by Dante King
I knew what that entailed, and my libido purred at the thought of it.
“We are very generous,” Alura said as she took my hand.
Janet grabbed my other hand. “If you can show off a crazy array of spells, you’re bound to get an awesome sponsor who wants to help you pimp out your frat.”
I laughed. “That is very considerate of you, girls. Cecilia wasn’t so altruistic, you know.”
Janet shrugged. “Cecilia is a different type of woman. She’s much more into making a lasting bond. Elves can be like that.”
I nodded, sighed, and gently let go off their hands. “As much as I love the idea, ladies—and believe me I love the idea—I think that if we sneak off back to my frat now I might miss the start of the match.”
“Trust us to think of that, Justin.” Alura gave a musical laugh, took me by the shoulders, and spun me about.
I couldn’t help but laugh with her when I saw what she was pointing out. “You guys are fucking crazy,” I said, meaning nothing but respect.
Janet and Alura laughed and started towing me by the hands toward a railcoaster-cum-log flume ride, suitably named: The Pleasure Cruise.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Janet and Alura pulled me up the ramp leading to the garishly decorated entrance of The Pleasure Cruise and approached the ticket box. An Elemental woman sat behind the box. She had deep yellow skin and a face that was all smooth plains and sharp lines, which spoke to me of some sort of Earth Elemental.
“You guys are nuts!” I said again to Alura as Janet handed over a few silver coins to the Elemental behind the ticket box. “Do you even know how long this thing takes to go from start to finish?”
“Of course,” Alura said, “we wouldn’t leave things to chance to that degree. That’s more something you or your fraternity brothers would do.”
Well, she had me there.
“How long do we have?” I asked her.
Alura flashed me a wink. “Time enough if you know your way around a woman,” she whispered. “Just because you’re on the clock doesn’t mean that we don’t expect fulfilment.”
I laughed. “So, no pressure then?”
“Janet and I have a theory that the added excitement and the added danger might act as a catalyst to produce a new spell.”
“Can confirm,” Janet said with a sexy smile.
Hell, when it came to a threesome, I was more than happy to go along with any untested theory.
“The three of you?” the Elemental woman behind the box asked. She was suppressing a smile. Had she cottoned on to our discussion? She didn’t tell us to fuck off and find somewhere else to, well, fuck, so I figured having a quickie on the rides wasn’t all that uncommon.
“Yes, please,” Janet answered the woman, managing to suppress the worst of her giggling.
The woman nodded. She pulled out a wand and aimed it at the channel of water that was rushing past the stage on which we stood. A mossy log rose out of the torrent, just wide enough for three to sit in side by side. Unlike the log flumes that you found back in my world, this looked like a real-life, large log with a seat carved out of it.
“All aboard, please,” the Earth Elemental said. “Enjoy your ride and have a pleasurable cruise.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me, and I might have even caught her tongue flashing across her lips.
“Oh, we plan to,” Janet said sweetly as she hopped nimbly down into the log.
I stepped down after her, and Alura followed. As soon as we were all seated, the log took off, and we were whisked into the mouth of the tunnel marking the start of the ride.
“Ladies,” I said, “I’ve got to say that I love the enthusiasm, and I hate to play the pessimist here, but how the hell are we going to do this without anyone seeing?”
Janet’s hand slipped down from my chest to my stomach and down to my—
I gave a soft groan. The woman sure knew how to press my buttons.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, Justin,” she said. “If it’ll put your mind at ease, this whole ride is under cover. There’s no way that anyone will catch us—except for the one tiny little part of the track that goes past in about a second, which is in the fresh air.”
“You’re sure?” I asked, one hand resting on Janet’s thigh, the other on Alura’s.
“Oh yes,” Alura breathed in my ear, “Janet and I did our homework, we’ve already taken two trips around this contraption already.”
And I wonder what they got up to… I thought.
“So, this thing is pretty laid back, is it?” I asked. “That’s why we don’t have any safety bars or seat belts?”
Janet giggled and squirmed out of her tight trousers. “This ride doesn’t have any of that sort of stuff. The crazier rides don’t even have them, not in this world. They use magical tethers to keep people in their seats, powered by wards. Don’t worry; they’ll keep us from falling out, but we’ll be able to move just fine.”
Suddenly, as the log drifted around a bend in the stream, an awful thought struck me.
“Shit, there’s not going to be any sort of rendition of ‘It’s a Small World’ is there?”
“What is ‘It’s a Small World’?” Alura asked.
I shook my head. I didn’t want to even start humming that accursed tune.
“Never mind,” I said.
Janet pulled me back toward her and opened her jacket. “Now, will you concentrate? The clock is ticking.”
I looked down. “It would seem that you’ve neglected to wear any underwear under your clothes today.”
Janet looked down. “It’s a necessary time-saving method.”
“What about you, Alura?” I asked as Janet fumbled with my belt buckle.
In answer, Alura snapped her fingers, and her wispy, ethereal clothing vanished like mist under the sun, revealing her wonderful naked body.
“Yeah, you’re never going to be beaten when it comes to getting your gear off,” I said. “That’s a record you can hold for life.”
Alura pulled my shirt up over my head while Janet yanked my trousers down my thighs. I went to kick my boots off, but Janet lay a hand on my arm.
“There’s no time for that,” she said in a gutteral whisper loaded with desire. “The thirty seconds it’ll take you to put them back on at the end is thirty seconds that you’re not fucking one of us.”
Without further ado, Alura ducked her pretty head down and took my cock in her mouth.
What a strange and excellent sensation it is, watching your johnson disappear into the mouth of a woman whose entire body is basically made from clear crystal. Your brain tells you that you should be able to see your cock fucking her throat, but this was not the case.
“Where the fuck does a member of a royal family learn to do that?” I gasped as Alura gagged gently on the length of my entire cock and fondled my balls. Alura, unsurprisingly, did not answer.
Janet bent down to help Alura—she was such a teamplayer—and the two of them began deepthroating my dick alternately. First Alura, then Janet. I leaned my head back and stared up at the ceiling, which I noticed was covered in glow-worms that twinkled like stars. I wondered if the glowing insects were enjoying the show while I fondled absentmindedly at the breasts of the two beautiful women sucking me off.
The log turned a corner and dropped down a short little waterfall. The unexpected motion brought Alura’s mouth hard down onto my cock, and she gagged more violently. That dirty sound made me suddenly want her more than anything. I grabbed her gently by the hair and pulled her face up to mine so that I could kiss her. Janet came up to join us. For a few seconds, the three of us enjoyed a threeway kiss.
There was a slight jerk as the log bumped into the side of the track or river or whatever the fuck we were riding on. To be honest, I wasn’t sparing The Pleasure Cruise too much of my attention, but I gleaned that we were making our way through some sort of sub-aquatic themed area of the ride. Conjured fish swam through the air around us. Ahead, a shark
appeared, swimming slowly in our direction. Its mouth opened wide, wider, wider until it turned into the mouth of the next tunnel and—
Alura slid down onto my cock with a gasp of pleasure. She had taken me completely by surprise and the feeling of us coming together made me groan with surprise.
As she bucked down onto me, grunting and moaning, Janet played with her tits and slapped the other woman playfully on the ass.
“Come here,” I growled at Janet.
I lay my hand out flat on the seat with my middle finger crooked upward. Janet was panting; she was so aroused. She instantly scooched across the seat and sat herself on my hand. I felt my digit slip easily into her slippery sex, and I began massaging her clit with my thumb.
After a little while, Janet stopped grinding against my hand and slipped away. My palm was saturated with her juices.
“Very nice,” she panted, “but I think it’s my turn now, Alura, babe.”
Alura grinned and got off me, leaving my cock twitching for more. Janet and the Gemstone Princess quickly swapped places, but when Janet lowered herself onto me, it was in the reverse cowgirl position.
“I know how much time you’ve spent staring at my ass in our history classes, Justin,” she said, her breath coming hard and fast.
“You fucking love it,” I returned.
There was another jerk, and the log began to spin slowly. I glanced around us and couldn’t help notice that we seemed to be rising up a vertical shaft. Magical steam twisted around our little log, and there were flashes of heat and strobing bursts of red light.
“Shit, we’re already on the volcano part of the ride!” Janet moaned. She reached over and grabbed Alura by the back of the neck and wrenched her head toward her crotch.
Instantly, with an obedience that I found extremely erotic, Alura lapped at Janet’s box. Every now and again, her cool tongue danced over my shaft and balls, even as Janet continued to buck up and down on me.
“That’s it, you royal bitch,” Janet said, getting carried away in the heat of her passion. “Make me cum. Make me cum! Hurry!”
I was a little taken aback by the Storm Mage’s ferocity, but Alura seemed to enjoy it. I went at Janet with even more gusto as Alura mashed her face into the space where my cock met Janet’s vagina.
I was in heaven.
I watched Janet’s gorgeous naked ass as she humped me greedily. Alura’s exceptional tongue danced around both our unmentionables. It was no surprise that I was edging ever closer to the grand finale.
Just as I was about to shoot my load, we unexpectedly popped out into the open air.
“What the—” I started to say.
The colosseum stretched out below us. Thousands of people milled around us. It was a riot of color and energy. Pure magic.
“—fuck,” I finished.
Our log descended slowly down a gentle set of rapids and disappeared back into cover.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I could hear Janet crying softly. She for one seemed totally unperturbed that we had been completely revealed, even if it had only been for a second.
I wrenched my head back into the game. I slapped Janet’s ass, leaving a light hand print on one perfect cheek. Janet squealed delightedly.
“Yes!” she cried, in one long drawn out wail, and I took that as my cue.
As my body tensed and Janet’s thighs shook as she came, Alura—by far and away the dirtiest princess that I had ever met—pulled my cock out of Janet’s sex and took my load in her mouth.
Talk about a selfless act.
As incredible as this climax was, there was no time for cuddling and a post-coitus cigarette.
“Hurry the fuck up and get changed, guys,” Janet said, her voice a little querrilous after all that panting and moaning. “The fucking exit is coming up!”
Alura didn’t answer. She had her mouth full.
I was the lucky one; to be presentable, I simply pulled up my pants and yanked my shirt over my head. The log slowed down: our pleasure cruise was seconds from being over.
While Janet was struggling to wriggle back into her super tight pants, I skimmed through my spellbook and found a fresh spell waiting for me.
ARCANE MINE
Conjure an adhesive charged mine that deals lightning and earth damage.
“Oh yeah, baby,” I said, showing the page to Alura, who had gotten dressed with as much ease as she had disrobed. “You can bet your beautiful ass that I’m going to make use of that little sucker.”
“It does look promising,” she commented, her forehead glistening with perspiration.
The log emerged from a final curtain of magical mist. We were back among the clamoring party atmosphere that was building and building inside the colosseum.
Janet was still buttoning her shirt. Her breasts were on full display, probably a little more cleavage than might be ordinarily acceptable, even somewhere as sexually liberated as the Mazirian Academy.
I’d barely stepped out from the ride when I caught sight of Cecilia heading toward us. She walked purposefully through the crowd, as though she’d been looking for someone, and I figured that someone was probably me. I walked out to meet her, Alura and Janet trailing behind me.
“Hey, partner,” I said, hoping that I didn’t look too disheveled and sweaty.
Cecilia’s blue eyes flicked over me, Alura, and Janet. There was no anger there, but her tone carried a stunned incredulity when she said to me, “Darling, we’re fifteen minutes from our first match, and you three decided that this was the perfect moment to fuck each other in public!”
“Hold on,” I said, “let’s get one thing straight, it was most definitely not in public.”
Cecilia raised one aristocratic eyebrow and hit me with one of those crooked smiles of hers. I felt myself forcibly pulled to that look of hers. With her platinum blond hair, flawless skin, and slightly aloof expression, it was all I could do not to jump her bones right there and then.
“I was looking for you when I happened to glance over at The Pleasure Cruise, darling,” Cecilia explained. She pointed behind me. “I just so happened to see you three dirty Berties flash down through that section of open tunnel there.”
I looked at her skeptically. “You did not.”
“You were fucking Janet from behind and, though it was hard to be sure, I think Alura was simultaneously performing cunnilingus.”
My mouth fell open. “But we must have only been visible for a second!”
Cecilia winked. “Elven eyesight, darling. Just make sure you’re all cleaned up in case we run into any sponsors.”
“Technically,” I said, “I was training. Our frat might not have a dungeon, but I do have a magical, spell-weaving dick apparently.”
Cecilia gave me a little slap on the arm. “Cocky boy.”
“All right, we’re going to leave you two to get your shit together,” Janet said. She and Alura gave both Cecilia and me a hug.
“Yes,” Alura said, flashing us a glittering smile, “good luck to you both. We’ll be cheering you on.”
The two young women hurried off, eager to find good seats. Once they were gone, Cecilia turned to me and grasped me by the hands.
“Justin,” she said, “I just wanted to say thank you for agreeing to compete with me today.”
“No worries,” I said, meaning it.
“I admit, darling, that I didn’t think you’d follow through. Even though you’ve obviously shown that you’re my friend, I couldn’t quite believe it. Until now.”
I gave the elf’s hand a little squeeze and smiled. “You can count on me, Cecilia. You don’t have to worry about that.”
Cecilia nodded. “It’s just that I’ve always had such trouble making friends. The Chillgrave name is viewed with disdain by many people. The only person that I know who has an equally large family lodestone around their neck is Janet—and her father is, after all, the High Warden of the largest private prison in Avalonia, and former Chief Torturer. ”
“I don’t
give a shit about your name, Cecilia. Just about you. You’re a great woman. How you carry yourself, fight, and back me up counts for more than a name ever could.”
Cecilia smiled happily up at me.
“And look,” I said, “sure, I’m willing to help you out, but it’s not completely altruistic. If I can win the favor of a particular sponsor, then I can get regeneration runes put in the dungeon. That won’t allow us to choose what monsters or how many of them appear in the dungeon, I know—or provide cool training stations like your sorority has—but it’s a start.”
Cecilia nodded. “I have noticed your fellow fraternity brothers struggling. They’ve barely been able to keep abreast with the rest of us. It’s admirable, darling, it really is. Anything that you can do to help your fraternity brothers is essential at this point. Elves are extremely perceptive—a gift and curse in equal measure.”
“Those guys are tough,” I said. “Besides, if they fail in the Mage Games, it might hurt their pride, but it’s not like they could actually die. Regeneration runes prevent anything actually terrible from happening.”
Cecilia sighed and looked me deep in the eyes. “It’s not just the Mage Games where your brothers could fail if they don’t get strong enough, darling. If they fail their classes, they could get kicked out of the Academy all together.”
This sobering thought hit me in the face like a ten-pound salmon. However, it only took me a heartbeat to shake it off. I wouldn’t let that bullshit happen. I’d do whatever it took.
This rune dude is just the first step, I thought. After that, I’ll find us a goddamn poltergeist.
“By my estimate,” I said, “it’s ten minutes before the games start, and we haven’t even warmed up yet.”
“You look like you’ve already done your fair share of warming up, darling,” Cecilia quipped, casting an eye at The Pleasure Cruise.
I laughed and held out my hand. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s go kick some ass.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Cecilia, thankfully, seemed to know where we were going. She had led us to the edge of the packed colosseum floor. The crowds were starting to move from the center of the ancient arena and trickle into the tiered seating that surrounded it. Families of mages and Elementals of all kinds were making their way into the stands, clutching all sorts of food, flags, and colored scarves. The atmosphere was electric, a tangible excitement that raised the hairs on the back of my neck and elevated my heart rate.