The Quest for Snaga. (Closed.)

(Closed for HotKittygirl.)


Legend speaks of a tomb buried far beneath the frozen peaks of the northern mountains, accessible only through a hidden passage that leads down from the surface, riddled with traps and monsters of the kind that would deter all but the most brave of adventurers. Even then, the door which bars entry to the innermost chamber is equipped with a magical lock, one that would fry the flesh from anyone foolish enough to attempt to unlock it by any means other than with it's proper key. Such care is taken to preserve the resting place of a powerful weapon of magical origin; Snaga, a giant double-headed battle axe. A mighty weapon, the sort that every warrior lusts after and every adversary fears.

The first trial in the quest to acquire Snaga is to obtain any existing knowledge of the hidden entrances whereabouts and the tunnels elaborate trap system. Rumor would have it that one man possesses both items in the form of an ancient manuscript, a tome that details the creation of the tomb and it's tunnel system from first-hand account. No ordinary man would have the means to obtain such a document, and by all accounts it's current owner certainly fits that description; Tassidar, a renowned Archmage and hoarder of ancient knowledge. He is rumored to be quite eccentric, spending all of his time cooped up in his tower divining the secrets of the past through means both mundane and magical. Prospective seekers of Snaga have often come to his tower in search of such a document, only to be turned away when they are unable to offer him suitable motivation to part with the ancient manuscript. After all, what does one offer of value to a powerful wizard with the means to acquire everything he could ever desire?

Tassidar drummed his fingers idly against the open spell book that sat before him, sighing as he studied the arcane words contained within it's pages. His mentors and former masters had never bothered to mention how dreadfully boring being an archmage would be. He almost missed the excitement of his adventuring days; frying a goblin with a batch of magic-missiles, incinerating a group of orcs with a well placed fireball. The path to power and glory had been anything but boring, but now that he was atop that figurative mountain, he found the possession of them to be downright dull. What he wouldn't give for a busty wench to bounce on his knee, or a doe-eyed farm girl to pinch and tickle. He was especially eager to try out his latest magical enhancement, one that was sure to impress even the most fierce Amazonian warrior-ess.

He cleared his mind of such distractions and attempted to re-commit himself to translating the text before him just as the resounding thud of someone knocking at the tower door filled his ears. He frowned, lifting his head from the dusty pages. He certainly wasn't expecting company and was in fact rather annoyed at the thought of another apprentice coming around to seek mentorship. Surely that's who it must be, to show up unannounced in such a manner. The thumping continued, as if the person were pounding against the door with their fist, demanding entrance rather than simply seeking it. He rose from his chair, a dark look on his face as he moved to the door and snatched it open before the person on the other side could continue their incessant pounding. "Who in the nine-hells dares to disturb the mighty Tassidar?". His voice bellowed in anger as he swung the door open.

What he saw standing on his doorstep caused his eyes to widen and his further declaration of anger to catch in his throat...

Standing before the door was a sight that no doubt surprised the wizard. Perhaps he thought a skinny little boy had made the trek to seek apprenticeship under him, or a brave warrior clad in full plate and a great helm covering his grizzled, bearded face had come at last for the secret to obtaining Snaga. Yet Mae Van Duran was neither of these things. She was young, that much was true, though that frame was lean and toned from countless hours of battle. She hadn’t the coin for a suit of gleaming mail, nor did she have the desire to be so confined. All she could afford was a ragged shirt of chain that hung loosely about her tempting frame, which was covered in skin tight leather reinforced in vital areas. Her fiery hair was cropped short and dirty, wind swept yet bright nonetheless. As per those piercing jade orbs that stared directly at the wizard as if he were nothing but a serving wench spilling her beer. She had an angular, beautiful visage despite the blood and dirt that smeared it. A heavy, two-handed sword lay sheathed across her blade, seemingly too large and ungainly for one such as her to wield.

Yet here she was, standing before his door catching her breath, her hand still raised as if to slam against the door once more. With a sigh she lowered her hand and took another breath.

“You’re Tassidar?” She said in disbelief, blinking those jade orbs twice before a resounding snort escaped her. “I was expecting something....more...” She commented almost off-handedly, offering a slight shake of her head. Gloved hands came to rest upon her shapely hips, sleek muscles tightening under those skin tight leathers as she moved, offering a tempting display of the body underneath.

“I hear you know how to get to Snaga,” She said bluntly, even as the wizard continued to stare and seemed at a loss for words. “I mean to find it.”

To say that the old wizard was surprised would be a bit of an understatement. Of all the things he would have expected to find beating at his door in the dead of night, this rugged warrior-woman was among the last. He had been quite the adventurer in his day and had seen his fair share of females who had taken up the sword, but never one quite so...exotic. Her frame was sleekly muscular and powerful and yet retained it's feminine charm, her crimson-framed visage beautiful in spite of the occasional smear of dirt or dried blood that otherwise marred it. Her form evoked a distant memory of the large predatory cats of the jungles to the south he had explored as a youth; beautiful in it's grace, yet deadly to the unwary admirer.

Tassidar loudly harrumphed, taken aback by the woman's candor regarding his less than impressive physical appearance. As the passing of time had slowly taken it's toll on the old mage he had come to rely on his fierce reputation to strike fear in the hearts of others, but it clearly had fallen quite short of impressing the young warrioress. His appearance was far from imposing, despite what rumors had otherwise suggested; his rather scrawny frame was covered with a dark purple robe not uncommon to practitioners of the magical arts, his shoulder length hair and full beard the color of granite.

The wizard brushed a hand across the front of his robes, straightening his back as he regained his composure. "Well, your tenacity has certainly served you well, but I am afraid it was almost certainly all for naught. You are quite correct, I do indeed possess a document that prospective seekers of Snaga would find most helpful...some might go so far as to say the search is hopeless without it...but I'm afraid that I just cannot go imparting such knowledge upon every adventurer who would hope to one day be it's wielder...". He slid an appraising glance down her form as he paused for a moment, his dark eyes glinting mischeviously as they returned to her gaze. "...but perhaps you will be sucessful where others have failed, if you have something to offer in turn for my knowledge that might appeal to a man such as me." The wizard stepped aside to free the doorway, a sly smile half-hidden by his mustache adorning his face as he motioned towards the interior of his tower as if she should enter. "If you think yourself prepared to offer a suitable prize, perhaps we should retire to the interior of my tower to discuss the details, hrmmm?"

Just the way he said it made her skin crawl. That beautiful face wrinkled up in disgusted, a snort flared her nostrils yet she pushed her way in nonetheless. One hand swept back through her fiery mane, brushing it out from her eyes as best she could.

“If you think that suitable prize is stuffing your graybeard between my legs for a taste,” She spoke all too easily as she emerged within the tower; never one for diplomacy was she? At the moment it seemed the wizard had everything to gain and Mae had everything to lose, or was it? There was no denying the hungry look of a man, Mae knew as much when she saw it. She hadn’t the gold nor the knowledge to properly bribe a arch wizard of all people, she was little better than a common sell sword. She was young and rash, full of ideas and dreams that she meant to see to the end. Snaga was one of those dreams, a tool that would lead her to greatness. She would just have to deal with this obstacle, this tool, as she did all the other obstacles in her short time on this world. Her hands slid to her shapely hips while legs spread apart at equal lengths to her shoulders.

“So let’s cut to the chase. What do you want?” Mae spoke bluntly once more (well had she really spoke any other way?). Her jade orbs took in the elderly man before her, scrawny and gray, more of a grand father in dark purple robes that a fierce archmage of old. “Aren’t you suppose to be more...you know...wizardy too? You don’t even have a staff. Or one of those familiar things...” It was Mae’s turn to throughly look him over from head to toe, and that she did with an almost accusing eye.

Tassidar stroked his bearded chin as the warrior-woman strode past him and into his tower, a grey eyebrow perking up as she once more questioned his legitimacy as a wizard. Had the question come from any other source the asker was likely to find themselves reduced to naught but a pile of ash and boots for his invisible servant to sweep up. But something about the woman's brunt manner tickled the old wizard's fancy, reminded him of a younger version of himself which had been much the same way. He waved a hand dismissively, scoffing. "The accoutrements of a novice, I have long since transcended the need for such basic requirements in order to weave the arcane.".

The old man suddenly snapped his fingers and was momentarily obscured by a plume of acrid smelling, green hued-smoke. As the smoke slowly dissipated the effects of the wizard's spell became clear; robes of the deepest black, covered with seemingly random patterns of infernal runes that faintly glowed a deep crimson had replaced the simple purple garb he had previously worn, a matching conical hat in the timeless wizardly style sat upon his head. Clutched in his right hand was a twisted ebony staff similarly emblazoned with glowing runes, topped off with what appeared to be a demonic claw clutching a pulsating green orb. Dusting the front of his robe with his free hand, Tassidar tapped the end of his staff against the stone floor of his tower as if to herald his next statement, his voice booming. "Perhaps this is more to your liking? The garb of an Archmage of Dragomire, feared across the land as harbingers of death and destruction..."

With a snap of his fingers and another flash of smoke Tassidar was returned to his original appearance, once more stroking his beard as his gaze fell upon her form. "I have little time or need for such theatrics...should you require a more...potent...display of arcane power, I can perhaps arrange for a visit from one of my old friends. His name is quite unpronounceable in the common tongue, but he is always eager to show my guests the hospitality they are so well known for on the infernal plane.". His eyes glittered with a hint of madness, as if the wizard would gain no small amount of amusement from just such a thing.

Tassidar assumed that her curiosity as to his legitimacy was momentarily satisfied and so he moved on to the reason for her visit. "As to suitable payment in return for the documents...". The old wizard licked his lips lecherously, grinning at the beautiful young warrioress standing so confidently before him. "It will require much more than just a simple taste of that treasure between your thighs. You see, I have recently discovered an ancient tome which has revealed a particularly...hmmm...interesting...and long lost magical technique, one which I have yet to have the opportunity to test. Should you agree to assist me in this endeavor, I will gladly provide you with the knowledge you need to embark on your quest. What exactly is this Snaga worth to you, young adventurer-ess?". The old wizard stroked his beard in what was apparently a common mannerism for the mage, his lustful gaze admiring her form as he awaited her answer, leaving the details of what exactly the task would require of her momentarily unknown.

Slender fiery brows scrunched above those jade orb as the wizard muttered his words. It was clear whatever he prattled on about did not sink into the warrior’s head.

“Ah-cooter-wat?” Mae spat the words with disgust as she scowled. Yet before her very eyes the mage transferred in a puff of foul smelling green smoke. With a cough she waved a hand before her face, fanning the smoke away. Mae shook her head lightly, wrinkling her nose at the scent.

“That’s more what I’d expect. When you go see a knight you expect full plate. When you go to kill a hill giant you expect something big and ugly.” It sounded reasonable enough, at least to the young who still had wild dreams of grandeur. He taunts and threats of summoning devils did not phase the woman in the least, those jade orbs flashed brilliantly in the dim light of his tower abode as if to say challenge accepted. Yet that look turned to disgust as he puffed back to his original purple facade, stroking his beard. She wanted nothing more than to rip that scraggly thing out by the roots with one quick jerk. For the moment Mae contented herself with violent imagery, if only to settle her stomach enough to listen to his lecherous demands. Yet it did not come as she had expected, far from it. He wanted more that a quick shag, that in itself caused Mae’s stomach to turn all the more. She listened though his abstract explanation with the same look of disgust she had worn since she was invited in. Only as he paused to ask just how far she was willing to go for her goals did Mae retort. Her lips twisted and she tilted her head, releasing a trail of spittle to the floor at her side.

“What good is an axe going to be if you turn me into a newt?” She roared her reply, the fierceness in her tone as unsettling as his threat of summoning infernal minions to rip her to shreds. Yet she did not lash forth with cold steel in her hand, Mae was no fool. His death (though probably hers) wouldn’t help the situation, at least until she got her greedy paws on just what she thought. For once in her life it seemed, Mae had to bite the bit.

“Tell me of this...whatever you called it....”

Tassidar pressed his hands together in front of his chest, his fingers steepled as they sat against his bearded chin. "Worry not, for so long as you possess something that I desire your form will remain unchanged.". The old wizard paced a few steps back and forth as he spoke, seemingly unfazed by the look of disgust that plainly marked Mae's visage as she glared out at him from beneath crimson brow. "Such a well developed form, only a madman would wish to see it altered."

"As for what will be required of you, it is quite simple. You see, I have developed quite the sexual appetite over the years of my self-imposed solitary confinement. Sure, I have summoned nymphs and even the occasional succubi over the years to sate my cravings, but lately I have the desire for something different...something...fresh. This is where you come in, young warrioress.". The old wizard's eyes were emblazoned with lust as the conversation turned sexual, his gaze passing over her form slowly as he continually paced back and forth.

"As for the tome I spoke of...it has granted me sexual prowess no mere mortal was ever meant to possess. It has taught me to channel arcane power in a uniquely erotic manner...perhaps a small demonstration, then?" The wizard suddenly halted his incessant pacing, a single arm outstretched, a long, bony finger pointed directly at the cleft between her thighs. The wizard's eyes narrowed with concentration, his lips twitching as the Archmage mentally recited the words of power needed to cast his desired spell.

It manifested initially as a feeling of glowing warmth enveloping the flesh around her sex, the heat drawing in towards her loins as it honed in on it's target. Tassidar's brandished finger began to slowly swirl as if drawing a small circle repeatedly in the air, the spherical energy at her core mimicking the movement of the wizard's finger. The radius of that otherworldly circle of heat continued to gradually shrink until it was but the size of a copper piece, focused now directly over the sensitive nub of her clit. Along with the swirling heat came a slight pressure that seemed to flick rapidly back and forth over her nether pearl, the sensation similar to the stimulation that a woman might get from the tounge of an experienced lover. The tempo of the mage's spinning finger slowly increased, the magical orb of erotic energy following suit, moving with a pace no mortal tongue could hope to either set nor maintain.

"Perhaps you are the sort of woman who requires...deeper...stimulation...?" Tassidar's opposite hand stretched out and joined the first, it's controlling finger crooked rather than pointing, motioning towards her in the universal sign of 'come hither'. The small orb of energy morphed into two, the original staying at her clit as it's twin passed through her flesh to take up position at her innermost pleasure spot, gliding back and forth across it in rhythm with his second finger's beckoning gesture. For the span of a few heartbeats the orbs worked in tandem and the wizard subjected her to this erotic torture, or pleasure, depending on your viewpoint, the dual sensations abruptly ending as Tassidar's arms dropped to his sides.

"But a taste of what is to come...I trust you now understand the nature of my desired experiments?". The grin that split the old mage's face was lewd in its rather obvious expression of carnal desire.

Mae listened with the same look of disgust she wore on her face since she had arrived. And it seemed the more the wizard went on, the deeper the furrows above her jade orbs got. He spoke of sexual techniques learned from a book? Mae laughed aloud at the notion, a snort of a laughter that flared her nostrils. She shook her head and rolled her beautiful eyes, a smirk drifting lopsided out over her lips before she finally spoke.

“So what are you going to do? Float around and chat finger your stick it in? Do I have to be conscious for that—“ She began a jest, though he had already begun to proceed with his little demonstration. The feeling was at first unwelcome, Mae released a growl of annoyance as she glanced down at herself.
“What in the seven Hells—“ She hissed, yet that hiss easily turned into a gasp as she felt the warmth narrowing its focus on her. Mae was a young woman, though by no means foreign to the world of sexual intercourse and pleasure. Yet as in all things in her life it was brutal and quick, to the point to sake the base desire. Yet this force, this warmth or whatever it was…was doing things she did not dream of. Her mouth hung a gap as Mae reached out for support. Her hands found purchase on a low table behind her, enough to support her frame as her eyes rolled and her thighs trembled. It was easy to see from the tightness of her breeches how those muscles tensed and quivered, her hips instinctively rocked against the forth as if to aid it.

“Uhh…oooh…f-fuck…” Mae gasped sharply, her head tilting back, oblivious to his words. A flush came to her cheeks as she easily lost herself in the stimulation, yet he did more. She cried out as he found that inner most spot, undulating against it in time with the other sensation. Mae’s heart thundered in her chest and her passions dampened her breeches. She bit down upon her lower lip to stifle another moan, so close…so close…yet…

With a fierce roar of denial Mae’s orbs shot open as he withdrew. There was a mixture of anger and pleasure, perhaps a little shame upon that youthful visage.

“You fucker,” She snarled, leaning against the bench to catch her breath. If this was what he meant to do, well, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. But Mae wouldn’t like him know that and besides…there was one huge obstacle to overcome.

“If we are going to do this. I request one thing,” She finally spoke, pushing up with a certain air of dignity. She gestured towards the wizard, waving her hand over him as she continued. “At least give me something appealing to look at. You have me…yer a wizard. Don’t you got some magic for that too?”

Tassidar grinned, once again stroking his beard, his lusty gaze passing over her the entirety of her form a few times as if he were silently weighing the value of such a bargain. Despite his hubris, the Mage was quite accustomed to haggling with devils, demons and the like, so the introduction of a requirement on her part was not entirely unexpected on his part. She had presented no limitations on his libido, but rather a simple illusion that would allow her to gain some pleasure from their deal. Tassidar, although perhaps a perverted old man fell far short of being a sadist, and drew no extra pleasure from his sexual partners displeasure. In fact, it could be said that he rather enjoyed providing the female with a pleasurable experience, especially now that he was rather advanced in age and his partners as of late had not expected him to be capable of such a feat. But the young warrior-woman didn't need to know that much just yet, so the wizard's reaction to her request remained for the moment cryptic.

Tassidar lowered his hands from their contemplative pose, his scrawny arms slowly entwining across his chest. Such a gesture might make a larger, more muscular man appear stern and menacing, but the old mage's form just appeared frail. As if triggered by the movement, the fabric of the wizards purple robes began to slowly undulate as if there were something stirring beneath it. The material around his chest and arms bulged, stretched thin by whatever arcane metamorphosis the man's form was undergoing. The sound of ripping material echoed through the tower as the robe designed for a slight frame was unable to keep up with the expansion, shredding as it fell away from his upper torso in tatters. The wizard's once wizened form now bulged with corded muscle from waist to shoulder, arms thick with rippled flesh flexed reflexively as they were pushed away from his chest by his expanding pectorals.

Tassidar's facial features morphed in rhythm with the changes taking place below his neckline, that scraggly beard recoiling as if it were being summoned back into the flesh from where it had sprouted. His jaw and cheek bones widened and strengthened, the signs of age passing as the blush of youth returned to his cheeks. The hair atop his head darkened to the color of a moonless night as its length was reduced to that of the close-cropped style of a warrior. His new features would look at home adorning the face of a brutish barbarian, bloodthirsty gladiator or veteran sellsword. Only his eyes, a piercing pale blue in color, retained their original appearance, still gazing out at her lustfully from beneath his now powerful brow.

The sound of fabric giving way to flesh once more rung out as the lower-half of his robe that yet concealed his legs tore cleanly in two up the front and back, the ruined piece of clothing falling away to either side to nearly completely reveal his new form in it's entirety, a simple white loincloth his sole remaining covering. Thighs and calves expanded and stretched as the wizard gained nearly a foot in height, now proudly standing well over six feet and rippling with well-defined muscle from head to toe. The loincloth around his waist performed it's concealing function rather poorly, the simple cotton material bulging with the strain of containing what lie beneath.

Tassidar took a few steps towards her, testing his newly shaped form. His hands opened and closed a few times, the muscles of his chest and shoulders jerking powerfully as they were flexed experimentally. He spoke, his new voice deep and rough, booming as it left his throat. "Does this form sufficiently appeal to you, warrior?". His lips curled into a knowing smile above the well formed chin and strong jaw of his transformed face. "If so, I would see you similarly bared so that I can be assured that the prize you offer is truly suitable payment for such rare knowledge. A man does not become an Archmage by blindly agreeing to every offer that comes along...you are most certainly beautiful of face, but is your body equally as well formed?"

Mae lingered in her place after she had made her demand, her part of the bargain. She wasn’t sure what to expect from this wizard. He could have just as well cast another spell and blind her, or freeze her into place without the ability to complain. Yet he never truly answered her, much to Mae’s ire. She was about to ask if his ears had failed him when he finally moved. She watched with that still vivid display of disgust as those frail arms moved, wrapping about his torso. He seemed full of surprises, but then again, he was a wizard, an arch-wizard of some renown or so she had been reminded several times by several people including himself.

He changed then, a quick but vivid change that Mae watched with a quirked brow. It was slightly disturbing to see the frail old man go from scrawny and ugly to a tall and imposing man of some strength. Was this what he looked like in his prime? Or was this just for Mae’s own amusement? She hoped that it was the latter, as the idea that such a proud and undeniably handsome man could shrivel up into such a husk. Mae did not try to hide the way her jade orbs worked over his frame, she had asked for something pleasing after all, she wanted to make sure it was all there. Boldly she took a step closer, coming to stand before the new tall frame, listening to that deep and gruff voice. Her gaze swept over him from head to foot yet again and she moved about him, completing a full circle before she came to stand before him.

“Is this just an illusion?” She retorted finally, her hand sliding out to that loincloth, her fingers hooked into it and without another word she tugged it aside to reveal that flaccid shaft, her gaze drawing to it as she freed it, watching it dangle. Unconsciously she nibbled her bottom lip at the sight and became all too aware that her breeches were still rather wet from the stimulation she had received moments ago. Swiftly those slender brows narrowed above her jade orbs as she glared up at his now handsome face, curiously enough that look of disgust was all but gone. Her back straightened somewhat as she glanced down at herself. Her attire left little to the imagination already, so tight and form fitting yet it did leave enough for the imagination to wander. Her lips twitched as she reached out and grasped at that member, only to offer a squeeze to ensure that it was indeed real.

“You intend to fuck me right here on the dirty floor? At least give me something comfortable to lean on if you are to fill me with…this..” Her words were sharp as always, until she finished, her last word lowering as her grip tightened as she offered a stroke from base to tip.

It certainly felt real, if the way it began to throb in reaction to her tight grasp were of any indication. Everything about the man's appearance seemed to indicate that the transformation was genuine; the deep rise and fall of his muscular chest as she jerked the concealing loincloth aside and took what had lain beneath in hand, the deep, guttural grunt of approval that left his throat as she gave it a single appraising stroke. His gaze held hers, looking down from his magically-enhanced height as he watched the stimulating motions of her hand through his peripheral vision. "I rarely say no to a woman with such a powerful grip..."

Tassidar's eyes slid closed for but a moment, opening again as the table behind her that she had used to steady herself morphed into the frame of a large, fur covered bed. Simple in design but sturdy in build, the piece of furniture was of adequate size to accommodate any position they decided to take upon it during the fulfillment of their bargain. The member she still held in her grasp had began to swell as the mage worked his spell, gradually stretching out into the space between their bodies as it hardened. Reaching between them his fingers sought the buckle of the belt holding up her leather breeches, careful not to interfere with the motions of her own hand as he worked the metal clasp open. After he had it undone his hand slid between her thighs, a thick finger rubbing over the damp material that covered her mound. "A pity that so much sweet nectar had to go to waste...I'd much rather see it coating my manhood.".

A dark grin cracked his now-handsome face as his eyes remained locked onto hers. "I want to fuck you now...are you ready to be filled, warrior?". The hand between her thighs moved gradually back and forth in a sawing motion, a single finger pressing into the material of her breeches and tracing the outline of her slit. "You'll find a bed behind you, well-suited to the task of supporting you comfortably while I ram my cock into your depths...I'm eager to see if the hole between your legs offers an equally tight grip as that of your fist..."

Mae hadn’t meant for her hand to remain there, slowly stroking his limp girth until it arched between them, swelling and stretching to its full length within her sure grasp. She held it tightly, in a secure and well trained grip. She felt the warmth against her palm and the thickness against her fingertips, which trailed now and again over a thick vein along its length. And what an impressive length, Mae could not deny such though she would not speak of such so openly. If it were an illusion it was a very good one, never had something felt as real as it did now within her grasp. He spoke in that deep rumbling voice, so unlike the frail wavering tone he had once more. She felt him reach for her breeches, to the buckle of the thick belt that held them in place. For a fleeting moment she remembered where she was, who this was that was already unlatching the buckle.

She knew in her mind it was the same lecherous, foul little wizard as before, though her eyes saw only the powerful, well-defined muscles, that strong jaw and dark eyes. If she let her mind take over now, well, that would be the end of it. She would never feel the haft of Snaga within her grasp. The thought caused her fingers to tighten all the more and for a brief moment she thought of stroking Snaga’s haft after she claimed it all her own. That thought was enough for the barbarian, that smug and knowing smirk of a smile drifted out over her plush lips lopsidedly as always. He tugged at those breeches and even as her belt came undone they remained in place, despite his hand slipping within and brushing against the sodden mound covered by the material of her thong. It clung greedily to her flesh, wet and sticky from her spent arousal. Mae released a rumble of her own from deep in her throat, a sort of growl and purr combined.

“So that’s all you’re going to be doing? Fucking me with this two handed sword of yours?” She murmured huskily, keeping her thoughts on the thick shaft in her grasp and the axe that was meant to be hers. For a cautious moment she glanced back over her shoulder, only to find a bed as promised in the space that had occupied a table before. Foul sorcery, she couldn’t help but think and for just a moment wondered if anything about this place was real. With one final squeeze she released his shaft, only to swat at it as she moved away, watching the arching shaft sway from her assault. “You want to see what you’re getting then, hm?” She retorted once more, turning on her heels and rounding the bed. She worked at her attire as she did, determined to give the handsome man a sight he would not soon forget. Her thumbs hooked into the sides of those unlaced breeches, only then did she falter. She came to stop at the foot of the bed and bend at the waist as she began to wiggled her hips back and forth, tugging those skin tight breeches off of her. Those heavy boots were kicked offed as well before she peeled the leather of her pants off, hooking her fingers into the string of her panties and guiding them off as well. Down over the firm swell of that toned backside, she bent further to offer him a tempting display. Down past those sodden folds, glistening with her arousal and down further over well toned legs. Her skin was soft and sun-kissed, though there was no denying the definition of the muscles underneath everytime she moved. As soon those breeches were off Mae rose, one leg curling before her as she lifted herself onto the bed and all fours. She prowled then in a slow circle, turning to face him before she rose onto just her knees. Her hands rose to her torso and easily unlaced strings and buckles and buttons, revealing in the same slow fashion those ample swells.

It started as flawless cleavage though as she went the well formed swells were displayed inch by inch. “So you think you can fit?” She asked lowly, her head tilting to the side. He wanted her, wanted inside her, Mae knew that all too well. He was just like any other man, that was something Mae knew all too well and could use to her advantage. “You just might break yourself off inside me trying...”

She teased, her voice that low sultry purr as she shrugged off her top, those firm swells bouncing wildly with their newfound freedom. One hand made short word of them while the other trailed down over her taut stomach, dipping between them as a finger trailed over the damp curls above her slit. It was a show for those hungry eyes, a show to ensure Mae got exactly what she wanted.

Tassidar, the once-wizened mage now turned paragon of strength, watched in silence as the warrior-woman spun away from him in order to begin her impromptu striptease. Powerful hands slowly worked themselves open and closed as they hung down by his thighs, his gaze captured by the alluring sway of his hips as worked in concert with the efforts of her hands to free her lower-half from the confines of her tight-fitting breeches. His ears perked at the sound of leather creaking as she worked them down her well-muscled legs, his eyes following every movement of her bare backside as she kicked off her boots and finally pulled the leggings free. Without pause her pleasure dampened panties were similarly removed and a lusty grin split the lower-half of the wizard's face as she bent even lower, the firm globes of her rump spreading open with the movement and granting Tassidar an unobstructed view of her fiery-maned sex. She was unable to see his reaction, but his approval of the view she had offered him was plainly clear by way of his body's reactions; the aroused twitching of the heavy member hanging there between his thighs that she had so expertly stroked from slumber, the drawing of his brow as his field of vision narrowed to the cleft between her thighs, the darting of his tongue from between his lips as it wet them in anticipation of the tasting of those still glistening lips.

And as if that were not enough to tempt him, she climbed atop the bed and made quick work of her remaining armor, revealing the sizable orbs beneath and adding yet another dimension to his lustful cravings as he watched them bounce and jiggle against her chest with wild abandon. Her perfectly formed body offered something to enthrall and arouse any man, no matter what portion of the female form he was most drawn to. Tassidar was the sort that enjoyed the sampling of every pleasure a woman's body could offer, and now that her form was stripped bare of covering and offered up for his perverse perusal, it was clear she was more than capable of fulfilling her side of their bargain.

Tassidar took a step forward as she settled atop the bed and began to teasingly caress herself, closing what little distance she had created between them as he returned her playful banter. "Perhaps..." His gaze flickered to the motions of her hand as it ran through the nest of crimson curls above her slit, his own hand reaching down to wrap around his thick member and stroke it's notable length as if to accentuate his next statement. "...or perhaps the mighty warrioress will beg for mercy upon coming under the assault of my mighty lance..." He released his grip on the oversized organ, letting it fall to dangle freely between his thighs as his grin widened. With his now unoccupied hand he reached out towards her, his hand joining her's between her legs, a single, thick finger rubbing against her warm, moist loins. "But as any seasoned warrior knows, one must first scout his opponent's defenses before bringing siege to her walls..." His finger traced the outline of her lower lips, rubbing over her clit occasionally as it slid between them from front to back. Pulling his hand back the mage lifted it up towards his face, running that finger across his upper lip as his nose drank deeply of her heady feminine aroma. "Mmmm...a powerful scent...intoxicating..."

Tassidar moved forward onto the bed, shifting to lay on his back across it, perpendicular to her kneeling form, turning his head towards her as he spoke. "Before my magical experimentation begins I would have a sample of your taste...and of your lips. Come, mount my face and turn towards my feet...I am curious to see if your mouth works as boldly as it speaks...". Lying there across his left thigh was the wizard's manhood, still in its fully aroused state, the large organ twitching occasionally as if it anticipated the feel of her lip's warm embrace. "Unless of course you think you're not up to the task of wielding such a formidable weapon...". Tassidar figured her for the sort that would put her back up when challenged, and counted on his statement spurning her into action.

Mae pushed herself into the moment, forcing her logical mind into a deep dark place. She let herself ride on that pleasure as it tingled at her toned thighs and abdomen, drinking it in and letting the euphoria overwhelm her. This man was ruggedly handsome, well built and solidly endowed. Mae was far from a shy maiden, no, the pleasures of the flesh was something very well known to the young barbarian. That was what she drew on at the moment, to keep the fact that this handsome man was really that disgusting husk of a wizard. Her fingers continued to roam over those glistening folds, her hand curled over her heat and those digits working in a slow, circular motion. If anyone knew how to find those spots it was herself; how many nights had she spent with but her hand to stoke the burning fire of her loins? Her plush lips pursed together as she felt his thick digit against her, gliding across that damp flesh along with her own.

“One thing you will not get from me is pleasure of begging for your mercy,” Mae whispered huskily, the firmness of that tone leaving no room for doubt. It was by then that her scent was thick in the air, a sweet yet slightly musky scent that was intoxicating to the senses. Honey thick was her passions as he smeared them across his digit and brought it to his face. As he moved and positioned himself before her in a position Mae knew all too well. He teased her further, his words sounding like a rumbling growl in her ears. She moved then, withdrawing her hand for a brief moment as she went. The barbarian did not do as she was told, always was she one to tempt fate. Those jade orbs smoldered as they took in the built frame, solid and toned. It was real, she told herself as she reached out and took that shaft, drawing it from his thigh and offering another firm stroke. Mae held it tightly, her thumb against its length and her fingers tightening. She held it more like a sword’s grip, tightening as it ran over its length.

“You will remember my name by the time we are through. You will tell everyone you know of the warrior who ruined your mind for a night. You will remember Mae Van Duran and cry my name as I make you cum,” She whispered breathlessly as she stroked him from tip to base, her grip sure, tightening now and then before she leaned over him. That short, fiery mane fell about her visage as she placed her lips upon the crown of his rigid head, a sweet kiss before she simply set about allowing them to roam and wander. Both hands set upon him, gripping the base as her lips parted and she murmured wantonly against him. The tip of her tongue lapped out over the sensitive underside of his head, a teasing flick before she tilted her head and ran her lips down over the length. She did not hurry, no, she savored every moment and made sure he knew, he felt that every bit of that prick was touched by her lips, her tongue, her hands. With a heavy sigh she drew back up his length, one hand slipping down over his sac to cup and knead just as her bottom lip drifted over his head. Only then did her gaze rise to his own, her jade pools partially concealed by those fiery bangs. Her face was flushed, her breath coming more heavily. She held his gaze then as her lips parted and in an achingly slow manner did she draw his head into her mouth. Those lips pursed against his flesh, drawing against it as her cheeks caved in. She released him then, letting the wizard see that it was but the natural suction of her mouth that was drawing him into the hot confines of her mouth. Yet Mae did not relent, not even as she felt the rigid of his mushroom shaped head disappeared within her mouth. Her hands spread out over his sleek hips, up and over his taut abdomen. She held the head within her mouth for a moment, the underside of his head lavished by that pink muscle which seemed to be in constant motion. Only then did she begin to rise, drawing him from her mouth with a slickened pop.

“Mmhhnn,” She murmured wordlessly against his now damp head, her voice vibrating against him as a wicked smile slid out across her plush lips.

Tassidar was once more relegated to the role of spectator as the warrior woman reached out to grasp his member and lift it from its resting place across his thigh. Her grip was firm, her hand stroking the length of his shaft as if it were testing the hilt of an unfamiliar weapon before entering battle with it. He could feel the swordswoman's callouses that had formed on her palms and fingers after years of wielding a blade as they lightly scraped across his sensitive flesh, but the sensation was not at all unpleasant. It only added to the experience and made it seem more authentic; he'd long desired to bed a female warrior, and the woman working his manhood through her fist was a fine specimen. She was aggressive and confident, exactly what he had hoped for.

He began to work up a retort to her fierce statement, leaning up onto his elbows, that cocky grin once more adorning his lips, but before he could give it voice she began her oral assault. She started slowly, a preliminary kiss to the swollen head of his prick from her warm, plush lips, his only response a light, rumbling groan that wordlessly expressed his approval. She then seized the base of his manhood with a sure, two-handed grip before launching into a flurry of licks, kisses and strokes that ran the entire length and breadth of his shaft and the thick head that crowned it. His hips twitched reflexively in response, her actions evoking the occasional grunt from deep in his throat to compliment the sound of her smacking lips. Had she been the sort to wear color on her lips it would have been smeared across the entirety of his prick's rather considerable length by the time she finally withdrew.

She was far from finished. Oh no, not before she offered a demonstration of the powerful suction offered by her warm, wet mouth. The wizard bit into his lower lip and sucked air between his teeth as she simultaneously stimulated the heavy sac hanging beneath his shaft and suckled the head at its tip. His hands gripped the sheets beneath him and his toes curled in as she sucked the head between her lips and released her steadying grip, keeping it there only through the force of the powerful suction her mouth generated. Finally she relented, releasing his cock from it's pleasurable prison with an audible pop. Tassidar finally released the breath he had been holding during that last portion with a ragged sigh as she nuzzled her lips against the spit-slick head of his now throbbing organ.

The Mage had conjured an array of pleasure demons and been serviced by countless courtesans throughout his many years, but never before had he seen a woman perform the pleasurable act of fellatio with such abandon, such erotic savagery. And so far as he could guess, that was but a preview.

The approval was plain on the wizard's handsome features, a crooked smile adorning his lips, his brow shining with a light coat of sweat. "By the nine-scepters of Sulania..." Tassidar leaned his weight onto his left side, his right arm lifting from the bed and moving towards her outstretched form. The wizards eyes slid half-closed for a moment as he recalled the arcane words of power that would fuel his desired spell. Tassidar's eyes shot open, his smile deepening as his gaze locked onto her own alluring jade orbs.

His right hand brushed over her well-defined stomach as it slowly moved towards the cleft between her thighs. His fingers ran through the still damp nest of crimson curls above her mound as they honed in on their target.

"It is said that the noblewomen of ancient times would pay their weight in gold for a device able to cast this spell at will..."

His fingers brushed against her warm, moist loins and fanned out to spread her lower lips open.

"I have included a special modification of my own, to inspire a motivated performance from it's target..."

The sensation of warm breath against her sex preceded the familiar feeling of a wet tongue against her clit. The phantom tongue took a single, exploratory lick of the sensitive nub as if to announce it's presence.

"You see, brave warrioress, our phantom friend here will respond to your oral efforts in kind...the faster and deeper you engulf my shaft, the more enthusiastic it's performance..."

The phantom tongue began a slow, steady pace of long licks that begun at her clit and encompassed the length of her glistening slit, pressing between the lips that Tassidar's fingers held spread open as it passed.

"Well then, you have proven your skill at polishing a pommel...care to demonstrate how you handle the blade?"

A look behind her would reveal only the swells of her well-shaped backside, the phantom tongue was as incorporeal as it's name suggested.

Mae couldn’t help the smug smile that lingered upon her lips as she watched the wizard’s reaction to her talents. Had he been holding his breath the entire time? Mae’s proud shoulders shook with a silent bout of laughter, though the mirth was quiet clear in her jade orbs. She did not draw from him as her lips slid away, no, still those hands were upon him. She curled her fingers back around his base, offering a slow, twisting stroke from head to tip. She kept the pace slow but steady, if only to keep him properly stimulated. Mae watched as he pushed up into a sitting position, her own frame rising as if to meet whatever challenge he would present. Something in those half-closed eyes told Mae that it would not be as simple as just a fitful coupling by two skilled lovers. No, she still recalled that he had some foul magic he wished to inflict upon her; perhaps she had thought she could best him with her skill alone. Her taut stomach tensed at his touch, several thin scars trailing over that soft flesh here and there. She felt an uncontrollable tremble over take her as those thick fingers ran over her nethercurls, down over her sex that was still so very damp. Her nostrils flared as she released a soft huff of breath, her bottom lip gnashed upon briefly. It was hard to deny that his touch was enflaming, still she fought the battle to control her senses. At one moment she wanted to give in fully even as a voice in the back of her mind recalled the wizened husk of a man he had once been. Even as his fingers brushed over her mound and he began to speak Mae’s mind went to her ultimate prize. Again she let her mind wander and for the briefest of moments imagined she was stroking the shaft of the axe that would be hers.

Whatever the words were that he spoke were lost on the barbarian even as she stared him full in the face. It wasn’t until she felt a breath upon her soft flesh, so cool against the dampness between her thighs. It was then that a look of surprise overtook that confident visage and quickly she snapped her head to the side only to find nothing behind her. But the sensation continued, the gentle touch of a tongue against her nub of flesh, running its length over her fully. Mae couldn’t fight the soft moan that broke past her lips at the touch. There was no denying the softness that accompanied it, smooth and silken like that of a woman’s flesh.

“What sort of invisible fiend did you summon?” Mae hissed softly, even as she felt the phantom muscle begin to offer a tender bit of administration. How gently it caressed her sensitive flesh, a lover’s touch she thought for a fleeting moment. Her frame quivered as she found herself stuck on that thought for a briefest of moments. Her resolve almost seemed to waver then and perhaps if the wizard hadn’t pressed the issue with another tease she would have broken upon that sweet pleasure. As if to answer his words Mae’s hand tightened upon his girth, squeezing sharply and her lips parted to retort. Yet she found as she did this a whole new sensation rippled through her. She swore she felt the face of this unseen woman press flush against her, her firm cheeks spreading ever so lightly; the breath sent a chill up her spine. She caught a moan in her throat then and that look of confidence returned to that beautiful visage, slender crimson brows furrowing above those jade pools.

“Just watch,” She said bluntly before she bowed her head and slid before him yet again. She returned to her place before that powerful frame without another thought, holding his girth in place as her lips returned to the underside of his head. Teasingly she flicked her tongue out against him only to find the sensation teasing at her own nether regions. She inhaled sharply, silently cursing the wizard and his foul dark magic. No doubt she would have easily lost herself in her work just as she had done previously, but now Mae found with each touch that phantom lover returned it to her tenfold. With a quivering breath Mae simply let her gaze close fully and her lips to part. She inhaled and drew that rigid crown into the wet confines of her mouth, her tongue lashing out even as she kept that pace over the rest of his length with her hand.

She did not draw it out as she had before, no, with another breath she struck quick and decisively. She claimed that shaft with her plush lips, drawing him within the confines fully. Inch by glorious inch did his thickness disappear past her lips until he pressed against the back of her throat with several more inches to spare. Her hand held fast even as her frame trembled and her back arched. Oh how that tongue slithered within her moist confines like some devilish serpent, flicking against her quivering inner walls in a way no mortal tongue could ever accomplish. Her moans reverberated against the wizard’s flesh and in turn she felt this invisible lover moan as well. Yet the barbarian continued, slowly drawing her head back and forth as she ground him against her throat, gaining a slow and fitful entrance. Mae did not relent until her lips pressed flush against his abdomen, her lips trembling just as her throat constricted about him. Her eyes flared open then, the look of lust flashing brilliantly within their green depths. She withdrew swiftly, releasing a brutal grunt for air before she slammed her head back down over his girth, taking him almost fully yet again. Several times more did she claim him fully, each time her hips rocking and another cry of pleasure escaping from her. How deeply that tongue penetrated her inner most recesses, teasingly flicking at spots Mae did not know existed. Already her passions flowed freely, trickling down her thighs and staining the sheets. She felt the face press flush to her with each movement she made and for a brief moment wanted to look back against to see the soft lover that claimed her like no one ever had. But she knew it was but dark magic that teased her, drawing her towards her edge that would dull her senses and bring ecstasy.

No…

The words rang in her mind even as she wriggled against her unseen lover, her head rising and releasing him with another sharp pop. “No,” She almost growled the words, perspiration beading upon her brow, trickling down over her jawline and neck. The fierce look upon that beautiful face almost made her look intimidating at that moment, as if she would give up this act and strike at him. And that she did, though it was not with a blade she stabbed at him. She struck again, her fingers curling about his impressive base and holding him flush. Fiery bangs danced out across her visage as she struck, slamming her head down over him with all her strength. She did not claim him fully this time though neither did she linger and let him feel the tightness of her throat.

And thus the brutal pace began, accompanied by the sharp, wet suckling of her administrations. Her head was nothing but a crimson blur, her lips seemingly over his entire girth from tip to where her fingers held him with each passing moment. Her tongue was everywhere as well, licking, flicking, lashing at him with each bob of her head. Her lips tightened about him each time she drew up, her cheeks caved in as she suckled upon him with all the strength she could find. She lost herself in that moment, even as she simply devoured the wizard with wild abandon so did his spell. What it was doing to her she could not comprehend, all at once it was attacking her. Teasing at her outer folds even as it penetrated her inner depths, raking and licking, nipping and suckling, ravishing her with a mindless desire to taste her sweet release. But no…Mae heard the voice calling in her head again…no! She would not relent, even as her passions dribbled down her quivering thighs. Her grip tightened and she threw her head back with a unabashed, feral moan of desire.

She said something in that moment, though it was just a wordless groan lost in her throat. She took another breath before she set upon him again with that greedy mouth, her hand tightening even as the other rose and slid up his stomach, only to curl her fingers and rake them crudely down his taut and toned abdomen.

​Tassidar's visage had taken on an air of arrogance as he observed her reaction to his spell, his confident grin morphing slowly into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with lust. He had worked hard to perfect his own additions to the ancient spell, and if the moan that had unwillingly escaped her lips and the shiver that passed through her lower-half and up her spine were of any indication, it was a success. His connection to the Phantom Tongue was similar to that which a Wizard would share with it's familiar; Although the Phantom was incapable of expressing emotion or thought, it would convey through the tiny thread of arcane power necessary to maintain it the actions it was performing, and if the caster specified so at the time of it's creation, the sensations a normal, human tongue would feel in return. Tassidar was quite eager for a sample of her sweet nectar, and so he had in fact specified that the Phantom pass-on the sensory portion of it's pleasurable task. An added touch the Wizard would later regret, but for the moment, one he found to be quite arousing.

​Just then she bid him to observe her acceptance of his challenge as she bent forward and put that soft, wet tongue to work once more lashing at the head of his organ she held trapped in her firm grasp. And watch he did, his eyes following every motion of those full, ruby lips. His fingers began to slowly work up and down the outside of her netherlips even as they held her spread open for the Phantom Tongue to do it's work, the additional stimuli most likely going unnoticed by the warrior-woman amidst the masterful working of that otherworldly tongue. The Wizard himself moaned in that deep, rumbling tone that characterized his new form as her fist began to pump the length of his shaft while she suckled at the head that crowned it.

​The link between caster and spell portrayed the warm, velvet-y smoothness of that tight passage that lie between the lips his fingers stroked, passing along an impression of her flavor that matched the strong scent that had filled the air ever since she had removed her breeches; powerful, with a light hint of sweetness that would leave the man, or woman, fortunate enough to be granted a taste craving ever-more. It befit the wild-woman perfectly.

​​The Mage had clearly not expected what her next move would be, that she would set upon his manhood like a woman possessed. If he had, he would have perhaps attempted to brace himself for her oral-onslaught. As it were, he saw fit to offer another teasing challenge. Or, at least attempt the voicing of one. "Very good, warrior...but it will take..." And then she proved his earlier sentiments true; What skill she had demonstrated up until this point was but a tease, a preview, of what she was truly capable of.

The words were jerked from his throat with a strangled groan as her lips consumed his length, drawing his member into her mouth until the thick head at it's tip butted up against the back of her throat. Where some women might see that as their limit, she saw it as only an obstacle to overcome with a furious assault. Her head bobbed up and down a few times, throat tightly constricting around his shaft as it was pushed ever-deeper, that tireless tongue thrashing against the sensitive underside as it slid past. The Wizard sucked in a deep breath, the massive, mystically-enhanced muscles of his chest expanding. He gnawed at his lower lip as his eyes remained fixated on the progress of her lips in their downward journey along his thick shaft until they finally brushed against the flesh of his lower abdomen. The air was released from his lungs with a grunt that resolved into a hiss as she held him there for a moment, those captivating jade eyes widening, her throat and mouth constricting the length of man-flesh they held captive within their warm, wet grip, before finally her head was jerked back with a grunt and a wet pop as his member was released from her gullet.

He thought she would pause for a moment, perhaps to offer another boast, but she allowed him no such respite from her hungry mouth. Once more her crimson mane bobbed up and down as she took him between her lips, the Wizard grunting in response, one hand gripping the sheets between him, the other spasming against the soaking wet mound of her sex as the muscles of the arm it was attached to flexed powerfully. He let out another ragged breath as she released him again with a resounding pop of her lips, having only the capacity to mumble..."By-the-gods..." in a strained voice before she issued her single-word statement of denial. Although the Wizard had only been on the receiving end of her mighty efforts, he looked as if he had been worked by them; a sheen of sweat had formed across his brow and thickly muscled chest, his hips twitching occasionally as her tongue brushed across just the right spot.

And so she settled into a furious rhythm of stroking, licking and sucking that seemed without end. Her tongue lapped at every inch of the shaft held in her unrelenting grip, those plush lips wrapping around his girth and sucking at the head of his organ as if she desired to draw forth the very essence at his core, her fist pumping it's length as if it were a weapon she could wield. It was too much for the Wizard to keep up with, even if he himself refused to admit such. He could feel the distant approach of his orgasm even as she once more withdrew to renew her breath, snarling a moan of feral desire that promised she was far from finished.

Tassidar's hips bucked up towards her as she again drew his member into the warmth of her wet mouth, a hiss of exhaled breath escaping his lips as her hand raked at his chest. She suckled at him with renewed effort, as if she could sense the approach of his release and was beckoning it forth with the suction that incredible mouth offered. For the first time since their encounter had begun the Wizard was on the defense. His breathing deepened, his powerful chest rising and falling with the effort of holding back his rapidly approaching orgasm. His thoughts raced; He would not...could not...allow this simple warrior to best him at his own game. Why had she not succombed to his spell? Must focus...the mighty Arch-Mage, he who traffics with demons and comes out the profiteer, was in distress.

The sounds of her sucking mouth, the sight of her deep red lips as they traveled up and down his spit-slickened shaft, the warmth of her release as it coated the hand at her mound and ran down his arm, the musky smell of her arousal that permeated the air about them...it all combined to overwhelm his senses. The heavy sack that hung between his thighs, coated with the excess saliva that ran down to collect there from the shaft above, tightened, his toes curling into the likeness of fists, the thick muscles of his thighs clenching and raising his hips and rump up off of the sheets below. The thread of arcane power he had been channeling in order to maintain the Phantom Tounge drew away from him, growing distant. Not since his youth had the Mage lost a spell, he had trained long hours to prepare for the rugged conditions of battle, and he reached out with his power in an attempt to restrain and hold the thread. Just then her lips dipped particularly low, the swollen head of his manhood dragging against the roof of her mouth and down the back of her throat, her cheeks caving in around his shaft as she sucked, the suction generated drawing him in deeper. It was enough to draw his attention for only a moment, and in that moment the spell was gone.

As rapidly as it had appeared, the Phantom female face at her sex was gone, vanishing from existence as the Wizards spell was interrupted. Tassidar's fingers, the ones that had been holding her netherlips spread apart for this entire time, withdrew for a moment before plunging into her sopping wet entrance with a loud squelch. Two thick fingers plunged in and out rapidly as if to replace the sensation she had lost with the disappearance of her otherworldly oral lover, but they were a pale shadow of the pleasure it had offered. He was clearly desperate to drive her to orgasm before he experienced his, refusing to accept his defeat even in the very face of it.

Tassidar's hips now pumped up rapidly, rhythmically, as his fingers pumped away at her sex noisily. "Unnnhhh....fuck!" A rare expression of profanity from the normally well-spoken Mage, shouted out between guttural grunts and groans of pleasure. He was but moments away from spilling his seed should she continue on her present course, and the all-powerful Arch-Mage Tassidar was at her mercy as she showed no signs of slowing her pace. His head and shoulders were thrust back against the cushion of the mattress beneath him, his back arching as the warrior's mouth and fist worked in tandem to summon his powerful orgasm, and a wordless roar that reverberated off the stone walls of his tower finally announced it's arrival.

"Nnnggghhh-aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

His thick rod swelled in her grasp, twitching as it fired the Wizard's warm seed from the slit that split the head at it's tip into her hungrily suckling mouth. His balls tightened as they emptied, his member jerking each time it released another fresh load. He was quite virile in this form, and the copious amount of fluid his climax produced threatened to fill her mouth to capacity and more should she not decide to take it down her throat.

A thick sheen of perspiration gleamed upon that sun-kissed frame, rivulets of sweat trickled down her brow, the arch of her back and over her ample swells. The heat of this moment was almost stiffing, thick crimson strands clung to her brow and cheeks only to slap lightly against her skin with each fierce bob of her head. Mae had given herself over to this moment and she would not stop until she felt his release. It had been a challenge, a seeming jest on the wizard’s part to see this warrior’s prowess. While she stood no chance in direct combat against a well prepared, ancient wizard the warrior had found a chink in his armors. Even with all the power of years of study, years of preparation and dedication, youth and cunning outwitted age and wisdom. Mae consumed that thick shaft with relish, attacking his girth with as much fierceness as she would driving a sword through a man’s heart. There was no love, no tenderness behind her movements as some lover’s might offer. There was nothing but that unbridled passion, an uncontrollable desire and lust if only for the moment. Slender fiery brows knitted above those jade orbs as they drifted closed, her lips pursed about his length with each movement of her head that brought it back up. The dull ache of her muscles had drifted into a seething burning sensation, even as that phantom tongue toyed with places Mae didn’t even know existed. Her head was light, her lips and the tip of her nose tingling. Every few moments that frame twitched and trembled, a spasm of pleasure that caused her to burn all the more. Her passions had simply ruined her inner thighs and his fingers, trickling down and staining the sheets of the conjured bed. She was a right sticky mess, never had she felt so wholly filled by something so utterly intangible! Damn this wizard to the infinity layers of the abyss, along with his foul dark magic.

Yet before Mae could let herself get lost in her anger for this man once again something happened; something that tilted the balance of power in her direction. She knew instantly that he had lost his concentration, it was amazing one so old could have kept it up this long. But with it gone so did that phantom face, simply winking out of existence. Never had Mae felt something just, disappear within her. It was a queer feeling that left her so very empty; just how close she had been to feeling another release...well...so much so Mae felt a wave of anguish take over her searing loins in its absence. She almost cried out against his shaft as it left her, though jade orbs flaring open and a quick look of surprise drifting across her visage. Yet what she found only spurred her one, she knew the look of defeat in a man’s eyes when she saw it. He was done, even if he didn’t want to admit it. Mae had seen that look in a man’s eyes right before she drove a blade through his breast and felt his blood splash across her cheek. She couldn’t help but wonder just how hot this wizard’s blood was and what color it would be when she spilled it.

His fingers seemed to quickly invade her sodden depths as if to take the place of that phantasmal lover that had so skillfully brought her to the edge of release. But his touch was thick and clumsy, a desperate attempt from a desperate man.

“No,” She snarled as she withdrew from him once more. The hand that had slid across his chest retreated, only to grab the man by the wrist and forcefully yank his hand away. The wet, sopping sound of his penetration faded, only to be replaced by her own slurping laps as she consumed him once more. Her attentions turned back to him once more as she forced that impressive girth into the tight confines of her throat, letting the muscles constrict about him sharply yet again as she fought the natural reflexes. This was it, she felt the man crumble before her inch by inch; she almost enjoyed watching him break as much as she had enjoyed the phantom kiss of the unseen lover. The swelling of his girth within her grasp, the way his frame reacted, the sound of that roar of ecstasy that escaped his lips was a good prelude to let Mae know just how close he had been. But to her surprise it simply wasn’t enough. Jade orbs flared open wide as she felt that mushroom shaped head go rigid within her mouth. She had but a second to react, just enough time to draw her head back. With a groan she held the crown within her mouth, which simply exploded with the intensity of a volcano. His white-hot seed burst forth into the confines of Mae’s awaiting mouth only to find it was all too much. Without thought she swallowed heavily, working the thick, salty goo down with a gasp. Yet before she could prepare herself again another volley burst forth, then again. On instinct she drew back just as the second volley spurt forth, splashing across her cheek and into that fiery mane. She inhaled sharply and snapped her head back, thrusting herself closer and allowing his seed to spill across her ample, jostling swells instead of her mouth. A dribble of his passions trickled past the corner of her lips, her beautiful visage covered in perspiration and his seed. Mae was not without a certain hint of mercy though, her sure grip worked over him sharply as he felt his release, ensuring he felt every last bit of the ecstasy that seared through his loins.

“You...lose;” She retorted between heavy breaths, pushing up into a sitting position before him, her legs tucked under herself. Just as she had when she first touched him, she offered an almost dismissing swat to his full length. She tried to brush his release from her face, though there was so much she found it clinging to her hair.

“Fuck. You got it in my hair you fucking bastard. I’m going to need to scrub this out!” She bellowed with an undeniable fury, her hands slick with his semen, just as much of her upper torso was at the moment.