Chapter 3: A Slip of the Tongue (MF bd oral toys magic)

© 2011 Rhys Lysander

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[1]
Arpi followed the wizard closely as he moved quickly through a labyrinth of stone tunnels. So long did they walk that her normally reliable memory and sense of direction were no help at all to figuring out how far they had walked or even in what general direction. Dim magical lighting lit their way, door after door revealed as they moved up one inclined passage, down another, navigated a concealed spiral staircase, and walked past an enormous open store room filled with casks and crates. As best she could tell, they had walked nearly half a mile and climbed another hundred feet into the mountain fortress before they stopped in front of a huge stone door. Intricate symbols were carved into its surface, symbols that Arpi recognized only in that they were similar to ones she had first encountered when her party had entered the castle not quite two days ago.

Running his hands over the stone door, the wizard said “Nytott.” This was followed by an audible click, and the door slowly swung away from them. Entering the room, Arpi saw it was lavishly decorated, with exquisite works of art on all the walls. One window opened to the daylight, still more of the dim magical lighting kept the room and its contents lit perfectly so all entering might enjoy the works displayed there. A rectangular table, perhaps made from a single huge piece of wood, was in the center of the room. There were two chairs, one at either end of the table. The end nearest the door was covered with plates of food. Arpi's stomach growled loudly and she licked her lips at the thought of eating.

The wizard heard the growl, and he walked to the chair and pulled it out. Just as Arpi moved to walk up and take the chair, he thrust out his hand and blocked her way. He moved in front of the chair, and she watched as he sat and then parted his robes. His cock was erect, standing up from his lap. “You will sit here my dear. And you may start eating once I am inside you. As soon as you let me slip from your lovely body, your lunch is over.”

Though she gave a thought to being a bit defiant again, her growling stomach won out. Another look at the food on the table, roasted fowl, broiled beef, fresh vegetables and fruits, and she found herself walking to a position between his legs almost before she consciously knew it. Reaching down to spread and prepare herself, she felt a little abashed when she knew she was going to find herself already wet. As she slipped one finger between her lips, her suspicions were confirmed—she was not only hungry, she was ready for more of the wizard's cock. Bending at the waist, she reached back between her legs and grasped his phallus. She rubbed the head between her folds to spread her moisture on him, then she began to ease down on him.

Closing her eyes, she felt his hands grab onto her tits when she was about half way down. Latching on to her, he pulled her down quickly to firmly plant her on his cock. This elicited a surprised “Ooo” from the busty elf as she was deliciously and fully impaled on his cock. His hands remained on her breasts, kneading them over and over and occasionally lightly pinching her nipples. Arpi felt herself get wetter, but only had a moment to think about that before her hunger forced her attention to the feast before her.

Eating while fucking was an interesting challenge, for she liked sex and she liked fucking the wizard. At the moment, however, she was also very much liking her lunch. She soon settled into a pattern that helped her to do both. Every time she swallowed a mouthful of food, wine or water, she would squeeze his cock with her pussy and stroke herself up and down his length twice. She was eating quickly enough that her frequent movements were keeping both her and the wizard quite aroused.

She squeezed his cock after finishing a piece of the wild fowl, and she felt him throb in reply. She bounced on him twice after downing the last of an apple, and he groaned in unison with a healthy squeeze of her ample chest. She swallowed a mouthful of sweet white wine as she massaged his balls, and he pulled her down on his cock very hard. Arpi was enjoying her ride, but she was beginning to get distracted by a belly of food and four glasses of wine. She did not notice when the wizard removed his hands from her tits and placed them on the arms of the chair. Each time she reached for something new to eat, she raised up a little further on his cock.

She did not notice the pieces she could reach were getting smaller and smaller the further she had to reach. She did not notice that her movements resulted in her fucking the wizard a little faster with each morsel. Rather suddenly she found herself on the verge of coming. Her hand flew to her pussy, eager to rub her clit and send her over the edge, but the wizard caught her hand and stopped her. Groaning, she reached for another small bite of cheese, and went just a little too far. There was a wet thump as the wizard's cock slipped from her pussy and sprung back against his abdomen. Arpi did not really notice that, but she did notice when the wizard's arms were at once around her chest and holding her very tightly to him. Then she felt his wet cock nestled between her cheeks. “I guess lunch is over,” she said.

He stood up, easily lifting her with him. “For you. For me it is time to start.” The wizard carried her to the other end of the table, and Arpi now noticed the cuffs on the legs of the table and about half way down its length. She was not in the least surprised by what happened next. He spun her around, lifted her up and sat her on the table, locking her feet in place with the cuffs and then locking her hands together stretched out over her head. He went out of her sight to the other end of the table, and returned with a plate of food a few moments later. Though she caught a glimpse of whatever he had brought, her current position was not conducive to watching him for any length of time. She was flat on her back, thighs spread widely and her pussy flared open in obvious invitation. Arpi was sated with food and drink, wet and horny.

He was rubbing something against her entrance. She squirmed at the feeling of something warm rubbing her there, and next she felt him press whatever it was into her pussy. The mystery object spread her easily and slid into her, not very thick and when he stopped, not very deep inside her. Then she felt his breath on her pussy. “Mmmm,” he groaned, “time for lunch.” His mouth closed over her pussy in a sensuous kiss, and his tongue danced over her folds and clit and whatever he had pressed inside her. His hands where on the backs of her thighs as he latched on to the thing inside her pussy. She felt, rather than heard him groan as he worked his lips and jaw to bite down on the fruit and slowly pull it from her and into his mouth. The movement of his lips and jaw were keeping her on the edge that she had neared a little bit earlier as she sat in his lap.

Finishing that snack, he picked up a much thicker item, a drumstick. Her pussy still flared open, he pressed the fat end against the pink folds that were visible to him. Arpi felt the larger object as it started to spread her further open. She was wondering what it was when his lips closed tightly on her clit and his tongue started to beat at her sensitive pearl. Reflexively she tried to snap her legs together against the intense stimulation, but the bindings on her legs kept them spread. She strained against them, trying to tighten her muscles and speed her climax before he could finish what he was doing and leave her on the edge again. She did not need to worry. With one hand he held on to one of her legs, with the other he vigorously fucked her with the fleshy toy, and with his mouth he worked her clit with unrelenting pressure. Pulling with her legs and arms, Arpi seized on the orgasm as he fucked her pussy and nibbled on her clit. The wave broke over her and her breath caught in her lungs. Every muscle tensed, and she burst. The wizard felt her clamp down and continued sucking and fucking her as she heaved through wave after wave. Letting go of her thigh, he reached for a firm breast and squeezed it. After long moments of breathlessness, Arpi began to pant. Still he fucked her and still he licked her, and she came again. This time her breath caught for just a short time, then she started breathing heavily. She opened her eyes and strained to look at the wizard even as he continued to pleasure her. Their eyes met as she continued to climax for a few more moments. When it was past, she slumped back down on the table as the wizard withdrew his mouth, and his lunch, from her pussy. She heard the loud smacking sounds as he ate whatever it was he had been fucking her with. Curious, she opened her eyes and saw what he was eating. He was smiling at her. He dropped the cleaned bone back on the plate and picked up a very large gourd.

[2]
Arpi's eyes widened at the sight of the gourd. The vegetable was at least three inches across, nearly a foot long, and ridged along its length. She knew at once what he intended, and she was concerned for only the second time since entering the tower: for she knew there was no way the thing he was holding was going to fit inside her. And if he tried she knew it was going to hurt like hell.

He saw the look in her eye, but instead of showing any concern, the expression on his face was a lecherous grin. “Rugalmas,” he said in the language she now recognized as what he used for magic. Unable to help herself, she lifted her head up and watched to see what he would do. Locking eyes with her again, he planted his mouth on her pussy again, running the flat of his tongue up and down her flared pussy. He pulled back, his mouth now twisted back into an evil grin, and he pressed the end of the gourd to her defenseless pussy. She watched, and he pushed it into her.

Arpi tensed as the huge thing was pressed inside her. She felt herself stretched beyond anything she had ever known or dreamed of. She tried tightening herself to keep him from going further, but that only made him grin wider as her pussy impossibly swallowed inch after inch of the vegetable prick. When she saw it was halfway inside her, he stopped, and started to withdraw it from her. She expected to feel empty after being stretched so, but as the gourd receded, she did not. He had almost completely withdrawn the veggie prick from pussy when he reversed direction and pressed it back inside her. She felt just as stretched as before, which was odd because she had just had the enormous thing six inches inside her. That was when she realized there was no pain—only the incredible feeling of fullness, and the all too present awareness of her being stretched around the gourd. It was oddly uncomfortable, but not painful. In the back of her mind Arpi started to be just a little peeved at herself for liking it.

This time he did not stop until the huge gourd was fully inside her. Arpi thought the thing might be far enough up to press on the bottom of her lungs, for she could feel every inch of it clearly with her taught pussy. “Now push it out,” he said, letting go of the gourd and now squeezing her big tits together. She had no idea if she could move such a thing, but after straining against the huge invader she felt it start to move. He noticed, and let her keep pushing until it was half way out. She was panting with the effort. He surprised her again by thrusting it back into her fully. Pushing it back out, they began an unusual dance of mutually using the gourd to fuck her, with each now an active participant.

Her mild revulsion over being used for his amusement in this way was slowly but surely giving way to enjoying the feeling of fullness and being so thoroughly and utterly fucked. Her breathing increased again as she felt herself start to rise, despite the remaining discomfort that he had not taken away with his spell. Once again he locked his lips on her clit and began to flick his tongue across the sensitive bud while continuing to fuck her with the monstrous gourd. Arpi was awash in pleasure as he continued his assault on her pussy. She rose quickly to the edge of a glorious orgasm, but found after some moments there that once again she was being held from coming. She thrust her hips up to him, trying to get more contact with his tongue, but though she succeeded she could not come. She pushed the gourd harder on her end, trying and succeeding at speeding up the strokes, yet still she could not come. After a few minutes she was more frustrated than she had ever been in her life. Her thrashing slowed as she realized he was keeping her from coming. She knew what he wanted.

“Please stop,” she said with a gasp. The wizard sat back with a grin and let go of the gourd. She concentrated and pushed it fully out of her. Though she doubted she would even be able to feel his cock after the size of thing that had just been up her, she knew what she wanted and she wanted it at once. She lifted her head and looked at the wizard, who was now standing nude between her spread thighs, his cock hard and dripping with excitement. “Now, please fuck me.”

He laughed, then pointed his cock at her pussy and slid straight into her. Arpi was only a bit surprised to notice she could feel him just as well as ever. But when he was fully sheathed inside her, he stopped and leaned over her. Once again filled with nice warm cock, Arpi was desperate to come. He did not move when she clasped him with her pussy. “Please fuck me very hard and come inside me,” she groaned.

The wizard chuckled, but immediately started to give her what she asked for. As he began to stroke fully within her with long quick strokes, he unlatched the bindings on her legs. Once free, she hooked her legs around him and kicked him deeper into her. The better angle on her hips ground his cock against her clit, “Fuck yes!” she growled, “Fuck me!” Still on the edge of a climax, Arpi now found the anticipation exquisite, knowing she would come when he did. She continued to spur his hips into action as he continued to rut in her like a animal.

“Fuck me!” she yelled at him, and she was rewarded with the same lecherous grin. She was held on the edge of the cliff, delirious with pleasure, and waiting for his release to set her off. He was fucking her very fast now, she could feel his balls slap against her on every stroke. She knew he was ready as well. With an effort, she said, “Now squeeze my tits and fill me up. Make me come.”

The wizard grabbed her meaty tits in his hands and held on for dear life as he bucked into her. Arpi saw him clench up, and saw his expression go wild and blank at the same time. He started to groan as his climax came upon him, and Arpi experienced the most amazing feeling when she knew, finally, that when she was going to come. He continued to plow her pussy, and she watched with rapt attention as his body went through the last of its preparations to seed her. Her orgasm was now just instants away. His motions, his breathing, his hands on her breasts, his complete owning of her pussy and climax just now, kept her on a knife's edge of release.

She watched as he went almost rigid, but still kept pumping her with cock. “Oh fuck!” he yelled, and at that instant she gloried in orgasm as his seed entered her body and touched her flesh. All conscious thought vanished from her mind. Brilliant light appeared behind her eyes and a huge wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving nothing behind. Every muscle in her body tightened, the wizard relishing the feeling as she grabbed at his cock. Every pulse of cum that entered her sent her to another peak, and for many long seconds Arpi just coasted from orgasm to orgasm. The wizard buried himself deep inside her as the last twinges of his climax receded, then he leaned down and kissed her between her breasts. Sated, he slowly pulled out of the elven minx, who had gone from dazed to completely spent and was now immobile on the table. He unbound her hands, and left the room.

[3]
“Be a nymph girl, a cool thief yeah, steal my crown and resurrect me--” The Cult, Shape the Sky

When Arpi awakened hours later it was nearly dark in the room. She was only a bit surprised to see her legs were still spread wide. Reaching down she ran her fingers over her bare and thoroughly used pussy, found she was still wet but not sore in the least. Surprised to find herself a bit horny, she caught herself eying several of the items on the table and snapped her traitorously slutty thighs together. She lifted herself up and off the table with a precision.

Standing next to the table, Arpi studied the food and the implements remaining. She picked up a knife with a thin blade, a skewer of meat (which she promptly removed from the skewer), a napkin and a length of twine that had been used to hold some meat for boiling. Arpi made her way around the room, carefully evaluating the tapestries and other works of art, pricing them without thinking about how she might ever be able to leave the fortress with any of them.

Thinking she had a little time to herself, Arpi felt the time was right for exploring. Arriving at the smooth stone door, the elf tied one end of the length of twine to her hand and the other to the thin blade. In one hand she clutched the napkin and the skewer, with the other she held the knife. Closing her eyes, she stilled her mind and placed her hands on the door and the adjacent wall, already having seen the direction it would open. Nearly imperceptible differences in the surface revealed the plates that remained from the door's installation. It might now be activated by magic, but it had been something more simple when it was first installed. Arpi carefully worked the tip of the knife into an invisible gap between the plate and the wall. Then, covering the tip with the napkin just in case it snapped and flew off, she struck the handle of the knife and was rewarded with a faint metallic sound as the plate popped free. She used her fingers to identify the latch, then used the skewer to trip the mechanism and watched with a satisfied smile as the door opened. Folding up her makeshift tools in the napkin and listening for any sounds, she made her way into the next room.

But rather than finding herself in a room, the busty (and still nude) thief was in a long hallway. She had emerged at one end of the hall, over ten feet wide and extending off into the distance four or five times as far. Doors, much like the one she had just come through, lined the hallway at irregular intervals. Sensing no one nearby, she set to trying her hand at opening all of them.

The first three doors were readily unlocked and entered. Each revealed a good sized living quarters, but the dust and lack of personal items spoke of a lengthy time without occupancy. They were a definite departure from the much more well decorated and lived in rooms she had seen with the wizard. For that matter, they were also quite different from the treasure room that had led to her meeting with the wizard. And while not cold, she had not run across anything to wear. Of course, the wizard had told her not to wear anything and she knew what was waiting for her if she disobeyed. And yet here she was wandering around, picking locks and searching for...what exactly was she searching for?

Arpi paused at the realization that she had no idea what the goal of searching the rooms was. She was not trying to find a way out, and even if she wanted to take something valuable for later, there was no way to conceal anything she found. As she worked the lock on the fourth door, she knew that she was picking locks and looking for loot because it was who she was and what she did. Subconsciously she squeezed a breast and tweaked a nipple. She shuddered at the small dash of pleasure that raced through her head—and stayed focused on the door so as not to admit to herself what she was really doing.

The fourth room had much in common with the treasure room that had started her adventure. There were three large chests in the corners furthest from the door. As she moved away from the door it began to pivot shut, which the other doors had not done. Moving quickly, she inserted the skewer into the gap and succeeded in preventing it from closing fully. All too aware that she had missed something, Arpi readied the small knife and put her back to the wall. The room was deathly silent, but Arpi calmed herself and refused to move. She felt there was something in the room, though she could neither see it nor hear it.

After several minutes of holding herself motionless, she began to move slowly along the wall toward the nearest chest. It was wooden and bound with metal straps. One large hasp was in the center of one of the bands. The hinges on the back side were welded over. Without touching the chest, she examined it for any signs of traps or hidden panels that might conceal unwelcome surprises. Finding nothing unusual, she inserted the knife into the lock at a full arms length. The lock itself did not appear to be the kind designed to keep thieves out, and she had no trouble picking it. The hasp of the lock dropped after a very loud -click-, and it hung freely for her to remove. Suspicious of her good luck, Arpi held the latch plate down as she used her knife to flick the shackle clear. The lock landed with a clatter nearby.

Slowly, she lifted the hasp. As she did so she heard an almost inaudible -twang-, the unmistakable sound of a spring starting to release its pressure. Taking a deep breath, Arpi crouched down and examined the slight gap now visible around the underside of the lid. She identified the trap and was able to use her knife to keep the spring compressed even as she completed opening the lid. Once open, she could see the chest was empty save for the rather nasty set of spring loaded darts. They appeared to be coated with some dried substance, most likely a poison of some kind, so she took them and their launcher as she moved to the next chest.

The second chest in the room, although not equipped with a trap, was devilishly difficult for her to open. This time, however, her efforts to open the chest were rewarded. Inside were four gold bands, a thick gold necklace and an exquisite red gown that seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the room. It was a slippery fabric, one she could not identify despite years of practice at determining the make and worth of all manner of objects. The four bands were hinged, closed with a hidden clasping mechanism. Two looked like they would fit on her upper arms, but the other two were larger. She fastened the two around her upper arms and they clicked in place—a perfect fit. It was not obvious to her how they might come loose, but she could worry about that later. Leaving the two larger rings on the floor near the chest, she stood and held the lightweight dress over her head. It was like a sheath, with readily recognizable places for her arms and head. Letting it go, it flowed smoothly over her body, falling nearly to her ankles. As it settled in place Arpi noticed it was unusually snug for having gone on so easily. As she turned her arms and twisted her head around to check how it looked on her, she was again surprised as the dress seemed to caress her skin. It flowed over her breasts, touching the sensitive undersides and nipples as carefully and deliberately as a lover. Though it should have bothered her, Arpi moved around a little more, just to make sure she was enjoying it, and then she moved on to the last chest in the room.

The dress fit so snugly around her legs that she found it difficult to get into position to work on the lock. Even once she was in position on her knees in front of the chest, the dress seemed to take on a life of its own and rubbed her flesh all the more aggressively. It was almost as if the contact with her skin had warmed it up and made it more energetic. Arpi knew that wasn't possible, but that was certainly what it felt like. The other option was that it was the wearer of the dress that was just hotter and thus moving around to enjoy the action of the dress. She smiled at that, but the smile faded when she attempted to move one of her hands under her dress to feel her pussy. The dress would not budge-- would not allow itself to be moved aside. Intrigued, Arpi forced her attention away from her flushing skin (which was by then quite nicely matched to her hair and the dress) and returned her focus to the chest. As with the second, there appeared to be no traps.

Despite the lack of obvious danger, the busty elf forced herself to work slowly as she picked the lock, removed it, and slowly opened the chest. Unlike the others, it creaked. Loudly. When she paused the noise stopped, but no matter how slowly she opened the chest the lid creaked. The lid was nearly open, she was just starting to be able to see inside when there was a loud -clunk-. Reflexively she sprung back from the chest only to end up in a heap as the dress hobbled her legs. Looking between her toes, the chest lid had popped fully open. Arpi pushed up on her elbows as she started to rise, and as she did so she caught a glimpse of something shiny inside the chest. She tried to push further up, but suddenly the bands on her arms were holding her back. “Uh oh,” she said as the bands slowly pulled her down on to her back and pulled her arms above her head. She heard something heavy and metallic clank on the floor, and to her surprise, yet again, she saw a golden phallus rolling back and forth on the floor just in front of the chest. How had it gotten out of the chest? Had she missed it?

For a moment the golden prick just rocked back and forth, appearing to be slowing to a stop. Then, it spun quickly, and stopped. Its shiny head pointing directly between her legs. “Ah, fuck,” she cursed as the golden dildo slid across the floor toward her, making only faint skittering noises as it went. Arpi knew where it was headed based on what had been happening in the fortress so far. She tried to snap her legs shut, but the phallus was not only solid, but slippery. Arpi caught it between her feet, but it just slid effortlessly between them, then between her calves, slowly squeezed between her clasped thighs, and slid easily into her, yet again wet, pussy. It paused briefly when it first penetrated her, as if to ask if she was ready. With the bands holding her down, the red dress caressing her skin and the golden prick asking politely to joint the party, the libidinous thief just sighed, smiled and opened her legs a little. Having all the indications it needed, the golden prick slid itself fully into her the next second. It did not stay motionless.

“Ooooh,” she moaned as the metal dildo fucked her. It was a wonderful size, a curiously perfect fit for her. It seemed to know exactly how she wanted it to move. In an out, occasionally in a circle, just as a lover fucking her might roll his hips. As she tried to pull on her arms the material of the dress drew taught across her chest and excited her nipples. The golden prick thrust into her over and over again, and soon Arpi felt herself nearing an orgasm. Moaning uncontrollably and lost in a haze of pleasure, the busty elf did not hear the second door to the room open. She did not hear or feel the mage as he took a position standing over her, but her eyes snapped open when she felt hands on her tits. He had parted the dress, somehow, and was now holding her tits up by the nipples. He twisted them in time with the fucking she was receiving, and still she climbed.

Now he was kneeling, his hands shifting to squeeze her ample tits around his cock. Arpi knew her body well enough to know that she should have climaxed a long time since. Her captor was playing with her again. “Will you let me come?” she panted, struggling to get out a coherent phrase.

“Hmm,” he said, and held her head up so she could take his cock in her mouth. She took him in as much as she could in her present position, then he pulled out and started to fuck her tits. “Perhaps. But right now there are two problems for us to deal with.”

“Mmmm,” Arpi moaned, “the only problem I have, mmmmm, is a desperate need to come. Yet again,” she groaned.

“Of course you do. Maybe there is a solution to that?” He continued to fuck her tits. When she looked down the head of his cock would pop out on every stroke, oozing precum between her breasts and making his ride more slippery.

The dildo continued to fuck her, getting more insistent and pounding her pinned body relentlessly. She was ready to agree to anything. She remembered a previous encounter. “Please come in my mouth.”

He clearly enjoyed her lewd language, and his hips sped up. Straining, she held her head up and licked the head of his cock as it popped out now and again. Holding himself at the end of her cleavage, she took the head of his prick in her mouth and began sucking. “You are an amazing slut,” he said, letting go of her tits and holding the back of head so that the only effort she had to expend was with her tongue.

The dildo kept fucking her, if anything getting faster and harder in its strokes. Arpi sensed that it kept time with the mood of the wizard, and she hoped that as soon as she tasted him she would finally climax. She kept her lips wrapped firmly around the spongy head of his cock, firmly stroking the underside with her tongue as her jaw worked to drive him higher. She did not have to work long before she felt his prick stiffen slightly.

“Drink my cum, girl,” he groaned, and Arpi felt his prick swell. The dildo fucked her, keeping her on the edge, then she felt the cock in her mouth begin to flex, and she tasted the wizard's spend on her tongue. Straining to reach her own peak, Arpi kept working her tongue and her jaw, swallowing every pulse the wizard's prick delivered even as the dildo continued to fuck her. Three, four, five spurts he fed her, and still she nursed and sucked him. She kept sucking him until he pulled himself from her mouth. He bent down and kissed her, saw the desperation and frustration in her expression.

“Please let me come,” she pleaded.

He stood over her, his cock pointing down at her face as it slowly shrank. “Not yet I think. As I said, I have two problems. First, you are wearing clothes, for which you are to be punished. Second, I would like to know why you are really here.”

Arpi squirmed on the floor, scarcely able to understand him, let alone able to speak to him. “I, ahhhh,” she moaned.

“Speechless, eh?” He turned to leave the room, leaving her on the floor to be mercilessly fucked and teased by the golden phallus in her pussy. “Your punishment will last another two hours, or until you pass out. That should put you in a mood to talk.”

Arpi heard something about two hours, but she was so focused on the torment it implied that she completely forgot the rest. Sweating and squirming, Arpi moaned uncontrollably as the wizard's metal toy pleasured her relentlessly and torturously.

[4]
Eventually Arpi lost track of time and also ran out of any energy. Completely spent and with her pussy still fluttering unsatisfied around the golden prick embedded in her, she did not so much pass out as quit registering what was going on around her. She had no idea how many minutes went by and barely any awareness at all when the wizard strode back into the room. He was nude, and though her mind registered that his hard cock indicated a readiness to take her again, she thought of it only in passing. She had not really noticed before, but though he was thin, he was unusually well muscled. She watched, immobile, as he knelt down next to her. She felt him reach between her legs and withdraw the dildo from her, finally relieving her from its pleasant torture. So exhausted were her womanly muscles that even her normally prick hungry pussy did not even try to hold on to the dildo as it was withdrawn.

Still motionless from exhaustion, she watched through half lidded eyes as he pulled the dress up to her waist, exposing her. There was a strange look on his face, she thought maybe it was concern, though for what she did not know. He pressed one hand down on her mons, then thrust what felt like several fingers inside her exhausted channel. She felt him press from both sides as he tried to push his fingers together, generating a rubbing motion inside her that was as deep as it was pleasurable. Arpi hoped beyond hope he was not going to tease her, and she had no energy to try and move her hips in response to his fingering. “Ahhhh,” she moaned, unable to say or think anything else.

“You have been punished enough for today my little elf,” he said quietly.

“Mmmm,” she groaned in reply, a slight smile forming on her lips. Her eyes had closed, and she did not see what he was doing but his hands and fingers were pleasing her, at last not teasing. Without warning she felt his mouth close over her lips and clit, which were so engorged with blood after hours of teasing that the were almost grotesquely distended. From the way the wizard sucked her lips and clit into his mouth, Arpi thought he meant to devour her, literally. She could feel her lips being pulled into his mouth, felt his lips slide down the length of her normally tiny clit. With her lips fully in his mouth and her clit between his lips, he clamped down firmly with his jaws and rubbed her clit with his tongue.

Arpi came with a gush. A rush of fluid coated the wizard's fingers and she arched her back violently. As he pressed down with his hand to hold her still, he rubbed inside her that much more strongly and she reached an even higher peak. Her pussy contracted in an iron grip around his fingers, and her breath caught in her lungs as her diaphragm contracted tightly. She saw only a brilliant burst of light as another wave of pleasure broke over her. She gasped for air, distantly aware through a haze of glory that he was still sucking on her, still trying to drive her onward. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, and as she finally gasped for air one word came from her, unbidden. “Dathan,” she exhaled with adoration.

The wizard did not react when she said it, but instead he kept pleasuring her at a slowing rate until she was completely calm and asleep.

…

Once again Arpi awoke in a new location, this time in a large bed with posts at the foot and a barred headboard. Examining herself with her fingers she found she was free of the dress, but with the addition of two large gold rings just below her knees in addition to the ones on her arms. Her examination and found no bruising, just some soreness in her lower back. Though her memory of the relief granted by her captor was foggy, she understood why her back might be sore. At that memory she also knew that if she checked she would find she was wet...again. “What is it about this place?” she said aloud.

“Is something not to your liking, my young elf?”

Arpi could not stop herself from quickly turning in the direction of the wizard's voice. The wizard was sitting in a large and comfortable looking chair. He was wearing a blue robe and sipping from a glass goblet. She had not noticed she was not alone in the room. “Oh, ah, no, that's not it.”

“Then what?”

Arpi considered her words briefly. “I'm certain it must be some magic you are using.” She paused, then said, “It's just that I am never as, ah, hungry, as I have been since arriving here.”

A broad smile broke over his face. “Really? I think you are not quite being truthful with me.”

Arpi shook her head slowly with some confusion.

“My dear, you need to speak plainly or I will think you are again being deceptive.” Arpi did not reply, just kept looking at him. “Come now, is it your stomach that is hungry?” Arpi shook her head slowly, but not ashamed that she was not blushing. “And did this, ah, hunger, start when you stole into my fortress?” Again, Arpi shook her head slowly. She got to her knees on the bed and faced him as he continued. “Well then you should try to say all that again from the beginning, only this time you should speak it plainly.”

Arpi took a deep breath, and figuring the two people in the room knew the truth, she did as he asked. “I do not know what it is about this place, or you, but I have never been as horny or insatiable as I have since I arrived here.”

The wizard put down his goblet, then stood and loosened his robe. He was hard again, and she was ready for him. “Now that you are speaking plainly, you need to answer the question I put to you a little while ago. Why are you really here?” Unconsciously she wet her lips at the sight of the wizard's dripping prick that was only a foot or so away from her. “You do not answer? Then if you do not wish to answer that question, perhaps you will tell me how you know my name?”

Arpi's eyes snapped open as she looked up at him. She was annoyed with herself for having lost control and apparently said his name. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. She shut it.

A frown formed on the wizard's face. “I grow tired of sparring, even with a plaything as lovely and willing as yourself.” He walked to the edge of the room, turned over a sandglass and turned back to her. “I will be back when the sand has run out. When I do, you should be waiting for me, appropriately, and you had better answer me. Fail to do either and your next punishment may be something you will neither enjoy nor forget.”

He turned and left the room, leaving Arpi alone with her thoughts, the bed, the rings on her limbs, and a wet and empty pussy. “Fuck.”


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