Ch 2: Succubus and the Sorceress

!NSFW! Cuthbert and the Cleric Ch2: Succubus and the Sorceress !NSFW!

Tags: Yuri/lesbian, succubus, double penetration/DP, threesome, bisexual, magic strap-on, pegging, anal, vaginal, rough sex, consensual domination, cum eating
Note: Ctrl+F ~s~ to skip right to the action (there's two)

Cuthbert regretted everything he had ever done that had led him to this moment. In fact, diving out the carriage door and living out his days as a wild man was starting to sound downright genius, but she probably would've just followed him.

They were three days through the four-day voyage to the trade city of Ightwood, and the marksman’s partner would just not stop talking. Ziri, a cleric for the mysterious fertility goddess Freyja, was his only companion on the cramped carriage, and he had agreed to travel with her on the promise of adventure and so very, very much sex. If Cuthbert had known how long her mouth could run about her goddess and the order and anything else, he might have reconsidered.

Cuthbert tried to listen, honestly and truly. Since Ziri had accidentally asked for Freyja's blessing and she answered by enchanting his asshole with an everlasting lube job, the marksman apparently had the deity's attention and it would behoove him to learn about her.

What basic information he had been able to retain was Freyja's place as a minor goddess of companionship, fertility, and love. Her order was seemingly made entirely of women, but that was because the initiation process involves her clerics undergoing a transformation to become voluptuous, dreamlike women. Because that brings them physically closer to Freyja, or something, and they all get a magical phallus they can use as their very own dick. Freaked him the fuck out when Ziri surprised Cuthbert with that, but he wasn't exactly in a position to complain now.

He had learned all he could the first day, but damn it all if the rapid-fire assault of the cleric's enthusiastic explanation didn't leave him drained and blankly staring out the window by day two.

"And so it was on the year 238 when the first Daughter of Freyja was officially ordained, a woman by the name of--hey, what's that?" His attention snapped out of the Astral Plane at Ziri's sudden change in mood, and Cuthbert actually focused on the thick forest surrounding the carriage. There ahead on the road, barely visible beneath a bush, could be seen a pair of boots and metal sabatons pointing to the sky. Ziri pounded on the wall of the carriage and shouted, "Driver, pull over! Let's see if anyone needs help, Cuthbert."

He sneered just a bit as the cart slowed to a stop. "Whoever it is they're clearly beyond our help, what's the point?" Despite his words Cuthbert was already setting aside his pack to grab his bow and quiver, being contrarian was just an excuse to get a few words in.

"But it wouldn't be right," Ziri responded, and with the conversation clearly over we both stepped out into the open.

Now Cuthbert had seen victims of adventuring in the past and expected to see an unfortunate highway man with his throat cut, but when they cleared the brush he hopped back with a very unmanly yelp. "What the shit happened to him!? He's nothing but a husk!" Indeed, inside the glinting and elegant armor little more than ashy skin pulled taught over bones remained. There was still enough definition to discern that the poor creature had once been an elf, but otherwise it looked like he had simply dried up.

Looking at the cleric, it seemed she was ready to dry up, too. All the blood had left her face, and Ziri was staring at the husk as if she were remembering a war crime. "Everything drained... and it's too bright out to be a vampire. That leaves... it can't be." She broke off through the undergrowth, and Cuthbert was only barely able to keep up with her crashing strides. Only a few meters through the brush, they broke out into a clearing and they skidded to a stop with mouths agape.

They had stepped onto a field where an outright massacre had had taken place. At least a dozen husks, all elves in the same gilded armor, lay about a toppled carriage, an ornate number of polished wood and ivory that must have been carrying someone important. No horses could be seen or even any sign of life, save for a horribly wet sucking sound from around the other side of the carriage. Cuthbert swallowed the sudden taste of bile and hung close to Ziri as she crept up around the side of the carriage, her warhammer held ready and tight to to her breast. She stopped at the corner, and curiosity getting the best of her partner he peeked over her head...

~s~
To find two women furiously fucking. An elf with skin the color of rich chocolate was sitting back on her haunches and elbows, legs up in the air as another woman was slurping at her pussy load enough to cover the former's moans. Cuthbert couldn't see much of the second woman, save for her milky rump happily swaying in the air, but they were clearly enjoying each other. After a moment the elf let out a wail as her body convulsed with pleasure, and the second woman surfaced for air to reveal an inky black waterfall of hair framing two dusty red horns that curled forward and up from her forehead. Surprisingly the horns didn't frighten Cuthbert, rather they served to accentuate the sharp lines of her angular face as she grinned at the elf and licked the sex off her lips.

Still wimpering from the aftershocks, the elf yelped slightly when the horned woman leaned forward and wrapped an unnaturally long tongue around one nipple and began sucking on it, leaving the elf to helplessly grind her hips on nothing until the other slipped her middle two fingers into the chocolate slit. The elf moaned and her eyes rolled back, giving in completely to the rhythm of the horned woman as her body was prodded and played with like a living toy.

Stars above was it sexy, merely watching them put all previous horrors out of his mind and it almost hurt when Ziri wrenched him back around the carriage.

"Freyja help us, it's worse than I thought," the cleric moaned.

"Worse? That looks pretty awesome to me--"

"Cuthbert, no!" Ziri snapped, the barely-contained rage in her voice serving as a dose of cold water to clear his fogged mind. "That horned bitch is a succubus, and she's slowly killing that poor elf girl!" Cuthbert blinked in astonishment and asked if she was sure. "Of course I'm sure, succubi are the worst enemy of Freyja. Using an act of love to suck the life energies out of a person... and this is a fully-grown one, too. I count twelve bodies she's sucked dry, she must be at least a 5th-circle succubus... I'm too new to fight off a demon so powerful. But we might be able to at least save the elf; take a closer look at them."

He looked back around the carriage to find the two women had moved onto scissoring each other. The succubus' legs were wrapped around the other's waist and she had pulled the elf in close for a deep kiss while their bodies undulated, but beneath all the pleasure he finally noticed that the elf was looking a bit sickly. Underfed, even.

"The demon is toying with her last meal. Eating her slowly and forcing her to love every second of it. But look at how full her curves are, and how engorged the breasts. That means the succubus is almost completely filled to capacity and will soon be satiated, but I fear that if we don't do something the elf still won't survive this."

Cuthbert sighed and closed his eyes. "Don't tell me you want to give the succubus some of your energy to compensate." Enticing as the mental imagery of Ziri fucking the succubus was, the true implications were starting to finally hammer their way into his forethoughts.

The cleric bit her lower lip and gave her partner a long look. Normally that would've been incredibly cute, but now she just looked anxious. "Not quite... it has to be both of us, Cuthbert. Together. We should all survive without any lasting damage, then." The cowardly marksman started to shake his head, but she cupped his cheek with a gloved hand. "Please, Cuthbert. We have to try to save the elf. Plus... you'll get to fuck a demon and live to tell about it. No other chance to do that."

He put on some small show of resistance, but Cuthbert's member was already growing and his mind fogging at the mere image. Quietly they laid down their weapons and removed their clothing, and Ziri inserted her strap-on for added effect. Both of them fully erect and ready, the marksman took the cleric's hand and they walked out into the open.

The succubus was already looking our direction as we came into view, her eyes a piercing red with slits for pupils. "Finally decided to join the fun, have you?" the succubus asked. Her voice was like silk in a cavern, with an otherworldly echo to it that reverberated in their skulls and made everything hazy. "Come, whores of Freyja. Show me what your goddess has taught you." She pushed off the elf, who looked at them with equal parts pleading and intoxication in her half-lidded eyes, and the succubus ran a hand over her own curves as an invitation.

Ziri went to the elf and began chanting a healing prayer while Cuthbert walked to the front of the succubus. The demon's eyes were quite terrifying this close, but when her milky fingers curled around his organ a sensation of pure electricity shot through his body. He suddenly ached to have this goddess made flesh touch every part of his body, and would have gladly committed any sort of treason if it meant pleasing her. She kneeled down and that long, sharp, beautiful tongue snaked all the way around his glans and began to writhe about it, the hot and slick sensation feeling better than any handjob Cuthbert had ever received. She grinned when a moan escaped his lips, showing fangs the marksman would have gladly allowed to sink into his flesh, and she continued to tease him for what felt like an eternity. The succubus never did more than slowly stroke his cock with her tongue, only stopping to lick up any precum he leaked, and the whole while her gaze stayed locked onto his soul.

When it finally felt like he was going to be allowed release, her tongue unrapped from around Cuthbert and a gentle push caused his legs to buckle. When had all strength left him like this? Thankfully the succubus didn't need his strength, as she climbed atop him and with one hand guided his throbbing prick into her sex. The lips were so hot he felt they might scald, but that was nothing compared to her internal heat as he slid inside her; it was like dipping his dick into hot oil, the sensation so intense that it made every nerve ending in his body fire in unison as Cuthbert immediately came.

Some small part of him noticed the semen leaking down his shaft get sucked back up, as if the succubus' pussy was drinking him up, but all Cuthbert could focus on was the woman's ethereal beauty. As the succubus moaned with pleasure he felt true happiness--not for the orgasm rocking his body, but because he, a mere mortal, could bring some small degree of satisfaction to this magnificent being. He could spend a lifetime looking only at her, and when she started to slowly ride his dick the succubus seemed to suck in all the light around her until she was truly all he could see. Maybe it was magic or maybe it was his consciousness starting to fade, but whatever it was Cuthbert loved her for it...

With a blinding flash of clarity, the cleric stepped into his field of view literally glowing to wash away the darkness. Ziri looked more powerful than Cuthbert had ever seen her, muscles showing even through her curvaceous layer of fat, and her brilliance cleared his mind's fog to remind him what this succubus was and what she was doing to them. They were giving this succubus some of their life energies to save the elf, and the cleric played her part by bending the succubus forward and unapologetically pushing her cock into the demon's ass.

"Oh, yes! Don't hold back, dear Daughter of Freyja!" the succubus shouted, clearly relishing on having both of her holes filled. From his place on the ground, he could only watch as Ziri hammered into the demon, each thrust pressing into his own cock through the inner wall. It felt amazing, and as Cuthbert tried his best to match her rhythm the succubus started to get lost in her own pleasure and moan with a horrifyingly demonic growl.

The cleric's presence having returned some of his strength, Cuthbert stood up and together we held the succubus aloft between us, legs held wide as we fucked her pussy and ass. For good measure he leaned over and started kissing Ziri while they fucked the demon, her warm lips filling him with selfless joy that beat back the monster-induced desire for servitude. He don't know if it was Freyja's protection acting through the cleric or what, but it allowed him to maintain a clear mind and merely enjoy the sensation of the demon's supernaturally warm sex.

They kept kissing as they both came again, and after two life-draining orgasms he could give no more and collapsed to the ground. Cuthbert found himself laying beside the unconscious elf and Ziri fell on the other side of her, panting heavily and clearly feeling just as weak as he was. As if waking from a good nap the succubus stood over the trio and stretched, a flowing white cloak appearing out of nowhere to drape over her bare shoulders, and it suddenly occurred to Cuthbert that there was no way for them to fight this demon off if she felt like simply slitting their throats. Instead she grinned at them and mewed, "It's so rare to see a cleric willingly give herself to me. I can't wait to see you all at full strength again, my dears. 'Til then, enjoy this parting gift."

The succubus casually waved a hand in their direction, sending a wave of magic over the defenseless mortals. All three of their bodies were gripped in arcs of electricity; where before the demonic magic had heightened his sense of pleasure, this was more akin to a hot poker jabbing his nerves and forcing Cuthbert into a dry orgasm. Hurt like a bitch and his body didn't stop convulsing until he just gave up and passed out.

...

Cuthbert wasn't entirely sure how long he had been unconscious, but the high sun said it must've been at least two hours. He was dressed back in his tunic, the succubus was gone, and instead two figures were standing in front of a bonfire. Cuthbert walked up to stand next to Ziri and the elf, and there he realized the two had collected the bodies of every fallen elf guard and placed them in a giant funeral pyre. The elf was saying a prayer in her flowing native tongue as the cleric stood in revered silence, and not wanting to be rude the marksman did the same.

Actually, this presented the first actual chance Cuthbert had to give the elf woman a solid look. Skin of vibrant ebony and hair a full-bodied ponytail of black ropes adorned with turquoise baubles, the elf had a slightly angular face and piercing hazel eyes flecked with gold that sparkled in the dancing flame. She was dressed in the tattered remains of what must have once been and exquisite blue and green silk dress that showed off more skin than it hid, and still managed to stand proud and proper despite it all. Tall, slim, and athletic, the elf was effectively the opposite of the buxom Ziri in every practical way. And she was openly crying as she prayed for her fallen comrades.

With a nod, the elf finished her prayer and wiped her face dry before turning to the cleric. "Thank you for your aid and blessings, Cleric Ziri. Oh, hello," she added, upon seeing the man had joined them. "Thank you, too. Ziri explained that the succubus--calls herself Yoellael--would've surely killed me had you two not stepped in." She curtsied, or at least did a passing job in her shredded dress. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Inyelw'n, sixth duchess for the royal court of Eiriadhuld, and I am in your debt."

Shit, she really was royalty. Cuthbert responded with what was surely the stiffest bow she had ever seen and mumbled, "And I am Cuthbert. Uh, fighter." Inyelw'n smirked ever so slightly at the marksman surely finding humor in his blasé occupation, but Cuthbert reminded himself that people cut from such expensive cloth generally didn't keep company such as him. Besides, surely returning her to her kingdom would net him a very, very handsome reward.

"And what's your next step, Ms. Inyelw'n?" Ziri asked, placing a reassuring hand on the duchess' shoulder. "Is there anything else we can do for you?"

Inyelw'n gave one last look at the funeral pyre before turning her back on it and facing us. "Well, I am clearly now in need of a new entourage. I cannot promise any payment upfront, save what we can salvage from the carriage, but once we reach the port city I can assure you will receive compensation well beyond your efforts from my diplomats. From there we may do well to go our separate ways, for I fully intend to gather every Eiriandhuld knight and sellsword I can manage, return to this forsaken forest, hunt down that decrepit best, and send her back to the Abyss from whence she came!" The elf's speech had steadily grown in intensity, ending in a shrill scream as the flames behind her leapt up an additional hundred feet in the air.

The duchess may not have noticed what she had done, but Ziri and Cuthbert certainly had.

Naturally, the coach that had brought them this far hadn't been willing to wait or merely assumed they had been killed off, and after Cuthbert was done cursing him for taking his pack they assessed their situation. The small army of elven guards had left behind enough rations that starvation was at least not an issue, and Cuthbert was skinny enough to take some spare clothes while Inyelw'n changed into a new dress, but there was no replacing the cleric's collection of herbs and oils. Ziri remained optimistic, saying that buying replacements in any big city wouldn't be an issue, but he still felt bad for her. Inyelw'n directed the two to pack up anything that was small and valuable--Cuthbert couldn't help but note that Ziri and he each ended up carrying significantly more than her--and without wasting any time we set off for Ightwood.

During the walk Cuthbert quickly took a liking to Inyelw'n, if only because she gave Ziri someone else to tell the complete history of Freyja. And somehow, she was managing to keep pace with the cleric.

"Now I understand that becoming an ordained cleric involves the body transformation, but why does a goddess of fertility let you control how fertile you are? And why does every cleric have an artificial phallus?"

Ziri was only too happy to answer, and in her excitement the tumble of explanations steadily grew to a torrential pace. "Well you see, Freyja isn't just a fertility goddess. As a Life Domain cleric, my job is to spread companionship and healing, and Freyja understands that parents are less likely to become adventurers so she lets us prevent any pregnancies from happening before we're ready. That goes for those close to me, too. But trust him that, should I ever retire from being a cleric and Freyja was pleased with my services she'll certainly reward me with as big a family as I can handle! But the transformation itself... well, both that and the strap-on are to bring us closer to Freyja; I was a skinny lil' thing before I joined the order, and Freyja is a unique goddess in that she has both sown and reared many children. Certainly weird feeling the sensations a man does when I wear it, but I've grown to like it. And I know someone who REALLY likes it!"

Cuthbert grunted as Ziri threw an arm around his shoulders, the cleric beaming at him while Inyelw'n quietly chuckled. He just stared downward and tried to control the spreading blush, leaving him too distracted to notice the ambush.

With a crashing of leaves and loud growls, two fully grown gnolls armed with spears leapt out of the bushes to surround us. Inyelw'n instantly lost her composure and scrambled to the back with a yelp, leaving Ziri and Cuthbert to fend off the monsters. The marksman was quickest, whipping out his bow and letting off an arrow that struck a gnoll on the shoulder and merely managed to draw its ire. The cleric held her warhammer close to her chest and began chanting a prayer, and when the beast swung at Cuthbert he found it surprisingly easy to dodge. The warm sensation filling him meant that Ziri's blessing must be working, and he shot the gnoll again square in the chest.

The thrill of not immediately getting stabbed in combat was a new rush for him, but a shriek brought that enjoyment crashing down. They had lost track of the other gnoll, who had backed Inyelw'n up against a tree and was ready to run her through. "No, get away!" she screamed. "I will not die here to some beast! Not after everything! Get away! I said FUCK OFF!"

The gnoll had raised its arms to strike, but was blown back in a torrent of ice and snow that shot out of the elf's outstretched hands. The newly-frosted monster let out an oath in its native tongue, scampering off for its life with its partner right behind. Cuthbert let out a whoop of victory and ran up to Inyelw'n to congratulate her, but rather than celebrating he realized she was staring in horror at the ice chips still clinging to her fingertips and pleading quietly to herself.

"How... how did I do that?"

...

"Now you're absolutely sure no one else in your family has ever been a natural-born spellcaster?" Cuthbert had returned with firewood for tonight's campsite, and could hear Ziri was still drilling Inyelw'n for her entire magical history.

"No, no one! Closest was a distant cousin that cut all family ties and became a wandering bard, but that's it!" The poor elf was looking increasingly distraught as the evening had stretched on and they hadn't been able to figure out why she had suddenly started commanding the forces of magic.

"Okay, that's okay," Ziri said, trying to placate Inyelw'n. "It's not unheard of for people to spontaneously get magic, but... that's usually only found in children, and the timing is really suspect. It's possible that when the succubus cast that spell on us, it was only to incapacitate Cuthbert and myself while she did something far worse to you."

Inyelw'n's eyes grew to the size of saucers as the implication set in. "You mean, she seeded him with some black magic?" She stood up and began to pace, fingers raking through her hair. "No, no, this cannot be. Imbued with the same horrors that killed my disciples, my family would never let me back in. I would be seen as a whore for the demons. Exiled, even burned at the stake for treason. I can't go back home! Why would the succubus do this to me, Ziri? What is wrong with that bitch!?" Inyelw'n was shouting now, the final word of her rant punctuated with a shower of sparks shooting out of her mouth. The elf clapped a hand over her lips and scrunched up her face, trying to fight back any more outbursts.

Cuthbert was the one to console Inyelw'n this time, taking her by the shoulders and gently sitting her back down onto the log that made their bench. "Hey now, you're alright. You're alive, that's what matters, and... uh, I'm sure Ziri's order knows some ritual to get the demon magics out of you, okay?" It seemed to calm Inyelw'n down a tad, or at least keep her from getting worse until Ziri sat down on the other side of her with a thin strip of leather in her hands.

"Cuthbert's right, I don't know much about demonic exorcisms but I know my sisters do. But for the time being, this might help." Ziri presented the leather strip, revealing that it was actually a sort of collar. About an inch wide, the leather was a simple black but appeared very soft and had a thin chain running from a hoop attached at the front. "These collars are used by my order to restrain demons. This one's just a training collar and wouldn't work at all against an actual succubus, but I'm thinking it would at least dampen the effect her curse is having on you."

Inyelw'n gave the strip a look of barely-concealed displeasure, but allowed the cleric to fasten it around her neck. The instant it clasped shut she groaned slightly and put a hand to her forehead, saying, "Oh wow, it's definitely doing something. I can feel my thoughts clearing, I did not even realize this anger had been clouding me so." Inyelw'n stood, stretched, and held her hand out, palm up. She concentrated on it for a solid minute, but eventually they could see electricity arcing between her fingers. They were small, but undeniably there, and Inyelw'n let her hand drop limp with a satisfied sigh. "Go figure, it feels like my magical 'center' is in my loins. Trying to use magic tingles in a… Well, maybe now that I have a degree of control I can actually use the demon's curse to do some good. 'Til then, goodnight Ziri and Cuthbert." Without another word she yawned, curled up on her bed roll, and promptly fell asleep.

Cuthbert stayed up for a while longer, prodding the campfire to life while Ziri circled the perimeter for an initial check. She sat down on the log next to him with an exhausted huff, and he gave her a gentle nudge. "So what do you think about our new mage?"

Ziri rubbed tired eyes and gave the snoring woman a long look. "I don't know. I've heard of people making pacts with demons, but never of a demon forcing their magic on someone. So it makes sense to assume that Inyelw'n sold out her knights for power and the deal went wrong, but that's not the impression I get."

"Mhm. Plus, I've seen warlocks and Inyelw'n ain't one. The way she controls magic is more like a sorceress, with the sheer willpower and all. Guess we'll just have to keep an eye out until we get to town, but I'm hopeful." Ziri only hummed in response, but scooted a bit closer and laid her head on his shoulder.

They watched the fire in silence for a time, but when Cuthbert could sense her growing heavy he jostled Ziri back awake. "Hey, you lay down and get some rest, I'll take first watch." The cleric's protests were half-hearted at best, and when she finally did go to sleep the marksman stretched to make his first of many security checks.

...

"Curse these arcane secrets!" Inyelw'n cursed for the fifth time today. They were almost to the city, and the elf had spent the long day's walk trying to attain a better hold on her new spellcasting. So far she had managed to cast a number of small tricks with Prestidigitation--and set Cuthbert’s pack on fire once--but nothing of real effectiveness and it was starting to eat at the budding sorceress. The normally prim and proper duchess had slowly been reduced to a growling madwoman, and her mood was putting him on edge.

"Inye, can you give it a rest?" Cuthbert finally snapped at her. "You're just beating your head into a wall at this point."

Inyelw'n grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around so his back was to a large tree, forcing him to face her from a breath away. "Listen, you simpering fool. I was cursed by a demonic whore, not you. I've been left unable to go home again, not you. I've had everyone under my care sucked dry like a wine sack, NOT YOU. The very least I can do is learn how to control this curse so I can turn it around on the succubus, and you won't stop me!"

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During her tirade Inyelw'n had walked forward until she was pressed right up against Cuthbert. Now he’s a tall guy, but being an elf Inyelw'n was actually just slightly above his eye level, so having her look down upon him was just an additional insult. He was geared up for a rebuttal, but the words died on his lips when the marksman realized just how incredibly hot Inyelw'n's body was. In both senses of the word, he could feel heat radiating off her breasts as they heaved against his chest and he wanted nothing more than to tear her blouse open.

She must have noticed him growing hard, because her pelvis started to grind on his and Inyelw’n let out a tiny moan in his ear. The rational part of his brain was screaming that he should be worried about these mood swings, but the rest of him didn't care when she pushed him behind the bushes and practically pounced on top. Inyelw'n wasted no time with foreplay, opting instead to make him lay down, tear his pants open, lift up her dress, and guide him right into her sex.

The woman was so wet she was practically dripping, and once she had slid down to his hilt she leaned forward and begged him with shaking breath, "Make it hurt, Cuthbert. Please."

"I... huh?" Certainly not something he’d ever been asked, and it caught him off guard.

"I said FUCKING SLAP ME!" Cuthbert obeyed her as if compelled, slapping Inyelw'n across the cheek with what he hoped wasn't too much force. It wasn't, for the elf's eyes immediately rolled back in her head and her legs quivered in a full-body orgasm. Just from a slap? While Inyelw'n was distracted by her convulsions, he took the opportunity to rip open the front of her clothes and let everything fall to the side, exposing perky breasts and glistening chocolate skin.

All she was wearing now was the collar with the chain dangling in his face, and struck with inspiration Cuthbert took the thin lead and yanked it backwards. Inyelw'n gasped for air as her body was forced to arch backwards, but he saw a huge smile spread across her face and Inyelw'n began to grind his dick in earnest. "Oh yes! Choke me, slap me, fucking use me!" she shouted, or what passed for shouting between shortened breaths.

Now getting into the rougher mood, I flipped Inyelw'n over so she was on her hands and knees and I was standing behind her. Leaning deep over her rump, I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her face down towards the leaves. "If you're going to act like a bitch, then I'm going to fuck you like one." I rammed his prick into her and started pounding with full force, leaving Inyelw'n to helplessly squirm from her prone position.

I was a little worried that hammering her while pinned like this might be hurting Inyelw'n, but then she actually started laughing. "Yes, yes, more! I've been such a bitch to you, show me how much you hate it!" The marksman leaned back and yanked on the chain again, cutting off her air supply and forcing her head to snap back. Inyelw'n could still breathe, but just barely, and every shallow breath was used to beg for more.

I could feel myself nearing climax when a voice suddenly said, "You better not be finishing up already." It was Ziri, standing off to one side, fully nude with one hand massaging her hourglass figure while another stroked her magical shaft.

"Please, Ziri... I need more... fill me up," Inyelw'n choked out, and with a grin the cleric sauntered over to us. She playfully slapped her cock against Inyelw'n's cheek a few times, eliciting a pained whine from her. "No, please... don't tease me... facefuck me, Ziri!" The other responded by grabbing a fistful of dreadlocks and forcing her full length down Inyelw'n's throat, showing no mercy as she pounded the elf's face.

Not wanting the helpless woman to pass out, Cuthbert slackened the chain and used his hands to slap her ass, pinch her nipples, anything his fumbling mind could think of to increase the painful pleasure. Eventually he could restrain myself no more an dumped a full load inside Inyelw'n's pussy, sending her into another round of convulsions as she came with him.

Cuthbert stood up and tried to steady his spinning head, while Inyelw'n slumped onto a boulder to catch her breath. Her face was slick with tears and spittle but she split a wide smile at him before leaning back, chest heaving wonderfully, legs open to show his seed starting to leak out of her slit.

The marksman merely grinned, happily enjoying the view, when Ziri suddenly appeared behind me. "Oh, you're not quite done yet. You finished too early, darling," she said, giving the back of his neck a kiss that sent shivers down his spine. He could feel her erection pressed up against his buttocks, and before Cuthbert could say anything Ziri bent him forward and pushed inside.

Getting stretched out by Ziri's thick meat without any foreplay fucking hurt, but his enchanted lube job must've still been going strong because she slid all the way in without any problem. Beneath all the pain it still felt amazing, and when she pressed up against his prostate his spent dick sprang back up to full attention. "Oh my, he really does like it..." Inyelw'n quietly said, and I looked up to see her starting at him in amazement, one hand absentmindedly rubbing her swollen clit.

"Our man more than likes it!" Ziri laughed. "Look how sensitive it makes him!" The cleric began toying with him, rubbing one of his nipples between thumb and forefinger while she tugged at his organ. The different sensations running all over his body felt so good that Cuthbert instinctively pressed back against Ziri's curves, splayed out like some cheap whore while she humped him. Pressing into him deep, Ziri forced him to take a step forward and he could do nothing but moan and comply, marching forward until he was standing right in front of Inyelw'n.

"Now look at the mess you made! Clean it up, sweetie," Ziri said, grabbing onto his hair and forcing his head between Inyelw'n's chocolate thighs. The elf spread her legs for him, but clamped down around his head when he gave her clit a tentative lick. She must've liked it, so Cuthbert kept a steady pace until Inyelw'n pushed his head further down and buried him in her sopping pussy.

Begrudgingly, he started to eat his own cum out of her, and although it still tasted bad Inyelw'n's own sex juice was quite sweet and he just focused on that. Cuthbert lapped up every drop he could reach, Inyelw'n's hand on his head a constant pressure to make him go deeper and deeper with his tongue.

With her pelvis pressed up against his face and her lithe thigh muscles squeezing down on his ears, he couldn't see or hear much of anything and his body seemed to become even more sensitive to compensate: Cuthbert could taste and smell every aspect of Inyelw'n's sweet juices mixed with his bitter cum, he could feel every vein of Ziri's cock as it pumped into me, and arcs of electricity shot all over his body as two sets of hands gripped, prodded, stroked, and handled him every which way they wanted to.

No point in fighting it--this was fucking great.

Both women must've been enjoying themselves just as much, as it wasn't long before Ziri's strokes became slower and deeper, and Inyelw'n's grip on his head became even tighter. The cleric came first, his ass filling with the hot semen right before the elf's body convulsed and squirted, and I was suddenly swallowing whole mouthfuls of her sweet cum. Getting filled from both ends was surprisingly erotic, enough so that with a strained moan and a leg-shaking orgasm I spilled his own seed all over the grass below me.

All three of us now thoroughly spent, we collapsed into a sweaty tangle on the grass and just panted for a while. Inyelw'n was the first one to catch her breath, saying, "Oh my god, that was amazing. I haven't been fucked like that in years."

"Yeah, I gotta say no one has ever asked me to make it hurt," I responded, huffing a laugh. "Getting choked and slapped like that really feels good?"

She explained how, "It's more of the domination aspect, really. Being a duchess, even one down the line, is fucking stressful, so every now and then I just need to... relinquish control to someone you trust. The pain just enhances the pleasure." Inyelw'n wiggled up until she was laying on his chest with one arm draped over his waist before continuing, "Also, when fucking me doggy style, feel free to really dig your fingers into my waist. Leaving little finger bruises is a good thing."

"Uh, alright."

Ziri giggled, causing his head on her stomach to bounce a bit. "Oh hon, there's so much for you to learn. Don't worry, you'll get there." She stroked his hair for a moment and said, "So Inyelw'n, you feeling any better?"

"Much better, thank you. I guess the curse still affects me, it just builds up in a different way now. Speaking of..." Inyelw'n held up a slender hand, focused for a moment, and snapped her fingers. A glowing orb the size of an apple appeared, orbiting above her hand, and with a swish flew into a nearby tree with a satisfying thunk. "And that's Magic Missile. Wonderful."

"Yay Inyelw'n! We'll make a sorceress out of you yet," Ziri said, sitting up to give the elf a quick kiss to seal the congratulation. Then she stood and announced, "Alright team, we can still make town by sundown if we hurry. And I want a proper bath, so if we don't make it then you two are going to regret it. Now let's go!"

-To be continued-