Chapter 7 - All that Glitters.

(Forgive me if I bring this to a close soon. I'm looking to end this at Nine. Hopefully it'll give enough text ammo for any future commissions from Elementraxxx)


"It's taken me a long time and a lot of trail and error." The mage was ranting again. "Most arcane masters of my years are preoccupied with taking over the world, or stopping someone from doing that. It's a waste of time and energy. But it keeps the
cliched sorts in check." He digress.

Galatea starts to tune him out, but at twist of his finger her ears ring and his voice is a din in her ears.

"I've become quite adept at keeping your kind under my thumb. I'm no Solomon, but you aren't exactly One-hundred and some demons, now are you?" He asked rhetorically. 

Galatea shrugged; as much as the chains allowed.

"Now, I'm going to give you a chance, Galatea..." He pointed between her and Petros. "To do this, gently." He pointed his staff ot the ceiling. "Because if I have to drag one of my girls from upstairs... Well." He shrugs. "I don't tolerate them tasting other men." His staff radiated with a dark energy. "Can't let them get off on anything but me." His fancy mannerisms fractured under his sickly festered lust.

"What about me, then?" Galatea queried. The mage laughs.

"Well what's the point of having a Liltih to an Adam if they aren't going to breed?" He shakes his head. "Honestly, keep up. Your little friend is dead. Noone can save you here." 

Galatea felt the spark of defiance in her core. She buried it and hid it under all the fears of Raenbu's death. Centuries of bluffing foes and monsters that could read body language and mages that thought they could master her. The mage seemed to buy it as she sold it.

"False hope doesn't suit you, dear." He ran the staff tip under the swell of her breast. "Give in to despair and sooth your pain with Petros's embrace. After all," his eyes glimmered dark, "You have the rest of your lives."
 
Galatea bit her lip and locked gaze with Petros, he gave her a what-the-hell kind of look, in a flash she gave him a got-a-better-idea shrug, he countered with a defeated fine-but-I'm-protesting-this glimmer. All in a flash, faster than the old mage could perceive. 
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Raenbu was panting as the pear hipped girl and the the peach tone woman ground the lips of their dripping sex together; his cock between the silk and sugar folds. The smooth texture of the pear girl as she ground left and right, her clit teasing under the head of his cock. While the peach girl rolled her hips forward and back, her soft fuzz tickled around the ridges of his cock as they brought Bu up to full mast again.

The women wrapped their arms around, and into, one another: groping one another from within and without. Bu twitched hard but didn't come, and the women soul kissed so deeply Raen had trouble distinguishing one from the other. The storm of peach and pear around his cock was as tender as a breeze and as fierce as a typhoon. Raen was starting to worry he'd be spoilt for Galatea: Surprisingly that dragon in him roared for him to finish, and reclaim his horde. He came and the googirl storm flashed from within like lightning as his energy suffused and filled and fluxed. They came together and came apart, Peach and Pear, falling on their asses giggling with pleasure.

Raen exhaled hard, then started to laugh as he saw his dick pointed toward the skylight. "Why does this make me so freaking hard?" He whispered with a laugh. Hands that smelt of honey and held him fast roll over his shoulders and pulled him between two golden yellow breasts. 

"Cause we're such hard-core freaks?" The honey nymph whispered. "We're sorry there's not much time for romance."

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The green cloaked man, Zeke, moved with purpose. Rigo had just left on the 'Master's' special chimera horses. Zeke hadn't asked, but if Rigo was using those horses he was going far and needed to get their and back quickly.

Which meant that Zeke didn't have much time, but he didn't quite need to be subtle about it. Flinter was already in town getting drunk again. So it was just Zeke, the Master, his prisoners, and the girls. The best chance Zeke was going to get.

He started to climb the stairs to the Harem tower, eyes open and goggles on his face. He could see the cracks in 'what is'. That's how the merchant described them. You can't see invisible magick, that's the point of it being invisible. But you can see where reality isn't the way it's supposed to be. Sorta like seeing the ink press but not what it prints.

The view was scratchy and horrid but Zeke didn't care. He had a mission.

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Galatea stood before Petros, her chains had been given slack, but the Master was behind a spell circle that would protect him from any sudden attack.  Petros was shuddering before her: The nails in the wall replaced by less debilitating shackles. The master had promised Galatea herself would replace the nails after she was through.

"Begin." The master commanded, and Galatea kissed Petros boldly on the mouth. Her tongue pressed between his lips and touched his. He put up a token resistance, then feigned breaking and surged against his restraints. HIs cock rose to full length and Galatea was, admittedly, impressed. She wrapped a hand around the shaft and her fingers only just barely touched her thumb, and in that grip less than half of his cock was held. 

She started to stroke and squeeze his dick. Still kissing him, her other hand pressed him against the wall, and squeeze a night black nipple between her fingers. He growled and her pace increased. She breaks the kiss to breath over his neck, and she kisses him. Even as her nipples harden and graze against his skin, she presses into him. Her flesh presses and spread against his abs, he groans load and she smiles. 

Despite the everpresent master, Galatea still grows wet between her legs. When she starts to kneel and is eyes to eye with Petros's shaft she's, to her own embarassment, panting heavy and salivating.

The glass smooth cock radiates a subtle heat from within and she kisses it into her mouth with a hungry need. She runs her tongue under the head of his shaft and starts to swallow it deep. He groans and grips the wall as the hand that held him back lowers to his hips. The other hand, still working his shaft moves up to his hips and she deeps throats him, pulling his hips forward.

His cock swells but he doesn't cum. Galatea pulls her head back and the sound produced is lewd and metallic. She stands and presses close to Petros, her breasts against his chest, and his cock rising between her legs, sticking out from behind her ass.

Wordless, she rises up on her tip toes and rocks back, the head of his dick rises just enough and presses against the lips of her sex. Their eyes lock and she rocks forward and lets herself lower onto his cock, both gasp at the feeling.

Petros presses upwards, into her, and starts to move his hips. Galatea is more than eager to let him, she wraps her arms around his neck and burries her head in the hollow of his shoulder. She bites her lip as her grinds up into her, her sex stretches and grips and slips around the heavy cock plunging into her. But she exhales down Petros back as their bodies light up from the growing pleasure. 

Petros's coming orgasm sets his under sigils alight and within Galatea all sorts of new sigils start to form in response to Petros's seed. When he comes, she roars and comes as well. The mages's shield spell lights up from the heat released and he reels despite his protection.

"Excellent." His whispers low.