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

Showing her flexibility, the female Chaosbane stood up out of the water again and bent at the waist. This meant that she could continue practicing the tongue tornado on Enwyn while giving me a view that wouldn’t leave me until the day I died.

I reached out, slid my hand up one long, wet leg, and gave her backside a playful swat. Leah gasped but carried on working on Enwyn with her tongue and lips.

It did not take long, a few minutes at most, before I couldn’t take it anymore. Happily, this feeling coincided with Enwyn breathlessly saying, “Get in here, Justin, please! This is… this is wonderful, but it could be so much better. So much steamier. Take Leah. Take her. Take her now.”

“Yeah, Justin,” Leah somehow managed to say through a mouthful of pussy, “how come you’re not involving me, huh?”

I surged up out of the water and, in one smooth motion, grabbed Leah by her hips and thrust into her gaping, tight sex from behind.

Leah cried out with pleasure, reaching backward to spread her asscheeks for me.

With that insertion, a surging tingle of magic flowed through me, from the tip of my cock all the way through my body to the ends of my hair and toes. It was a feeling that I couldn’t really quantify, a roiling confusion of energy that ripped through me, but I had never felt the likes of it before.

It was Chaos. Pure Chaos. It was the feeling of being capable of anything and everything, of being able to hold the very best and the very worst of yourself in the palm of your hand. It was the feeling of being your own boss, of being answerable to yourself and yourself alone.

Leah cried out in ecstasy as I pumped away at her doggy-style, my balls slapping into her clit with a wet smacking sound. With every stroke, her face was forced into Enwyn’s crotch. Soon, all three of us were grunting and gasping like we were running an epic marathon.

The weird energy I had felt on first entering Leah morphed into the more identifiable feeling of a need that required fulfillment. It was building and building and building.

Leah reached back with one hand and slipped a pink-nailed finger into her own asshole. I have to say, it was probably the most impressive feat of multi-tasking that I had ever witnessed.

“Harder, harder, harder!” she ordered me, her words jerking out of her as I rammed my rod into her.

I took the not-so-subtle hint and started fucking her with a renewed vigor. Trying to touch some place inside of her that would send her over the edge.

“Wait, wait, I’m close, I’m close!” Enwyn suddenly cried out after a while. Her fingers were tangled in Leah’s pink hair, pulling it out of the schoolgirl pigtails. “Justin come here and finish me off!”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I pulled out of Leah, the Chaos Mage moving obediently aside and smacking my ass as I sloshed past her, while Enwyn lay back on the tiled floor. She was still on the edge of the sunken hot tub, but her back was now lying on the rugs and furs that littered the floor. The firelight danced off the drops of water on her naked body, turning the water droplets to shining silver beads. She opened her legs wide and pointed them at the tent ceiling.

I grabbed Enwyn by the ankles, forced her legs as wide as they would go, and speared her with my cock. It took only a few minutes of furious fucking before she started moaning and whining. Then, as I thrust into her, she abruptly convulsed and screamed in pure unadulterated satisfaction.

I pulled out, and a gush of liquid flowed out of my cock as Enwyn came like a storm cloud bursting, her girl cum flooding over my pelvis. Her face screwed up as she inhabited that middle world between intense pleasure and delectable pain.

At the touch of hands on my shoulders, I turned to see Leah right behind me.

“Fuck me,” she said simply. “Spin my fucking head.”

I gave my head a little shake.

“Not here,” I said in a hoarse voice, thick with longing. “On the bed. After we climax, I want us to be comfortable in our own space, laid back and chilled out.”

Leah didn’t waste words. Instead, she hopped out of the bath, wiped water from her body with her hands, and jumped with a girlish cry of delight onto the huge bed.

Hurriedly, I scooped up the still prostrate form of the orgasming Enwyn and deposited her on the rugs in front of the fire.

I turned toward the bed.

In the dancing shadows and orange glow of the fire, Leah looked like some sinuous she-devil kneeling on the bed. She swayed in anticipation, running her nails over her body. She bit her lip and made a high little whining sound in her throat.

“You look like you’re waiting for someone,” I quipped.

Leah launched herself at me.

She might have been built like a rapier, but she hit like a goddamn sledgehammer; all tight, hard muscle, taut abs, and sinewy arms that shocked me with their strength. Her nails raked across every exposed bit of flesh that she could get her hands on as she sprung at me like a cougar on heat and wrapped her legs around me.

With a grunt, I caught her slippery naked body. Her nails grazed my shoulders in the throes of her passion. As Enwyn watched contentedly from the collection of hearth rugs, I managed to wrangle Leah into a position that allowed us to come together, and my cock slipped inside her.

With my hands full of ass, I pressed Leah up against the smooth, giving