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

“Now turn around and sit on it,” I said.

Leah performed a one-eighty and then lowered herself onto my cock, grasping it so she could guide it into her glistening hole.

“Uh, uh, uh,” I said reproachfully.

“What?” Leah asked, pausing.

“This isn’t going in there, Leah,” I said. “You wanted it rough, you’re going to get it rough. And I want some dirty, filthy Chaos Magic. If I can influence the spell, I get with the kind of sex we have, then this sex needs to be as crazy and out there as we can manage.”

“Try me,” Leah hissed delightedly.

“How are you going over there, Mallory?” I asked.

Mallory replied with a groan and bit her lip until a bead of blood shone like a ruby between her teeth.

I held Leah gently, but firmly, by the throat and with my other hand directed my cock up an inch until it was pressed against her asshole.

“Do you want it in your ass?” I asked.

“Yes,” Leah gasped. “Yes, please, Mr. Creation Mage, sir.”

“Good.”

Leah spread her ass cheeks wide and slid slowly down onto my cock.

The incredible tightness of Leah’s ass, coupled with the sight of my dick disappearing into her butt, almost made me blow my load right then and there. Somehow, though, I managed to hold off.

“Sweet merciful banshee balls, that feels fucking amazing!” Leah cried.

I pawed at Leah’s tits as she ground down on my cock, while she fingered herself. It was sex as I had rarely experienced; primal lust between two people who instinctively knew exactly how to get the other off.

Leah writhed on top of me, grinding and gyrating as my dick pounded into her butt. She was growling and screeching like a wild thing, uttering words that might have been nonsense or might have been trollish for all I knew. We twisted and turned this way and that, rucking up the blankets and sending embroidered cushions scattering about the place.

Abruptly, I felt the pink-haired Chaosbane stiffen. A thin wail broke from her lips, and she started to shudder uncontrollably. Phantom flame, flickering fire comprised of silver and white and black tongues, whooshed across her body, as if she had been soaked in gasoline and a match dropped on her. It was the ghostly show of the Chaos Magic that infused every fiber of Leah’s body, set off, maybe, by the Creation Magic within me.

With a sudden gush, Leah came, spraying her girl cum out so that it showered across the floor and soaked into a prettily patterned rug that looked like it had taken someone weeks to weave by hand.

That was the final straw for me. As Leah collapsed against me, my dick slid out of her ass. Holding my cock in one hand and her hair in the other, I surrendered to my orgasm. My prick was stuffed between her thighs so when I ejaculated, thick ropes of cum went up Leah’s stomach and onto her tits.

Utterly spent, the two of us collapsed onto the bed.

Or, at least, Leah collapsed onto the bed. I thought I was in Gertrude’s narrow cot, but I had become disoriented while Leah had been oh so vigorously riding the baloney pony. I fell half off the bed and landed on the rug-covered floor.

“I can’t help but notice that it’s a little soggy down here,” I panted, sucking deep breaths in through my nose.

Leah snickered to herself between breaths. “My bad,” she managed to say. “I should have warned you that the way to my heart is through the back door. Slipped my mind!”

I couldn’t help but laugh wheezily along with her.

“Very graceful,” Mallory said, laughing along with us. Her cheeks were flushed. For someone who had not joined in directly she looked like she had had a good enough time. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go and check on Gertrude.”

She slipped from the room like a ghost.

“So?” Leah said, rolling off her back and onto her side to look down at me.

“So, what?” I asked.

“So, did we make some fucking magic or what?” she asked, her hair tousled.

“You don’t think that what we just did could be construed as making magic?” I asked teasingly.

“Hells bells, you know that lovestick of yours is my kind of candy cane,” Leah said languidly, “and I think what we just did blew every spell that I know right out of the water. But you know what I’m getting at. Check your literature, why don’t you.”

Lying upside-down, hanging half off Gertrude’s skinny cot, which was in utter disarray now, I reached for my spellbook. It had fallen out of my cloak when I had willed my clothes from my body and now lay just within my reach on the floor.

My heart was pounding as I got my fingertips to the book, although I could not tell whether that was because Leah had just taken me on a sexual rollercoaster ride, or because I was nervous to see whether or not Gertrude’s magic had worked.

I opened the book and flicked through the pages, my eyes scanning for any sign of a new Chaos Spell.

“C’mon… C’mon… c’mon…” I muttered. “Where—Ah, there she blows!”

Chaos Spell: Rain of Toads - Summon a torrential downpour of toads in plague-like proportions.

The arcane ink was still wet on the page. I wasn’t entirely sure how helpful a rain of toads might be in the middle of a battle, but I figured that’s what you got when you fucked a Chaos Mage: you rolled the dice and the results spoke for themselves.

“Are we good to go again?” Leah asked. “Good to go for round two?”

I looked up at the gorgeous woman. She was lying on her side on the thin cot. Stark naked and sweating, jizz still smeared across her belly and tits. Her long legs