Chapter 1 - Extortion and Altruism

The front door of the shack swung open. Ciaran Xanderson stood in the door frame, his brown hair plastered to his face, his pinkish skin shimmering with droplets and his tunic and trousers peppered with spots of rain.

"Heya, wizard boy~" A still-naked Nerin smiled.

"Uh... Hi, Nerin. What brings you to this freezing cold corner of the world?" Ciaran asked.

"Well, you've been neglecting my invitations to the Syndicate's meetings." Wakeeda answered, putting on a voice similar to an upset child "Poor Nerin had to come to me for some company. And now you're here too..."

Ciaran's eyes told her he understood. He didn't much like that he'd been roped into this, though. He felt as if Wakeeda was taking advantage of his altruism; he always found it hard to say "no", especially to the witch doctor. 

Something about his expression must have given him away, because Nerin spoke up. "Ciaran..." 

The wizard held up a hand, turning away. 

But the soothsayer continued "If you don't want to, I'll understand. You've just come back from Gods know where on some quest for Wakeeda. You're probably exhausted and in need of some rest. If you want me to leave-"

"Nerin, I'd hate for you to leave here without getting some of the wizard dick you've been having me telling you about for the past few months." Wakeeda cooed.

Nerin looked at Wakeeda so fiercely that the witch doctor stepped back a fraction. "This is about Ciaran, not me. You're guilt tripping him into this, and I'm not okay with that. If the only way I can get said wizard dick is from you extorting it, I don't want it."

Ciaran looked back at Nerin, his heart lifting slightly at her sympathy. It wasn't as if she wasn't attractive, he thought. She was beautiful, even. It was Wakeeda's guilt tripping that made him so uneasy. She constantly lent him to her friends in the Syndicate like he was a gift in a game of Pass the Parcel.

Wakeeda protested "But Nerin-"

"No, Wakeeda. You're my friend, but this... this whoring Ciaran out isn't something friends let friends do. If Ciaran doesn't want to, he doesn't want to. End of."
Ciaran spoke, his throat dry. "I want to, but..."

"What?" Both women asked.

The wizard paused a moment "Without you, Wakeeda. I need proof that you're not constantly passing me around the Syndicate for your own pleasure. Right now, I'm feeling like one of your sex toys, or a potion. Nothing but a tool to help you get off. I need to know that's not the case."

Wakeeda blinked, stunned.

"That's what it'll take for me to indulge Nerin." Ciaran stated firmly. "That you don't even watch it happening."

Nerin looked at Wakeeda with what could only be described as the most convincing puppy eyes ever seen in Asmana. After a moment, the witch doctor sighed "Okay. I won't watch or get involved. I promise."

Nerin took Ciaran's hand and led him into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. At once, the wizard felt Nerin's lips kissing his, her moan into his mouth as their bodies pressed together. Her hands snaked under his tunic and lifted it up.

"Heh... I'm half tempted to tie your hands together, but I'm just happy to finally be getting you~" She said, hooking her thumbs into his waistband and pushing his trousers down.

"Finally?" Ciaran asked, slipping out of his shoes.

"I've been seeing you in my crystal ball for a while now..." She answered, looking up at him "I can't always predict the future, but I hoped and hoped..."

"I'll try to make sure that hope pays off then." Ciaran smiled.

Nerin's sentence hadn't even begun when she slipped his pants down and his cock hung before her. "Gods... it's even better than I envisioned..." she sighed, her hands already taking hold of it, stroking it, her lips pressing to the tip.

Ciaran's first moaned barely escaped his lips before his knees buckled. He caught himself and grinned sheepishly "Sorry... there's a reason I usually sit or lie down when getting a blowjob..." He moved over to the bed and sat down.

Nerin acted as if the buckle never happened, kissing his cock and leaving lipstick marks all over it. Her left hand cradled his sack while her right formed a ring around the base of his shaft, keeping it steady while her lips pressed against every inch they could reach.

Ciaran spoke through his flustered panting "If you wanna... swing your leg over me... I'd happily-"

But Nerin suddenly took his entire cock into her mouth and the rest of his sentence was gone. Her eyes looked into his and she moaned as she pulled herself back, leaving a clear lipstick mark around the base of his cock. She stopped near the tip though, starting to bob her head with a dreamy look in her eyes.

The soothsayer didn't throat his cock again, but pushed her lips halfway down his cock, back and forth in a rhythm while sucking deeply. Nerin's tongue teased his slit relentlessly and her left hand took hold of his, gripping it tightly. Her right hand had since disappeared downwards, rubbing her clit.

Nerin pulled herself back, sucking all the way off of his cock. "Ah... I can't wait any longer..." she crawled onto the bed, her tits brushing as much of his skin as they could reach, their left hands still holding each other. Her right hand reached down and grabbed his cock, placing it at her soaking entrance.

Ciaran's right hand rested on Nerin's thigh, and the soothsayer descended. Her pussy lips parted easily, allowing entrance to the cock she'd been dreaming of. Her moan as his meat pushed into her pussy was one of clear bliss, but she let herself bend over. Her lips fell onto his and her tongue pushed into his mouth as Nerin's pussy hit the bottom of Ciaran's cock.

Nerin let go of Ciaran's hand but cupped his face as they kissed, her pussy tightly gripping his cock. She lifted her hips up to the head before pushing them down, a moan escaping both of them. The soothsayer quickly built a slow but hard rhythm of riding Ciaran's cock. The wizard reached around and groped her ass.

The soothsayer sped up, her hips slapping loudly against Ciaran's. Her moans into the kiss weren't exactly louder, but they were far more sensual. Her grip on Ciaran's face tightened slightly, her nails digging in. His grunt of pain alerted her and she slackened her grip slightly, one of her hands instead resting on his hairy chest.

Ciaran started to thrust back into the soothsayer. The kiss broke and Nerin's thumb worked into Ciaran's mouth, holding it open as they both moaned. Ciaran looked into her beautiful eyes and saw something fierce in them. Something truly lustful. He felt a sudden realization that she'd been waiting for this for a lot longer than he'd thought.

"I'm getting close!" Nerin moaned.

Ciaran thrust back into Nerin harder in answer. Her own motions became faster and Ciaran struggled to keep up with them, creating a desynchronized rhythm that ensured the wizard's cock pushed entirely into Nerin's tight pussy. The rhythm became faster and faster until-

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhnnnn!" Nerin cried aloud her pleasure. Ciaran felt her pussy clenching tightly as she covered his cock with her juices. Panting, Nerin swung her leg off of him and lay on her back. Then, as if struck by a sudden idea, the soothsayer lifted her feet behind her head. Sitting up, Ciaran was given a wonderful view of her figure. She smiled at his admiration of her figure "Come and taste my supple body, handsome..."

Ciaran bent over-his lips kissed each of Nerin's nipples. His right hand ran down her stomach to her pussy, his fingers spreading her lips apart. His tongue ran along her piercings and he suckled each of her nipples. 

His fingers now pushed into her pussy and spread it out. Nerin's body shook with pleasure. Hip lips kissed her stomach, moving downwards to her pussy. As he kissed her clit, she spoke "Ahn... my ass... I want you to rim me~"

Ciaran obliged, but first getting off the bed. He took a moment to stretch his back, taking in the view of Nerin as she repositioned herself to face him. She looked far more than just sexy. He couldn't think of the correct word though, so he decided to show her what he was thinking.

He clambered back onto the bed and moved his face to Nerin's ass. He could smell the pussy juices leaking onto the bed-it smelled strangely like berries. Placing his hand on each of her asscheeks and spreading them apart, Ciaran took a deep breath and moved his head forward, puckering.

His lips pressed to Nerin's hole and Ciaran felt it relax. His tongue pushed from between his lips and washed over it. Her tasted the pussy juice leaking from her slit. His tongue moved downwards, and he sank into a rhythm of licking her butthole, interspersed with kisses.

Nerin's asshole puckered with pleasure as Ciaran's tongue and lips caressed it. As if kissing him back. Ciaran's tongue began to move in circles, tracing the creases of Nerin's hole. Tasting the mix of pussy juice and sweat. It was tangy and pungent, and Ciaran found himself enjoying it. Nerin's ass opened a little and he pushed his tongue inside, to a moan from her.

The soothsayer pushed Ciaran's head away from her ass "Ahn... Ciaran... I want you to... fuck my asshole..."

The wizard stopped his rimming rather reluctantly, but he pressed his cock to her pucker eagerly. He wanted this as much as her now. The two locked eyes, and Nerin nodded, her breath heavy with need.

Ciaran pushed into Nerin's asshole. The tightness made him moan aloud for a moment before he instinctively stifled himself by biting his lip. Nerin glared at him in answer and he nodded, letting the moan come out as his sack met her ass.

Spurred on by the soothsayer's eyes and knowing that she didn't want it gentle, Ciaran started to pound her, pushing her legs back at the knees. She reached forwards and gripped his arms, moaning as he fucked her. But her sounds were more than pleasure; she sounded concretely happy. Ciaran's heart leapt as the realization struck him.

Her lips trembled with the effort of moving "H-ahn!-harder..."

The wizard readily sped up, fucking Nerin's ass faster. His waist slapped her buttcheeks loudly, her hole tightening with pleasure and clenching down on him. His hands moved up and gripped her ankles, bending over her further, drilling into her ass harder, each slap echoing around the room.

He looked into Nerin's sparkling eyes, at her plump lips. The red lipstick was slightly smeared, and her panting was so sensual. He couldn't resist-he let go of her ankles, placing a hand on each side of her and kissed her. Her arms wrapped around him and embraced him tightly in answer.

Ciaran's cock throbbed as he fucked the soothsayer. His pleasure was building rapidly. He didn't think he'd be able to last for much longer. He broke the kiss and whispered "I'm getting close!"

"In my mouth..." Nerin told him. He took his cock out of her ass and moved to her mouth "Just the tip..." she added, wrapping her hand around his cock before he could. She jerked his cock rapidly, eager for his cum. Her lips kissed his tip and her tongue massaged his slit as fast as she stroked him.

Ciaran groaned aloud as he came, his cock unleashing one, two, three loads of cum into her eager mouth. She pulled back from his cock and gulped before sticking her tongue out, showing none left. 

Ciaran lay on his back, and felt the soothsayer's arm wrap around him, her body suddenly laying on his.

Nerin sighed, her face splitting into a wide grin "So good... I can't wait to do this again..."

"Again?" Ciaran asked, panting.

"Let's just say this won't be our last meeting. I'm hoping the others have a similar outcome to this..."