Creation Mage 6 by Dante King (red scrolls of magic .TXT) 📗

Enwyn instantly dropped down to her hands and knees, so that her perfect ass was pointing in my direction, just visible over the top of the water. She crept slowly and seductively toward Leah. The pink-haired minx reached out and pulled the raven-headed Fire Mage toward her, and they kissed hungrily.

“Don’t want to break these now, do we?” Leah said, pulling away from Enwyn and gently taking her spectacles from her pretty porcelain face. “It won’t be me who fucks you blind.”

She tossed the glasses carelessly over her shoulder. Instead of falling out of sight, the spectacles spread their arms and flapped over to one of the bedside tables and alighted there like a bird coming in to roost.

“How…“ I started to say, but the rest of my question stopped in mid-sentence.

There are some sights, such as the spectacle of two women softly running a sponge over each other’s jugs while making out, that will snatch the words clean out of your mouth and toss them away.

For a couple of minutes, I simply stood dumbfounded in the hot pool, with the gently flowing mineral water lapping around my thighs, and watched the erotic show play out in front of me. My cock twitched, as the two mages kissed sloppily, tongues licking and lapping at mouths. It was fair to say that all but one of my muscles had started to relax thanks to the fantastically hot water.

Eventually, I managed to pry my eyeballs away from the sight. Watching was fine in its own way, but I wanted to tag in and get involved. A man could only stand on the periphery and let two stunningly hot women go through the foreplay handbook for so long.

I slipped further into the white water, though my eyes continued to move slowly over the glorious sight of the two naked females in front of me.

“I think we should definitely make it a required post-party and post-mission relaxation technique back at the frat house,” I said as Leah disentangled herself from Enwyn for just long enough to shut off the faucet.

“Well, we could broach it to Barry, couldn’t we?” Enwyn said innocently. “I’m sure he could have a hole dug out in your yard in a matter of seconds. I’m sure your other fraternity brothers are not going to baulk at a little landscaping if it means that they can bring girls home and entertain them in a hot tub. I don’t think such a facility ever hurt a young man’s chances when it came to bedding the opposite sex?”

Leah tittered with amusement as she dipped her sponge back into the water and rubbed it over Enwyn’s chest. Enwyn’s big, dark nipples stood up like a couple of guardsmen coming to attention under Leah’s surprisingly gentle ministrations.

“Damn me, but it’d have to quite the hole if that Earth Mage of yours wanted to ever make use of it,” the pink-haired Chaos Mage said as she sponged Enwyn’s shoulders and neck. She ran her hands over the Fire Mage’s slick skin, causing goose flesh to rise for an instant.

Enwyn sat now, like a queen, leaning against one end of the spacious sunken hot tub, while Leah administered to her. Enwyn’s legs were spread wide, and Leah was nestled up against the slightly fuller figured woman as she cleaned her down. Enwyn groaned gently and slipped a hand beneath the surface of the milky water. She began to rub at Leah’s crotch while the Chaos Mage continued to smooth the sponge over her tits, gently chafing Enwyn’s nipples with the slightly abrasive sponge and, every now and again, leaning forward to bite the skin around the other woman’s nipples.

As I watched, entranced, I reached out and ran my own hand over Leah’s wet back. It was only then, in the dim firelight coming from the hearth, that I realized the Chaos Mage’s back was covered in a series of small—and not so small—scars.

There was a smattering of little puckered marks running up one flank and across her shoulders. A couple of longer slashes of white scar tissue decorated her lower ribs, and a star-shaped scar lay an inch to the right of her spine, almost dead in the middle of her back.

“I feel your eyes on me, Creation Mage,” Leah said, the sound of laughter in her voice. “Care to hazard a guess at how I got them?”

“You’re a Chaosbane, so… falling down the steps of the library while on your way to some temple or other to offer up heartfelt prayers to some deity or other?”

Leah threw back her head and laughed. Then she turned and looked at me, her face suddenly dead serious, and said, “Good guess? How did you know?”

I snorted and slapped her ass.

“You can tell me after we’re done here,” I said, running my hand across her wet buttcheeks and squeezing each of them in turn.

“Good idea. You better join us then, Justin Mauler,” Leah growled, giving Enwyn’s nipples a firm tweak so that the other woman gasped and bucked up against her. “You still look a little soiled.”

My cock throbbed with a building lust and intensity that almost had me tearing the women apart so that I could plunge myself into one of them. Here I was, with a curvy MILF on one side and a gymnast-cum-cosplay woman on the other.

What a way to bring in my very first Yuletide.

“You just sit back and let Leah and I clean each other up a little more first though,” Enwyn purred, a wicked grin lighting up her usually composed and reserved features. I liked her with her glasses off. There was something particularly sexy about it. As if she had divested herself of the very last bit of her usual propriety.

“You want me to wait?” I