Here's the third and final part of chapter six. After this I'll start posting some stuff related to the world like Info about the races, the locations, magic, and fauna along with pics and stuff. Please Enjoy.
Elsewhere in the inn, Mikhaela sat in her room alone, sitting on her bed,and sulking. She was frustrated, confused, and a smidgen tipsy. She was still hung up about Cyril’s behavior; the disrespectful way he spoke to her and coming back to the inn with some hooker. What was his problem? True, they weren’t a couple or anything but something about it irked her. What this Cyril’s real colors? She thought she might have found a kindred spirit, some intelligent and had a love for magic like she did. What her student really nothing more but a hormonal, disrespectful pig who’d gotten tired of her?
As she wondered this a knock came at the door.
“Come in,” She said.
The door opened revealing Cyril in a night shirt and pants. He smiled at her sheepishly. In response, Mikhaela turned her face away from him in a huff.
“Hey,” Cyril said.
“What do you want? Your new friend not enough for you tonight?” Mikhaela asked, “Well, I’m sorry but I’m not in the mood to entertain you. Your right hand will have to be your fuck buddy tonight.”
Mikhaela was trying to hide that fact that she was a little horny but she was going to stand for Cyril’s behavior.
“Actually, I didn’t do it with her,” He said.
Mikhaela blinked in surprise.
“What?” She said, “Are you playing with me?”
“No. After me and Ebony got in the room, I couldn’t go through with it,” Cyril said as he came closer, “I couldn’t do it with another woman.”
Mikhaela was a little surprised by this.
“Well, you may not have done it with her,” Mikhaela said her voice waining before she stood up to face him sternly, “But don’t think you’re off the hook, mister. I haven’t forgotten what you said to me in the tavern.”
“That’s why I came here,” Cyril said, “I wanted to apologize.”
“Eh?”
“I’m sorry I said those terrible things, Master Mikhaela,” Cyril said,coming closer to her, “It was horrible of me to say such things and I know I can’t take them back.”
Mikhaela was still a little surprised. Cyril seemed more like his old self but something was different too.
“Please understand that I’m sorry and that I care for you so much Mikhaela,” He said, coming up to her and putting his hand on her face.
Mikhaela was feeling strange. Something was off. Was it just the ale affecting her? She wasn’t sure but Cyril speaking to her like this was making her very happy.
“Know that I care so much about you,” He said leaning in kissing her full on the lips.
Mikhaela felt wonderful. She felt a strange ecstasy wash over her. Was this a dream? Maybe it was. Maybe she’d come back to her room and fallen asleep from the alcohol. She didn’t really care. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her breasts against his torso. Cyril in turn groped the breasts mashing up against his chest, feeling the tits through the material of the shirt on Mikhaela’s chest. Feeling her tits getting groped, Mikhaela took the hint and stepped back.
“Should have figured you’d want to get your hands on these,” She said pulling her shirt off and releasing her tits.
With Mikhaela’s massive milkbags released, Cyril continued to grope her more throughly. He kneeled down and went about his groping and kneading along with sucking upon her nipples. The massively endowed mage moaned as her apprentice fondled and suckled her large sensitive breasts. It felt strangely better than the last time they had sex.
“Mmmmaahhhh~! Yes, yes, that feels good,” She cried out, “I think I might be able to forgive you and maybe give you something for your sweet talk. First though, take off your clothes.”
He did what he was told, quickly stripping down to his naked body and presenting his erect penis which seemed larger than usual. Mikhaela didn’t take much note of it, just figuring maybe Cyril was a bit pent up. She when down to her knees and grasped his shaft.
“So hard,” She said, lightly stroking it, “I know just where you want me to put this.”
Mikhaela spread her breasts apart as best as she could and sandwiched Cyril’s cock in between them. Cyril winced and moaned with delight.
“Oooahh, feels great,” He said.
Mikhaela looked a little surprised at his reaction. His expression seemed a little embarrassed as if he’d never had a titfuck before. Mikhaela continued the titfuck, working his shaft with her tits with a steady rhythm. Her massive mammaries surrounding his cock and shaking around it, massaging it in a wonderful way. As she did, Cyril smiled happily as he received the the one in a million titfuck. Noting his pleasure, Mikhaela increased her pace along with squeezing and grinding her tits together to give Cyril even more pleasure. She was loving this as his warm cock radiated and caused her knockers to tingle with her own pleasure. She noticed to her surprise, his tip poking out of her cleavage. Hungry for a taste of it, She put her mouth over the tip and began sucking on it. That salty taste so familiar. She loved it. Cyril moaned loudly with pleasured cries at the titfuck and headjob.
“Uaahhhh, So good,” He moaned.
“It’s good isn’t it?” Asked a voice.
“Yeah, it’s better that I could’ve ever expected,” Cyril said.
After saying that, He realized that voice didn’t come from Mikhaela but someone else who was in the room. He turned his head to see Cyril standing the door way, holding his staff. He leaned against it looking a little serious. The Other Cyril looked astonished while Mikhaela paused and looked towards the doorway confused.
“Eh? Two Cyril’s?” She asked seeming very slow to process this.
As Mikhaela looked at the Cyril in the doorway, The Cyril she was giving a titfuck to lifted his hand and it started to glow. Cyril worrying for his master thought fast.
“Mikhaela keep titfucking...uh, me!” Cyril cried to her.
“Oh! Sure,” She said, “I’m just getting started.”
With this, Mikhaela seemed to pick up the pace of her titfuck causing the Cyril she was titfucking to lose focus and the glow on his hand to fade. Cyril sighed at the success of the diversion. However, he turned to his doppelganger.
“Not used to this kind of pleasure, are you?” Cyril said entering the room and closing the door.
“H-ha-how are you still conscio-oooh-us?” The doppelganger replied as his cock was still being bombarded with breast based pleasure.
“I have more stamina than you gave me credit for, Fairy,” Cyril said.
Cyril’s doppelganger looked at him shocked.
“How did you-“
“You left a few different clues,” Cyril explained, “Your magical aura, your shapeshifting, your ability to use magic without a magic tool, not to mention your use of Glimmer Gaze on me and Mind Fog on my teacher who’s titfucking you. All these point to a fairy or other member of the fair folk.”
“Hehehe,” The doppelganger chuckled, “You’re more clever than I expected. Oooh! Uah! As soon as I cum, I’m gonna put you and your master both under a sleep spell and get on with the rest of my mission.”
Cyril tightly grasped his staff and clenched his fist. His hand glowed green and he raised it up, aiming it at the impostor.
“I don’t think so,” Cyril said, “Disspell!”
A gust of air shot at the impostor causing him to change. The impostor Cyril began to reduce in height, his muscles began reducing, his body started to lose it’s masculine physique and become more feminine. His waist thinned, his hips widened, and where his pecks were, two breasts began to develop. His hair seemed to lighten a bit as well. Small fairy wings sprouted from her back and grew. The changing seemed to stop halfway as the impostor now looked like a female version of Cyril with light brown hair, small fairy wings, and large round breasts while still having a large cock and receiving Mikhaela’s titfuck. The Fairy looked a little surprised and so did Cyril. He was hoping to counter Mind Fog or revert the fairy to her real form. It was weird too, like looking into a perverted mirror and slightly arousing. The fairy looked at itself, smirked confidently, and spoke in a feminine voice.
“Hm. You’re stronger than I gave your credit for. Not many can disspell a fairy’s shapeshifting magic. I’ll get you out of the way first, so I can enjoy this titfuck.”
She raised her hand towards Cyril and was about to blast him but hesitated. She realized that her energy was already low and if she tried a sleep spell, She could weaken one of the spells she was in the middle of either being the mind fog or the shapeshifting. This moment of hesitation allowed Cyril a window of opportunity which he quickly jumped through. He quickly ran up to his hermaphroditic impostor and grasped her arms. Before she could fight back, Cyril quickly cast a Hold Person spell on the fairy.
“Augh!” She said attempting to struggle, “Damn you!”
“Sorry about this, but I’m not going to let you get your way,” Cyril said.
He was in a tight spot for a minute. This fairy could still use her sleep spell after Mikhaela was finished. Speaking of which, the sight of Mikhaela giving this pseudo-hermaphrodite version of himself was actually getting him pretty hard. Suddenly, Cyril was struck by a bolt of inspiration and a devilish smile came to his lips.
“What? What are you smiling about?” She asked him.
“You’re liking Mikhaela’s titfuck right? You must like sex in other places too,” He said removing his left hand from her arm and reached down to grope her round ass.
“Ah!” She cried as she felt her ass groped.
“You know I never expected a hermaphrodite version of me to be so sexy,” Cyril said, “And with such a nice butt like your’s, I think I’d like to try something.”
Cyril pulled down his shorts, exposing his hard cock and it almost poking her taunt ass. The hermaphrodite counterpart looked a little worried as Cyril took his pants off. He touched his staff to his cock and performed a quick spell.
“Jelly Coating,” Cyril said and his cock was coated in a gelatinous substance.
“Wait what are you going to do with that-AAAHHHH!” Cried the fairy impostor as Cyril shoved his cock into her tight asshole.
Cyril groaned as he felt his cock squeezed by that constricted hole, “Nnngh! So tight and it feels so good.”
Cyril began drilling the doppelganger’s ass, slowly smacking his pelvis against her rump before picking up the pace. He pounded her ass hard as he would a normal pussy. The impostor moaned and cried in agony at first but as it continued her agony morphed into pleasure. This however made things more difficult for her as she was sandwiched between receiving anal from the back and a titfuck from the front.
“Aaah! Aahh! Aahh! Aaaahhhh~!” She cried.
Mikhaela’s breasts bounced about her cock as Cyril penetrated her from the rear. Cyril kicked it up an notch as his hands went to her breasts, groping her titflesh and tweaking her nipples.
“No! Not there! Aauuuhhn!” She screamed.
“Mmm, such lovely tits in such a fiendish faker,” Cyril said, “I’m not letting go of these until you’re out for the count!”
Cyril was hoping to overload her body with pleasure from his anal fucking and Mikhaela’s titfuck. However, this being his first real anal experience and the tight vice-like grip of her asshole, he wasn’t sure how long he could hold out. Still he wasn’t going to give up easily. He continued to smack his crotch into her ass and vigorously fondle her breasts. Mikhaela still under the influence of Mind Fog continued her titfuck but was pushing it towards it’s conclusion. She shook and jostled her breasts about, grinding the shaft of her hermaphrodite lover. She was surprised at the turn in this dream but she didn’t entirely mind it though. The fairy was having her own trouble. She hadn’t expected this. She underestimated them and now here she was sandwiched between this pleasure and she loved it. It felt so good so wonderful. She wasn’t sure if she could hold on. Cyril and Mikhaela continued their barrage of sexual stimulation. They caressed, groped, squeezed, pinched, and pounded hard enough to drive her mad. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore. Her penis quivered in between Mikhaela’s tits.
“I-i-i can’t believe it! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” She called out, “I’m cumming~!”
Saying this, her rear clenched up and squeezed Cyril’s shaft tightly. That clutch was too much for him.
“Ooooh! So Tight! I’m gonna Cum!” Cyril said.
He grasped her breasts, stimulating her to a great edge as both let loose their juices. Cyril’s cum exploded like a firework of jizz up the Fairy’s bum. A small amount of the load trickled out of the hole in between Cyril’s shaft and the opening. The Fairy’s cum on the other hand shot out in a stream from the tip that rained down all over Mikhaela’s face, tits, and even a bit of her hair. Suffice to say a mess was made.
An hour or so later, the party assembled in Mikhaela’s room. While most of them stood or sat in places in the room, Mikhaela paced frustrated and drying her hair after a quick shower to clean the cum out of her locks.
“Arrrrggghh! I can’t believe this!” She said frustrated, “Not only does my student get caught in an enchantment, nor did I realize it, but I get myself duped into Mind Fog! I’ll never live this down!”
Mikhaela muttered angrily and released a string of curses in elvish, dwarfish, and at one or two which might have been draconic. Uahna who was sitting on the bed with Cyril became curious about her sex friend’s discovery.
“Cyril, How did you figure out that ‘Ebony’ was a fairy?” She asked.
“Master Murdock always taught me, knowledge is key to any victory. He always said to do recon or research to prepare myself for a challenge,” He explained, “So that’s what I did. After the incident with Contrina, I wanted to familiarize myself with guises. So I found this in the local bookstore.”
Cyril picked up a brown, leather bound book with gilded letters on the cover which read:
Guide to Guises by Luther Maxim
“Guide to Guises?” She said in surprise.
“Yeah, figured it was best way to be prepared for guises,” Cyril said, “The spell cast on me is called Glimmer Gaze, an enchantment which by making eye contact with the caster places the victim into a hypnotic state. It’s name comes from the visible glow that the eyes produce when the spell is cast. The spell cast on Mikhaela is a guise called Mind Fog. This guise causes the victim to be placed in a state of delirium, like a dream or inebriation, where they are very susceptible to suggestion.”
“I see,” Uahna said.
“Both spells were created by fairies. Along with the shapeshifting and magic without a channeling tool, it made sense that she was a fairy.”
“Mmm, so clever. I like that in a man,” Uahna said starting to climb on him before Levine interrupted with a cough.
“While that’s impressive, why don’t we get back to the matter at hand,” Levine said gesturing to their captive.
The offending fairy was sitting on a table. In her true form, she was roughly nine inches tall and dressed in a small, revealing two piece dress. Her body was fairly curvaceous with breasts that were either D or E cups in fairy sizes and hips while big weren’t exactly of an equivalent size. Her dirty blonde hair was cut short save for some bangs in the front. Her eyes where a vibrant amber and her wings a transparent yellowish green. Around her waist was a weighted hair band that Mikhaela had dug out of her bag and put on her before she awoke. The band itself had a ward spell which cancelled out magic for anyone who wore it and the two balls on the band kept the fairy from flying. The Fairy hadn’t talked much since she awoke save for a few curses and crude comments.
“So do we interrogate her then?” Anthony asked, “See who she’s working for?”
“I’m more interested in why her mana is strangely low,” Mikhaela said.
“What do you mean, Master?” Cyril asked.
“Cyril, why don’t you tell me what you perceive about the fairy,” Mikhaela said.
Cyril looked at the fairy for a few minutes trying to get a grasp on her energy, “Her mana energy is a little flickery but feels like a human’s.”
“Which it shouldn’t be,” Mikhaela said, “Fair Folk are one of the most magically inclined of all races. They’re almost radiating with mana, which is why fairies glow or sparkle at times.”
“You’re right. If her energy feels like a normal humans then something’s not right,” Cyril said.
“I’m sitting right here,” The fairy exclaimed annoyed, “How do you know I’m not some runt of the litter?”
“I’ve seen a few magically inept fairies before,” Mikhaela said, “and you’ve got more power than they do.”
“Are you being forced to steal from us?” Cyril asked.
The fairy looked away.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” Cyril said, “Please let us help you.”
Her eyes widened and looked back at him.
“You...would help me?” She said surprised.
“Yes, I would,” Cyril smiled at her, “I can’t turn away in case someone’s in trouble. Please tell us. Who are you and how you got into this mess?”
The fairy looked surprised at Cyril and finally spilled her guts.
“My name is Melon Flower. I grew up in Burrough, a small fairy colony at the southeastern border of Callister,” She said, “I wasn’t exactly like other fairies especially when Pixanaka came.”
“Pixanaka?” Anthony said confused.
“It’s the fairy term used to describe their adolescence. In common tongue, it translates to the Body’s Spring,” Mikhaela explained, “Apart from most common growth related to this like breast growth and body hair, Fairies gain a heightened libido where they have a strong desire for sex.”
“Who doesn’t?” said Uahna and Anthony almost in unison, which prompted Levine to smack her palm against her head.
“Their desire is often so strong that they will screw almost anything to get off. Some will go into town and seduce members of the opposite sex or sometimes even get off on pistils but they generally settle down for the most part by their late teens,” Mikhaela finished.
“I’m one of the few who didn’t. I still had a strong interest in sex and went out on my own as a prostitute to earn money. Sex and Money. The best of both worlds,” Melon Flower explained, “However it wasn’t exactly glamour and I didn’t always get enough money to live on so I began to moonlight as a thief and with my enchantment and shapeshifting skills I was able to escape the authorities no sweat.”
“So we’re speaking to a known criminal who’s also a prostitute,” Levine clarified, “Why aren’t we turning her into the local guardsman?”
“There’s a but coming,” Cyril said.
Melon Flower nodded, “That was until I was stupid when I went home with a horde member and tried to steal from the sorceress, Ravutha Cravnam.”
The members went silent when Ravutha was mentioned.
“I got caught and she kept me. As a fairy, I’m an easily renewable source of life force and mana. I was kept as a sex slave and energy source for her and the other dark elves in her employ, especially her apprentice Lazurai,” Melon Flower continued, “For the past two years, I’ve been fucked until I can barely move and almost to the point where I’m so low on energy, I’m close to death.”
“Well, don’t you just leave?” asked Uahna asked, “You could always fly or shapeshift.”
“Apart from being placed in a enchanted cage that cancels out my magic,” Melon Flower explained, “They have me connected by a phylactery.”
“Phylactery? What’s that?” Anthony asked.
“A phylactery is a vessel that a sorcerer uses to store magical energy. The vessel is traditionally an object of importance to the sorcerer,” Cyril explained, “Some prisons have the phylactery method to detain mystically inclined criminals by draining them of most of their magic and storing it in a phylactery. Who would’ve guess Ravutha would use a method to have a consistent power source.”
“It’s a bit more painful than just that. If I try to disobey them, they can cause me pain by placing pressure on my phylactery,” Melon Flower explained, “I didn’t want this. I was just stealing to get by. Now, I just want to be free.”
Melon Flower started to cry a little and everyone was silent for a minute. Finally, Cyril broke the silence.
“Then we’ll free you,” He said.
“Huh?” Melon Flower said surprised.
“Huh?” said Everyone else.
“Cyril, this fairy just tried to steal from us, and want to help her out?” Asked Mikhaela.
“It’s not like she wanted to,” Cyril said, “She’s in trouble. Besides, We have a common enemy, Ravutha.”
He turned to Melon Flower, “Does she have a castle nearby?”
“Y-yes, Castle Ifiren. It’s less than a mile away,” Melon Flower answered, “You’re serious about saving me?”
“Sure,” Cyril said.
“I’m not gonna let you go alone,” Mikhaela said, “and I’m the others are coming.”
“Of course, I would do anything to help a lovely lady in trouble, especially a busty one,” said Anthony.
“You guys aren’t heading into battle with me. Wouldn’t want you coming back with wounds,” Uahna said.
“I’ll come at least to watch over Uahna and see about this dark elf sorceress,” Levine answered.
“We’ll need a plan though,” Mikhaela said.
“Luckily, I’ve got one,” Cyril said as he began to explain it to them.
To be Continued...
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