Chapter 1 - Advantages of Being a Mage





        
 While the bustle of the inn swept all around, a lone elven woman takes a seat at the bar, taking care to keep at least one open space on either side of her. When the bartender approaches, her sweet voice asks for a simple glass of cold water. He takes her cloak to hang on the rack before he leaves, leaving her revealed in a pair of modest leather leggings and a thin chainmail vest, a white shirt beneath. The attire hugs her body well, outlining each perfectly formed curve, without being so tight as to limit movement. Many an eye rests upon her rounded buttocks as she squirms on the hard stool, trying to get comfortable against the rigid wood. [br]
        
 As the bartender returns with her water, a voice speaks out next to her, saying, “Well, what could such a beautiful woman be doing in such a place as this?” She gasps, turning sharply to the voice, sizing up the elf that appeared almost as if from thin air beside her. She gives no response, only sipping her water, as he continues, “Ah, my apologies…I did not intend to startle you. I am a mage of the city, it happens sometimes. You must be…?”[br]
        
 She glances at him out of the corner of her eye, replying simply, “Alastriel Zeruin.” He reaches out, taking her hand and kissing the back of it softly.[br]
        
 “Well, miss Zeruin—may I call you Alastriel?—it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He allows his lips to linger on her soft skin for a few moments longer than is strictly proper, releasing her hand just before she decides to take it back.[br]
        
 “Yes, you may. However, it is not—”[br]
        
 He cuts her off mid-sentence, interjecting, “Not miss Zeruin, of course; it is Mrs.” He taps a finger against the gold band on her left hand. “Yes, I saw it. It brings to mind a great many questions…” he says, placing a hand on her knee. His skin is warm to the touch, and something about it just feels so right that she can’t bring herself to order its removal.[br]
        
 She gulps and asks, “And what sort of questions might those be?”[br]
        
 Leaning in to mutter into her ear as his hand starts squeezing softly, he states, “Well, for one, why would a married woman come to this bar in particular unless she was looking for the touch of a man not her husband?” His hand slides up a bit, now caressing the upper portion of her left thigh.[br]
        
 “I—I—I wanted a drink and it was close, that’s all,” she stutters out, eyes glued to his, frozen in place by—by what? Fear? Confusion? Arousal?[br]
        
 His hand moves higher yet, slowly slipping to the inside of her thighs, mere centimeters from her leather-clad crotch. His voice whispers out, “And you yet drink water? You could have gotten that at home. No…you come here to feel the touch of a man, a real man, one not afraid to touch your skin, caress your sensitive areas, perhaps even fill you to bursting with unspeakable, forbidden pleasures…”[br]
        
 She tenses as he comes so close to her quickly dampening sex, trying to keep her voice even and not reveal her very obvious arousal at his taboo touch. “My h-husband will—”[br]
        
 “Your husband either can not or will not touch you and please you the way you so secretly want…Tell me,” he says, removing his hand from her thigh as suddenly as it was placed, jamming it into his pocket as he continues, “…when was the last time he touched you here?” [br]
        
 Suddenly, she feels his fingers against her damp panties, within her leggings, pressing tightly to her sensitive nub and rubbing in slow circles. He mutters out, “Being a mage has its advantages…” as his hand in his pocket makes slow, circular motions exactly matching those she feels. “How long? A week? A month?” he demands, fingers rubbing faster, forcing her to the edge of an orgasm but not allowing her to get off so easily.[br]
        
 “T-two m-months, and b-before that f-five while I carried h-h-his child…!” She gasps as quietly as she can, her face blushing brightly from his hidden torment of her. [br]
        
 “Oh, you are a strong one indeed, to go so long without the touch of a man…tell me, did he satisfy you both of those times?” His fingers move a bit faster, keeping her right on the edge without letting her tumble over.[br]
        
 She gulps, hands shaking, as she says quietly, “N-no, neither time…I’ve b-been without an orgasm in almost n-nine months.”[br]
        
 “Oh, what a shame…such a lucky man to have access to such a lovely woman’s entire body, and be unable to satisfy her…” He slips his other hand into his pocket, and she feels it upon her right breast, cupping and weighing the mound, pinching her stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger.[br]
        
 She mewls out quietly, turning to him and saying, “Please…”[br]
        
 “Please what? Please stop? Please let you cum? Please take you to a private room and fuck your brains out all night long? Be specific, dear.”[br]
        
 She nods quickly, her eyes flashing open and closed, sweat beading down from her forehead as she gyrates her hips against his fingers, trying desperately to get off. “The-thelastoooone!” She squeaks, clamping her mouth shut. [br]
        
 He smirks widely and nods. Muttering under his breath for a moment, the scene quickly changes around them as they are teleported to a bedroom. She collapses on the bed, writhing, as he approaches, hands still deep within his pockets. He orders, “Strip. Do it slowly and sexily, and then I’ll let you cum.”[br]
        
 Blushing beet red, she does as commanded, standing up and slowly unfastening her chestpiece, the mail sliding down her body quickly. She steps out of it, fingers now finding the hem of her shirt and pulling it upwards slowly, revealing inch by inch of her skin as she spins around and bends over, letting the mage view her body at his leisure. As she lifts the shirt above her breasts, she reveals her bra, crafted of the finest silk and dyed a scarlet red. She cups the breast he has left alone, squeezing it softly and letting out a moan before stripping the shirt the rest of the way.[br]
        
 The mage removes his robe, leaving him in simple cloth pants with chest bare, his own arousal making itself extremely obvious against his pants. He adjusts his hand in his pocket, and she feels the fingers against her panties move within, his long middle finger penetrating her depths while the thumb remains on her clit. [br]
        
 She gasps sharply at the sudden change, but continues untying her leggings and peeling them off. Stepping out of them, she spins and bends over again, spreading her legs and revealing her panties to be, in truth, a thong, normally matching her bra but now stained with her juices which run freely down her thighs. She stands straight again before the mage’s hungry eyes, hand pressing over his which lies outlined within her underwear. [br]
        
 Reaching back to unclasp her bra, he stops her, walking close and saying, “Wait. Let me do the rest.” He draws his hands from his pockets, leaving her to whine at their removal. He smirks as he unclips her bra, dropping it to the ground and revealing her perfectly formed breasts, each the size of a half-grapefruit, capped with a small hardened nipple.[br]
        
 “Beautiful…” he says, leaning in and capturing one in his mouth. Around it he adds, “You’ve been such a good girl…and you deserve a treat…” All pretense aside, he pulls her soaked underwear down, pressing his hand to her sex. He stuffs his middle and ring finger deep inside of her, his thumb grinding her clit in hard circles. Within seconds, she gasps, moans, groans, and cries out as her orgasm sweeps over her after over an hour of his teasing. [br]
        
 He keeps fingering her wet hole and letting her ride out the waves of pleasure until she says, “Stop, please…I need your cock inside me, now.” He smirks again, stripping his pants off as she finishes stepping out of her thong. He turns her around, bending her roughly over the bed, intent on taking her from behind. As he rubs the head of his shaft against her, she moans out, voice dripping with desire. The mage chuckles softly as he plunges his rod deep within her. She gasps at the sudden intrusion, groaning out, “By the Light, it’s been so long…”[br]
        
 He grunts as his hands reach forward, grabbing her tits and squeezing roughly as he plows in and out of her, fucking her hard for several minutes. Their pleasure is noted by the various grunts and groans filling the room before he suddenly tenses, rutting harder inside of her until his seed spills forth within her tight pussy. She cries out, feeling his cum filling her womb, as he says, “You like that, don’t you, slut? That you may now carry another man’s child in your fertile snatch?” She quivers at his word, another wave of pleasure crashing over her at the thought.[br]
        
 As their juices mingle, he draws his cock from her, flipping her to lie on her back. “You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?” He laughs loudly as her eyes widen in surprise. “I intend to use this tight little cunt of yours until it overflows with my cum, until you are beyond a doubt pregnant once more…and when I tire of it, you yet have a mouth and an ass I’ve not touched.”[br]
        
 She opens her mouth to protest, but he leans over and presses a hand over it. “Oh, but I haven’t gotten to the best part yet.” He snaps his fingers with a wicked grin. Before her eyes, first one and then another clone of her captor materialize, all wearing nothing but the identical grin. “Meet me, myself, and I. We’ll be filling your every hole this evening…at the same time.” She moans behind his hand, her thighs rubbing together almost against her will at the thought of being fucked by this mysterious mage, used as his little fucktoy over and over again.[br]
        
 He smirks, stating, “I like the sound of that.” He releases her mouth, lifting her off the bed for a moment as one of his clones crawls beneath her. Setting her back down, the clone strokes his cock, preparing it to violate her. The second clone takes the mage’s place between her legs, while the man himself crawls on the bed to dangle his still-hard rod before her full lips. [br]
        
 Without saying a word, she grasps his cock and eagerly sucks it deep within her mouth, tongue gyrating against the underside of his shaft. The clone between her legs wastes no time in pushing inside of her, lubricated by his master’s cm. The one beneath toys a bit longer, rubbing the head slowly against her virginal rear entrance. She moans around the cock in her mouth, one hand reaching down to play with her clit. [br]
        
 The clone beneath her begins pushing inside, his rod slick with her juices dripping freely from her being-fucked cunt. As his manhood splits her ass for the first time, she whines out quietly, but is silenced by a sharp thrust from the clone in her sex. Once he is fully within her, the mage and first image push deep within her, pressing against the walls of her inner passages, and all three cocks withdraw and begin fucking her in earnest at the same pace.[br]
        
 “Such a pity your husband was called to war…Arixo is indeed a lucky man to enjoy your body at his leisure.” He smirks, knowing she will wonder how he knew so much about her husband. She moans questioningly, unable to speak for the hard and constant thrusting to all of her holes she’s receiving. [br]
        
 After ten minutes of this orgy, the mage states, “The only downside to these clones…is that I feel what they feel…so I’m afraid my stamina is a bit shot…” He thrusts faster, all three cocks throbbing as an alert of his impending orgasms. She moans again, rubbing her clit faster yet, her muscles clamping down on the shafts as she climaxes, her back arching as she is filled with his cum in three places at the same time.[br]
        
 He draws his shaft from her throat, a thin string of his seed connecting the tip to her lips, as the clones and he swap places. He lays on his back, her hungry pussy straddling him as the clones take their places before her mouth and against her ass. This time the three do not thrust in synch, instead driving their rods into her at vastly different paces and with varying strengths. She bounces on the mages cock quickly, breasts jiggling in time as her tongue wriggles against the clone’s manhood, one hand massaging his balls. [br]
        
 The clone doesn’t last very long under her skillful ministrations, withdrawing at the last moment and letting his seed spray across her tits in several long, thick ropes. The clone quickly vanishes from sight, the other two now thrusting with renewed vigor.[br]
        
 The cock in her ass throbs hotly, having started with a slow, leisurely paced fuck but quickly building in rhythm to a fast-paced wild rutting. With her mouth now free, she moans loudly and constantly as the clone reaches from behind, grasping her cum-soaked breasts and rubbing the sticky seed into her skin. He lasts perhaps another dozen strokes, his heavy balls smacking against her ass with each thrust, as his orgasm sweeps over him. He slides out just before his cum sprays, as does the mage himself, allowing the clone to dump his sperm in her womb.[br]
        
 As soon as the clone finishes, the mage thrusts back inside of her cum-drenched pussy, hands grabbing her ass. He leans forward and stands, holding her up as he impales her over and over again, pushing her against the wall. Her legs wrap around his waist as he ruts in and out of her, orgasm just on the brink. He leans in, biting her neck, as he mutters out, “There’s something I’ve kept from you….”[br]
        
 He thrusts harder, and between them says, “The truth about who I am…” She cries out, lost in the throes of her passion. Even were her husband to walk in now, she would keep riding this mage for all he was worth, so good did his cock feel inside her. As he unloads his final load of cum inside her, the seed splashing against her cervix in thick ropes, he says, “My name is Xiar Zeruin, and I am your husband’s brother.”[br]
