Creation Mage 4

by Dante King

  I made an apologetic face. “Well, look,” I said, “we have a lot of daylight still to burn today. If you ladies will allow me the chance, I’d be more than willing to make amends. If you’d only be so good as to follow me to the bedroom…”

  The three young women grumbled and griped theatrically and got to their feet.

  “Well, if we must…” Alura said.”I can’t see the harm in you trying to win your way back into our good graces.”

  “I’m with Alura, darling,” Cecilia said. “You’re going to have to put in a damned persuasive effort if you want our good will back, you know.”

  “Extremely altruistic effort,” Enwyn said, taking her trademark glasses off and polishing them casually on the hem of the billowy peach-colored shirt that she was wearing.

  “Like I said to Odette,” I told them over my shoulder as I led the three women around the edge of the pool. “I’m not taking any undue risks today, concerning running out of spell slots. It’s all about you.”

  “Hey, where the hell are you four off to?” Damien called from the pool.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know!” I yelled back, holding the back door open for the ladies so that they could pass into the kitchen.

  “Well, yeah that’s why I fucking asked,” Damien said.

  I was saved the hassle of coming up with some lame excuse—or, more likely, telling my fraternity brother that I was just off to engage in a congenial and superb foursome—by Bradley dunking Damien’s head under the water. While Damien struggled to surface, Bradley gave me the thumbs-up and shooed me along with a wave of his hand.

  “You’re going the right way to get yourself out of that lowman position, Bradley!” I called as I shut the door behind me.

  Chapter Six

  I led the trio of lovely ladies through the main hall and up the staircase. As I walked ahead of Cecilia, Enwyn, and Alura, I could hear them whispering to each other.

  “What I can’t get over,” Cecilia was saying, her words colored with the suggestion of a gossiping giggle, “is how nice my first time was with Justin.”

  “He treated you like a lady, did he?” Alura said approvingly.

  “He did,” Cecilia said. “That’s exactly what he did. Everything that I’d heard about, you know, fucking, was good. I just never thought that it would be that good.”

  “What was particularly good about it?” I heard Enwyn ask as we made it up the first flight and walked around the edge of the balcony toward the other staircase.

  “I mean, obviously, the actual things we did…” Cecilia said. “They were the highlight. But where we were—at the top of Chilaria, at the very pinnacle of the Tower of Argenti—was incredible.”

  I heard Alura sigh.

  Cecilia continued. “And just the juxtaposition, darling, between how he is during battle—a force of nature that will stop at nothing to help his friends and do what must be done—and how he was up there. It showed me a different side to him.”

  “But, that was the first time,” Enwyn said. “I know that you also slept with him and Janet. How was that?”

  I clearly caught the smile in Cecilia’s voice this time. “Well, the first time was soft and gentle and passionate. Whereas the second time was raw and hot and intense.”

  We started making our way up the second staircase.

  Enwyn and Alura both grunted understandingly.

  “It’s nice to make love like a princess sometimes,” Alura said.

  “But sometimes, it’s also quite lovely to fuck like a whore,” Enwyn said.

  Cecilia giggled. Then she said in a hushed voice, “You know, I was amazed at how much I enjoyed having another girl in the equation. I’m excited that the three of us get to experiment together.”

  There was the soft sound of someone kissing someone else on the cheek. Then Enwyn said, “I’m sure you’re not the only one, Miss Chillgrave.”

  Cecilia made a little sound in her throat and replied, “I don’t mind confiding in you ladies that I’m absolutely soaking wet at the thought!”

  As we stepped out onto the second floor and made for my room, I had to admit that Cecilia wasn’t the only one who was turned on at the thought of what was coming. My cock seemed to be adamant about bursting out of my trousers.

  By the time I had unlocked my door and ushered the three women through, I was practically panting like a randy dog.

  I closed the door behind them and pointed to the bed.

  “Ladies,” I said, “allow me to make amends.”

  Alura, Cecilia, and Enwyn maintained their put-on air of disgruntlement and proceeded over to the bed. Enwyn, as the most mature woman of the three, positioned herself in the middle of the trio as they lined up along the side of the bed. Then, she said, in her best and most officious Academy voice, “Ladies, let’s get comfortable, shall we?”

  Alura simply dissipated her ethereal clothes as she usually did and was suddenly standing in all her naked, multi-faceted glory in front of me. She was the real life version of Emma Frost—the banging hot diamond chick from the X-Men comics—and peered coquettishly over her shoulder at me.

  While Cecilia slipped out of her top, and I removed the magical cloak that I’d been wearing as a smoking jacket, Enwyn pulled down the elf’s skirt to reveal a pale blue thong.

  “I love your underwear, Cecilia,” Enwyn said.

  “Thanks so much for saying so, darling,” Cecilia said, dropping her top onto the ground at the same time that my breeches fell to the floor.

  “Yes, I love them,” Enwyn said. “They’re good enough to eat…”

  Enwyn took the waistband of Cecilia’s thong between her teeth and pulled the skimpy underwear down the other woman’s thighs until they dropped to the floor.

  The sight of this was all that was needed to make my cock spring to full attention like a fucking cartoon exclamation point.

  Enwyn pushed the other two girls gently over so that they were on all-fours on the bed, with their asses pointing toward me. Then she slipped out of her own clothes and took up the same position in the middle. The lenses of her glasses flashed an opaque white as she looked at me over her shoulder.

  “Make amends, Mr. Mauler,” she growled at me, spreading her asscheeks with one hand.

  Her tone alone almost had me bending at the waist involuntarily.

  I stepped forward and lowered my head to the task.

  Sweet cherry coke, but it was hard to stop myself from fucking those women. It was the greatest trial that my libido and I had ever faced together. That fantastic Oscar Wilde quote came to my mind as I slapped Cecilia and Alura playfully on their rumps: ‘The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.’

  No, damn it! I told myself forcefully, taking in the incredible sight of Enwyn and Cecilia’s wet, pink sexes and Alura’s gaping crystaline vajayjay. This is important. Stay focused. You don’t want to use up all your spell slots—damn, why’d I have to say ‘slot’. This is a good test of a man’s willpower!

  I leaned forward and started tonguing Enwyn’s box. She gasped and arched her back, and a wave of hazy fire swept across her skin before quickly disappearing, like the flame in a gas oven when it’s first ignited. Running my tongue from her clit all the way up her glistening slit, I cast an eye over the side of her asscheek and saw Cecilia watching me avidly. Her mouth was slightly open as one hand was playing with her breasts.

  I reached out with both my arms and slid one hand up the inside of Cecilia’s thigh and one hand up the inside of Alura’s thigh. Both were silky smooth to the touch and both were also cool. Alura’s thigh felt like marble that had been sitting in the shade, while the touch of Cecilia’s skin was comparable to touching a glass freezer door.

  I moved my hands slowly up their inner thighs. Then, when I could go no further north, I began rubbing and massaging their centers. The girls pressed their pelvises against my hands and let out twin moans of pleasure.

  It was, in a way, an extremely explicit and cooler version of pat
ting your head while rubbing your tummy. My hands massaged and stroked backward and forward at the same time that my head moved up and down. It was a wonder that I didn’t get all mixed up really.

  I slid my fingers into the warm, velvety confines of Cecilia and Alura’s sexes after a while. Alura let out a long moan of contentment, and she contracted around my fingers.

  I smiled to myself, though you wouldn’t have known it, since my tongue was exploring ever further reaches of Enwyn’s pleasure cave. I knew that Alura was particularly sensitive and came like a thunderstorm far more easily than the other two. I eased back on my ministrations of the Gemstone Elemental, simply tickling with one finger across her lips—the ones between her hips, as Eminem once eloquently put it.

  Meanwhile, my tongue was stabbing down into Enwyn’s center, lapping away at her, making her wetter and wetter. I could feel her pushing her ass up to meet me, could hear her breathing becoming more ragged.

  “Am I on the way to making up for my earlier rudeness?” I asked her, lifting my head momentarily from my work.

  “Yes,” she gasped, “but don’t you fucking dare stop now, Mr. Mauler.”

  I picked up the pace a little, finger fucking the two chicks on either side of me with renewed vigor, while I tried to stick my tongue as far into Enwyn as I could. I could feel the Fire Mage heating up. Her skin prickled with beads of sweat, and washes of the same semi-transparent flame moved and danced over her skin.

  Alura too showed signs of magical ecstasy. Her diamond-like body throbbed with colors; deep purple, electric blue, greens as bright as new fern fronds.

  Cecilia panted. She was pressed to the bed, her ass just off the blanks, her left hand gripping Enwyn’s right. Swirls of hoarfrost swirled across her pale skin; a sure sign that I was pressing the right buttons.

  With some careful cajoling and some impressive synchronicity between my hands and my mouth, I brought all three women teetering on the edge of orgasm.

  My cock was throbbing with the need to slide it into one of them—into all of them—but I knew that once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop until I’d covered at least one of them in my love graffiti.

  And so, with only the slightest pang of regret, I stuck two of my fingers deep into Cecilia and Alura’s soaking wet loveholes and made come-hither motions while, at the same time, slipping my thumbs into their assholes.

  While I did this, I ran my tongue down to Enwyn’s aroused clitorus and began moving it from side to side as quickly as I could, while pressing down and rhythmically applying pressure on and off.

  The effect was immediate. Cecilia’s back arched, and she let out a long breathy wail of gratification. Her skin sparkled with a frost that completely covered her skin, and her breath came out in a plume of steam.

  Alura clenched up and then writhed as she came, her gemstone body flashing through a kaleidoscope of reds and pinks. Her face was pressed into the blankets so her cries of delight were muffled. From the way that her legs thrashed and her toes curled though, I figured she was having quite a nice time.

  A wash of vaginajaculation flooded my mouth and went over my chin as Enwyn orgasmed. She tried to move her sex away from my probing tongue, but I followed her mercilessly, continuing to lap and nibble at her clit. She let out two howls of lust-filled delight, then collapsed onto the bed with me lying half on top of her.

  We lay in a contented pile on my bed. The girls were breathing heavily and coated in a mixture of their bodily fluids.

  Wiping my hands on my duvet—it was amazing how quickly you got used to the idea of a poltergeist being able to magically clean your sheets in the blink of an eye—I stood up, still nude, and reached for the magical transforming cloak, which Igor had given me. It had returned to its regular cloak shape after I had discarded it, and I found my spellbook wrapped in its folds.

  I pulled the spellbook out and, while the girls regained their composure and their breath, flicked quickly through it.

  “You see,” I said, “that’s what happens when you go into something with the best intentions.”

  “What...do you...mean, darling?” Cecilia asked, propping herself up on an elbow.

  I jabbed at my spellbook and read the fresh spell that had appeared under the ‘Hybrid Spell’ page.

  “SUMMON FROSTFIRE GOLEM

  Summon a golem capable of ice and fire elemental attacks.”

  “That sounds like an obligingly helpful spell,” Alura said in a polite and very satisfied voice.

  “You bet that sweet, well-rounded ghetto booty of yours that it sounds like a fucking helpful spell,” I said. “The point is though, that I went to the highly frustrating effort of not putting P into V so that I wouldn’t get another spell.” I closed my eyes and gave a melodramatic shudder. “We might have to abstain totally until we’ve found a way to chat to my old man.”

  In spite of my words, Alura and Enwyn sat up on the bed, while Cecila got to her feet and came around to stand behind me.

  “Poor boy,” she said in my ear. Her aristocratic accent sent shivers through me, from base to apex. “It’s such a tough life that you lead, isn’t it?”

  “It can be a bit of an ordeal,” I said, trying to keep my face straight. “All the giving, and none of the taking.”

  Cecilia may have been built like a Russian ballet dancer, but she was a warrior-elf, a Frost Mage, and one badass bitch to boot. She grabbed my hands and held them behind my back.

  “Let us girls even the score a little then, hm?” she whispered.

  Enwyn and Alura moved forward like sharks across the bed covers until they were on all-fours in front of me.

  And then, because my life really wasn’t that much of an ordeal, they gave me the most fantastic tandem blowjob that I had ever been lucky enough to receive.

  When you had two women that looked like Alura and Enwyn rocking your mic while another woman whispered pure filth into your ear canal, your chances of holding out for very long—especially when you were suffering from the world’s worst case of blue balls—were slim.

  After about six and a quarter minutes of Enwyn working away at my cock while Alura fondled and sucked on my jewels, I let out a great gasp and emptied my plum satchel all across Enwyn’s spectacular breasts.

  Cecilia let go of my arms, bit my earlobe, and ducked down to retrieve my spellbook. She rifled through the pages and then looked up at me and punched me gently on the arm. I was so weak with dazed relief after blowing my load that I almost collapsed sideways onto the bed where Enwyn was lying back and looking extremely pleased with herself.

  “It looks,” Cecilia said, “like we have found the answer to that particular problem.”

  “No spell?” I asked.

  “No spell,” Cecilia said. “It looks like you’ll just have to sit back and let us girls take advantage of you, without you so much as raising a finger.”

  I looked at three naked women lounging and standing around me.

  “Woe is me,” I said. “That sounds truly terrible.”

  Chapter Seven

  The next morning, I was up early and sitting in the kitchen with a cup of that Ifrit Special Blend, which kick-started a man’s morning like nothing else—except, maybe, a blowjob.

  I wasn’t sure what the day was going to bring, or who would be involved. All I knew was that I didn’t want to be caught napping or with my metaphorical trousers down.

  The kitchen was quiet. The only sounds came from the house itself as it groaned and creaked softly in its sleep. No one was stirring as of yet. Not even the sabertooth cub had roused herself from her habitual sleeping place on a chair on the first floor balcony as I had padded past on my way downstairs.

  The sunlight coming through the kitchen windows was crisp and golden. Dust motes floated lazily through the air, shining a bright gold where they slipped into the fingers of sunlight streaming in. My coffee steamed in front of me. The smell was rich and comforting.

  All these relaxing and tranquil idiosyncrasies were i
n stark contrast with my plans for the day.

  I was going to hunt down a trio of villains with the express notion of killing them.

  Not for the first nor, undoubtedly, the last time, did I meditate on just how unpredictable life could be. One minute you’re at a pool party, the next you’ve been handed a license to kill and turned into the lovechild of Harry Dresden and James Bond.

  I smiled at my coffee cup. I couldn’t complain; I fucking loved the variety of days that my life as a Creation Mage furnished me with. For a guy who had grown up living a fairly normal life—and had spent probably a little too much time in the confines of my uncle’s musty bookshop—this uncertainty and diversity was like a drug.

  I was just flipping through my spellbook to confirm that I had no classes for the day when a shadow passed by one of the kitchen windows.

  I looked up, my mug paused halfway to my lips.

  “Hello, hello,” I muttered to myself, “bit early for UPS, isn’t it?”

  Not that I think there’s a deliveryman in Nevermoor or the Academy…

  I got slowly off my stool at the kitchen bench, being careful not to let the legs squeak on the stone flags. My eyes flicked across the kitchen windows.

  I held my arm out by my side, and my black crystal staff materialized in my hand. It was cool and reassuring in my palm; a nice, familiar weight. The energy inside it—it was still hard to wrap my mind around the idea that it could be the dormant spirit of my father—pulsed excitedly, sending a tingle up my forearm.

  There was a polite clearing of a throat at my elbow, and my head snapped around.

  “Barry!” I hissed. “What the fuck, man! I could have blown your green ass into smithereens!”

  “Um, with all due respect, young master, ye couldn’t have,” the poltergeist replied apologetically.

  “Yeah, well, you know what I fucking mean, Barry,” I said.

  “Sir, I’m glad you were not abed,” Barry said. “There’s someone here. A stranger moving with great cunning and quiet around the property.”