Here's the next part of Chapter 6. Please Enjoy.
As the late afternoon started to roll in, Ravutha and her horde soldiers arrived at the castle in a large, flying carriage like train drawn by four black raptor dragons. Upon landing, Ravutha and her members of the horde that traveled with her exited the train. Ravutha herself was a sight to see of course, dressed in a black robe, a purple and black bustier with silver embroidery, a black thong and long black boots. A few members of the horde who saw her quickly turned away and clasped their stimulated crotches. Gargloth greeted his mistress upon her arrival.
“Hello, Mistress Ravutha,” welcomed Gargloth, bowing to her, “We are honored to have you here, Milady.”
“Hello Gargloth,” Ravutha replied, pleased to see Gargloth’s restraint, “Did Lazurai arrive here earlier?”
“Yes, Milady. He is in his room having a snack,” Gargloth answered.
“I see, where is his room?”
“He’s in the east wing on the third floor, next to the armory,” The gremlin directed.
“Thank you. I need to have a word with him,” Ravutha said walking off towards the quarters of her apprentice.
As she strolled down the halls with her breasts bouncing and her hips rocking, Ravutha thought to herself. The way Gargloth spoke it sounded like Lazurai had shirked his duty and she would not allow that, especially not from her apprentice. She generally considered herself a reasonable and forgiving employer and allowed her minions many chances to redeem themselves. Lazurai didn’t have that luxury as her apprentice. She gave him power, taught him her spells and secrets to which she expected his full devotion and loyalty to do her bidding. She wasn’t going to give him all she had given and not be payed back in full. She arrived at Lazurai’s quarters and opened the door revealing five, nude, female light elf slaves sprawled out on the floor in various mixes of pleasure, agony, and exhaustion. Lazurai himself lay nude on the large red bed, his large penis hanging out as he looked seductively at his teacher and mistress.
“Had a good meal?” She said.
“Yes, in fact. You have wonderful taste in slaves, Lady Ravutha,” Lazurai said, “These girls were delicious. Although I do always prefer more...experienced partners.”
“Lazurai, I didn’t simply send you here to sample the hired help,” Ravutha said, “I will not have my resources squandered on a useless pupil. I want a status report. Did you initiate the plan?”
“Yes, our little thief is approaching Mikhaela’s party as we speak and she will soon initiate phase 2,” Lazurai said.
Ravutha was a little surprised to hear good news but thankful. She smiled at her apprentice, “Good. So, do you think our little fly will do well?”
“Absolutely. Especially with the promise that she may be free,” Lazurai said, “Her abilities will make the mission easy.”
Ravutha smirked sinisterly, “Excellent, I look forward to the results. I suppose you do need a reward then.”
Ravutha threw off her robe and undid her bustier, releasing her bosom that bounced as she walked towards Lazurai. Seeing his master approach him and stripping, Lazurai’s elfhood stood up to it’s full height and length at about a foot long. He smirked looking forward to his reward.
While the two dark elf villains screwed like bunnies, Cyril sat in a bookstore, reading through a particular tome. He looked up from the pages and looked out an adjacent window to see the light of the day slightly fading.
“It’s getting a little late. I should probably get back to the inn,” Cyril paused and sighed, “the inn...”
Thinking about the inn brought up thoughts of Mikhaela and Uahna’s bickering. He did feel a tiny little ego boost by being the object of the pair’s affections but the boost faded thanks to the fighting. He was somewhat surprised by Mikhaela being jealous of Uahna’s flirting. It wasn’t as though any of them had entered into a relationship beyond some casual sex but they were fighting so vehemently. Given the choice, he’d probably go with Mikhaela. He was starting to develop a crush on her but she didn’t seem as interested in him beyond their sex or did she? He sighed, picking up his books, and going to the cashier.
“What’s this? ‘New Magic Techniques’ and ‘Guide to Guises’?” said the Old balding cashier as he examined the books, “Planning on literally charming some pretty young thing?”
The cashier chuckled and Cyril sniggered.
“No, just research,” Cyril said, “I have enough girl trouble without enchanting someone.”
“ohoho, okay lad. That’ll be 25 silver,” the cashier said and Cyril handed him the money.
He walked out on to the streets of Nadgar in the late afternoon. As he walked along the street, Cyril didn’t notice a small creature flitting into the alley just in front of him and began to change in size. As he began to pass the alley though, the young wizard felt a strange sensation, a mystical energy that felt extraordinarily different yet oddly familiar. He tried to put his finger on it when heard a voice call him.
“Yoohoo! Wizard Boy!” called a feminine voice.
Cyril turned around towards the alley and leaning against the corner of it was a beautiful woman. She wore a yellowish blouse with raglan sleeves, a dark red corset, and a long burgundy skirt with a slit down one side exposing one of her long shapely legs. She had long black hair that went down past her shoulders, framing her dark brown eyes, ruby lips, and lightly tanned skin. Her outfit of course emphasized her curvesome body such as her wide hips and large, cantaloupe sized bosom, not mention that the outfit and manner seemed to imply that she was a prostitute.
“You in need of a little company, Mr. Mage?” she said.
While tempted by the dark haired woman, Cyril wasn’t entirely interested considering Mikhaela’s bust made this woman’s tits look like a pair of cherry tomatoes. He figured he’d go back to the inn and maybe talk things out with Mikhaela and maybe get some time alone with her.
“Sorry, Miss, but I’m not interested,” Cyril politely said to the woman.
Before Cyril turned away the woman smiled and put her left hand to her breasts. Her hand glowed a bright pink and the glow transmitted to her bosom causing them to start jiggling. With each wobble, Her breasts seemed to grow and shook even more. Her blouse strained by her expanding bust and started to tear down the front. Cyril became almost hypnotized by the woman’s glowing, growing and wriggling chest. He’d never seen such a thing before in life and was getting pretty damn aroused by them. As the glow subsided along the jiggling, Her breasts almost overflowing out of her top at a size similar to a pair of watermelons. Her blouse was almost ready to burst.
“Are you interested now?” The woman asked Cyril.
“W-well, I gotta say you certainly intrigue me,” Cyril admitted.
The woman licked her lips and came up close to Cyril, mashing her newly developed breasts against his chest. Cyril went stiff as a board, in more ways then one, feeling those massive melons pressed against him.
“So, would you like some company?” the woman asked.
Cyril was finding it hard to concentrate. Those tits of hers felt great against his chest. He was feeling tempted to take her back to the inn but he would feel like such an asshole bringing her back and Mikhaela wouldn’t speak to him or possibly she’d cast some spell on him as revenge.
“I...I dunno...” He said.
“Look into my eyes and tell me straight,” the woman said.
After a few moments and a brief battle in Cyril’s mind, chivalry and his conscience won out over lust and his libido. He looked the woman straight in the face and prepared to tell her now when he noticed something odd about her eyes. Her dark brown irises changed to a glowing yellow-green. Cyril began to feel entranced by the woman’s gaze. He realized something was wrong. This was some kind of magic, a spell. Cyril commanded his body to move and turn away but it just stood there. He tried to call out for help but no words came out of his mouth. He wanted to do something but all his body did was stand and stare. The woman smirked and let out a small chuckle.
An hour or so later, the rest of the party was spending time in the tavern area of the Green Fairy House. Anthony chatted up some of the more shapely female members of the wait staff, pouring on some of that royal charm. Uahna entertained a few fellow patrons of the male persuasion, flaunting her body and flirting with them. Levine and Mikhaela on the other hand, were sitting at a table quietly sharing a cup of tea. Mikhaela stared into her cup lost in thought, staring at her reflection in her drink and occasionally looking towards the door of the inn. Levine was slightly occupied with keeping an eye on Uahna to make sure she stayed out of too much trouble but was also concerned about Mikhaela, who she was starting to build a friendship towards.
“Mikhaela, are you alright?” Levine asked.
Mikhaela looked towards her elvish companion, “Hmm? Oh, I’m fine.”
“Worried about Cyril?” Levine asked.
“A little. I’m not sure why he isn’t back yet,” Mikhaela said.
“Well, he’s able to fight, isn’t he?” Levine said, “I’m mean he is a reasonably skilled sorcerer and fighter. I have seen him in battle.”
“I’ve seen him, too,” Mikhaela said, “But he’s my pupil. So I worry about him.”
“You seem to care about him quite a bit,” Levine said.
Mikhaela slightly blushed, “He’s come to rescue more that once and stood up for me too. He’s a good guy. Unlike others I could mention.”
She emphasized others as she saw Anthony come towards them, a subtle sway to his swagger suggesting some slight tipsiness.
“What are you two doing being so quiet? Come on, relax and have some fun,” suggested the inebriated prince.
“Sorry, not interested your highness,” Mikhaela said.
“Come on, Mikhaela,” Anthony said getting closer to Mikhaela, “Cyril’s not around and I’m sure these big boobs of your’s need some attention.”
Saying this, Anthony came up behind her and groped her monumental mammaries. Mikhaela cried out in surprise before her face contorted into anger and she struck Anthony with a small but painful charge of electricity. He let go of Mikhaela’s breasts and fell to the floor with some slight smoke coming from his body. However, it didn’t stop him as he got up and went over Levine.
“How about you, Levine?” Anthony said.
“Bugger off, Prince Anthony,” Levine said monotony.
“Come on, why do you relax,” Anthony said his hands moving towards her breast plate, “Maybe take off the chest plate so I can get a better look at those big boobs of y-“
Anthony was cut off as Levine gave him a hard uppercut to the chin, knocking him to the floor.
“Don’t you dare,” She said sternly.
Anthony crawled away slightly defeated and went off to get some love from the wait staff. Mikhaela looked at Levine curiously due to Anthony’s comment.
“Big Boobs?” Mikhaela asked, “What big boobs?”
“Oh nothing. He’s just in a drunken stupor and babbling probably,” Levine said.
Before Mikhaela could continue to inquire anymore, someone entered the inn and went to the bar.
“Nice place,” said a female voice, “A bit loud.”
“It’ll be quieter upstairs...for a little while at least,” Said a familiar voice.
Mikhaela’s heart rose as she recognized Cyril’s voice.
“Cyril, you’re back. Where have you be-“ Mikhaela stopped when she saw Cyril was accompanied by a dark haired woman. She was confused. Why was he here with this woman? She noticed the dark woman’s impressive bust. While it wasn’t as big as her’s, she was still fairly big. She walked up to the two of them.
“Cyril, who is this?” Mikhaela asked.
“Oh this is...” He started but the girl finished.
“Ebony. My name is Ebony.”
She smiled smugly at Mikhaela. Mikhaela ignored the woman’s gaze turned to Cyril.
“Where have you been? I was worried about you,” Mikhaela said.
“I went to a bookstore and did some reading but I also met Ebony here. She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Cyril said.
“Yes, she’s pretty,” Mikhaela said flatly. She felt something was off about Cyril she wasn’t sure what though.
“We had dinner at a small restaurant and now I’m going to take her up stair for a little private time,” He explained.
“Private time? But Cyril, we haven’t done any training today,” Mikhaela said, “You should come with me and we can do some-“
“Listen, Teach. I’m a bit busy at the moment,” Cyril said.
“Busy? Too busy with a street walker for your teacher? I thought you came on this journey for knowledge, not for tail in every city we stop in,” Mikhaela said getting a little frustrated. Why was he acting this way.
“Hey, I didn’t come back here to get a lecture,” Cyril snapped back at her.
“Cyril baby, I’m getting a little horny. Why don’t we go upstairs?” suggested Ebony.
“Sure thing, babe,” Cyril said as the two turned towards the stairs.
“Cyril! Come back here! I’m not finished talking to you,” Mikhaela said.
“Well, I’m finished listening to you. Good Night,” He called back as He and Ebony went to the stairs.
Mikhaela couldn’t believe this. What was Cyril doing? This wasn’t the same man she’d taken on as her student. He just blew her off from some hooker in a torn top? Was this what he was really like? Was everything before just an act? She got very pissed and cried out, “Fine! Have fun with your whore, you asshole!”
Anthony came up behind Mikhaela putting his hand on her shoulder, “What poor treatment by that ungrateful peasant. I can assure you I wouldn’t treat you in such a manner, my dear Mikhaela.”
Mikhaela shot Prince Anthony a terrifying look like a savage beast ready to kill and spoke in an almost demonic growl, “Get your hands away from me or I will make your cock into a charred sausage.”
Even if he wasn’t drunk, Prince Anthony felt the mood and realized Mikhaela was not in the mood. He let a small uneasy chuckle, removed hand from Mikhaela’s shoulder, and walked safely out of arms reach of her. The enraged enchantress went towards the bar and sat down at it. “I want a pint of your strongest ale,” She loudly commanded.
While Mikhaela drank away her frustration and the other members of the party went about their way, Cyril and ‘Ebony’ arrived at the sorcerer’s room.
“Please open the door,” She said.
Cyril wanted to go down stairs and tell Mikhaela what was going on but his mouth said, “Of course,” and his body opened the door, inviting her in. As the two entered the room, Cyril screamed at himself to go get help but his body wouldn’t obey his commands. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ He thought, ‘Why can’t I move my body and why did I say stuff to Mikhaela that I didn’t mean? Who was this Ebony? Her magic is powerful and strong.’ He figured she had him under an enchantment of some kind. He wasn’t sure what but he’d figure it out. Ebony locked the door when they were both in the room. She let out a relaxed sigh.
“Well, that went smoothly. Now, Before I can get to your sorceress friend or your other allies,” She said, “You’ll have to be dealt with.”
‘Oh crap,’ Cyril thought, ‘What the hell is she going to do with me? For that matter what does she want with Mikhaela and the others? Is she with Ravutha? Contrina? Or maybe that other pupil of Phallion that Malkivor mentioned?’ He noticed Ebony licking her lips and got a bad feeling.
“Take your clothes off,” Ebony commanded.
‘Wha?’ He thought confused for a moment while his body began to strip. His thoughts came up with a potential hypothesis as he started to take off his tunic. She was probably a succubus assassin. She was going to fuck him to death and do the same to the others, swiping the ruby from their corpses. Granted not a bad way to go but he still didn’t want to die nor did he want Mikhaela and his friends to do die. Even Prince Anthony. He screamed himself to stop and protested but to no avail as his body took off his pants and underwear. Ebony came up to him, examining his body. She caressed Cyril’s fairly well-toned body in a little surprise.
“I’ve gotta say, I was expecting you to be thinner,” She grasped his cock which was slightly stiffened even before she started to stroke it,“Hmm, I’ve had bigger but I’m not complaining.”
Cyril’s body moaned a bit, responding to the attention given to his cock. Cyril wanted to protest however, Ebony’s handjob did feel really good. Her soft fingers caressed his shaft quickly but strangely gently. This service quickly led to his member getting hard pretty rapidly. Ebony got on her knees, grasping his shaft, and licked his tip.
“Mmm, your cock is pretty tasty. No wonder you’ve got the attention of quite a few women,” She said before she put her mouth on his prick and began sucking it.
Cyril’s moaning became a bit more impassioned as Ebony continued her lip and mouth service. While he knew this woman was trouble and that he had to get free of her grasp, this blowjob still felt great. Ebony herself licked and sucked on his cock, caressing the shaft with her lips and tongue. She moaned as well though more restrained than Cyril’s moans. Before it got too intense, Ebony took her mouth off Cyril’s manhood leaving it wet and hard.
“I think that’ll do for what I have in mind,” She said, “Now lie on the bed.”
Cyril, despite the blowjob and the potential follow-up, wanted to get out of here and find Mikhaela but of course, he was still under Ebony’s control so his body did as she commanded. As he lay on the bed, Ebony took off her corset and skirt, revealing her big, bare, panty-less ass to him as she bent over. Cyril couldn’t help but get a little aroused by that, causing his cock to get a bit stiffer and throb with desire. Ebony got onto the bed and stood on her knees, her enlarged tits towering over Cyril in the strained blouse. Even in such a terrible situation, the young sorcerer still desire seeing those breasts in their full glory, especially if they were to be the last breasts he’d ever see. While her face was slightly obscured by her bosom, Ebony smiled down dominantly at Cyril.
“You certainly like big tits, don’t you?” She asked, “Give me your answer.”
Cyril’s body nodded in response. Ebony smiled and her bosom began to glow again, only this time there was now jiggling performance. Her bosom simply glowed and grew against the confines of the blouse until finally her top exploded in a mess of fabric and her breasts where free, now being about three fourths the size of Mikhaela’s. Cyril could swear he was going to cum just seeing those tits burst out. Ebony leaned forward resting her breasts against Cyril’s chest making him aroused even further.
“Enough teasing. I think it’s time for the real thing,” She said.
She rose up, much to Cyril’s surprise with that immense amount of tit flesh, positioned herself over Cyril’s cock and inserted the wizard’s staff into her deep pussy. Ebony groaned a little with pleasure at the feeling of Cyril’s penis inside her. Cyril, surprisingly managing not cum after being inserted, noticed that Ebony’s pussy was already very damp, hinting at her own arousal. Ebony slowly began riding Cyril, rhythmically bouncing on his cock and gaining more pace as she rode him. Even though her breasts were now a massive size, they managed to bounce and shook as she rode him. Ebony moaned and cried as she fucked him.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” She cried in rhythm to her bucks. Cyril was getting more aroused as those huge knockers bounce with her pink erect nipples wiggled around. Noticing his interest and wanting attention to her breasts, Ebony commanded Cyril.
“Grope my tits! Suck my nipples!”
Cyril did as she demanded and probably even if he was under an enchantment he would do so. Cyril did his best to grope and caress the woman’s massive breasts as they were big and soft enough to almost swallow his hands. He places his lips on her left nipple and began sucking away on it. Ebony moaned with pleasure, “Mmmmm, that hits the spot~! Oh yeah!”
Ebony continued to ride him her pace increasing with each ride. The sensation of Cyril sucking on her nipples continue to arouse her. His tongue licked her nipples while his hands massage her breasts. He squeezes and kneads her tits, stimulating her arousal even more. While enamored with the woman’s breasts, Cyril thinks and tries to put the pieces together of what this woman is. She notices a slight movement from Cyril’s hips, a soft, weak thrust against her pussy.
“No that can’t be right,” She muttered before moaning again from Cyril’s breast play and continues to ride him.
As Ebony rides him, Cyril manages to see a slight change in her hair color. The black hair seemed a little shorted and seemed to change a bit in color. Her skin seemed to have a faint change as well too. Ebony seemed to notice this as well as her face gained little hints of worry before a proud smirk came to her lips.
“So you like big boobs, do you?” She said, “Answer my question, you horny boy!”
“Yes,” Cyril answered, giving the honest response even if he wasn’t under some enchantment.
“Well, then have your fill,” Ebony said and her breasts began to grow again. This time seeming to go past Mikhaela’s bust size and get even bigger. Her breasts reached down to Cyril’s torso now and continued. Cyril himself continued to suck on her nipples as long as he could until the breasts got too big that he had to lay back. Even then they continued to grow to the point where they were so large that her nipples touched the headboard and smothered Cyril’s upper torso, pinning him to the bed. Ebony continued to ride Cyril’s cock while her breasts rested on the bed and his body. While he was smothered under her massive breasts, Cyril was putting everything together about Ebony even if his mind was starting to be overcome by the sensation of tits nearly asphyxiating him. ‘Her abilities, her magic, her sex drive,’ He thought as it started to dawn on him, ‘could she really be...’
His thrusts into Ebony started gain a bit more strength thanks to the stimulation of her now humongous breasts on his body. Ebony continued her ride on Cyril’s cock, despite his continued thrusts. However, the overstimulation of his upper torso being smothered by oversized mammaries and the hard ride took their toll as Cyril finally came when Ebony gave one last slap against his pelvis. His cum shooting into her like a geyser, spraying sperm all over her pussy walls. Cyril’s moan stifled by the titanic teats covering his upper torso but Ebony’s cry seemed to sum up their combined pleasure.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh~!” Ebony cried out with pleasure.
After Cyril’s release seemed to reduce and subside, Ebony’s breasts began to reduce back to a more manageable size. With her breasts scaled down, she was able to get a look at the mage. Cyril appeared to be unconscious as if the overload of pleasure was too much for him and fainted or he went comatose due to the suffocation. She got off Cyril’s body and got a look at the man’s cock, still somewhat hard.
“What stamina, even if he is asleep,” Ebony said, “It’s too bad I have work do.”
She placed her hand on Cyril’s face as her body seemed to change.
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