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© copyright by Charlotte Boyett-Compo, July 2008
Cover Art by Eliza Black, July 2008
New Concepts Publishing
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
The WindVerse is under attack from a rogue alchemist who is using impotency to drain the powers of every magic-sayer. His plan is to become the only conjurer capable of casting magic. In order to stop his nefarious plan, it will take the combined powers of three very powerful sexual magicians uniting their essences to reverse the magic already done and return the WindVerse to normal.
Alyx is a MageLord, a sexual master very good at his craft. Both he and his companion, Kynt, an Elemental, are needed to bring out the latent powers of a virginal young woman named Vyxn. Only when she comes into her own as their ReceivingMate can the greatest of her powers be unleashed.
Together, the three will journey into pleasures of male and female, male and male until the juices run hot and passion has reached a fever pitch.
Kynt ran his tongue between his lips a few times. He'd used that expert muscle almost as much during the past night as the one between his legs and it was nearly as numb. Despite walking a bit stiffly, he was pleasantly tired and completely sated. By his reckoning, he'd satisfied nine women in the time it had taken Alyx to do what Alyx did so well.
"But I had the real thing,” Kynt said with a smirk as he walked through the stone wall.
He'd had brown cunt and pink cunt and every shade in between, he thought as he moved down the long corridor. He'd eaten so much sweet fur pie it was a wonder he hadn't become a diabetic overnight. He was sure if he could weigh himself, he would find he'd gained at least ten stone.
He licked his lips and remembered the salted honey flavors that had mingled in his mouth. The memories brought about a long, pleased sigh of contentment as he relived the evening's trysts.
Breasts—some heavy and pendulous, some perky and some no bigger than fried eggs. Nipples—most large and tasty if the wench was the breastfeeding kind but a few were shallow buds that needed to be coaxed to attention with delicious little nibbles. Areoles—pink or brown or taupe or dusky peach but every one a delight to lick and flick and lap and lave.
Silken arms and long, powerful legs had clasped him hard. Mouths had taken his and tongues had slipped between his teeth. Bodies had strained against his. Sheaths had pulsed around him with darling little ripples that made his cock quiver with recollection.
"Life is sweet,” he said as he floated along. “Life is so sweet."
He refused to think about the little things he'd left behind with the women he'd fucked so thoroughly during those fleeting moments he'd been allowed freedom to be what he was. It didn't bear remembering that in nine months those same women would be cursing their ghostly lover as they strained to bring new life into the world.
"Sorry,” he mumbled and that was the last he would even entertain a breath of guilt.
As he neared Alyx's chambers, he stopped to ponder the last woman into whom he'd poured his seed. Ah, but she had been such a romping delight!
"Meghan,” he said, closing his pale blue eyes as he brought to mind her lovely face and luscious form.
He'd slipped through the thatched walls of her cottage for he had smelled the need coursing from her tight little virgin cunt. Like a beacon, her need drew him into a dark corner of the dwelling and to her lonely cot where she was writhing beneath the covers, her slender hands on her hot sex.
"Let me,” he'd whispered and then slid into the cot beside her.
He eased aside her hands and rubbed her silken patch of curls, eliciting a low groan from her pretty mouth.
"Shush!” he warned. It would not do for the others in the cottage to hear and come to investigate.
He swirled his hand over and over her mons, pressing the base of his palm hard just above the sweet bud he so ached to taste. When she began arching her hips up to him in sacrifice, he slipped a finger into that hot channel and then had to quickly cover her mouth with his to drown out her moaning gasp.
In and out his finger moved slowly and surely as his tongue slipped past her teeth to swirl around her mouth. Her panting, her trembling built until he twisted his finger around inside her so he could thumb her tight little anus, as well.
Though he could control the span of human time easily—and had to for Mage time was quicker still and Alyx was nearing the completion of what he did so well—he hated to rush this virginal beauty. But he was running out of time and he so wanted to taste her and claim that fragile obstruction within her sheath.
Lightning quick, he mounted her and nudged her thighs far apart. His shaft was huge and she was a tiny thing but need overcame his normal care for his human conquests. He could hear Alyx moaning and time was of the essence.
With one powerful thrust, he broke through the little barricade, caught her pained intake of breath in his mouth and then with lightning strokes brought her quickly to a glorious climax—her very first—and then rode her until his own pleasure had been accomplished. As Alyx strove to get his racing pulse and gasping breath under control, Kynt shot one last creamy burst into Meghan's well-fucked cunt and then dissolved, leaving the newly-made woman to sigh with utter content.
"I took you better than any fumbling village boy ever could have, Meggie, my love. You'll remember your spectral lover with a smile,” he said and opened his eyes.
He blinked, blinked again, and his lips parted as two powerful warriors rushed him.
MageLord Alyx Caden's head was pounding with excruciating pain as he walked the long, dark corridor lit sparingly by sputtering torches stuck in brackets on the slick, damp wall. He had been summoned by the new Abbot of Conduct to appear before the Coyrle Smaghtaghey, the Council of Chastisement, and since he knew he'd done nothing wrong, there was only one reason for the command—Kynt was in trouble with the Brothers yet again.
"I don't need this today,” Alyx muttered through clenched teeth.
Something scurried past the hem of his black robe, bumped into his leg and bounced off. He stopped to look down. A pair of glowing red eyes gazed back at him.
"Many pardons, MageLord,” a tiny little voice apologized.
"No harm done. Is something wrong, Brother Lonnag?” Alyx asked politely.
"These are bad times, my son,” the little mouse man squeaked. He gave a slow shake of his furry gray head. His long whiskers twitched. “Bad things are happening in the community of mages."
Alyx flinched. “Nothing Kynt helped start I hope."
Brother Lonnag's little head tilted to one side and his nose crinkled. “By the grace of the gods, I hope he's not involved in this mess! He's in enough trouble as it is."
A long sigh escaped Alyx. “What did he do now?"
There was a flick of a long, hairless gray tail. “Did you ... ah ... take matters in hand last eve, my son?"
There in the lowest level of the Drualtys Abbey the temperature was as frigid as an arctic night with a bitter wind rushing up from the bowels of the ancient monastery. The cold made his eyes water but ironically enough helped the debilitating agony clawing at his brain. He put his fingertips to his temples.
"Aye, Brother Lonnag, I did,” he admitted. “But not to work any magic. I just needed the relief."
Another flick of the mouse man's tail slapped it against Alyx's robe. “That is understandable and, of course, quite permissible, but you should be more careful when you pleasure yourself. You know you need to control your Elemental at all times else he will run amok. Sadly, that is the nature of their kind. The Elemental used your lack of attention to take human form and create havoc in the village."
Alyx squeezed his eyes tightly closed. “Oh, gods. How many this time?"
"Well,” Brother Lonnag said with a twitter, “let's just say there will be more than a handful of half-human and half-Elemental bratlings born from Kynt's sneaking around amongst the cottages last night. He cut a remarkable swath through the village, I'm afraid, in the span of time he had in which to do his evil. His exploits will be spoken of for decades to come."
A miserable groan pushed from the MageLord's throat. “No wonder the Coyrle Smaghtaghey has been convened. I'm going to wind up extinguishing that stray beam of light."
Brother Lonnag crept closer, looked about them for prying eyes and eavesdropping ears then lowered his voice. “I am told a Worldly One is arriving this morn so you won't see any of my kind around for awhile.” He twitched his nose. “Or any of Brother Farrad's clan, either, for that matter."
"A Worldly One, eh?” Alyx said, his voice revealing his awe. “Things must be truly bad for one of such importance to journey here."
"Aye, well things are truly bad. Mage Powers are being lost. Witches and sorcerers and alchemists—all manner of magic-sayers—are being neutralized left and right.” The little mouse man lifted a back leg to scratch at a flea. “Bad times, my son. These are very bad times."
Alyx watched Brother Lonnag scurry away, claws clicking on the stone as he ran close to the old stone wall. The tiny magic-sayer was one of the oldest inhabitants of Drualtys Abbey. He was well respected for being levelheaded and calm to a fault. If he was worried about the current situation, there was reason to worry.
Pulling the hood of his robe closer to his chilled face, Alyx continued down the corridor, going deeper and deeper underground with every few steps. The temperature was so cold now he could see his breath misting before him and he had to keep his jaws clamped tight to keep his teeth from chattering. His shoved his hands into the sleeves of his robe for his fingers were tingling uncomfortably from the frigid air.
Ahead, he could see a bright patch of light and knew he had reached his destination. The Hall of Chastisement was a hundred yards or so away—in the deepest, darkest part of the Abbey. He glanced briefly at a thick brass studded black wooden door as he passed it and wondered if anyone was in the dungeon. It was a bit early in the morn for such pleasures but he knew there were those who enjoyed a brief sojourn on the rack or at the whipping post before starting their day.
He was not one of them. Physical pain was not something he needed to intensify his sexual releases though he did not condemn those who needed such enhancements.
As he neared the entrance to the Hall of Chastisement, he could feel the faceted eyes of the two guards posted outside watching him. These were not humanoids but harvestmen warriors—deadly efficient spider soldiers who lived beneath the very foundations of the Abbey. They were the blood-sworn protectors of the Brothers of the Wind. The arachnid warriors were proficient swordsmen. To encounter one sent to punish you was to kiss your ass—as well as the rest of you—goodbye.
Alyx inclined his head respectfully to the guards. He had no reason to fear these warriors but nevertheless he was always edgy when in their presence. “Good morn, Harvestmen,” he greeted them.
"Good morn to you, MageLord. The Brothers are expecting you. You may go in,” the guard on the right said in a deep, grating voice that sounded like wind over a dry cornhusk. He shifted his spindly legs. “Your Elemental is already inside."
Alyx nodded and mumbled his thanks.
The double black oaken doors swung open soundlessly without the benefit of hands to control them and Alyx took a deep, calming breath before entering the dimly-lit hall where grave matters of punishment were decided. The three men sitting on the bench were not known to him and that did not bode well for the only other inhabitant of the room—Kynt.
Alyx barely glanced at his Elemental as he came to stand before the bench. He lowered his head, bent his left knee and sank gracefully to the floor in deference to the three judges. From the corner of his eye he saw Kynt's aura pulse a deep mustard color and knew his Elemental was ill at-ease and a bit angered at having been brought before the Court.
"Arise, MageLord,” the Abbot of Conduct ordered.
Alyx did as he was commanded and stood with his hands still within the folds of the sleeves of his robe. He kept his attention on the judges, though he could feel Kynt trying to gain his attention with a faint strobe-like rippling of his crystalline aura.
"You have been told what your Elemental was up to last eve?” the Abbot inquired. He was a stark-looking man with a hatchet face, steely gray eyes and eyebrows that drew into wicked little peaks at the center. He was sitting forward with his spindly fingers laced loosely together and resting atop the bench's pristine black marble surface.
"I have, Father Abbot."
"And what have you to say in his defense?"
Alyx cut his eyes to Kynt who stood in his incorporeal form—a small, lizard-like flame shimmering in pearly hues like oil on water. Through the undulating colors he could see a strained smile on the Elemental's face and realized Kynt was trying to look chastened—something impossible for any Elemental to ever be.
The MageLord shifted his attention back to the Abbot. “I can say nothing in his defense, Father Abbot. What he did was wrong and he knows it to be so. I do not condone his wrongdoing and as his ward, I place his fate entirely into your hands and the hands of your fellow judges."
There was a strangled gasp from Kynt and an uncontrolled flick of his fiery tail.
The Abbot smiled—or rather his thin lips pulled back to reveal a moist pink expanse between them. He leaned back in his chair, hands on the curled arms.
"Spoken like the true politician I am told you are, Alyx Caden.” One tufted eyebrow quirked toward the smoky ceiling. “Do you think such humility will spare you rightful punishment?"
"No Father Abbot, I do not. Kynt Sheidan-Geayee is my responsibility. I am at fault here. I was lax in my control of him last eve and deserve the punishment you hand down.” He lifted his chin. “I stand ready for whatever penalty you deem fit to mete out."
"A brave young man,” the judge to the left of the Abbot commented. “But I wonder if you will be as courageous when you hear what we propose as your punishment, young MageLord."
Alyx swung his gaze to the man who had just spoken. Looking to be the oldest of the three, he was as rotund as the Abbot was stick-thin. Without a single hair upon his head or face, the judge's features looked more porcine than humanoid. In the low light his flesh was a ghastly grayish color that resembled the flesh of a man dead for several days. His striking blue eyes were all the more remarkable without benefit of eyelash or eyebrow to frame them.
"What say you, MageLord?” the pig-like man inquired. “Do you have the pluck to do our bidding?"
"I would pray so, Milord Judge,” Alyx responded since he did not know either the man's rank or name.
"Might I ask how you came by your Elemental, MageLord?” the same judge queried.
"He befriended me when I was but a toddler, Milord Judge,” Alyx answered. “I had escaped the notice of my Novice Instructor and went exploring on my own. I managed to find my way down here and became lost in the maze of corridors that lead to the ice fields. Kynt found me crying and shivering and manifested as a warm ball of light to lead me home. We have been companions ever since."
"Correct me if I'm wrong but don't Elementals of his kind influence human temperament?” Brother Jules asked. “And if that is the case, has your association with him made you a hot-tempered individual, as uncontrollable and unpredictable as his kind are?"
The Abbot raised his hand to forestall Alyx's answer. He turned to Brother Jules. “Our young MageLord's temperament runs hot—that is true—but it is his hot blooded nature that is his greatest asset. He is a Druaightagh Commyssey and proficient in his craft. As such, he is well suited for the task to which we will be setting him."
Alyx didn't know whether he liked the sound of that but Kynt obviously did for the Elemental had stopped pulsing and was straining toward the judges’ bench, a look of speculation on his wavering face.
"A master of sexual magic, eh?” the pig-like judge said with a grin. “Well-suited, indeed."
A frown formed on Alyx's brow. He was suddenly uneasy, for the three judges were staring at him as though he were the main course at a feast. Inside the sleeves of his robe, he clenched his fists, waiting for the pendulum to swing toward him and his fate to be revealed.
"Do you recall how many times you have lain with a female, young MageLord? A rough estimate will do,” Brother Jules said.
Alyx knew precisely the number. “Three hundred and fifty-seven,” he boasted.
Brother Jules gasped. “So many? How can that be?"
"When the Sisters of Farrane come for the annual retreats we share at the Summer and Winter Solstices, they each seek out our MageLord. He has released many a hymen since he turned of age,” the Abbott explained.
"I am duly impressed,” the older joke complimented. “Very well-suited. His expertise will hold us in good stead."
Alyx squirmed. “What exactly is it I am suited to do, Milord Judges?"
"You have heard of the troubles plaguing the Mage World?” the Abbott asked.
"Brother Lonnag said Mages were losing their powers and all manner of magic-sayers were being neutralized."
"That is partially true. A rogue alchemist has found a way to drain the powers of the lesser magic-sayers and lessen those of the Mages by cursing them with lhaggid bree."
"Impotence,” Brother Jules informed Alyx.
"He knows what lhaggid bree is, Brother Jules,” the Abbott snapped.
Brother Jules blushed but continued as though he hadn't heard the reprimand. “Mages can not function properly without the use of their sexual powers. The lesser magic-sayers can not cast their spells at all."
"He knows that, too!” the Abbott grumbled.
"With all magic dependent upon sexual energy—either mental or physical—you can see why this alchemist can not be allowed to continue his nefarious plot to become the last magic-sayer left in the WindVerse. He must be stopped and in order to do that, a Worldly One is journeying here and should arrive soon,” the porcine judge stated.
"And with her, the Worldly One is bringing along what she has termed as a greesee keintyssagh, a very powerful aphrodisiac from her homeworld. Once taken, the elixir will make it impossible for the alchemist to spell-bind you with his impotence curse,” the Abbott continued. He turned his head toward Kynt. “I am told you will need the binding influence you share with your Elemental to aid in the counter-magic necessary to put a stop to the mad alchemist's plot."
Alyx winced. His one and only experiment in that department with the Elemental had not been what he would consider satisfactory, but he could feel Kynt vibrating with excitement. The waves of sexual energy the Elemental was giving off had elevated the temperature in the room a good ten degrees.
"It will take the uniting of three Essences—you, your Elemental and the greesee keintyssagh combined in a strong sexual union—to defeat Stroieder Bea-Cheintyssagh, the alchemist, to restore potency to the magic-sayers, and thus save the world as we know it,” the Abbott told Alyx. He leaned forward, his gaze intent on the young MageLord. “So what will it be, Alyx? Will you do this for us?"
At that moment the thick black doors swung open and every eye turned toward the portal.
"I am here,” came a waspish voice, then an Elfinish came strutting in, the single tuft of hair atop her otherwise hairless head sticking up like steel spikes. “The day can now be saved."
Alyx had never seen an Elfinish. He was fascinated by the small cat-like being as it padded regally to the judges’ bench and hopped effortlessly upon the slick black marble top. He and the three judges went to their right knees with heads bowed, fists clenched over their hearts—the correct show of obeisance for one of her exalted rank. Kynt had dropped to the floor in a column of rippling flame, showing fealty he'd never shown to another living being.
"Do not get too close to me, Elemental,” the Elfinish decreed with a disdainful batting of her pale pink eyes. “You might set my tuft afire."
"Never, Worldly One,” Kynt protested, his aura changing to a shimmering pink. “I am yours to command."
"Well, of course you are,” the Elfinish said. She eased her hairless rump down and lifted one elegant paw, licked it then settled her gaze on Alyx. “And who might you be, child?"
Alyx lifted his head. “I am Alyx Caden, Worldly One. I am MageLord here at the Abbey."
"I am Mallow,” the Elfinish declared. She tilted her delicate head to one side and stared at the young man for a moment then slowly nodded. “You will do nicely, Alyx Caden. Nicely, indeed. I sense great sexual power within you. You will serve us well."
"I will do everything in my power to see your will done, Worldly One,” Alyx vowed.
"As will I,” Kynt said.
Mallow twisted her neck around so she could look at the Abbott. “I have brought the greesee keintyssagh. Unfortunately, there was a bit of a problem during transport. A sudden loss of power caused the star cruiser to plummet and the greesee keintyssagh was greatly affected. Everything should be all right within the hour.” She looked back at Alyx. “You will need to take the greesee keintyssagh as soon as possible. Time is of the essence in this matter."
"As you will, Worldly One,” Alyx agreed.
The Elfinish eyed Kynt. “You will need to take the greesee keintyssagh, as well."
Kynt grimaced but bowed his head in acknowledgement of her command.
"Of course, you will need to be in human form to do so."
Brother Jules leaned toward the Abbott and whispered, “Is that because the liquid would evaporate with the Elemental in his fire state?"
Mallow stood and padded over to the young judge and gave him a steely look. “No, fool, it has nothing to do with that. Who told you the greesee keintyssagh was liquid?"
Brother Jules’ face turned scarlet red. “No one, Worldly One, I just assumed...."
"You are not smart enough to assume, fool. Pray keep your mouth closed,” Mallow snapped. “The greesee keintyssagh is not liquid. The greesee keintyssagh is.... “She turned and pointed a paw at the door. “There."
Once more every eye went to the portal but this time four sets of human eyes and one set of Elemental eyes widened. Mouths dropped open. Four men came quickly to their feet with awe and the lone incorporeal pulsed through the entire color spectrum like a neon sign.
"Oh, my gods!” Kynt was heard to whisper a second or two before he glided toward the door, his aura a bright, glowing yellow.
She was the most beautiful thing Alyx Caden had ever seen and with that first look, his brutal headache completely disappeared. She was too beautiful to be mortal, he thought. Clothed in a pure white gown that fell in soft folds from her slender shoulders to the tips of her gold-sandaled feet, she was a tiny little thing—her waist so small he knew he could circle it between his hands. Long waves of thick burnished mahogany hair cascaded around her with one curling lock draping over her bodice to hang near her shapely hips. Her eyes were the color of a bright summer day and set amid long, dark lashes. The clasped hands at her waist had tapered fingers with delicate nails. A pert little nose, rosy cheeks, a sensuous mouth that boasted full, lush lips the color of ripe cherries, and a swanlike neck completed a picture of such perfection it made his heart ache.
Like a man awakened from a long, troubled dream, Alyx found his feet moving toward the ethereal beauty standing before him. He wanted nothing more than to touch her, to stroke her hair, to pull her into his arms and taste the sweetness of her lips. He wanted her body beside him every night for the rest of his life.
"Gentleman, I present to you Vyxn Aalyn,” the Elfinish introduced the young woman.
Vyxn sank into a graceful curtsy that had every man there—corporeal or incorporeal—sighing. The pleats of her gown flowed around her in a silken pool as she lowered her head, the torchlight adding glittering highlights to her hair. When she straightened, her smile was radiant and the men caught a glimpse of straight pearly white teeth.
"Lady Vyxn,” Kynt said as he rose up to his full, impressive seven foot height of undulating flame. “I am Kynt Sheidan-Geayee and I am yours forever. Do with me what you will. Use me to completion it you so desire.” He put out a shimmering hand that flowed with bright shades of yellow and orange.
Without so much as a blink of her lovely eyes, Vyxn slipped her hand into the warmth of the Elemental's and her smile widened.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Milord,” she said, releasing his hand and turning her attention to Alyx.
He came to stand before her—mesmerized by her beauty, trapped in the blue flame of her gaze like a fluttering moth. He took the hand she offered and brought it to his mouth, turning the wrist so he could plant a light kiss at the pulse point, his eyes never leaving hers. He simply said, “I am Alyx."
Vyxn looked to the Elfinish. “Is this the one, Worldly One?"
Mallow inclined her little head. “Indeed, he is."
"She is yours, Alyx Caden, and she is a virgin,” Mallow whispered in his mind. “A virgin in more ways than one."
Raw, primordial desire rose up in Alyx and shot straight to his cock. He felt it stir, harden and pulse with need. He wanted nothing more than to grab this luscious beauty and take her down, strip the gown from her and mount her then and there.
"Easy, boy,” Kynt muttered. “We've got all the time in the world to take her at our leisure."
A flash of fury shot through Alyx. He didn't want to share this woman and he turned an enraged face to the Elemental, his hands clenched into fists. Had not Vyxn stepped between them, he would no doubt have struck out at Kynt—whether the punch landed or not.
"There will be no fighting over me,” she said, one hand to Alyx's chest and another to the shifting colors that was Kynt's.
"This should be interesting,” Mallow observed, stretching out on the top of the judges’ bench. She tucked her front paws beneath her as her straggly tail whipped back and forth with excitement.
"Did you not hear the Abbot? It will take the three of us to thwart the evil brewing in the WindVerse,” Kynt reminded his companion. “You and her. Her and me.” He lowered his voice to a silken purr. “You and me."
"Shut up, Kynt,” Alyx growled.
Vyxn gazed deeply into Alyx's eyes. “Are you to be my instructor in the way of all this carnal?"
Alyx was overwhelmed with her beauty, her soft voice, the look in her innocent eyes, the touch of her hand on his chest. He could not find a voice with which to answer. All he could do was stare at her.
"Ignore him. I will be your tutor, milady,” Kynt put in, moving closer to the lovely young woman.
"You have yet to answer us, MageLord?” the Abbott pressed. “Will you take the greesee keintyssagh?"
Alyx nodded slowly. “I will do whatever is asked of me."
"Count on me to do my part,” Kynt stated.
Vyxn beamed as she looked at the Elemental. “I am a lucky woman, indeed, to have two stalwart warriors to take me into womanhood."
A shiver rippled through Alyx at her words. His cock leapt in eagerness and he could feel the waves of heated desire rolling off Kynt.
"I assume you have a ritual room where the three of them can retire and begin the Red ceremony?” Mallow inquired.
"One has been prepared, Worldly One,” the Abbott replied.
"Then pray show these children to that place so they may begin,” she ordered. “The longer we allow Stroieder Bea-Cheintyssagh to work his blasphemous magic, the harder it will be to stop him. He is taking the sexual energy he drains from his victims and storing in within him. He is growing more powerful by the hour."
"As you will, Lady Mallow,” the Abbott agreed and called out for a guard.
One of the harvestmen warriors appeared in the doorway.
"Escort the MageLord and his Lady to the Shamyr Comyssey,” the Abbott instructed.
"Take the Elemental and the greesee keintyssagh into the corridor and wait,” the Elfinish corrected. “I would have a word with the MageLord."
The harvestmen warrior bowed his head respectfully and backed out of the doorway, sweeping a hand in invitation for Vyxn and Kynt to precede him. When the three were beyond the doorway, Mallow lifted a paw and beckoned Alyx to her. He quickly obeyed her command.
"As I said, young Vyxn is a virgin. She knows absolutely nothing about the sexual act or what powers it can unleash. She came to us as an orphan and does not know she possesses Mage powers."
"She doesn't know she's a Mage?” Alyx queried.
Mallow shook her head and the little tuft atop quivered. “No, she does not. Until her maidenhead is breached, her powers finally released, she is but a mortal girl. Once her climax is achieved, she will come quickly into her own. Her powers will be vast.” The Elfinish smiled coyly. “She has powers almost as great as your own, my child, and her skills will be needed to prevent the pending destruction of magic-sayers within the WindVerse."
"I could sense great reserves of power within her, Worldly One,” Alyx acknowledged. “Her powers called to mine."
"Aye, they would, wouldn't they?” Mallow countered. “The blending of her powers and yours during an intense sexual experience will be potent but with the additional meshing of the Elemental's essence, as well, the three of you will be a force with which to reckon."
"It will take all three of you,” the Abbot said.
"The Great Gods preordained this blending of Essences so without the addition of the Elemental's own potent Essence, neither your power nor hers would be sufficient to stop our rogue alchemist. From this day forward, it will always be the three of you. When you make love to one, you must also make love to the other."
Alyx blinked. “Always?"
"Aye, always. The three of you will be bond-mates from this day forth.” She lifted her paw and he took it. “Now, go and make us proud, our sexual master, our Druaightagh Commyssey."
Though Alyx was far from sure about this new arrangement of his life, he kissed the little hairless paw and stepped back. He doubled his right fist and placed it over his heart. “I am yours to command, Oh Worldly One,” he said then did a crisp about face, eager to know the touch of the beautiful woman who awaited him.
"He will do well,” Mallow told the Abbott and his judges. “I have great faith in your MageLord."
Once in the corridor, Alyx reached for Vyxn's hand and clasped it tightly in his. His gaze fused with hers. “Ready?” he inquired.
"I have been ready for twenty years,” she answered with a giggle.
"And I for a thousand twenty,” Kynt added. He took her other hand within his shimmering grip.
The trio fell into step behind the harvestmen warrior.
The Shamyr Comyssey—the Sexual Chamber—to which the three were led was up three levels and located on a floor of the Drualtys Abbey where only Sexual Masters were allowed. Alyx had ventured there only once and that had been with the Mother Superior of the Farrane Convent. Unlike the dungeon where the Brothers engaged primarily in sadomasochistic gratifications of submission and domination, pain and pleasure, the Shamyr Comyssey was used for the gentler varieties of sexual pleasure. Each chamber upon that floor had been created not only with functionality in mind but with comfort and lascivious elegance.
"If you wish anything, please do not hesitate to ring,” the harvestmen warrior informed the trio as he opened the door to the largest chamber. “We will gladly provide refreshments, appliances or salves, whatever you may need."
Alyx followed Vyxn into the room and was stunned by the opulence he beheld. The other time he had been inside a chamber on this floor, there had been nothing more than a utilitarian iron cot with bare cornhusk-stuffed mattress slung across a network of ropes and a single pillow without a case—a room befitting the leader of a religious sect who held strictly to her vows of poverty. This chamber was vastly different.
A massive four-poster bed with a sumptuous canopy dominated the far wall behind which had been paved in a boxed basket weave pattern of light and dark gray brick. Upon the bed was a luxurious black fur coverlet—the edges of which pooled gracefully on the thick burgundy carpet. Above the bed, the canopy was done in heavy black and burgundy stripped damask trimmed with pearl gray fringe. Dual nightstands upon which sat ornate blown glass lamps with pleated burgundy silk shades flanked the ornate bed. A plush pile of satin pillows in wine, gray, and black lay scattered across the intricately-carved headboard. There was a striking armoire that had to be at least seven feet tall—which meant the chamber's ceiling was at least ten feet in height. Twin settees covered in gray moiré silk flanked a beautiful brick fireplace that had been done in a diaper work bond pattern. The mantle shelf was a large expanse of highly polished black marble and the header and legs of the surround were cherry wood carved in a climbing rose and vine pattern with the plinth bases ridged with shallow concave grooves. Standing in front of the fireplace but separated from it by a low square cocktail table were two tall wingback chairs done in gray and black stripe. A beautiful floral area rug woven in various shades of burgundy and gray tied the sitting area together.
The ceiling was particularly lovely with embossed tin panels done in a floral design surrounded by spectacular cornices and noseings. Hung in the center of the ceiling beneath a spectacular medallion of twined roses was a large cut crystal chandelier, the light from the myriad tapers shimmering light upon the tin.
"This is breathtaking,” Vyxn whispered, her voice filled with awe.
"Stunning,” Kynt said as he shivered through the spectrum of colors.
The door closed behind them and all three were silent for a moment before Vyxn turned with a tremulous smile.
"Well, let's get down to business,” she said as she kicked off her sandals and before the men could react, reached up to untie the straps of her gown, letting it fall into a silken pool at her feet. Beneath the white garment she had been completely nude.
"Mother of the Goddesses,” Kynt said on a long sigh.
Had he thought her beautiful? Alyx wondered as he took in the lush curves, large breasts tipped with dusky nipples and the sweet swell of her generous hips. Beautiful did not begin to describe this vision before him. His attention lowered to the soft V of tight blond curls below the daintiest little belly button he'd ever had the pleasure of seeing. A thunderbolt of desire drove straight through him so hard he staggered from the jolt.
"Aye,” Kynt said on a breath of sound. His form was shifting colors constantly and with each revolution, more and more of him was becoming solid instead of ethereal.
Alyx gave the Elemental a considering look. It was impossible for Kynt to manifest into solid shape unless he had a strong surge of gained sexual energy from Alyx. It had happened the evening before when Alyx was masturbating and apparently it was happening now for Kynt was taking on the form of an exceedingly handsome warrior.
Tall with the brawny, muscular physique of a professional bodybuilder, Kynt bore no resemblance whatsoever to any other Elemental Alyx had ever glimpsed. This Elemental had broad, powerful shoulders, rock-hard pectorals, bulging biceps, a lean waist and flat belly below tightly striated abdominals, and large hands that were capable of breaking a human man in half. Not one hair grew from Kynt's body and the lack of pubic curls made the thirteen inch uncircumcised cock look even more enormous as it lay arched over a scrotum that was much bigger than what might be considered normal. Those weighty wrinkled balls dangled halfway down his meaty, heavily-muscled thighs.
"Oh, my,” Vyxn said as she took in the Elemental as he solidified into humanoid form. “Oh, my!” She licked her full lips.
Kynt lifted an arm the size of a small tree trunk and flexed his biceps, allowing the young woman to speculate on the power contained within that bulging, thickly-veined muscle. His pecs jumped in tandem before he lifted his other arm and flexed that one, as well.
"Show off,” Alyx mumbled.
Kynt and Vyxn turned heated gazes to the MageLord—the only one still clothed—and one delicate blond brow arched.
"Why are you still dressed?” Vyxn challenged. “I want to see you. Are you as big as the Elemental?"
Alyx knew he was no slouch physically. He wasn't as muscular as the Elemental but he was no weakling, either. He worked out diligently and his abs were ripped, his stomach hard, his ten-inch cock as thick if not as long as Kynt's. Women often told him he had a body made for loving as their fingers and palms ran over every inch of him. They especially seemed to like the thick pelt of hair that covered his chest and ran in a crisp tiger-line down to his shaft. Many were fascinated by the dark hairs on his taut thighs and liked to run their fingernails from his knees to his groin.
"Alyx!” Vyxn pressed with a stamp of her bare foot.
"Yes, Alyx!” Kynt complained. “Snap to, man!"
It took only a moment for Alyx to throw back the hood of his robe and untie the cincture at his waist. Since he, too, was naked beneath the coarse wool garment, it slid unimpeded down his tall frame as he shrugged it away.
"Handsome little devil, ain't he?” Kynt asked Vyxn. He sidled closer to Alyx.
"Indeed he is,” she replied.
Alyx felt like a piece of meat being inspected as Vyxn walked around him, studying every facet of his nude body, though she did not reach out to touch it. He could feel her hot gaze lingering on his ass and when she circled in front of him again the look she gave him was filled with admiration.
"I will say it again. I am a very lucky woman."
"And we are lucky men,” Kynt said with a husky growl and before Alyx could stop him, scooped Vyxn up in his beefy arms and headed for the bed.
"We need to go slow with her, Kynt,” Alyx warned.
If the Elemental heard, he gave no indication that he had. He laid his lovely cargo atop the plush fur covers and stretched out beside her on his side, one thick finger trailing along her bare arm.
"So soft,” he proclaimed.
Annoyed, Alyx skirted the bed and climbed onto it from the opposite side. He sat facing Vyxn, smiling self-consciously at her as she gazed back at him with rapt attentiveness.
"You'll have to tell me what to do, Alyx,” she told him.
"Just lie there and let us pleasure you, sweeting,” Kynt answered for his companion. “There's no hurry. I promise you will enjoy what we do to you."
The Elemental's words made Alyx's cock stir. He looked across at Kynt, searching his companion's gaze.
"Why don't you kiss her?” Kynt suggested as he continued to run his fingers up and down Vyxn's arm.
Alyx wanted nothing more at that moment and leaned over her. She was looking back at him with innocent trust—her lips parted, eyelids half-lowered. The hollow at the base of her throat was pulsing rapidly, though her breathing seemed slow and even, if the unhurried rise and fall of her beautiful breasts was any indication.
The moment his lips touched hers he knew he had found heaven. Her mouth was warm and wet and tasted as sweet as cherries. Her lips were silky smooth and pliant and when he nipped at the bottom one, she opened them for him to slip his tongue gently inside. The quick intake of her breath told him she had not expected such a thing and he withdrew.
"No!” she protested and put a hand to the back of his head to keep him from moving away. Her fingers laced through his hair. “Don't stop. I like that!"
So did he. He slanted his mouth over hers and thrust his tongue between her lips.
Their naked bodies were touching and where their flesh met, a fine sheen of perspiration began to form. Her natural scent enticed him, spurred him on and be put a hesitant, trembling hand to her bare breast, lightly cupping her.
"Umm,” she said against his mouth and pressed her upper body into his touch. Her fingers tightened in his hair.
"I believe she likes that,” Kynt said and slid his hand to her other breast.
"Aye, she does!” Vyxn said as Alyx released her mouth. “She really likes that!"
Kynt and Alyx exchanged an amused grin.
"What did Lady Mallow tell you about sex, sweeting?” Alyx inquired.
"Nothing save I would like it and that I was to do whatever my instructor.... “She glanced at Kynt. “My instructors told me to do."
"She told you nothing beyond that?” Alyx asked, a bit surprised.
"I know your cock fits in my cunt,” she said and when he winced, his face turning bright red and his gaze falling from hers, she puckered her lips. “Did I say something wrong?"
"It's just he prefers gentler terms rather than those,” Kynt answered for his companion.
A slight frown marred her lovely face. “Such as?"
"He much prefers shaft or manhood for his own equipment. For yours, either sheath or channel,” Kynt informed her. He leaned over her until his head almost touched Alyx's. “He's a bit of a prude, actually."
"I just don't like to use crass words for something that can be so beautiful,” Alyx disagreed.
"Which means you should never use the word fuck around him,” Kynt said dryly.
"Oh,” she said. “Then what should I call it if not fucking?"
"Making love!” Alyx was quick to reply. “For that is what it will be."
"Having sex will do just fine,” Kynt put in. He massaged her breast firmly. “You know there will be a moment's pain?"
She nodded. “But not enough to warrant concern,” she said as though repeating what the Elfinish had told her. “The pleasure will far outweigh any discomfort.” She writhed beneath their hold on her breasts. “There has to be more foreplay than what you're doing. When do we get to the good part?"
Alyx's lips twitched. “You don't like this, wench?” he asked and eased the pad of his thumb over her nipple slowly.
"Hot damn, I do!” she said, jerking beneath his touch. Her eyes widened. “Do that again!"
Kynt obliged her at the same time Alyx did and she all but melted into the mattress, her eyes half-closing and her hand dropping away from Alyx's hair to clutch at the fur covers.
"I could like that all night,” she said.
Kynt raised his head and arched one perfectly-formed brow at his companion and together, they cupped a breast tightly and lowered their mouths to her chest.
With a squeal of approval Vyxn slapped her hands to the men's biceps and held on the moment they began to suckle her. She made sweet little purring sounds deep in her throat and her heels pressed hard into the bed. Her fingers dug into their muscles as they licked and teased her nipples into hard, tight little buds. As they raked their teeth over her she squirmed like an eel and moaned, drawing quick breaths each time they paused to pull upon her flesh with their lips.
"Ohhh,” she said on a long sigh.
It was Alyx who released a breast first and smoothed his hand down her chest to her belly button, slipping a finger inside the well to stroke it. He felt Kynt's hand slide past his and knew his companion was delving into the crisp curls between her legs.
Kynt released a plump nipple with a loud popping sound and lifted his head to give Alyx a considering look. The Elemental was smoothing his hand around and around the wiry little patch of curls.
"Go ahead and taste her,” he said quietly and when Alyx raised his head, his companion grinned. “If that is what you had in mind, of course."
"I am aching to experience the taste of her,” Alyx responded.
Alyx slithered down in the bed, came to his knees on the mattress, and then wrapped his fingers around Vyxn's ankles. He shifted her legs apart so he could wedge himself between, stretching out so he was braced on his elbows between her spread thighs.
"A lovely view,” he said. “A very lovely view."
"And untouched by any other man,” Kynt said. “Gods, but I love sweet little virgins."
Alyx frowned. “Which of us will remedy that condition?” he asked. He wanted to be fair.
"You take her one way and I'll take her the other. That way we'll both have virgin flesh,” Kynt said. “You know I much prefer to be taken that way, myself."
A dull red flush spread over Alyx's cheeks but he made no comment to that provocative statement.
"Can I watch the two of you having sex?” Vyxn inquired.
"Indeed you can,” Kynt assured her. “While he is pumping into me, you can pump into him."
"What?” Alyx gasped, eyes wide.
Kynt put up a finger and wiggled it. “Unless you prefer something larger."
"No!” Alyx stated and shook his head.
"Prude,” Kynt labeled him. “You don't know what you're missing."
The thought of Vyxn's finger inside his ass did strange, hardening things to Alyx's cock and he pressed the swelling organ hard into the mattress. The thought of something larger to stretch him brought an even stranger ache upon which he didn't want to speculate at the moment.
"And I am as large as they come,” Kynt said slyly.
"Stop reading my thoughts!” Alyx hissed.
"I'd like you in me, Kynt,” Vyxn said sweetly.
"And in you I will be soon enough, Precious,” Kynt assured her.
"But first I want to feel Alyx's mouth on me there,” she said.
"You heard the lady, Alyx,” Kynt encouraged. “Taste her!"
And taste her, he did.
She was sweet as honey as he lapped his tongue over the gentle folds between her legs. He wasn't as experienced as his companion was with oral sex but he was proficient at it. He knew where to lick and where to lap, when to dawdle and when to hurry. Peeling back the little hood over her clit, he blew his warm breath over it and watched gooseflesh pop out along her inner thighs. He flicked out his tongue to touch that swelling bud.
"Oh!” Vyxn squealed and her hands dug into the coverlet, twisted it. Her hips shot up and Alyx took advantage of it.
Sliding his hands under her ass, he lowered his mouth to her clit and began a series of lightning-quick raids. Here he swirled the tip of his tongue. There he dragged the broad plain as he laved her. A breath later he clamped his teeth gently and worried the little love pearl until Vyxn was writhing like a madwoman beneath his concentrated assault. With a grin, he covered as much of her as he could with his mouth and suckled her, stabbing her clit in rhythm to the clenching and unclenching of her buttocks as he dug his fingers into those lush cheeks.
Not to be outdone, Kynt bent over her and claimed her breasts. He drew one nipple deep into his mouth while he tweaked the other with his fingers. He nibbled her, flicked his tongue as he pinched and plucked and twisted. The dual attack brought whimpers from Vyxn.
As he tongued every inch between her legs and into the sweet center of her, Alyx knew she needed more to heighten the sensations that were rocketing through her. Gently and with great care, he insinuated the tip of his middle finger into her damp little sheath—just barely touching her there. Her moan was almost desperate.
"She likes whatever you just did,” Kynt mumbled around her nipple.
"Aye,” Alyx agreed and slipped his finger in a bit deeper, flexing it for a brief moment before withdrawing then sliding it in again. He went a bit deeper, eased out of her then went deeper still.
"While he is giving you pleasure, would you like to give me pleasure, sweeting?” Kynt asked in a husky tone.
Innocent but eager she nodded and swiped a pretty tongue over her dry lips.
Kynt took her hand and guided it to his erection. “Wrap your fingers around him. He's cold."
"He feels hot to me,” she said with a smile as the natural tendency to tug at the warm, silken hardness came to her. She slid her fingers down him. “And he's so hard."
"The better to take you, my pretty,” Kynt said in an evil voice that was belied by the merry twinkle in his pale eyes. He lowered his mouth to her breast.
With one hand on the Elemental and the other in Alyx's hair as he worked his tongue over and between her soft folds, Vyxn closed her eyes and sighed with contentment.
Wanting to up the ante a bit more, Alyx turned his hand so he could slip his thumb inside her other opening. The moment he did, there was a fiery pull along his scalp as her finger tightened in his hair.
"Aye!” she hissed, wriggling her little ass. “I like that. I really like that!"
"A good candidate for my favorite brand of loving,” Kynt said as he released her nipple.
Alternating the pulling and thrusting of his fingers, Alyx had her panting, twisting his hair as she ground her lower body upon his questing digits. He put his mouth to her clit and the moment he did, she came hard and quick, screaming her pleasure loudly.
As if she had cast a spell upon them, every candle in the room became ten times brighter and their flames shot toward the ceiling in spirals that flickered red and orange and yellow with a hint of blue at the very tip. A loud wind rushed through the chamber, extinguished the flames, plunging the trio into complete darkness for a split second before the flames roared to life again. A skirl of beautiful music pealed and then subsided as tiny, tinkling bells sounded for a few seconds before finally fading away. Vyxn groaned on a long note that said she was completely sated.
"Oh, now that is what I like to hear!” Kynt stated. He pulled back to look at her face as the last ripples of her first orgasm left her.
"Her magic has come into its own now,” the voice of the Elfinish whispered in Alyx's mind.
Between her now loose legs, Alyx was looking up at her over the quivering of her stomach muscles. He liked the way her breasts shook as the very last tremor left her.
"Now, give her a taste of you,” Kynt suggested, pulling away from Vyxn's grip on his cock.
Vyxn's eyelids fluttered open. Her gaze met Alyx's and she nodded. She was drawing in quick little bursts of breath from between her parted lips and her eyes were glazed from that first explosion of passion.
Alyx didn't need a second invitation. He crawled up her until he was poised over her face, his knees to either side of her head. His large cock was standing straight out in front of him but he put a hand to it to lower it to her mouth while he used his free hand to grip the headboard to brace him.
"Take him in your mouth, sweeting,” Kynt instructed. “Just the head at first until you grow accustomed to his size."
Vyxn opened her mouth wider and allowed Alyx to guide himself past her lips and teeth.
"Don't bite him, now,” Kynt warned. “Just run your tongue over his slit."
She did and Alyx shuddered from the hot, wet feel of her licking him. He held himself perfectly still as she swirled her tongue over and over his swollen head and slipped the tip into the opening, widening it a bit.
"He's salty,” she said.
"Aye, he is but I'll be as sweet as nectar,” Kynt said. “I promise."
Alyx swung his gaze to the Elemental and arched a questioning brow.
"I will be,” Kynt said.
"You can control that?” Alyx asked.
"Of course,” Kynt replied then looked away from his companion. “Now, sweeting. He's going to go a bit deeper into your mouth. Just grunt if he goes too deep and it is uncomfortable for you.” He nodded at Alyx.
Slowly pushing himself a bit farther past those warm lips, Alyx had to grit his teeth, for the sensation of her wet mouth enveloping him was sheer heaven. He wanted to thrust—that was the natural reaction to such pleasure—but he wanted to ease her into this portion of their lovemaking and did not want to frighten her.
"Draw on him as I did your nipple,” Kynt told her. “Drag your tongue around the head as you do. He'll like that."
A quick learner, Vyxn did exactly as she was ordered and even took it a step farther by reaching up to clamp her hands on Alyx's ass to bring him closer to her face and his cock deeper in her mouth.
"I'd say she's taken to this like a fish to water, wouldn't you?” Kynt asked.
"She seems to like it well enough.” He was unconsciously moving his hips a fraction of an inch back and forth, his hand on the headboard gripping it so tightly his knuckles had bled of color.
"Sweeting, relax your throat and let his cock slide along the plain of your tongue,” Kynt said then stunned Alyx by reaching down to cup his companion's balls.
"What the hell are you doing?” Alyx snapped his head to the side and glared as Kynt's fingers began to knead him gently.
"Priming the pump,” Kynt replied with a steady look. “Want me to stop?"
The combined pleasure of Vyxn's heated mouth on his shaft and the Elemental's gentle but firm massaging was doing things to Alyx he had never experienced. He couldn't even protest when Kynt slipped behind him and began sliding his erect cock under Alyx's balls, rocking his body against his companion's. But the moment Kynt reached around him to pinch his nipples was nearly his undoing.
"Don't!” Alyx whimpered. “For the love of the gods, man, I'll come!"
Kynt put his lips to Alyx's ear. “That's the whole point, isn't it?” He ground his groin against Alyx's ass. “Come for me, little human. Come hard and thick."
That was all the encouragement Alyx's cock needed for it had a mind of its own. It was all he could do to keep from pumping it into Vyxn's mouth. She was making little slurping noises as she swallowed and he looked down to see some of his cum on her cheeks, dribbling down her chin as she swept her tongue around him to lap it up.
"Oh, gods!” Alyx said and shuddered so hard the very last spurt of him shot harder than the rest before it.
Breathing hard, he was quivering all over as Kynt ran his hands up and down Alyx's chest and then down to his balls to rub him there, as well—all the while sliding his stiff cock under Alyx's sensitive scrotum.
"It wasn't a bad taste, Alyx,” Vyxn said, wanting their attention back on her. “But next time I'll be sure to keep my lips closed around it.” She was wiping the stickiness from her face.
"Let me, sweeting,” Kynt said and pushed Alyx out of the way.
Alyx swung a leg up and practically fell to his back on the bed, limp from the climax. He watched in shock as Kynt bent over Vyxn and began to lick her face clean.
"Can I taste you now?” she asked, giggling at the ferocious lapping that he was making sure was loud and sloppy as he went.
"You can do whatever you want to me,” Kynt said. He straightened up and straddled her face as Alyx had, then looked pointedly at his companion. “I could use a little quid pro quo if you know what I mean."
Alyx nodded though he felt boneless as he got to his knees and moved in behind Kynt.
Once more, Vyxn got the taste she wanted, Kynt received a hard climax and Alyx took a small amount of pleasure in pinching his companion's nipples brutally and squeezing his balls roughly until Kynt groaned for quarter. That was the way the Elemental liked it.
Drained, the two men stretched out beside Vyxn and simply stroked her.
"How long do you have to do that?” she asked, turning her head from side to side on the pillow, giving both males a questioning look.
"I'm primed now, but it will take Alyx a moment or so longer,” Kynt answered.
She settled her gaze on Kynt. “Then if you're ready, I am."
Kynt raised his head to look over at Alyx. “Would it hurt to break her in my way first? What do you think?"
"Can you make yourself smaller than you normally are so you won't hurt her?” Alyx replied.
Kynt smiled. “I can be a veritable earthworm if needed,” he said and scrambled to his knees. He held his hand out to Vyxn. “I can be small going in and grow larger to suit her sweet little cavern."
She took his hand and allowed him to draw her to a sitting position.
"Turn over and hike that lovely ass into the air for me, sweeting,” Kynt instructed.
She turned over and pushed her rump up, looking around at him as she knelt there. “Can I watch it get smaller?"
Kynt shrugged. “If you like."
For a moment longer he was huge—thick and broad at the tip—and then he began to shrink until he was no bigger than a half-inch in diameter, six in length. He put a hand to his mouth, spat in it then began to lubricate his shaft.
Alyx was intrigued by what he was watching. Idly he reached out to squeeze her breast with one hand while he cupped his head with the other.
Positioning himself behind Vyxn's upturned ass, Kynt put the diminished tip to her anus then pushed inside.
"Oooh!” she said, wriggling against his groin. “That feels very good."
Slowly, he began to withdraw then insert until he was sure neither the rhythm nor the size was hurting her. As he increased his speed, he slowly increased the size of his cock until he could sense her discomfort. He stopped expanding his shaft and concentrated on molding his fingers to the tops of her thighs and massaging her as Alyx slid sideways in the bed and latched his lips upon Vyxn's breast.
"Please!” she moaned as the pleasure began to build within her once more.
Kynt moved his fingers to her clit and pinched the hardened little nubbin. Vyxn came hard again, bucking against him like a woman possessed, her head swinging back and forth from side to side as her entire body stiffened.
Once more the candles went out, flamed back to brilliant life and the ethereal music swelled into a cascading melody of crisp notes that lingered on a brisk rush of wind before disappearing.
"I'd say she likes that well enough,” Alyx joked as he massaged both her breasts firmly while wave after wave of delight seemed to shake her.
Kynt smiled knowingly. “You would, too, if you tried it."
Alyx squirmed beneath that smile. “Mayhap I would."
Kynt slowly contracted the size of his cock and eased out of Vyxn, pushing gently on the small of her back to have her lay down as Alyx moved out from under her. She rolled to her back after a moment. She didn't appear to have the energy to speak but rather stared up at the ceiling as though a new, exciting revelation had been shown to her.
"You really should give it a try,” Kynt offered.
Alyx fused gazes with Kynt. “Mayhap I will."
The two males stared at one another for several heartbeats before Kynt lifted his chin. “Then don't just give it lip service, Alyx. Show me,” the Elemental challenged.
For just a split second Alyx regretted his bold statement, but his body was hard and aching and in need of being satisfied again. He was also curious—more so than he had ever been—and dredged up the courage he needed. His hands shaking, he sat up—froze for a moment—then slowly twisted around until he was on his knees.
"I don't like pain, Kynt,” he said.
"I know,” Kynt said quietly. He moved in behind Alyx and began to gently, slowly run his hard hands over his companion's ass. He continued the action until Alyx began to relax under his touch.
"That excites me,” Vyxn said. She had scooted up in the bed and was leaning against the headboard, intently watching the males.
"What this?” Kynt asked and ran his hand between Alyx's legs to cup him.
Alyx drew in a shuddering breath.
"Aye, that,” Vyxn agreed.
Kneading the tightening balls in his hand, Kynt leaned forward over Alyx and sank his teeth into the young man's back along his right ribcage. The shiver it brought forth pleased him and he moved to the other ribcage to repeat the action as he continued to manipulate his companion's sac.
"Do men suckle one another's cocks?” Vyxn inquired.
"Indeed we do,” Kynt answered for them both. “Well, some men at least. There are some who think it blasphemous to touch another man."
She cocked her head to one side, brow furrowed. “Why?"
"Some men are prudes,” Kynt stated.
"Aye because some men.... “Alyx began but stopped—eyes widening—as Kynt slid his cock between Alyx's cheeks and into the moist, hot tunnel of his ass. He quivered like a leaf in a stiff breeze, his entire body becoming stiff as a board.
"Relax, Alyx,” Kynt said, easing out a little then going a bit deeper. He had made his cock small but with each in and out motion, he allowed it to expand a bit. “Relax and let me ride you, my friend."
Alyx tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and squeezed his eyes tightly shut. He was enjoying the sensation of his companion's cock in him more than he thought he should. He was a woman's man. He liked women. He only used Kynt when no woman was around but....
"You like this,” Kynt finished the thought for him. He pumped hard into Alyx and stretched him, filling him much fuller than he had Vyxn.
"Argh,” was the sound Alyx made and that sound bordered on pain. His fingers clawed at the coverlet beneath them and he tried to sway his back lower to escape the impalement that was doing such savage things to his libido.
"You need to be rode,” Kynt said, his voice stronger, more rasping than normal. “You need to know what it is to be mastered.” He squeezed Alyx's balls a bit harder than before and shifted them in such a way it sent electric sparks of acute sensation through his companion's body.
"You are hurting me!” Alyx said.
"No, I'm not,” Kynt disagreed. “I am giving you pleasure you can barely stand.” He allowed his cock to return to its normal size and length and Alyx grunted—unconsciously pushing back against the uncomfortable invasion.
"Take him,” Vyxn said. She lurched forward until she was on all fours, staring up into Alyx's face. “You know you want it, Alyx."
"No, I...."
"Aye, you do,” Kynt growled. He withdrew almost all the way out. “Don't you?"
Alyx shook his head.
"Liar."
Kynt pushed in as far as he could go and held it there for a moment, the pressure so great against Alyx's prostate the younger man began to pant.
Alyx felt as though he were being stretched beyond repair. The size and weight of the cock thrusting in and out of his asshole made him moan with each pass, but it also gave him an unbelievable rush of pleasure—so much pleasure he could barely stand it. Kynt's hand was rough on him and the moment the Elemental sank his teeth into Alyx's shoulder, Alyx came with a gush of semen that stunned him.
Hard strokes pounded at his ass and ripped into him with such delicious pleasure Alyx could do nothing else save press back against the invading flesh, revel in the hard hand kneading him, the teeth digging into his shoulder. He came again and again, watching his jizz streaking out of his cock to spray the black fur coverlet.
"Messy boy,” Vyxn giggled.
Alyx opened his mouth to deny the charge but Kynt took that moment to reach his own climax and began to pump furiously into Alyx. He released Alyx's balls and slapped his hands to the younger man's hips and slammed into him with almost brutal thrusts. When he came, the cum felt almost ice-cold to Alyx but it also gave him an added flooding of pleasure that shocked him to his core.
With one last powerful thrust, Kynt collapsed on Alyx's back, driving them both to the mattress. Alyx winced as his naked belly landed into the cooling fluid of his own cum but the weight of his companion on his back was far more uncomfortable.
"Get. Off,” Alyx ordered.
Kynt rolled to the side and to his back, flinging a limp arm over his eyes, one knee raised as he drew heavy gasps of breath into his lungs. Alyx stayed where he was with his cheek pressed to the pillow, his face turned toward Vyxn who lay at his right side. She smiled at him.
"I have magic in me, Alyx,” she said.
"Aye, wench, you do,” he agreed and yawned.
"And I think when you breach my maidenhead, that magic will be even greater still."
"It will be,” Kynt commented. He, too, yawned and his raised knee fell to the side.
"When I come, our magic will begin to correct whatever ails the WindVerse,” she said.
Alyx was so drained he couldn't push himself up, but he did manage to inch his hand over to touch her shoulder. “Do you know what that is, Vyxn?"
"What ails the WindVerse?” she inquired.
"Aye."
"No. Mallow said you would tell me."
And he did. When he was finished, he saw vengeance budding in her pretty eyes.
"We will set it to rights,” she said.
"Aye, we will.” Alyx yawned a second time and his eyes began to close.
Vyxn lowered her voice. “We will punish the rogue alchemist and return the potency to the magic-sayers."
"We will certainly give it our best shot,” Kynt agreed then his corporeal form rippled.
"Are you leaving us, Kynt?” she asked.
"For awhile,” he answered, returning to his Elemental form of shifting light.
Vyxn pushed herself up and looked at the two males. Both seemed completely sapped of energy and she thought it best to let them recharge. Lying down, she moved closer to Alyx, draped an arm around his waist and closed her eyes.
Vyxn woke to two mouths greedily feeding upon her breasts. She kept her eyes closed but a coy little smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"Our lady is awake,” she heard Kynt whisper.
"She'd best be else she'll miss what I'm about to do,” Alyx whispered back.
Two hands roamed down her body and two sets of fingers eased aside the folds of her cunt.
"She's oozing,” Kynt said.
"She's going to do more than ooze before I'm through with her."
Vyxn's smile widened, but she still did not open her eyes. Even when one set of fingers slid into her sheath and another began to pluck at her clit. She writhed like a fish out of water but she kept her eyes tightly closed.
"She's toying with us."
"She'd best not."
She felt the bed sag and knew it was Alyx who had moved over her. She felt hard knees nudging hers apart and complied. A warm, wet mouth descended to her right breast for a moment as the firm fingers continued to work their magic at her center. She arched her hips, ground her ass into the mattress. The warm mouth slid away.
It was his delicious, precious, wondrous weight pressing down on her that brought her eyes open. He had stretched out atop her and was staring down into her face, one thick lock of hair tumbling from his forehead. She reached up to stroke it back.
"It will hurt, Vyxn,” he said softly. “There is no getting around that, but I will go slowly and once the barrier is breached, there will be only a filling sensation then all the pleasure this man can possibly give you."
"And that is a great deal,” Kynt put in.
"I trust you,” she said and lowered her hands to either side of her head, palms up, fingers slightly flexed. She could feel him hard against her thigh, a tiny droplet of warm fluid coming from his tip.
"Then let's rid you of that annoying little maidenhead and take you into womanhood,” Alyx said, pushing himself up and reaching down to take his cock in hand.
For just a moment she tensed as he put the tip to her opening but with Kynt smoothing her hair and crooning softly to her, she relaxed.
Alyx pushed in a tiny bit—stretching her but giving her time to adjust to his size.
He pushed a bit deeper and encountered the fragile membrane. His eyes held hers.
"Ready?” he asked.
She nodded and felt that glorious pressure again as his body lowered to hers, his mouth took hers, his tongue slipped gently inside and she accepted it gladly.
He pushed deeper.
The pain was so slight she might not have noticed it had not Alyx grunted. His body tensed—expecting hers to do the same—but when she lifted her arms and put them around his neck, he began to move inside her. Very slowly at first and then with a touch more speed, a stronger thrust.
She began to feel the immense power building inside her. It was more than just the sensation of desire and passion and the knowing that release would bring her satisfaction. There was something more—something so strong, so commanding the air around them was vibrating. With the breaking of her hymen, something had been released into the WindVerse and just as that membrane had been breached, a different kind of barrier had come down.
Seemingly of their own accord, her legs came up to wrap around his hips and she heard him chuckle low in his throat.
His hands slid under her rump and he lifted her for deeper penetration and to give her the pleasure he had promised. His strokes became a strong glide that filled her, stretched her, and she squeezed him with her inner muscles.
"Aye, sweeting,” he said, feeling that minute tugging. “That's what I want."
She tightened her legs, silently urging him to a harder thrust, a faster pumping.
He obliged.
That alien something inside her was speeding up, as well. She could feel power struggling to escape. She was not only the ReceivingMate of the two magic-sayers who were so skilled at their craft, she was giving something of her own. Not to them but to the world around her. She understood even more clearly that at the moment she climaxed, the power growing within her body would unleash the retribution needed to set the Mage World to rights once again.
A fine sheathing of sweat flowed over Alyx as he thrust into her luscious body. He was on the verge of spilling himself into her and was straining to keep the release at bay. He could feel her inner muscles milking him, but he knew she was not yet in the throes of her own climax. Something awesome was tugging at his flesh—molding him, stroking him, running up and down his rigid cock with hot little suckers and he was trembling from the need not to come.
But then Vyxn did and as she did, bright light burst like a thousand exploding stars around them. A mighty wind rushed through the chamber to lift the bed clear of the floor. Swirls of colors spun around and around them in an upside down vortex and the air filled with the scent of lavender. Choirs of cherubs sang out to the ringing of a million silver bells.
As Alyx came—long and hard and hot—Vyxn screamed her release as wave after wave of supreme pleasure undulated through her. She dug her nails into Alyx's back and nearly squeezed off his breath as her legs clamped even more tightly around his waist. On and on her climax came until the swirling colors became streaks of pure white light shooting through the cobblestone walls and out into the world beyond. The wind skirled. The choirs hit a high note and held it. The silver bells rang one last time then stilled, their pealing echoing through the chamber.
"Aye!” she heard Kynt say. “Aye, the magic is being reversed!"
Vyxn knew he meant that the power she was sending out into the world was defeating Stroieder Bea-Cheintyssagh and potency was flowing back to the magic-sayers. She heard an enraged roar then a defeated whimper and then finally mighty shouts of joy as things were set to rights.
With the last little pulse, the sweetest little ripple of her release, she sank boneless into the mattress with the wondrous weight of her drained human lover atop her, her incorporeal lover pressed close to her side.
The wind calmed to a light, soothing breeze. The choir was silenced. The silver bells echoed no more. The candle flames died down to a soft, muted glow. The only thing left of the immense power than had come to the Shamyr Comyssey of Drualtys Abbey was the barest hint of lavender scent wafting in the breeze.
"We did it,” Kynt said.
"She did it,” Alyx corrected.
"No, we did it,” she said and closed her eyes.
The trio fell asleep with bodies touching, hands clasped and hearts firmly engaged. Where one would go, the other two would be close behind. From that day forward, there would always be three hearts beating together in the wind.
The Elfinish flicked the tuft atop her head as she pranced silently down the corridor. She ignored the little mouse man who scampered out of her way.
"As though I'd put my mouth on him!” she scoffed. “Who knows where he's been?"
She padded on her nearly hairless little feet until she reached the soft silk cushion where she could sit and preen until it was time to return to the ship. Warm milk would be brought and scrumptious food befitting her rank. A litter pan sat discretely to one side. A scratching post had been placed across the way. Her every command, her every wish would be anticipated and met now that she had restored magic to the WindVerse.
It was so good to be a Worthy One.