<xmp>Sexual Material, story meant for people over 18.
Go away kids, shoo. Come back when you're old enough. 
And stay away from my lawn.


The Baker's Wager

by Alexi92


	The time came when the Duke's youngest daughter was 
old enough to be married. Suitors came from far and wide to 
court her. Although her station was of benefit, her beauty 
was renowned throughout the four lands. But when the 
suitors arrived at the Duke's estates they were informed 
that the Duke's daughter was already in love with another 
and turned away. The suitors, being reasonably honorable 
acknowledged their defeat. On their way home wondered who 
had stolen the beautiful lass' heart.

	But everyone from the area knew it was the baker.

	After becoming a baker, Ryn had made deliveries to 
the Duke's house. A case of mistaken identities introduced 
him to Lacia, and subsequent meetings led to them to fall 
in love.

	Everyone knew that the only reason the Duke's 
youngest child bought bread herself rather than send a 
servant was to create a pretense to see her beloved. The 
whole thing turned out to be terribly romantic, even after 
it got exposed. Ryn and Lacia were in love, and for some 
reason that made everyone from the village happy. 

	But not the Council of Elders, the controllers of 
commerce in the Countries of Nodi. They insisted that the 
daughter of a duke, a political resource, couldn't marry a 
baker. The Duke, who had never been one for politics, saw 
that his daughter was happy and gave his blessing to the 
affair. And when Ryn asked for Lacia's hand marriage the 
Duke was happy to say ",Sure kid, whatever."

	The only problem was the honeymoon. The Council of 
Elders had used their influence to keep the newlyweds from 
enjoying their week long festival of love making. Inn 
keepers of all the lands prevented the two from reserving 
rooms in their establishments, kings and dukes barred the 
lovers from staying on their lands, even businesses in 
their own village couldn't help them.

	If the council couldn't keep the two from wedded 
bliss at the very least they would make the first week 
unpleasant. The council was very fickle that way, a result 
from their ebbing power over the governments. 

	Fortunately Ryn's uncle had long since past away, 
leaving a small estate to his younger brother, Ryn's 
father. Ryn's father had never seen a need to use the 
place, except for the occasional summer visit, and had no 
problem letting his son use it for the honeymoon.

	So it was that Ryn and his new wife Lacia, third 
daughter to the Duke Shawn of Tenk, were riding on 
horseback, still in their wedding fineries, to the estate's 
castle, a day's ride from the village. 

	The couple paused to rest at a clearing more than 
halfway to their final destination. The clearing in the 
forest was perfect, empty and with large stones to sit 
upon. Ryn watched Lacia toss her long golden locks over her 
shoulder while she giggled merrily. 

	"So this is what it is like to be a baker's wife?"

	"Yes, can you not feel the love?" Ryn deadpanned.

	Lacia let her hand rest upon Ryn's crotch, the 
manhood within beginning to stir. "Among other things, 
yes."

	"Then let me see my love's most beautiful breasts."

	Lacia giggled again. She pulled the top of her white 
wedding dress down to reveal two exquisite breasts, firm in 
their beauty. Ryn bent over to kiss one...

	The forest disappeared around them to be replaced by 
a room of stone walls.

	Ryn couldn't move. He was stuck, bent over, lips 
ready to kiss Lacia's exposed breast. The desirous object 
was just within his reach but he could do nothing to finish 
the smooch with his wife's bosom. 

	Lacia remained immobile as well. It was 
disconcerting, having her husband's head hovering over her 
chest. She longed to feel his lips on her nipple but he was
just as frozen as she.

	Two figures appeared in the room out of the air. 
Ryn's position prevented him from seeing anything but his 
wife's breast but Lacia saw the two clearly.

	"I am Mala the Sorceress and this is my associate 
Zola the wizard."

	They were a man and a woman, the man looking ever so 
old and the woman ever so young. The old man's long gray beard 
matched his hair, unkempt and plentiful. He wore a long 
flowing robe with the recognized symbol of a wizard sewed to 
the sleeve. The woman's dress was much more revealing, her 
chest was bound by a strip of black leather which caused 
her large breasts to bulge around the tight covering. Aside 
from that the woman wore a back leather thong so tight that 
it outlined its contents and a pair of heeled 
boots which reached up to her thighs. The woman's thin 
beautiful face was in a scowl as her raven-black hair 
flowed over her shoulder.

	"For God's sake Zola," said the raven-haired woman 
",let the man lick his wife's tit for one last time."

	Zola snapped his fingers and Ryn's head flung forward 
into Lacia's chest. He gave the breast a long 
impassioned kiss, the woman's words sending a chill down 
his spine. "...one last time."

	Zola snapped his fingers again and Lacia was gone, 
whisked away by some invisible force.

	Ryn turned to the two strangers, outraged. "What have you 
done for my wife?"

	"That is no concern of yours," said Mala. "She is 
ours now."

	"She is mine," Ryn said firmly.

	"Not anymore," Mala smiled. "We'll be keeping her now 
as our toy. There's really nothing you can do about it, 
we're too powerful for you to even comprehend. Goodbye."

	Zola prepared to snap his fingers.

	"Please! No!"

	Zola's fingers froze. Ryn saw it as his opportunity.

	"My wife," Ryn stammered. "Please don't take her. I 
love her."

	*Really?* said a loud booming voice intrigued. It 
took Ryn a moment to realized he hadn't heard the voice, 
but that it had appeared in his head. The wizard was 
talking with his mind.

	*So...* the wizard's mental voice continued *,would 
you be willing to enter a contest to win back your wife.*

	"Anything, just give her back to me."

	"Zola be rid of him," Mala said irritated. Ryn 
noticed that her tone was more pleading than demanding, 
obviously the wizard was the more powerful of the two, or 
at the very least had some hold over the sultry sorceress.

	*I have use of him,* Zola's mind declared. Mala 
vanished, from the look on her face it obviously wasn't her 
choice.

	*Young husband, you love your wife?* The wizard's 
face was perfectly still, devoid of any emotion. The effect 
was unsettling.

	"More than my own life, sir."

	*And she loves you?*

	"For what other reason would a Duke's daughter marry 
a simple baker."

	*Indeed. And you no doubt are overcome by her beauty. 
I must admit that it is quite impressive, even for a lady 
of noble birth.*

	"I beseech you sir, return her to me."

	*I do not wish to. I would prefer to sample her 
delights for myself. You have fucked her have you not?*

	Ryn had never heard the act in such a frank vulgar 
term, but he knew instantly what it meant. "Aye, earlier 
before..."

	*No, no. I do not wish to know the details. Be happy 
that you have fucked her. Go on your way and find some new 
conquest. I shall keep the lady as my own slave.*

	"Please..."

	*Dear God, is that a tear?*

	A quick touch to his eyes told Ryn that Zola spoke 
true. Damn! Such displays of weakness wouldn't do well in 
this situation. But damn it, he couldn't help it, the 
feelings of impending loss were too great. Ryn wished he 
could be more like the knights in the Duke's retainer, but 
Ryn was naught but a skinny baker.

	*That's so... so... different. You must really love her 
then. All right, I shall engage you in the contest I spoke 
of earlier. If you can win I shall return you and your lady 
from whence you came. But should I emerge the victor I will 
keep your wife as my toy, to do with as I please.*

	The thought of his beloved Lacia with another man 
revolted Ryn. And the thought of her helpless to do 
anything but submit as it happened doubly so. Such a 
contest had to be refused.

	Zola seemed to read the baker's thoughts. *If you 
don't play I shall take her as my toy nevertheless.*

	"Then I must accept."

	*Smart lad.*

	Zola raised his arms in a grand gesture of magical 
display. Ryn could feel his body lifting off the ground. A quick 
look down confirmed it, he was floating over the floor, but 
not very high, no more than a few centimeters. He floated 
backwards quickly, his body offering no resistance, not 
even the scrapping of the floor with his feet. Ryn braced 
himself for the sudden impact his body would make with the 
wall behind him. The collision never occurred. Instead Ryn 
felt his body merging with the wall. The sensation was much 
like suddenly falling backwards into molasses, slowly Ryn 
became one with the wall... almost.

	A protrusion jutted from the wall, Ryn's cock, hard 
as it could be. Ryn felt something akin to blushing from 
the embarrassment of the exposure. His parents had raised 
him conservatively and the only ones to see his penis aside 
from Lacia had been his parents, and even that was a long 
time ago. Ryn wondered if his imprisonment meant his cheeks 
were blushing or if he only thought they were. 

	Zola raised his hands. Ryn noticed he could see the 
wizard's gesture, but how could that be if his head was 
embedded many feet into the wall. Truly the wizard's magic 
was greater than the young baker had anticipated.

	*The challenge, young Ryn, is simple. You must simply 
not shoot your seed for a day and a night. If you succeed I 
shall happily return your bride to you. If you fail I send 
you back alone while she becomes a whore for me and then 
for every other man in the world.*

	The wizard disappeared from the room, leaving Ryn to 
stare at the empty space. He tried to move but found it 
impossible, his body was completley stuck in the stone wall. His 
cock did not go flaccid and Ryn could feel the flowing movements 
of the air as it breezed across his erect member. Truly this 
challenge would be no hard task, the baker told himself. He 
couldn't even touch himself, and with no stimuli except for 
a faint breeze he would have no troubles holding in his 
white seed. His lovely bride was saved.

***

"Never count your eggs before they've hatched."
				-The Famous Fable Guy

***

	The sorceress sighed. Mala didn't understand why Zola 
didn't just get rid of the troublesome boy. Then they could 
just get down to business, playing with their new toy, the 
daughter of a duke. The girl was beautiful, but the thrill 
was going to be in making the noble girl learn who the 
superior one was. 
	
	Mala had been raised a peasant in a lord's land, forced 
every day to be reminded that she was on the bottom rung of 
the ladder of power. But after Zola had taken her in she 
had found the truth, that she was powerful, more powerful 
than any lord or lady. With magic she was higher than 
kings on the ladder of power she hated so. 

	Zola showed her the perfect way to prove her power. 
Together they abducted noblewomen, beautiful ones, because 
they were the ones that were so arrogant. Then the girls 
were changed so they only wanted to serve Mala and Zola. 
The noble lasses didn't seem so superior with their tits 
hanging out begging to lick their mistress' pussy.  

	Once the beauty began to fade Mala happily sent them 
back out to the world, but dressed as whores. The fate was 
insidious as it was clever, dressed as whores the 
noblewomen were never believed when they claimed to be of 
nobility. Soon someone would force the girl to fuck. The 
noble girl could do nothing as she was branded a whore and 
used thusly. After that the disgraced noblewoman could 
never return to the great society she had once known and 
was forced to seek shelter in a brothel, paying her board 
by fucking any man who paid, her beauty ensuring a large 
number of customers.

	And now this new girl, blonde haired and blue eyed, 
face like some goddess, would go through the same. Mala 
quivered in anticipated delight imagining all she would do 
to break the noble born girl. First of course the girl 
would be beaten and forced to lick a foul tasting paste 
from Mala's cunt. Next the girl would suck Zola's cock as 
Mala whipped the slave's ass. Then whatever else Mala could 
think of to shove the arrogant girl into humiliation.

	It would all start as soon as Zola returned. Where 
was he? The wizard should have been rid of the boy by now. 
Damn it, the old coot was getting more and more sentimental 
as the years carried on. He hadn't even wanted to abduct 
the Queen of Thice when the opportunity had presented 
itself because of some rumor that she was happily married 
to the king. Soon, Mala decided, she would have to get rid 
of the old wizard. Admittedly he was useful for some of the 
more difficult spells, and he was powerful, but Mala had no 
doubt that she had long since surpassed Zola's abilities.

	Well if he wouldn't hurry she would just have to 
start on this girl herself. Uttering a quick teleportation 
spell Mala carried herself to the dungeon.

***

	Lacia shivered. The shiver was not due to the cold, 
although her flesh was a little chilled. The magic which 
had whisked her to this room she was in had also taken away 
her wedding dress and undergarments leaving her standing 
naked. What caused the shiver in Lacia was the likeness of 
the room to that of her father's dungeons. If this is where 
the wizard had meant to send her it did not indicate a 
pleasant future.

	To prevent any unpleasantness from taking her by 
surprise Lacia crouched into the room's corner, trying to 
make herself as small and indiscernible as possible. 

	The raven-haired sorceress appeared before her, 
seeming out of thin air as the magic users custom seemed to 
be. Mala had exchanged her tight black coverings for a 
loose fitting black robe which draped over the magical 
woman's excellent curves.

	"Come here girl."

	Lacia felt her self being compelled to go to the 
sorceress. Her mind seemed to find the command comforting 
and proper. She slowly stood up from her crouch, her back 
straightening, pushing her breasts forward.
	
	Zola appeared, in the way of magical teleportation, 
from nowhere. The compulsion was broken due to the 
interruption of the wizard's appearance, and Lacia shot back 
down into her crouch. The wizard turned to face her and 
nodded approvingly.

	*I see you really are a blonde,* a voice in her mind 
said.

	Lacia's cheeks blushed a crimson red. Her hand moved 
to cover her exposed pussy and its blonde pubic hair. The 
gentle caress of her own palm cupping her sex caused a 
slight tingle to pass through Lacia's body.

	"Good, you are here Zola," Mala approved. "Now we may 
begin. Already the effect of this building affects the 
slut."

	At that remark Lacia wanted to protest, but found she 
was unable to. Indeed her body was getting excited, she was 
fast becoming a slut. She took some comfort in that it 
wasn't all her fault.

	*We will not start for a while Mala.*

	"What?!" demanded Mala, outraged. "Don't tell me you 
haven't gotten rid of the boy yet?"

	Lacia's ears perked. Was Ryn all right? She had 
feared the worst. After all what chance would a baker have 
against a wizard? But there seemed to be a chance that Ryn 
had survived. God how she wished he were here right now. In 
part she need him to comfort her, Ryn's presence always 
seemed to soothe any fears Lacia had. But Ryn's presence 
was fast becoming desirable because Lacia found herself 
getting hornier and hornier. The hand covering her pussy 
gently rubbed her moistening slit in an attempt to relieve 
the building tension of passion.
	
	"Stop that," Mala commanded. "Look at her Zola, she 
can't even stop from playing with herself. We must act 
now."

	Lacia was chagrined that she had been caught trying 
to pleasure herself, but even more so that she had been 
forced to stop. No matter how much she tried she was unable 
to move her hand about her sopping sex. She longed for her 
baker, the only man she found worthy to be her lover, the 
only man she wanted as a lover. But she needed him now. She 
needed to feel his hard cock press into her body.

	No, she had to stop thinking of Ryn, it only made 
things worse. They had only been together once and the great 
pleasure and release she felt that one time was exactly 
what she needed now, Ryn's perfectly stiff member in her 
cunt, pumping vigorously, scratching the itch which had 
overwhelmed her vagina.

	*Lacia,* the voice in her head called. *Do you ever 
want to see Ryn again?*

	Oh god, yes. Ryn and her together, at this moment, it 
was more than anything. But in the back of her mind, in a 
part which had not been overcome by lust and was still 
capable of rational thought she wanted to be with Ryn, 
always. They shared a bond and to be apart from him was 
painful.

	The voice sensed that. *Yes I see, love. Ryn had it 
too.*

	The part of Lacia not saturated with desire thrilled 
at that confirmation.
	
	*I have made a wager with young Ryn. If he can 
withhold from a task for twenty-four hours then myself and 
my associate, the sorceress Mala, shall refrain from the 
torments we usually inflict on women such as yourself and 
send you on your way with him, to be together as long as 
the two of you see fit. On the other hand if he loses the 
two of you will never see each other again and you will be 
ours. What do you think?*

	"Ryn," Lacia grunted unsteadily. Her entire body was 
shaking from an insatiable hunger. "Want... to... be... 
with... Ryn... for...ever"

	*Of course you do.*

	"Are you insane?!" Mala shouted. "You're giving the 
boy a chance to get her back! We've never done that?!"

	*I have my reasons.*

	"I didn't agree to this!" Mala's face twisted to a 
mean snarl, her ravishing features contorting but still 
attractive.

	Zola's face still betrayed no emotion but his mental 
words were tinged with a subtle acid. *It was not your 
decision to make.*

	"We're partners!" 

	*You are only here on my leave. Your powers only 
remain because I have not deemed to take them from you.*

	Mala's expression went from outraged to horrified as 
the implications of what he said sunk in. "You wouldn't 
dare Zola! You couldn't!"

	*I have engaged in the actions of doing it countless 
times Mala. If I wished to finally wrest your powers from 
you it would be simple.*

	"I-I apologize Zola. I did not mean to step out of 
place."

	*This girl shall remain untouched for twenty-two 
hours.*

	"But without release from her growing passions 
that would make her aroused at levels unimaginable," Mala 
marveled. "She would attack any attempt at relief like a 
hungry lion at a slow fat zebra." 

	*I am aware.*

	"P-please," Lacia begged, still grunting. "Need... 
Ryn... now... in... me..."	

	"This is incredibly cruel Zola," Mala said 
sympathetic. 

	*Then give her something to occupy her.*

	Mala caught the wizard's drift. The black robe she 
wore slid down her shoulders to reveal the creamy white 
skin beneath. Letting the robe slip to the floor Mala 
revealed the secrets of her body only hinted at in the 
skimpy black outfit she had worn earlier. The nipples at 
the tips of her large breasts pointed outward erect and 
inviting. Her cunt had been shaved of any surrounding hair 
leaving a smooth mound of flesh jutting from her body.

	"Girl, lick my cunt and bring me to pleasure."

	In her lust addled state Lacia could only obey in the 
hopes of fulfillment. She crawled over to Mala's standing 
figure and took a cautious lick at the sorceress' bald 
pussy. Mala's hand pressed the back of Lacia's head and 
pressed the baker's wife's face firmly into the hairless 
crotch. Soon Lacia's tongue was bathing the pussy and Mala 
let her hand go from the girl's head.

	The sorceress let herself get lost as the 
noblewoman's wet tongue washed over her cunt like that of a 
broken slave. After a few minutes Lacia stopped her 
attentions. Angry at the pause Mala looked down and saw 
Lacia looking up at her with large pleading eyes full of 
tears. 

	"Please... Need... Ryn's... Cock..."

	Flabbergasted Mala turned to Zola. "For God's sake 
Zola, just fuck her already."

	"No... Ryn's... cock...  Ryn's... cock..."

	"Look girl," Mala told her mater-of-factly. "You can 
only have Zola's cock."

	Lacia shook her head absentmindedly. "Ryn's... 
Cock...."

	"Either Zola's cock goes in you or no one's does. Not 
unless your husband wins the bet."

	"..."

	"What was that?"

	"Zola's...Cock..." Lacia mumbled, broken. Tears flew 
freely down her face.

	"Say it a little louder," taunted Mala.

	"Zola's... Cock," Lacia said clearly.

	"Where do you want it?" the sorceress asked, 
delighting in the pain this was causing the noble Lady.

	"In...my... cunt..." Lacia sobbed.

	*I'm not sure about this.*

	"Oh come on Zola," Mala said playfully. "She's 
practically begging you to shove it up her cunt. Beg him 
girl, or you'll never feel anything in your hole. Beg him 
to put his cock in your cunt."

	"Please... put... your... cock...in...my... cunt..."

	"Spread you pussy open for him," Mala commanded.

	Already on all fours Lacia brought her hand back and 
stretched the fleshy folds of her drenched pussy open to 
invite the old wizard's cock to enter.

	*All right,* the wizard conceded. *Only this once, 
until I've won the wager.*

	Lifting his robe up, Zola's cock sprang to life. Mala 
marveled how young it looked, like it belonged on the body 
of a twenty-year-old. It wasn't especially large, average 
size, but it looked out of place on the old man. She had 
never felt it in her vagina but could imagine how it would 
feel from the constant blow jobs he had her perform on it.

	Zola slid his hard member into the crying girl's 
soaked cunt. It shot in like a rocket from all the 
lubrication. Rather than fucking the baker's wife Zola felt 
all he was doing was slipping his cock in and out of her, 
it was an odd sensation. He would have to remember to lower 
how much juices she excreted when he was done so that the 
high levels she might end up producing wouldn't alter his 
plan.

	As his cock fucked her Lacia kept sobbing Ryn's name, 
ashamed of what she was doing. If only her needs hadn't 
been so desperate, if only she could have waited until she 
had found Ryn. Would he understand? She couldn't blame him 
if he didn't. Each thrust in her pussy, each pleasured 
stroke was another step she saw Ryn walking away from her. 
But she needed every stroke to quell the burning desires 
that had swelled up in her, threatening to explode.

	As she felt her orgasm approach she prayed for Ryn to 
forgive her adultery and betrayal of him. The old man's 
sperm spat forth from his young cock and coated the walls 
of her cunt. The impact of the semen splattering against 
her inner folds caused Lacia to explode in a wash of 
pleasure and euphoric feeling. She moaned out in delight and regret.

	"Ryn!"

	And the room was silent except for and old man's 
heavy breathing, a woman's amused laughter, and another 
woman's mournful sobs.

	From above Mala's voice said ",Don't worry girl, you 
can't get pregnant by his seed. It's a magic spell he 
developed long ago."

	Some comfort. But as Lacia sat crumpled up in a fetal 
position crying, afraid she would lose her husband, not 
because of the manipulations of magic users but of his own 
choice, she decided she would take what comfort she could 
get.

***

	For twenty-two more hours the desire built up in 
Lacia once again. She craved cock like a desert craves 
rain, but she did not submit herself to Zola or Mala again, 
hoping to salvage some part of her marriage from the 
ordeal. 

	By the end of the twenty-second hour she could only 
think of two things. One was a cock up her cunt. The other 
was that it had to be Ryn's cock. 

	Ten minutes after the twenty-second hour she wondered 
if it would be considered cheating to shove a chair leg up 
there. And that's when Zola declared she was ready.

***

	Zola teleported Lacia to another room. It looked 
incredibly similar to the one she and Ryn had first been 
bought to. The one difference was a large cock sticking out 
of one of the walls. Lacia stared at it, transfixed, 
imagining what it would feel like to walk up to the wall 
and just slip it into her cunt. 

	But her thought of Ryn purged the incredible dream 
from her thoughts.

	*It is quite alright. By using the cock on the wall 
you are not committing adultery. Use it to satisfy your 
every desire. I guarantee it shall not disappoint.*

***

	Ryn watched as Lacia suddenly appeared in the room. 
Was his time up already? She stared at him, directly at 
him. It was like she couldn't look away. She must have seen 
him. She was listening to something, but he couldn't hear 
any sounds.

	Lacia walked up to him and he once again bathed 
himself in her beauty. That such a woman had agreed to 
marry him was the stuff of dreams. Her face looked tense 
though and he decided he would have to remedy that as soon 
as possible. Just as soon as he got out of this wall.

	She stopped just in front of the wall and Ryn 
realized it wasn't him she was looking at, just his cock, 
protruding from the wall hard as a pole. She was fascinated 
by it, looking at it with such longing. For some reason he 
felt pleased by that.

	Her hand came out trebling and he wondered what had 
happened to her that made her such a wreck. Lacia gently 
and slowly touched his cock, as if trying to see if it were 
real. Her touch sent shivers through his body, his cock 
trembled. Lacia's hand shot backwards suddenly afraid. But 
it didn't move again and she reached out to touch it once 
more. The second time, though he shivered in delight, his 
cock did not tremble.

***

	The cock did not move the second time she touched it.

	Encouraged by this reaction Lacia took a firm grip on 
the cock jutting out from the wall. It felt real, just like 
she remembered Ryn's. She held onto it, remembering Ryn's 
cock so vividly. Holding on she bent down and carefully 
moved her head towards it. Deliberately slow she let her 
tongue snake out of her mouth and give the head of 
the cock a quick lick.

***

	God! What was she doing? If she kept this up there 
was no way he was going to last the entire twenty-four 
hours. Her tongue once again licked the head of his cock 
and he felt his body shudder with delight. Her entire mouth 
moved to cover his cock and it clamped down, engulfing it. 
Her tongue made swirls around his shaft and it drove him 
crazy. He tensed himself up, trying to forestall an 
ejaculation that would come sooner or later.

***

	Lacia let the cock pop out of her mouth. It even 
tasted the same as Ryn's. In every way she could tell the 
cock on the wall was identical to her husband's. God how she 
longed to feel it inside of her. Her body screamed at her to 
relieve herself of the passion that was ready to tear her apart. 

	She couldn't be sure why the wizard had made an 
imitation of Ryn's cock or why he mounted it on a wall but 
she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Her 
adulterous dalliance with the wizard, although essential on 
a physical level, had been emotionally draining. Now when 
her body required a liberation of the passions inside of 
her she was given this cock replica to assuage that need. 
Lacia remembered gossip about court ladies who used similar 
devices. She had always wondered why they resorted to such 
devices, now she had an inkling.

	She turned around and fell on all fours. She looked 
back at the cock, trying to approximate how high it was. 
Her body moved, raising her hips so that her pussy was 
level with the copy of Ryn's cock and thrust backward 
forcefully. She screamed as gratification of all her 
desires occurred when the artificial cock inside of her began 
to scratch away the insatiable irritation that inhabited 
her cunt.

***

	He couldn't bare to watch. Ryn knew what she was 
doing, and he knew it would ultimately spell doom for them. 
There was no way he could hold off his ejaculation if he 
was inside his wife. 

	The velvety folds of her vagina swallowed up his cock 
and he could feel the euphoric world of his wife's cunt 
surround his member. Her body began to madly gyrate on his 
cock, as though she were releasing decades of pent up 
cravings.

	Ryn whined mentally. This wasn't fair. What kind of 
wager was this? In order to stay with the woman he loved he 
had to keep his body from reacting to the sensations she caused 
him. Shit! Shit! Shit!

	He could feel his body preparing to ejaculate. He was 
on the verge of losing Lacia even as she was impaled and 
franticly thrusting her body onto his cock. Didn't she know 
what she was doing to him? Ryn's mind roared in agony. He 
wouldn't lose her! 

	He tensed the muscles in his crotch trying to hold 
back his oncoming discharge of seed. It was only a 
temporary solution, there was no way he could fight 
against the pleasures of his wife for long but it gave him 
time to think as Lacia's cunt slid on and off his cock. 
God, he wanted to cum in her. He wondered if losing her 
forever would be worth the pleasure he could have now. If 
he was going to cum and lose her anyway he might as well 
enjoy it.

	No! He couldn't succumb to the pleasures of now. He 
didn't just want the momentous pleasures Lacia could bring, 
he wanted to be with her every second of his life. He 
wouldn't lose her just so he could cum one last time. He 
had to think with his heart and his head not his cock. He 
had to stop this, he couldn't let Lacia live the rest of 
her life as a slave to the wizard. 

	The thought of Lacia satisfying the needs of the 
wizard brought Ryn out of the haze brought about by Lacia's 
attentions to his cock. As she shot back onto his member, 
the entire thing being swallowed by her greedy hole, Ryn 
came upon a solution. He did the only thing he could think 
of, he began to pee.

***

	Lacia felt a warm liquid blast out of the fake cock 
into her cunt. Surprised she pulled her self off the 
imitation phallus. The liquid continued to hit her body 
until she was safely out of range. She turned and watched 
as the cock released a stream of piss. 

	The arc of golden liquid eventually tapered off and 
became no more than a few drips. Realization hit Lacia, 
this was no false cock, it was real. And she had fucked it, 
just as she had fucked the old wizard. She had not cheated 
on her beloved Ryn not once but twice!

	She thought it had seemed too real. It was just like 
Ryn's only more pleasurable. It was like.. like... like she 
had been consistently getting hornier for twenty hours and 
was suddenly given release. Oh god, it was Ryn! She rushed 
to hold the cock in her hands. No wonder it felt so much 
like Ryn's cock, it was Ryn's cock. Lacia felt so relieved. 
She hadn't cheated on Ryn by using this cock in the wall. 
But how had it gotten there? She pressed herself against 
the stone barrier.

	"Ryn?"

	No answer.

	"Ryn, are you there?"
	No answer. He had to be there, he had to be. Even now 
the cock was softening. The wall began to grow around it as 
the member shrunk, spent from the act of peeing. 

	What was she going to do? Her husband was stuck in 
the wall and she was a dirty slut, no better than the 
peasant wenches that gave up their virtue for little more 
than a handsome smile. Even if she could get Ryn out of the 
wall how could she ever look him in the eye. She began to 
cry.

***

	Ryn tried to assure his wife that he was all right 
but she couldn't hear him. At least she had stopped fucking 
him. His cock was even going flaccid. He would win this 
bet. Soon he and Lacia would be able to go on their way.

	Lacia kept her body pressed against the wall trying 
to be as close to her husband as she could get. Ryn simply 
watched his wife, allowing a sensation of calm to overcome 
him. She was all right. Naked, but otherwise fine. 

***

	"Great plan old man," Mala sneered. "What was your 
idea? Loose the wager and the girl?"

	*Do not mock me Mala. If the boy could find a way to 
ensure his victory in this wager then the more power to 
him.*

	"But we're going to loose the little bitch?"

	*So it seems.*

	"And you're going to just let it happen."

	*Yes.*

	"I don't believe this! You knew all along this would 
happen, didn't you? You had no intention of winning the 
wager! You and your stupid happy endings!"

	*There is nothing you can do about it now!*

	Damn the old man! He was right there was nothing she 
could do. As long as the boy remained flaccid and his wife 
made no move to harden him, preferring to wallow in self 
debasement, the wager was as good as lost. There were only 
minutes left until the wagered period was over. Mala 
wouldn't lose this girl, she had not yet paid for her crime 
of being a noble. An idea suddenly began to form in her 
mind.

***
	His wife continued to cry. Out of nowhere the sorceress 
the wizard had been with earlier appeared. She no longer wore 
the black straps hiding her private parts but was now 
completely naked. Her large breasts were firm and her pussy 
was hairless. The sorceress walked up behind Lacia and pushed 
the girl aside. Ryn tried to protest as his wife was tossed 
away but blanched as his cock began to reharden at the sight 
of this voluptuous witch.

	The raven-haired sorceress smiled as she watched his 
member stiffen. No doubt she was aware of the wager the 
wizard had made and was here to make sure Ryn lost. Ryn 
began to worry, he couldn't muster up any more piss, he had 
used it all keeping Lacia from making him cum.

	The sorceress bent down and took hold of his cock in 
her hands. She brought her lips to the hard appendage and 
kissed it. The cock quivered and she brought her mouth 
around the excited member. 

	The sorceress's expert mouth began to work its magic 
on Ryn's cock. Her tongue circled around his shaft and head 
as her head bobbed on his shaft. She began to suck, her 
cheeks seeming to cave in. Ryn tried to hold back the 
ejaculation he knew was coming, cursing the fates for this 
new turn of events. If he was going to lose why couldn't he 
have done it while his dick was plunged in his wife's pussy 
and not in this stranger's mouth. He had lost the last 
opportunity he would ever have to cum in Lacia.

	Ryn couldn't fight against the sorceress' mouth. It 
was like a wet vacuum trying to suck the semen from his 
balls, except for the tongue playing with his cock, 
tickling the very smallest parts of his manhood, bringing 
him to heights of pleasure he had never known before. 

***

	Mala tasted the salty cum as it shot into her mouth. 
Soon the girl would be on all fours begging to be used like 
the slut she was. Mala pulled her head away from the 
baker's cock and stood triumphantly. The little noble girl 
was crying a river of tears and the sound of her bawling 
sent a thrill of achievement and conquest through Mala's 
body.

***

	*Congratulations boy, you've won.*

	Ryn heard the words and couldn't believe them. His 
muscles, still tight, were engaged in the useless task of 
keeping his cum from shooting out his cock. He could feel 
the semen surging to escape, he could perhaps hold on for 
seconds before he came in the Mala's mouth.

	At the wizards declaration the sorceress seemed to 
come out of a trance. Her eyes widened, almost as if she 
were surprised that she was still sucking on Ryn's cock. 
She pulled away from his member, fuming. His cock slipped 
out of her mouth with an audible "pop".

	"What do you mean he's won!"

	Ryn's body totally relaxed. As if to heap one final 
defeat on the raven-haired sorceress his hard cock shot 
forth a long burst of cum over her face and tits, covering 
them with the white goo. His penis continued to shoot the 
milky seed as Mala stayed frozen, stunned at the defilement 
of her body. The bursts of cum seemed to go on forever as 
Ryn discharged the products of 24 hours of stimulation to 
his manhood. When it was over the sorceress was coated by 
a layer of the slimy stuff.

	The sorceress sputtered in indignation, spitting cum 
from her delicate lips. "H-how dare you!" she raged.	

	*Hush Mala, he has won the wager.* Zola snapped his 
fingers.

	Ryn found himself once again in the clearing he had 
been abducted from. He was in his wedding finery once more. 
His muscles were stiff and he began to stretch to awaken 
them. Close by Lacia lay on the ground in what he guessed 
was similar position that she had been after Mala had 
thrown her aside earlier. She too was in her wedding 
clothes.

	"Ryn?" Lacia called out unsure.

	Ryn went to her. He fell to his knees and scooped her 
into his arms in an embrace, happy to once again be 
with the woman he loved. He would do whatever he could to 
ensure that they never again were separated.

	"You had me worried," Ryn whispered in her ear. "If 
you had made me cum before the right moment we would never 
have seen each other."

	"Oh god! I'm so sorry" she cried, holding on to him 
tightly. "I thought it was a fake penis. When you began to 
pee I figured out it was you. I couldn't bear to face you."

	"It's all right," he assured her. "I just couldn't 
stand the thought of you with that damn magical couple."

	Lacia's firm embrace slackened. To Ryn's confusion 
she pulled away from his arms with a stricken look on her 
face. 

	"Is something wrong?"

	"Ryn... I... In their castle there was a spell. I... 
I got hornier after every second that's why when I fucked 
your dick I was so wild."

	"Honey, that's all right. There wasn't any permanent 
damage, I won the wager after all."

	"It's not that," Lacia said, all color gone from her 
face. "After the first hour I couldn't stand what the spell 
was doing to me. I needed a man really bad. REALLY bad. 
I... I fucked the wizard.

	Ryn didn't move, he didn't say anything. He just stared 
at her, unsure of what to do, how he should reply.

	"Oh god, I'm so sorry," she cried. "After that I was 
so ashamed of cheating on you I didn't do anything for the 
next twenty hours even though my desire got worse and 
worse. It was hell Ryn, the longing just kept getting worse 
and worse until I thought I'd die. But I promised myself I 
would never cheat on you again. I'm so sorry."

	He stared at her, his face unreadable. Finally he 
forced a grin on his face.

	"It's all right."

	But the grimace on his face told her it wasn't, that 
this was the sort of thing that would loom over their 
marriage forever. If only there were some way she could 
make it up to him.

It is said that salvation comes in the oddest places. 
So it was in this case as out of nowhere the sorceress Mala 
appeared dressed in her loose black robe.

	His wife's indiscretion momentarily forgotten, Ryn 
spun to face Mala, prepared to fight against the power he 
knew he could not stop.

	"Hello masters," Mala said grudgingly.

	"What do you want," Ryn demanded.

	Mala had to force the words out of her mouth. "Zola 
wagered you could not hold your cum for twenty-four hours. 
If you lost you would lose your wife to us. Every wager 
must have equal amounts put up by both sides. I am the 
counter wager to your wife."

	"What?" Ryn said, disbelieving.

	"Zola has given me to you," Mala spit out. "The old 
man has decided that since you won the game I belong to you 
two now. I must follow your every command."

	The sorceress glared at the baker. "I am your toy."

	The couple stared at Mala for a while. The sorceress 
stood there bubbling with anger but unable to do anything.

	"Bark like a dog," Lacia said.

	Mala shot a dirty look at the noblewoman. The 
sorceress opened her mouth and began to bark. 

	"Stop that," Ryn said.

	Mala stopped her barking, hate glowing in her eyes. 

	"So it's true," Lacia whispered, amazed.

	"Yes," said Mala through gritted teeth. "Command me as
you will."

	"Fuck my husband Mala."

	Mala suddenly looked very frightened. She seemed to 
be resisting as her body began to move towards Ryn.

	"No!" Ryn shouted. Mala's body stopped and she looked 
very relieved.

	"Thank you master," Mala gasped.

	"Ryn I want her to fuck you. If we've both fucked 
different people then we'll be even. And you can maybe 
trust me again."

	"I already trust you."

	"Maybe, but I know that what I did hurt you. This is 
the best way I can think to make it up. Fuck her Ryn." 
	
	"Please no," Mala spoke up. She sounded desperate. 
"I'll do what ever you want, take over kingdoms, steal 
treasures, kill people. If I have to I'll even pleasure you 
both orally for as long as you like. I'll act like an 
animal, crawl on all fours like a dog, carry you on my back 
like a horse. Humiliate me, make me walk through the 
streets naked, make me please animals with my mouth, brand 
me if you like. Just please, whatever you do, don't let 
anyone fuck me."

	"Why not?" asked Ryn.

	"Because I'm a virgin. I don't have a hymen or 
anything but if I ever have sex I'll lose my powers. 
Please, they're all I have."

	The two lovers were startled by this revelation. 

	"Mala," Lacia said ",fuck my husband."

	"No," Mala shouted. But she was already removing her 
robe to free her near perfect body. She grabbed Ryn in an 
embrace and placed her lips on his. Her tongue pushed into 
his mouth engaging his own in a wrestling match of taste 
and saliva. Her large breasts pressed against his chest as 
he pulled her further toward him.

	Mala's hands went to his pants. She ripped away his 
belt with a quick spell and began to pull his pants down. 
His hard cock shot up, freed from the oppression of his 
pants. It poked her and she pulled away from the kiss.

	Mala slowly lay herself on the ground, pulling Ryn on 
top of her. He let his hands brush over her nipples, 
bringing them to hardness. His mouth came down and he 
sucked on her right nipple. His tongue kept brushing 
against the tip and circling the areola. Mala gasped at the 
stimulation of his tasting her breast.

	Lacia watched the two go at it a little jealous. She 
knew this was necessary to save her marriage and silently 
she knew that it would take more than this. The male ego 
was a delicate thing, and it would take more than just 
being even in order for it to be healed. No doubt they 
would have to keep the sorceress as some sort of pet so Ryn 
could fuck her as many times as was needed. And once he was 
better they could use the sorceress together. Lacia was not 
opposed to letting the sorceress eat her out. 
	
	Ryn pulled at Mala's nipple with his teeth, 
stretching it to a long point. He let go and it snapped 
back into shape. His hips slowly moved, shoving his cock 
into her tight virgin cunt. The process was slow and Mala 
gasped each time Ryn thrust another half inch of himself 
into her resistant pussy. Finally Ryn got the entire length 
of his cock into her body. It was a tight fit, her vaginal 
walls closed snuggly on his dick. 

	He pulled out his shaft and plunged his cock into 
Mala's awaiting body once again. The going was easier the 
second time. Mala shouted as Ryn's cock continued to loosen 
her once pristine cunt. Ryn struck his shaft in again and 
again, each strike pounding away at her cunt's 
constriction.

	Mala felt her power ebb away with each ram of Ryn's 
hard penis up her pussy. Her wonderful magic was leaving 
her, the only thing which had consoled her through many 
years of painful adolescence. In it's place a longing for 
this baker's cock was spreading through her body. She 
wanted to cry, it wasn't a fair trade. It was bad enough 
that a compulsion had been placed on her to obey the 
noblewoman and her baker husband but to be a slave to his 
cock as well, it was too much. She couldn't stand it. But 
her body began to yearn for the feeling of his hardness 
between her legs.

	Little did Ryn know he was obliging this longing, 
pumping his stiff member into her now loosened cunt. It was 
still tight but it offered no resistance as he shoved 
himself into her. He enjoyed the sensuous feeling of her 
body contracting around his firm cock. He let his hands 
grip onto her tits as he quickened his pace, climax 
approaching. 

	Mala, who had thought Ryn's initial pace was fast 
enough shouted in dismay as his cock pressed on at an 
alarming rate. It was like he was hammering into her, 
pounding away at her most sensitive opening. He squished 
her breasts between his fingers, his body stiffening as his 
cock discharged a barrage of cum into her cunt.

	Ryn pulled out of the former sorceress, pulling his 
pants back on. He turned to look at his wife who was 
watching him intently. She seemed a little miffed even 
though this was her idea.

	"Mala get up," Lacia barked.

	Mala rose, tired. She could feel the power of the 
magic no more. She ached to have Ryn inside her again, but 
the compulsion placed on her made her obey the woman's 
words.

	"Mala, hands on your cunt immediately, you are not to 
let any of my husband's seed fall to the ground. In fact, I 
want you to get it all out of your body, I'll not have my 
husband's first child be with a slave."

	Mala quickly obeyed, catching the dripping semen from 
her pussy with one hand while her other dug into her cunt 
pulling out as much of Ryn's cum as she could. Soon, though 
an eternity for Mala, her cunt was red and raw while her 
hands cupped as much of the white goo as she could excavate.

	"Good, now drink it all, lick the rest off your 
hands."

	Her hands raised to her lips, Mala slurped down as 
much of the jism as she could. She tried to ignore the 
large quantity of semen passing though her lips down her 
throat. Twice she had to fight back a gag reflex. When that 
was done her tongue licked away at her palm, cleaning off 
any remaining semen from her hands. Her tongue made its way 
around her entire hand and then the other, lapping away 
the salty film covering them.

	When she finished she looked up. Both Ryn and Lacia 
had gotten on their horses.

	"Time to go Mala. Now that I think of it some of your 
suggestions earlier were pretty good."

	Mala wondered what suggestions she had meant. Then she 
remembered the alternatives to fucking she had recommended. 
Surely Lacia couldn't meant to make her do all those things. 
But Lacia's expression was far from encouraging. Mala turned 
to Ryn, he would be kinder, he had to have enjoyed fucking 
her. He would want her do it more, surely.

	But Ryn simply stared at her. 

	"Please master," she begged.

	"What?" asked Ryn.

	"Will you ever fuck me again?" Mala asked, trying to 
avert her gaze to avoid looking at him.

	"Do you want me to?" Ryn asked. Mala thought she 
could hear a tinge of sympathy. Hope sprang from her heart.

	"Yes please," she said quickly.

	"We'll see," said Lacia. "Until then we have to get 
to the castle. Mala you are to walk aside our horses, naked 
and playing with yourself. At our next stop you are to suck 
off Ryn's horse."

	"Dear," Ryn said. "Our next stop is a highly 
populated city.

	"I know," said Lacia. She started off. Ryn began to 
follow her. Mala's hands darted in and out of her pussy 
while she tried to catch up with her masters. 

	They made quite a sight, a couple in wedding finery 
traveling on horseback while a naked large breasted raven-
haired beauty walked between them, her hands shoved up her 
cunt, crying silently to herself.

END


And just a quick note to anyone who happened to read my story, the conclusion of LSH:Braniacal Genius. (And thank you if you did.) I asked to be informed of preferences for the order of the follow up stories. Since I have gotten only one reply I must conclude that no one cares, reads this stuff, or wants to speak up. God damn it.</xmp>