."
Yvette felt a sudden lurch of fear as Uvana began to leave. She tried to lift her mouth from Varminster's stifling cock to say something to Uvana. Varminster growled and tightened his bony grip on Yvette's head and held her mouth on his cock.
"Back to work, assistant, and do not stop until you taste my seed."
The once-proud princess had no choice but to give her full attention to the randy wizard's fleshy fuckrod. She impaled her mouth on the hard wood of his cock, taking him to the brink of gagging and then slipping her full lips back up to the bulging bell of his cockhead. She ran her tongue over the ridges and tasted the salty sap that oozed from the hole of his cock. The more she bobbed her mouth on Varminster's magic staff the greater the heat between her legs.
"Ah, you enjoy sucking an old wizard's cock, eh?" Varminster chuckled. "Very well, my dear, allow me to reward your efforts."
Yvette looked up at Varminster without pausing in her oral attentions. He splayed his fingers apart in an almost lazy casting posture and said, "Linguis invisibilis!"
Yvette's eyes went wide as she felt a fat tongue press into her overheated sex. She glanced down, half expecting to find a man or woman poised between her knees. Instead, she discovered her delicate flower, rippling and opened by a tongue that was not there at all. She gasped around Varminster's hardness and, once the shock had worn off, she returned her pleasure to him with her curling tongue and hollowing cheeks.
Invisible tongues caressed her hard nipples and stuffed between the cheeks of her bottom to lap at the tight wrinkle of her ass. The simple pleasure of sucking the wizard's cock was not interrupted even as the persistent lapping of the tongues pressed the princess to the limit of her orgasm.
The rooty tool of the ancient wizard had grown as hard as steel. She was not experienced in the ways of men, but she knew enough to sense that the old wizard was nearing his own climax. She moaned and squeezed his tightening balls. She slurped loudly around him and coated his swollen shaft with her spit. She could not last much longer. She worked her hips and thrust herself against the tongues. They were inside her, probing her cunt and rimming into the tight hole of her anus.
"MMMmmmmmmmm!" she cried around him, working her hand furiously on his shaft. She looked up at him and he smiled.
"Hard work pays off," said the wizard. "When my seed hits your tongue you must resist the urge, however natural, to swallow it down. The sap of my root is potent stuff and valuable in alchemy. Hold it in your mouth and if you can do not spill it out."
"Mmmmhmmmmmm," agreed Yvette, her eyes watering as she took him to the brink of gagging her with each stroke.
The old wizard's balls were tight as stones beneath her fingers, his cock a bar of steel wrapped in hot flesh. She was so intent on drawing out the hot broth of his cock that the unexpected force of her orgasm nearly ripped her in two. Her entire body jerked, her back arched and her bottom bounced against her heels as powerful waves of pleasure broke through her body. Her big breasts, slicked with drool, bounced with the shocks of her climax.
It was at the height of her pleasure that she felt the powerful twitch in Varminster's cock. The old wizard gave her no other warning and, a moment later, his cock twitched even more violently and his seed erupted into her mouth with the force of a geyser.
Varminster's hot spunk gushed against her throat and before she could stop herself, the princess had swallowed a mouthful of his sticky seed. It gurgled into her belly and she felt its power immediately. She had heard tales of the potions the tower's alchemists could concoct and surely these were nothing compared to the vigor of the old wizard's load.
She wanted more! She could not resist as it pumped against her tongue and tonsils in hot spurts she gulped it down. It was heaven. Like a nectar full of the essence of magic. She massaged his throbbing balls as she greedily drained every drop from his cock. Each drop seemed to prolong her orgasm and make her whole body tingle. She smacked her lips against him and ran her tongue over his twitching tool to slurp up every drop and swallow them down.
"Self control," said Varminster, "will be the first lesson you must learn. You've just swallowed a fortune worth of my seed."
"I'm sorry, Master," cried the princess. "It was so sweet. I couldn't...I couldn't..."
"Do not worry. If it was going to kill you then you would already be dead. I've lost more than one assistant that way, but Uvana was right, you have great power within you. And now a little more in your belly."
He stood up from the stool and tucked his cock away. Yvette was shocked at how sad she was to see Varminster's cock disappear. Minutes earlier it had disgusted her, but now she knew its potent secret and she wanted more.
"On your feet, my dear," said Varminster. "You'll have to work hard to repay me for all the spunk you've just wasted. I think..."
He looked around the laboratory, his eyes fell upon a pile of books and scrolls.
"Ah, yes, you can return all those to the shelves in the library."
She was strangely disappointed at the mundane task. He saw her frown and quickly added, "Don't pout, my lovely lackey. You will find plenty of interesting things to keep busy. Like most of my assistants, you will probably soon regret offering to help."
It took m
any hours for Yvette to sort through the pile of books and scrolls. Her robe had gone missing and so she worked in the nude. She found the stacks of the library quite drafty and it was so high that she had to balance precariously on a rolling ladder to reach the upper tiers. Although she felt on display for the old wizard he never seemed to be paying her any mind. He was wrapped up in his work.
She was quite pleased with the result of her hard work. The shelves were almost neat and the scrolls had all been sorted by the area of their scholarship and placed in holders. She returned to Varminster and he seemed hardly to care.
"There is a broom over there, sweep the stones over there until they look red with rust."
He pointed to a formation of rocks arranged upon the floor of the laboratory. The dust clinging to them was almost like a cake and it took very long for her to even clean one stone. Her arms and back ached and her body was damp with sweat. The rocks had a strange quality, almost like they were pulsing from within and when she touched her fingers to one she found that it was hot.
Yvette worked herself to exhaustion cleaning the rocks. She could scarcely stand.
"Yes, tired, hm?" asked Varminster.
She nodded.
"Go and have a sleep. There is a cot in the observatory somewhere. I'll wake you when you are needed."
The weary princess climbed the ladder to the very top of the library and up another into the glassed observatory. It was as piled with debris as every other part of the wizard's messy domain, but there was a sort of bed in the middle with the eyepiece of a huge telescope within easy reach. She peered through the telescope and saw a strange black planet veined with blue light. She did not have much time to enjoy it as she almost immediately collapsed into a deep sleep.
Her dreams were filled with Uvana and Varminster and all of the pleasures she had so far experienced. A new and perverse door had been thrown open and she could not resist her urges. She awoke to Varminster shaking her.
No, not Varminster himself. It was a floating illusion of his face hovering above her and the cot was violently shaking. Her breasts wobbled with the vibrations and she nearly tumbled out of the cot and onto the papers strewn across the floor of the observatory.
"Get up! I've been calling you for an hour!" The illusion seemed quite cross. "I have need of you in the laboratory."
She rolled out of the cot and hurried down the ladders to find Varminster, placid as a sunning lizard, looking over his formation of rusty rocks.
"Ah, you're here," he said. "Good. I can begin."
He raised his hand and pointed his fingers at the formation of rocks.
"Ignemo ostium!" he shouted.
Beams of light shot from his fingertips, so bright that Yvette was forced to cover her eyes. The rocks glowed for a moment before bursting into fire. The flames curved and bent together, forming a sort of arched doorway of fire.
The space within the arch bowed as if the oily sheen of a soap bubble was distorting reality. It bulged and grew and the bubble burst with a pop. A wave of heat poured over Yvette. Within the arch was a landscape of fire. Hills burned, rivers flowed with magma, and fields of smoldering plants were tended by red and black skinned fiends. It was the most terrifying sight the young princess had ever seen.
"By the gods, is this the land of demons?" cried Yvette.
"Psshh," Varminster scoffed. "I do not deal with such things. This is the elemental realm of fire, my dear. A land like our own but composed of fire itself. I require reagents for a spell that can only be gathered in the fields of this realm."
Fear gripped the princess as she recalled the tales of Varminster's many disappeared assistants.
"You can't send me in there! I'll burn alive!"
"Of course you would. There would be no chance of you fetching the reagents I need before the fires consumed your body. I need you to fetch me my iron golem. He will last long enough to endure the fire."
"Your golem?" Yvette had heard of such things. Artificial servants sculpted and brought to life by powerful magic. "Where is it? How do I activate it?"
"A drop of your blood should suffice," he said. "You can find him immobilized in the garden. Just press your thumb to the indention in his chest. There is a needle there to take your blood and you speak the words, Imperitus Supalpor! Once he is awake he will follow you back. Now, get going, the portal will only remain open for an hour!"
"Y-yes, Master Varminster," said Yvette. The old wizard pointed the way to the garden and she hurried off to find the golem. The garden was built on the roof of the Black Tower, an impressive collection of odd plants, snapping flowers, and trellised vines that reached out for her naked body. She dodged around them and hurried to the hulking golem, which stood inert at the center of the garden.
It was eight or nine feet tall, difficult to be certain exactly as it was frozen in a hunched posture with a watering can in one hand. The iron surface was covered in a patina of rust. The body was sculpted to resemble a muscular man while the head reminded Yvette of a knight's helmet with a visor. It was a simple design and the only ornamentation seemed to be a network of channels on the chest that radiated outward from the depression just big enough for a human finger.
A wind stirred the garden and lashed Yvette's face with loose strands of her hair. Her nipples were straining against the early autumn chill in the air.
"Best to get this over with," said the princess. She looked up at the hulking golem and ran her finger up to the divot in the middle of its chest. She took a deep breath and pressed her fingertip into the divot. Nothing happened. She pulled her finger back and her finger caught painfully against a sharp rim inside the divot.
"Ahhhh!" hissed Yvette.
Blood welled from her finger. She had to painfully twist her digit to recover it from the trap. She sucked her finger and tasted rust along with the blood.
"Awful thing," she said.
Red light flashed within the divot. It was as if the drops of blood were lenses lit from beneath by light. The red began to flow outward along the channels, creating a web-like pattern across the golem's chest. The glowing lines completed the abstract pattern and it throbbed as if the iron brute's heart was slowly beating within its chest.
"Oh, right," said Yvette. "The command words. Imperitus Supalpor!"
The golem's head lifted with a creak of old metal. Red light began to glow behind its visor. It spoke in a booming voice in a language Yvette could not understand. Its head tilted and the glowing visor seemed to look at the naked princess. It spoke in a shrill blurt of incomprehensible language and reached out its huge hands.
"What are you doing?!" the princess cried and she tried to take a step back.
Too slow. The golem's massive mitts clamped around Yvette's biceps and the brute easily lifted her off the ground. She flailed her legs for a moment and then segmented metal snakes clamped tightly around her ankles and wound their way up her thighs.
"Put me down!" screamed Yvette.
The golem flipped her over so that she was held in the air facing the ground, nearly perpendicular to the garden path. Cold iron snakes slid up her body and coiled tightly around her dangling breasts. She gasped in shock as they reached her fat nipples and began to vibrate and caress her tender flesh.
Any pleasure she was experiencing was overwhelmed by the terror of the massive golem. Terror that only increased when she heard a sound like a hinged door opening and looked back over her imprisoned body to see a huge iron phallus sticking up from the golem's waist. The long cylinder's shape flared into a polished iron bell. It began to move slowly, like a piston, and with a whirring sound bands of iron beads began to rotate around the shaft.
"Oh, gods, it's too big! You can't--"
Something hissed and a spray of warm, oily liquid splattered against Yvette's exposed cunt. She tried to wriggle out of the golem's grasp, but the more she fought, the more its grip tightened on her arms and legs.
The oil substance warmed Yvette's tender cunt. She felt a pleasure
soaking into her body and it began to ease her fears, or at least anaesthetize them. The smooth head of the golem's cock pressed to her tender teen furrow and parted the velvet folds of her labia.
The metal was cool as it pressed into her, stretching her, spreading her wide, and filling her cunt. Her body shook as the beaded bands vibrated against her aching inner walls. The golem's body hardly moved. It held her tightly and pushed to her cervix and stopped. Its cock began a slow, methodical piston motion into her stretched channel, gathering force and slurping as its cold iron cock penetrated her juicy fuckhole.
"Oh my god," groaned the pounded princess, "it's so...so...good. It...ahhhhhhhh!"
She came after only seconds of being fucked, her walls clenching and squeezing against the golem's rhythmic cock. The heartless construct reacted by rapid, short spins of the beads inside Yvette's cunt. Some of these beat against her clit and sent dagger-sharp pleasure stabbing into her tummy. Her body shook and tensed as the golem relentlessly fucked into her.
The vibrating iron tendrils on her nipples only added to the depraved pleasure of being fucked by the golem. When a similar tendril pushed against her oil-greased asshole, Yvette wailed with pleasure. She wanted it. She needed it inside her, punishing her virgin asshole. She tried in vain to fuck back against the probing head of the snake as it vibrated and played around her pucker. Finally, mercifully, it drove into her tight ass.
Yvette was not sure how long the golem pounded her tender holes. She came again and again in the golem's grasp. It steamed and drizzled its lubricating oil into her crack and squirted it into her stuffed cunt and ass. Her dangling, snake-wrapped tits swayed wildly and her body was slick with sweat. Her mouth hung open in a mindless moan of pleasure. Her eyes were rolled back and she drooled like a gibbering idiot. Her head bounced like a doll's head as the golem pounded into her clutching holes.
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