by Dante King
With this in mind, I spread Madame Xel’s asscheeks, which were waving from side to side in front of me, and I spat directly onto the Infernal Mage’s exposed asshole.
Madame Xel gasped and then gave a little moan of longing. I pressed one finger into Xel’s tight asshole. She groaned long and loud into Odette’s box.
“Oh, yes, put it in the devil’s entrance,” the succubus moaned.
Odette’s back arched. “Xel, don’t stop now!” The dragonkin gripped her friend by the head and forced the succubus’s face onto her sex.
I sucked on my own middle finger for a moment and then slipped it too into Madame Xel’s ass, as far as it would go. Xel gave a little scream of delight.
“Fuck yes, that’s it, you dirty boy! That’s the sort of rump pumping that we love in the Infernal Realms! No boundaries, no judgement, no constraints!”
“What’s going on down there?” Odette asked. “Am I missing out on something? Come, share with me!”
“Do you want me to do the same to you, my dear friend?” Madame Xel whispered thickly as she continued to eat Odette out.
Odette moaned in the affirmative. I saw Madame Xel smile to herself, then she slid a digit into the other woman’s butt while, at the same time, sticking two fingers into her soaking pink slot.
Odette gave a ragged cry.
I was so aroused that I felt as if my dick was vibrating with the need to fuck something. I pulled Madame Xel roughly out of the way, and the bat-winged minx gave a little startled cry, which turned into another groan. As Madame Xel watched on, I grabbed Odette by the thighs and pulled her toward me. Then, without a warning, I lined my cock up with her glistening slot and plunged my dick into her.
Odette screamed hoarsely with pleasure, her eyes screwed shut and her face turned into a pillow, which she was biting.
My thinking at this point in the proceedings became a little erratic and a little hazy. A detached part of my mind tried to recall what my dad had said; basically, about fucking in a way that will mirror the spell you which to produce. I wanted the most powerful spell I could manage, of course, so I figured that powerful thrusts would help with that.
I fucked Odette hard and slow. With each pump of my hips, I tried to manifest the spell, manifest my intent. I wanted something powerful, a spell that would slow and hinder and distract my enemies.
Odette was gasping with each deep, slow thrust. “Yes, yes, yes, that feels so fucking good! Fuck my ‘ungry pussy, Justin Mauler.”
Those words jarred me out of the zone that I had been working myself into. I had been so intent on just banging Odette, that I had forgotten that, to get an evenly balanced spell, I should probably share the love around as equally as possible.
I pulled out of Odette—much to the frustration of the Death Mage. Before she could get too concerned, however, I straddled her face and thrust my cock between her lips so that she could suck her own juice off the end of it.
Then, I swung my leg off Odette and stepped off the bed.
“Xel,” I said, “come here.” I pointed at the edge of the bed. “It’s your turn.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Creation Mage!” Madame Xel said.
She shuffled over to where I was standing. I grabbed her by the thighs, as I had done with Odette, and pulled her toward me so that her ass hung off the edge of the bed.
The angle was a little awkward, what with how tall I was and the height of the bed, but I didn’t let that stop me. I spread Madame Xel’s thighs and teasingly ran the head of my cock up and down her eager, quivering opening. The succubus whimpered a little with frustration and tried to pull me into her, but I wasn’t having it just yet.
Xel’s groans intensified as I continued to tease her with the tip of my rod. They became a little muffled, admittedly, when Odette decided to come and squat on her face, but she didn’t seem to mind.
Seeing the act of cunnilingus performed in such close proximity, it was unsurprising that I only last about twenty more seconds before I stopped teasing Xel and sheathed my cock in her inviting sex. As much as she was able, while she continued giving Odette head, Madame Xel moaned. She thrust her hips up to meet mine as I started fucking her, with the same deep, slow thrusts that I had performed on Odette.
Judging by the ragged quality of everyone’s breathing, not to mention the fluttering and rippling spasms of pleasure that involuntarily stole over Odette’s face every now and again, we were clearly all reaching the ends of our sexual tethers. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I’d be popping the cork on a bottle of Justin Mauler 2021 vintage jism.
Which begged the question: how did you share an orgasm between two women? I wanted this whole experience to be as equal as it could be, as I didn’t want the Infernal Magic to outweigh the Death Magic, and vice versa. If I could do everything in my power to craft the spell that I wanted, the less chance my spellbook would be taken up with something I couldn’t really use.
“I’m-I’m ready to go,” Odette gasped suddenly, her stomach muscles clenching under her lightly golden skin.
“Oh, Gods, me too, almost!” Madame Xel said. “Just a little more.”
I pushed as deeply into the succubus as I could, feeling my cock rubbing up against the deepest, most secretive part of her. The three of us edged each other closer to that great big, orgasmic drop off.
With a rush of blood in my ears, I climaxed. Distantly, or so it seemed in that moment, I heard Odette let out a throaty yell. She sat up straight, her chest quivering as she came, her crotch grinding into Madame Xel’s mouth and chin as she rocked slightly to and fro.
For her part, Madame Xel came like a fucking thunderstorm, spraying girl ejaculate all over my thighs at the same time as I pulled out and reciprocated.
I jerked a few times, sending my load in thick ropes over the Succubus’s taut stomach so that it mixed and mingled with her own juices.
With one last grunting, groaning cry of exhausted delight, Odette keeled over forward and lay on Madame Xel, resting her head on one of the other woman's thighs. She was quite heedless of the fact that she was lying in a slick patch of both mine and Xel’s jizz—either that, or she just didn’t care.
I opened my eyes and saw that the other four women were looking at us with their mouths open, leaning forward where they were sitting or lying and looking like they had just seen something truly exceptional.
“What’s up?” I managed to say as I collapsed onto the bed next to Xel and Odette. “You guys look like you’ve seen some sort of erotic—”
“Ghost!” Enwyn said. Her eyes were shining with amazement, and she seemed to have totally forgotten that she was sitting with one hand still tucked down the front of her black lace underpants.
“What?” I asked.
“When you all came,” Alura said, “a red, hazy spirit hovered over the three of you—just for a fleeting moment.” Alura shook her head in the manner of someone who had never seen the likes of which her eyes had just witnessed.
The Gemstone Princess was completely naked, having obviously vanished her fog-like raiment which she wore. The dim light of the shark-oil lamps dotted around my room glinted off her strange, translucent curves.
“You’re sure you saw what you think you sure?” I asked as my breath slowly returned to normal.
“Uh, yeah,” Janet said, “I’d say we’re sure! That was one of the craziest things I’ve ever seen.”
“And that coming from a woman who’s been down Powder Lane on more than one occasion,” I quipped.
“From what you are all saying,” Odette said, propping herself up one elbow and idly swirling the jism that was stuck to her tits around with a finger, “I think this thing you saw was probably a tangible manifestation of a spell coming into being.”
I considered this. That theory could be true. I had seen elemental magic form during climaxes with some of the other girls. For instance, when Cecilia and I had slept together I had seen hoarfrost cover her body at the point of orgasm.
“Are you going to check that damned spellbook, or would you like us to go again?” Madame Xel said. The glint in her purple eyes told me that, if anyone could dive straight back into round two, it was her.
After what amounted to the best climax of my life, I’d almost forgotten about the new spell. I could hardly wait to see whether my focused lovemaking had paid dividends.
Chapter Eight
Janet tossed me my spellbook from where it had come to rest on the floor at some point during the threeway. I flipped through the pages, while Madame Xel and Odette ran their fingers over one another’s bodies and teased each other good naturedly about their techniques and sex faces.
“Well, would you look at that,” I said, a laugh shading my words. “My old man was right, you really can shape the spells you create during sex…”
“What is it?” Odette asked interestedly. “What ‘ave we created?”
“There are two,” I said, my eyes slipping down the page. “I thought there would only be the one, you know. A sort of cocktail of both magics. I didn’t realize that I could create two spells at once! That’s going to cut into my spell slots, I imagine.”
“What are the spells, darling? Spill the bloody beans,” Cecilia said.
I looked at the gorgeous Elven blonde, lying like some Roman goddess on the couch next to Janet.
Leech
A degenerative curse that will strip a single enemy of their strength and invest it into the caster.*
I read the spell in my head and then to the group of waiting women.
“That sounds like just what you were after, Justin,” Odette said. “Where though, is my contribution, hm?”
Raise Undead Wolverines
Summon three skeletal wolverines. Number will depend on mana availability and concentration spent on spell.*
“Hold on a second,” I said as I read this second spell out to the women. “There’s a note at the bottom of this particular page linked to a couple of asterixis at the end of the new spells. It says, ‘Note to caster: skeletal wolverines can be imbued themselves with the Leech curse. This will imbue them with the ability to infect targets or enemies with said curse. If a wolverine inflicts injury with their teeth or claws, the injured enemy will slowly weaken and their mana will bleed out to be consumed by the caster.’”
“There is your combination spell!” Enwyn said triumphantly.
“Boy, what I would give to be you,” Janet said, standing up to come over and wrap her arms around my shoulders. “Do you know how much hell I would give those motherfuckers in the War Mage arena tomorrow?”
“Shit, I can imagine,” I said, slapping her ass playfully and kissing her.
The sensation of petite, firm breasts rubbing against my chest and the tickle of her silky thong against my cock was enough to get the juices flowing again.
I figured Janet knew exactly the sort of effect that she was having on me, because she leaned back and said, “What are you thinking next?”
“I’m thinking,” I said, my eyes flicking around the room at the five other faces before returning back to Janet, “is that I’m going to stay in this room for as long as it takes to reach my hard limit, if I can. I may as well go into the Qualifiers tomorrow as jam-packed full of spells as possible. The more spells I have, the less chance there will be of my opponents being able to predict what I’m going to use.”
“Yes, that’s a very good point,” Odette said. “The less predictable you are, the ‘arder it will be to to form a plan against you.”
“And you, darling, are going to be the one that everyone is gunning for,” Cecilia said.
“What? Why me?” I asked.
“Because you and I won the Exhibition Matches, you handsome scatterbrain,” Cecilia said. “You’re the golden child, the cat’s meow, the king of the castle. Everyone wants to be the one who throws down the king. That’s where the glory lies.”
“Great,” I said sardonically. “Nothing like painting a big ass bullseye on my back.”
“Still, if you’ve got a whole bunch of new spells on you,” Janet said. “You might find that all these eager beavers come after your blood and you’ll be able to turn around and put the squeeze on them.”
To emphasize her point, her hand slid down my sweaty torso and pressed firmly at my heat-seeking moisture missile.
I groaned.
“That’s a good point, right?” Janet whispered into my ear.
“A very, very pointy point,” I mumbled, feeling myself hardening up again in her grip.
She chuckled softly and stepped away from me, freeing up both my closest and oldest friend, Rumpleforeskin, and my brain.
“Ladies,” I said, struck by a sudden and quite interesting thought, “which of you have recently upgraded or learned a new spell?”
“Why’s that, Justin?” Alura asked.
“I’m just thinking that, since I don’t always create spells when we make the best with the two backs, the chances might be higher if some of you have upgraded or fresh spells for my magic to feed off,” I said. “It’s just a theory, but it could make sense, do you think?”
“I’m not sure as to the veracity of your theory,” Alura said, eyeing me keenly and tapping at her chin, “but I recently acquired a new spell called Crystal Pup. It summons a crystal dog-like creature that you can sic on those on whom you wish considerable harm. The creature is impervious to basic ranged weapons like crossbows and throwing knives. I’d be more than happy to see if your thaumaturgical theory holds water.”
“I’ve had my flaming armor spell augmented by an Inscriber just the other day now that you mention it,” Enwyn said. “The goal was to make it so that the armor was sleeker and faster and stronger.”
I nodded.
Now that we were discussing it, I wasn’t one-hundred percent sure that this theory of mine would hold any water, but something about what Alura had said had stuck with me.
If I had the ability to craft and shape spells, then that would mean I had the ability to craft and shape the creatures that I could summon, surely? Why I had produced a Death Magic spell that involved Wolverines, I couldn’t say. Maybe it was because Madame Xel and Odette had been such horny minxes that they reminded me, in some way, of the creature?
My father had seemed to imply that it was a bit of a mystical process, this whole spell creation business. A process that had as much to do about the imagination of the Creation Mage than any real science.
However it was done, there could be no denying that my Lightning Skink spell had helped out a ton, in various binds. Those of my friends who could summon creatures also used them when they were caught between the hammer and the anvil, so it might be prudent of me to focus on producing some sort of badass creature.
But what kind of beast would that be?
I voiced this idea to the women, and they agreed that such a magical entity might be just the ticket. What’s more, it might be just the thing to push me over the finish line in the Qualifying Matches tomorrow. To give me the edge that I needed to cut down the rest of the competitors.
“How do you want to do this, then, darling?” Cecilia asked. Although she put forth the kind of icy cool demeanor that only an Elven Frost Mage could present, I picked up on the slight quaver in her voice.
She was eager to help me.
In any way that she could.
“Well, look, the best way that I can see of being able to create some sort of fucking crazy-ass, supercharged, thaumaturgical mongrel beast is to throw all of our hats in the ring, so to speak,” I said.
“You mean that we should have some sort of orgy?” Janet asked.
“Oh, my goodness, that sounds divine,” Madame Xel said, casting her seductive eyes around the room. “Oh yes, it does indeed.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s what it is, isn’t it?” I said. “In my head, I was visited by this mental image of how we all used to party when we were in high school back on Earth.”
“What do you mean?” Alura asked.
“It’s quite an exciting prospect, is it not?” Alura said, looking around at the other young women. Then she turned her white and gold eyes on me. “But, if you’re trying to harness all of our different powers separately, how will you achieve that at the moment of climax?”
“That’s the thing,” I said, a little sheepishly. “This orgy might be a touch on the selfish side. I’ll be using you.” I made a mock evil face. “Using you for my own wicked gains!”
Janet laughed, slipped off her bra, and stepped out of her underwear, letting them drop to the floor.
“I don’t mind being used,” she said, her brown eyes boring into mine. “So long as you use me hard.”
I swallowed. There was a fire burning in the eyes of Idman Thunderstone’s daughter. A fire that would consume me if I let it. I supposed that it was Janet’s way of thanking me for saving her from the clutches of that Star Wars fanatic of a Yeti.
Now there was a sentence that I had never expected to use.
“How selfish are you planning on being, darling?” Cecilia said.
“Well, what if I were to line you up and finish off inside of you all? One pump for each and every one of you,” I said. “How would that sit with everyone?”
Janet snorted. “You think you can do that?” she asked dubiously. “We all know how intense sex with you can be. I’m pretty sure you’ll want to stay inside whoever it is that you’re in as soon as you hit your peak.”