Chapter 1: Breaking and Entered (MF oral bd magic)

© 2011 Rhys Lysander

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[1]
Arpi, a green eyed elven thief with red hair and a lovely pair of tits, had only a split second to realize her predicament—she had just been teleported and was now three feet above the floor. “Shit!” she said as she fell ungloriously to the aforementioned floor.

“Ow! Fuck that hurts,” she said, pushing herself up and standing slowly. Dusting herself off, she checked her surroundings. She was in a dimly lit square room, with smooth walls, ceiling and floor of stone. A small white orb sticking out of the wall about seven feet off the floor was emitting a soft white light. Along the wall under the orb was a long stone bench. Turning slowly around she saw that the wall opposite the bench was not exactly like the others. It appeared she could see through it at certain angles. Curious, she cautiously approached the wall and noticed it had many tiny holes in it. Through the holes she could make out a another room beyond the wall. Though she continued to examine the wall for signs of a door, after fifteen minutes she had found nothing. There were faint marks on the floor to indicate the wall pivoted in the center, but pushing and prodding on the edges had also revealed nothing.

Arpi next turned her attention to the bench. She looked over its entire surface before entertaining any thoughts of touching it. The bench was a block of granite, a slab six feet long and six inches thick sitting atop two support pieces of likewise thick granite. There was but one unusual feature about the bench: on the top was a pair of hand shaped depressions. Unconsciously, Arpi looked around the room to assess her situation before turning all of her attention to the bench. Nothing had changed, and she knelt down to examine the bench. Slowly, she ran her fingers over the surface of the bench feeling for anything out of the ordinary. Finding nothing, she began carefully exploring the top.

The hands that had been used as a pattern were bigger than hers. Her hands fit inside the half inch deep depressions with room to spare. Pressing carefully with her finger tips, she had the sensation of the stone moving slightly under the pressure. Pushing harder, she felt that no matter how much she pushed the plate beneath still had further to go.

She figured the hand prints and the pressure plate were a trap, but she knew she was in the right place: that the master of the tower whom had ensnared her and her friends was exactly the person she was seeking.

Arpi stood, and with confidence and resolve put both hands in the recesses and pressed slowly downward. As she did so, she examined the revealed surface as her hands moved the stone plate down into the bench. Knowing she was about to trigger another trap, she steeled herself and continued pressing down with more and more force.

She heard and felt a tiny click, and before she could yank her hands free another piece had snapped in place over her hands, trapping them three inches inside the top of the slab. “I'm in it deep now,” she said, and started to move her fingers around looking for a release. No sooner had she begun than she heard a grating sound behind her. Turning her head she saw the wall pivot on its center as she expected. Holes in the wall indicated that rods locked it in place when it was shut. That was interesting to her, but more interesting was the robed figure that strode through the now open door.

Arpi was not so much afraid as apprehensive. Allowing herself to be caught was one thing, being locked in place in a vulnerable pose was something else. Her heart started racing. She looked away from the robed figure and hoped he would treat her as she had heard tell. At a minimum, she hoped she would make it out of her current predicament in one piece.

“Yang anda,” said a male voice in a language she did not understand. When she did not reply he said what sounded like the same thing, but louder and with a touch of anger. Not knowing what else to do, Arpi held herself motionless and tried to slow her pulse. “Anda adalah seorang pencuri,” the man said. He placed his hands on either side of her chest and held her as he pressed his groin up against her.

'So far so good,' she thought. Controlling her breathing, Arpi could not help but wonder just how much of this was going to go according to plan.

[2]
Three hours ago

A small band of adventures, four men and one female elf, descended the snow covered stone steps into the base of the enormous tower. Many miles into the bitter winter landscape had the five traveled in search of the tower and the fortune it contained.  Rising several hundred feet from the wide valley floor, the tower appeared to have been born out of the living rock more than it had perchance been created by unknown ancient artisans.

No one knew how long the odd spiraling tower had stood, but it had been a well known, if little seen, feature of the outland areas of Severnia for as long as anyone knew. Located on the edge of the tundra fields many leagues north of Virrut, the tower was said (rumored really) to contain a great treasure. It was, of course, possible that the rumor had simply been spread by those eager to see thieving ruffians, the kind that made up our current band of adventurers, leave town.

There were other rumors about the tower, most somewhat harder to believe, especially when they were so infrequently heard. To make things worse, those rumors could not be discussed in polite company. This meant, of course, they had most assuredly been discussed around Arpi and her friends. There were rumors of odd disappearances near the tower, but the fact that the disappeared were said to always be women, and that those women were often marked in some odd, perhaps even sexual, way was not so much discounted as not even heard. After talk of riches such rumors were uninteresting and easily discounted. Discounted by everyone save Arpi, who said nothing. With visions of gold and jewels dancing in their heads, the party of five gathered supplies and went to seek their fortune in the way of all brave (and perhaps stupid) adventurers.

It had taken several days of hiking in the frigid wastes for them to reach the strange and awe inspiring towers. The party that was now ascending into the cold gloom of the tallest tower consisted of two heavily armored fighters, Mardig and Kousan; a lightly armored yet formidable ranger whose job was to guide them through the northern wastes, Panos; an unusual half-elven fighter magic-user, Lousin; and a young and fiery red haired elven thief named Arpi. An unusually attractive elf, Arpi had shocking red hair, bright green eyes, and a body that men simply adored. With breasts just a bit too big for her frame and an ass just the right size, her good looks were her best asset when it came to distracting targets. Well, to be fair, they were her best assets after her uncanny abilities with locks and traps. She had yet to meet a lock she could not pick, or a trap she could not avoid and disarm. Her thin leather armor was more for show than fighting, and it kept her warm but still able to move and work quickly.

Reaching an open area and a brief end to the seemingly endless stairs, Lousin uttered a syllable under his breath and the area around them was awash in light. Mardig cursed aloud, “You could have warned us that you were going to blind us!”

Kousan laughed, “You big baby. How can you be blind with two eyes and plenty of light?”

Panos examined the plain stone door that blocked further passage. He reached back for Arpi, unwittingly grabbing one of her breasts. “You gonna kiss me before you continue that?” she barked.

Panos frowned as he turned to look at the elf. “Apologies. Can you look for a means of entry?” He still held her breast.

Removing his hand from her chest, Arpi began running her hands over the wall, her sensitive and well trained fingers looking for anything unusual. “I don't suppose any of you can make something of the symbols on the wall, can you?”

Mardig and Kousan shrugged, as if to say they did not understand what she was asking. Panos nodded and started to look at the wall more closely. Lousin, the mage, uttered a couple of syllables and also examined the wall. Rolling her eyes at her inept male accompaniment, Arpi shook her head and continued to feel along the seam of the wall.

A few minutes later, with the fighters looking bored and the mage looking annoyed, Panos and Arpi thought they had found something. Motioning for the rest of them to stand back, Arpi felt the stone wall, pressing and pushing with her fingertips in the way of an experienced thief. Probing for differences in the wall, she smiled as she found what she was looking for. Three fingers on each hand sunk a small amount into two now distinct panels and there was a loud grating noise. For a moment nothing changed, then there was a small puff of sand and dust and the door began to pivot.

The now open door revealed a passage leading still further upward and toward the center of the tower, at least as far as they could tell. Following the mage light, the band of five proceeded deeper and higher into the tower.

Not long after, they came to another stone door. This time Arpi readily identified the panel to activate door. Opening it, a newly revealed wide staircase only promised to lead them still higher.

…

A half hour later, the stairwell opened into a huge room, nearly fifty feet on a side, filled with brightly painted tapestries and six large wooden chests. As the two fighters moved forward, Arpi stopped them. “Hold on there big boys, doesn't something seem strange to you?”

“You mean like someone just left their stuff here for us to take? Yeah, that's weird,” Mardig said.

Lousin looked around, “I think she means the mage light. It probably hasn't been here forever.”

“If it's magic, why not?” asked Kousan.

Panos sighed heavily. “It is a bit more likely that we triggered the light when we got close.”

Kousan shrugged. “And?”

“And that means something is waiting for us.”

Mardig dropped back, drew his swords and dropped into a fighting stance. “Show yourself!” he yelled.

Kousan shrugged. “Don't see nobody here to be afraid of.” Heedless of the party calling at his back for him to stop, he approached the nearest chest, reached down to lift its cover, and promptly disappeared in a flash of smoke. The other four would never see him again, or have any idea what happened to him.

Mardig, suddenly scared out of his wits by the vanishing of his friend, charged back toward the stairs they had just climbed. Panos and Lousin noticed a slight shimmering near the opening—a ward had been triggered—but as with Kousan their cries were ignored. Contacting the shimmering field, there was the clear sound of an electrical discharge and then Mardig was no longer in sight. Panos, Lousin and Arpi now remained very still, examining their surroundings without moving their feet and breathing as quietly as possible.

Five minutes went by. Nothing happened.

“Now what?” said Panos.

“Well, I'd say we get the nine hells out of here, but two of us have already done that. At the moment, I'm not in a hurry,” said the half-elf.

“And how long would you say we should stay?” Panos asked.

“I think if we bypass these chests and head to the next door, we'll be fine,” Arpi said.

“And what makes you think that?” Lousin asked.

Arpi shrugged and blew the hair out of her eyes. “This whole room is just a trap. Why would the good stuff be in the first place you find? The dunces charged in first and got taken out,” she paused, “Just leaves more for the rest of us.” She stared at them for a moment, then turned and strode confidently for the door. This time, when she pushed the buttons to activate the door, there was no shifting sound. Turning quickly to her remaining companions, she yelled, “Get ou..”

Panos and Lousin saw the bewitching young thief disappear from view, though thankfully this time there were no odd smells to accompany the disappearance. Looking at each other briefly, they turned and descended the stairs in the direction from which they had come without saying a word.

[3]
"I want to fuck you like an animal--", Nine Inch Nails, Closer

A male voice spoke to Arpi in a language she did not understand. “Yang anda,” he said. When she did not reply he said what sounded like the same thing, but louder and with a touch of anger.

Not knowing what else to do, Arpi held herself motionless and considered her options. Arpi knew it was the moment, and the man, whom she had been waiting and searching for a number of years. But she didn't, couldn't know his thoughts, and she kept her knowledge to herself and quickly decided to act the part he expected—for the time being.

“Anda adalah seorang pencuri,” the man said. He placed his hands on either side of her chest and held her as he pressed his groin up against her.

“Tolkima,” he said. “And now, my little thief, perhaps we should discuss what I should do with you.”

“I can understand you?”

He laughed, and shifted his hands from her sides to her hanging breasts. “A simple spell,” he said. “Do not change the subject. What should I do with you?”

Arpi moved her ass against his groin, noting that he was thickening as he pressed against her. “Not that I seem to have much choice in the matter, but I would guess you are going to do exactly what I have heard.”

The man laughed and moved his hands to between her breasts. She continued to squirm as his fingers worked the laces and then pulled back the thin, tough leather to place his hands on her bare skin. He kneaded her tits and then began to play with her nipples.

“And what is it you have heard?”

“The men never return from the tower, but the women can earn their release. I assume I am about to start earning mine.”

“I see. And this is why you came here?”

A few moments later his hands left her breasts and moved to the laces on her tunic and breeches. Now undone, he pushed them down her legs, then lifted her feet one by one and removed the garments completely. His hands pulled her shapely cheeks apart and she felt his breath on her pussy. “Very interesting,” he said.

If Arpi had any doubts she had the right man, they were quickly disappearing.

Shifting his grip, his thumbs gently spread her open and then his hot mouth made contact with her. His tongue at once started to swath the length of her, and she felt her apprehension recede, if only a little. As he continued to ply her pussy with his tongue, she felt her arousal start to rise. Still not quite certain of her situation, the combination of excitement and reservation made for an exquisitely uncomfortable feeling, and the excitement was winning out. He worked her delicate folds with his tongue for long minutes, never appearing to tire. In spite of her lingering concerns she felt her body responding and knew she was adding her own wetness to his saliva. Her breathing increased as the minutes went by, becoming a rapid pant as he shifted his tongue and lips to attack her clit directly. The suction and licking sent her over the edge into a delicious orgasm. “Fuck!” she called out as she threw her head back in pleasure. Her pussy spasmed strongly as he continued to suck and lick her clit.

Arpi was a woman fortunately able, or cursed depending on your point of view, to have continuous orgasms. Though it did not happen to her frequently, it was happening now. She distantly recognized the signs as she simply reached the peak of her arousal and hung there as her pussy was continuously pleasured.

Her breathing got more and more shallow as the orgasm continued to consume her. Try as she might she could not stop coming while his tongue remained on her clit. Her mind lost in bliss, she rode the wave even as her vision started to darken and her breathing became more erratic and shallow. “Please,” she managed to say weakly, “please stop.”

To her surprise, he did so. Her body twitched with aftershocks and she felt her knees start to give out. Strong hands held her hips and kept her from sinking to the floor. She felt his erection nestled between her cheeks. She knew this moment had been coming, and now she was sloppy wet and ready for him.

“I am willing to show you my hospitality for three days.”

“I can accept that, for now. What is expected of me?”

“You know very well.” He moved his hips back and Arpi had an instant to ponder before she felt his cock part her and press into her. He met no resistance as he fully sheathed himself inside the buxom elf. “Or you would not have come.” His hands kneaded her breasts as he held himself motionless inside her. He stroked her with his cock once, then a second time, then pulled almost all the way out.

“I am quite intrigued as to why you have really come, but you did steal into my tower. And within my home, I make the rules.” He thrust savagely back into her, causing her to grunt in reply. “For that offense, and for my hospitality, I will take my pleasure of you for a period of three days. It certainly seems, however, that your flesh is willing enough.” He gave her two long strokes, to which she grunted in reply. He snorted at her reaction, “You may pretend to resist if it gives you pleasure. Or, if you think it gives me pleasure.” He laughed, and started fucking her with purpose. Long strokes, getting faster and faster.

Unable to hold back her response to his assault, her body responded and she let her head hang down as her pleasure mounted. “Hmmm, no words of defiance? I am disappointed.”

“Fuck you,” she said weakly. Her breathing was getting more rapid despite her attempts to slow it down.

“That's more like it. However, it is clearly I who is fucking you.” He moved his fingers and began pinching and pulling her nipples, just shy of the point of pain. He sped up his strokes as he got closer to his finish. “Now come for me and prove to me what a little slutty thief you are.”

Trying not to appear too easy, Arpi desperately tried to fight the climax she knew was dangerously close. But the harder she held off going over the cliff, the higher the cliff seemed to rise. She might have been amazed that he had not come yet had she not been concentrating with all her being. Then she felt him tense, and for a moment she was distracted. In that moment her reflexes and baser instincts took control and her pussy closed around him like a velvet vise. Her breath seized in her chest and she felt herself fall into a bottomless pit of pleasure. Her mouth lolled open, but no sound came out.

In those few moments, as the sensation of inevitability came over him and his prick stiffened further inside the bound elf, he felt her pussy clench him and begin to ripple along his length. He threw his head back and roared in pleasure as his cock began to pump her full of his seed. In perfect timing with the spurts, he thrust in, pumping his load deep inside her womb. He pulled out then sank back in to her to deposit another burst. Even after a half dozen strong spurts he kept fucking her, thoroughly taken in by the sight of his climaxing prisoner. Arpi could think of nothing but the constantly exploding stars in her vision as she rode the wave of another continuous climax. Distantly she was aware that the wizard's warm seed had added to her wetness, and on some level she had a sense of relief and odd satisfaction. Finally, he stopped fucking her and slowly withdrew. Her breathing started to return to normal, and she felt their combined fluids running down the inside of her thighs.

“In the next room there are some things for you. You will wear nothing while you are here. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Good.”

She looked over her shoulder and saw the door pivot shut. When it did, she felt her hands suddenly freed. Sinking to her knees, she withdrew her hands from the bench. As she did so the door pivoted open once again. Rubbing her hands to restore circulation, she remained sitting on the stone floor for some time, her wanton pussy drooling the wizard's spend and her own juices onto the floor.

[4]
Deciding to fully enjoy his 'hospitality,' as he put it, Arpi removed what remained of her clothing, specifically her leather jacket and boots. Placing them with her tunic and breeches, she was about to leave when she remembered her necklace and rings. With a sigh she removed them as well and walked through the door.

The room she entered was quite different from the dim cell. The room was dominated by a huge bed, and if its height were any indication, it promised to be quite soft. She ran her hands over the shimmering green bedspread, found it as smooth and soft as she expected. The walls of the room were covered with rich tapestries, and although she did not recognize any of the scenes depicted, that they were ancient, amazingly preserved and worth a fortune was obvious. She judged their value before looking down at her naked body and laughing softly. “And they won't be coming with me this time,” she said to herself.

Continuing her exploration, another wall hanging, less ornate than the others, covered the entrance to a privy. Yet another contained a large bath, the water in which was deliciously warm even though there was no sign of what was heating it.

Her check of the room had revealed no obvious exits, and any inappropriate actions on her part were likely to change what he expected of her. Thus far everything was as she had expected, more or less, and she was not eager to do something that might antagonize the wizard and prompt him to do something she would not enjoy. She shrugged, her lovely breasts heaving with the gesture, and returned to the bath where she had seen the items that were likely intended for her.

Laid out in a triangle pattern were a jar, a disk and a blue bottle. The jar had one raised bump and crude artwork depicting a stick figure with dots around the body below the neck. The disk had two raised bumps and wavy lines drawn on it. The bottle was sealed with an ingenious cap consisting of a metal hinge and stopper. There were three bumps on the bottle. “One, two, three,” she said as she unscrewed the lid of the jar. “At least it isn't an intelligence test.” Figuring she would be having a bath after she rubbed whatever was in the jar over her body, she took a few moments and put her hair in a braid to keep it clear of the water.

Opening the jar, she found a white ointment that smelled faintly of vanilla and lavender. Taking a small amount between her fingers, she found it slippery but not greasy. Setting the jar down she scooped out a large amount with both hands and began rubbing the ointment on herself, starting with her legs. The ointment seemed to penetrate her skin, and as she worked her way around her thighs, she began to notice a tingling sensation in the areas she had covered. Working the ointment into the higher regions of her inner thighs, the feeling became notably arousing. Deciding to leave her mound for later, she massaged more of the stuff into her callipygian back side. Making sure to follow the directions on the lid, she spread her lovely cheeks and made sure to cover everywhere. As the ointment contacted her rosebud, a bolt of pleasure ran through her. “Oooh,” she moaned as the feeling washed over her.

Scooping up more of the cream she went to work on her abdomen and back, her flexibility helping her to get just about all of the hard to reach places. Once done, she readied herself and grabbed her breasts. The feeling was not terribly intense, but when she reached her areola, that changed. Ready to move to the finale, she at last rubbed it on her nipples. She moaned aloud at the pleasure it brought her. She lingered on her breasts and nipples for a long while, enjoying the delicious feelings.

Knowing how this was likely to end, she climbed onto the edge of the bath and immersed her legs to the knees in the warm water. The ointment and the warm water brought an even stronger sensation of pleasure. Now she was certain that this, application, or whatever it was, was going to be climactic.

Eying where she was going to sit in the water, she took one last bit of the cream in both hands. In one quick motion she rubbed the ointment all over her downy covered mound and pussy. As the pleasure quickly rose she rapidly worked the cream into her folds, making sure to miss nothing. She was on the edge of a wonderful orgasm when she sank into the water. As the warm liquid made contact with her pussy, she came with a rush. The first wave was just over her when her breasts sank under the water. The added sensation from her over-stimulated nipples drove her still higher.

Arpi flung her head back and yelled as the delicious feeling washed over and over her. Unable to help herself, she thrust two fingers into her twitching pussy, the ointment on them reacting wondrously with the pink flesh. Her pussy clamped down on her fingers as her climax continued. Churning up the surface of the water with her frantic movement, she finger fucked herself until the sensation at last began to ebb. Withdrawing her fingers, she took a moment to reclaim her breathing. Calm and spent, she rinsed her arms and neck, then relaxed in the bath for a long time. When she noticed her fingertips were truly pruning up, she rose from the water, surprised she was not cold in the least. Running her hands over her body, she noticed something else: she was totally bare. Everywhere she had rubbed the cream the hair had been removed. She felt her bare pussy and found she liked the sensation.

Picking up the bottle, she unstoppered it and said, “Time for number three.” Sniffing at the liquid in the bottle she thought it smelled a little like wine. Taking a sip, she found it tasted of red wine and chocolate. Satisfied, she drank a little more. She felt the warmth flow down to her stomach and begin to spread out from there. Unsurprised, the warmth seemed to flow to her breasts and pussy most of all. “Fucking wizards,” she said softly.  Finishing off the contents of the bottle, she set it down and at once yawned. The warm bath, a few orgasms, and whatever was in the bottle were now making her feel quite tired.

As her eyelids began to droop, she walked to the bed and crawled under the covers. Tired from the from the events of the day and her thorough, if not entirely unexpected, fucking at the hands of the wizard, she was asleep almost before her head hit the pillow.

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