﻿The Tree of Love

by Pan



Published: 2013-08-24
Updated: 2017-07-22
Packaged: 2024-02-16 23:04:33
Chapters: 10
Words: 28,019
Publisher: mcstories.com
Story URL: https://mcstories.com/TreeOfLove/index.html
Author URL: https://mcstories.com/Authors/Pan.html
Summary: Samael and his party encounter a spore-emitting tree, that causes them to physically express their love for each other, in increasingly deviant ways...
Erotica Tags: mc, mf





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 10

Epilogue



	Chapter 1

Samael was struggling with the new responsibilities that had been thrust upon him. Hamish the sorcerer, 10 000 years old and respected by all, had decided it was time to give his student a taste of leadership, and so Samual was head of the leading party. He’d been allowed to choose his men, but he was starting to wonder if he’d been altogether selfless in his selection.

Truly, if he was being honest with himself, any man choosing a team would be a fool to not choose Hamish or his muse, Tegarus, two of the most powerful sorcerers that the world had ever known. But Samael knew that if he’d selected either of them, they would automatically have stepped into the leadership role, a new role that was new to Samael, a newness that he was keen to taste.

Similarly, Jesse was a natural choice for a new leader. The weasel-faced man, silver-tongued and sharp-witted was adept at finding flaws in any plan. But it was exactly this trait that had caused Samael to leave Jesse with the sorcerers—he wanted to lead, him, not simply be Jesse’s puppet. At least, that’s what he told himself—in truth, he wasn’t confident enough to hear any criticism, and so he had surrounded himself with friends—perhaps not the strongest possible team, but certainly the most supportive.

At his right hand was Paddon. Samael enjoyed having him by his side, knowing that if trouble struck, Paddon’s loyalty and bravery would serve the party well. What’s more, the young man’s immaturity and flightiness had ensured that he had never been placed in a position of authority, and he would be unable (and unlikely) to assess and critique Samael’s own leadership skills.

Samael, leading the pack, held up his hand, and everyone stopped. Ahead on the path was a tree, the like of which Samael had never before encountered—not unusual in itself; less than a year ago, his life had been turned upside-down as he discovered that Tegarus was a sorceror, the thieving storyteller who visited the farm was the legendary Hamish, and he himself was no ordinary farmboy, but a vital part in fulfilling a prophecy that would change the world forever.

Before then, he’d never left Sendaria—he’d barely left the farm farm. In the last few months, he’d seen many varied lands, from the swamps of Tarandia to the Enchanted Woods, but the sighting of a tree he’d never seen before wouldn’t cause him to look twice, let alone stop the party.

But there was something unusual about this tree...it was surrounded by-

“And why, pray tell, have we stopped?”

Samael’s thoughts were interrupted by Princess Cherry’s haughty tones. Samael was struggling with the responsibilities of leadership, struggling with the new discoveries thrust upon him each and every day, the knowledge that he was a vital part of prophecies that countless individuals had been working towards for thousands of years...but Samael was struggling with nothing more than he was struggling with Princess Cherry.

By the same logic he’d decided to avoid keeping Jesse in his party, he should certainly have put the Princess with the more advanced of his party, but he somehow couldn’t bring himself to do it. It wasn’t, Samael was quick to remind himself, that he enjoyed her company or anything of the sort—no, he found that she wavered between openly intolerable, and at best simply obnoxious and insubordinate.

But irritating though her presence was, he found that somehow she was even more of a distraction when she wasn’t present. His thoughts would constantly wander, wonder about her whereabouts, and rather than question that train of thought too deeply, it had been easier to simply ask her to accompany him.

Samael turned to look at her. She was eighteen—almost a woman now, he realised, before again forcing himself to stop thinking such things. He avoided admiring her flowing red locks, her glowing, almost golden skin, and the swell of her young breasts. He refused to admit that the green dress that she wore contrasted beautifully with her skin, that her hair framed her face perfectly, and that the cleavage she showed was subtle enough to not appear deliberate, yet visible enough to fill Samael’s head with thoughts of...

Of course, he wasn’t thinking of any of that.

“That tree,” he simply replied, not trusting his tongue to impart any more information than that.

Sir Shane followed his gesture, and looked at the tree that had caught Samael’s interest. The King’s most loyal knight, Sir Shane was a huge, imposing figure of a man. Upon first glance, one could not be blamed for thinking that Sir Shane was nothing but a warrior, a thug of a man who enjoyed his well-polished armor, and running foes through with his sword.

Upon hearing Sir Shane speak, one might then adjust their opinion to think that he was nothing but bluster and cockiness—but before a third thought could even form, one would most likely have been on the receiving end of the hug man’s lance. Only those who got to know the large man realised that it wasn’t bluster—he was true to his word. If Sir Shane claimed that he was going to run you in two, your only options were running or fighting—there was no bluff to call.

“Prithee,” Sir Shane began. “My eyes hath never before seen such a tree, though mine parent-folk did talk about such things in story.”

“I’ve heard these stories too.” Samael was surprised to hear Sessar join in the conversation; the tall, hawk-faced man rarely spoke, preferring the company of the horses they rode on. Sessar was a large black man—with his head shaved bald, his dark leather clothing, and his black scalp lock, he was an imposing figures It wasn’t until you got to know the man that you realised what a gentle soul he was, sharp-witted and generous, with a genuine love for the non-human beasts that he was able to communicate with.

“So tell me,” Samael asked, a trifle impatiently. “What are these stories?”

Before they could share, there was a gasp. Princess Cherry had finally seen what had made Samael pull up short—the tall, unusual tree, surrounded by animals rutting.

Every type of animal that Samael had seen in the area was there, and each had a mate (if not more than one.) Dogs, pigs, birds, and if you peered closely enough, insects of all kinds could be seen, all of them within a few feet of the tree, all of them engaged in intercourse with their partner(s). Being brought up on a farm, Samael had seen livestock mating before, but whenever Tegarus had caught him staring she had boxed his ears, and it was this upbringing that came to the fore now—once he’d realised what he was looking at, he’d looked away at once.

Cherry, however, had apparently not had such a childhood—she was staring, mouth agape, at the fornicating animals. Samael couldn’t help but laugh at her expression, but not even that could distract her. After he’d laughed for a few seconds, Samael was the one who had to look away—the sight of Princess Cherry so entranced was doing things to him, and he wasn’t quite prepared to deal with what that meant quite yet.

Tearing his eyes away from Cherry’s face, Samael noticed that the rest of his party was similarly staring at her. A surge of jealousy came upon him, and he reminded himself that he was the leader here.

“Sir Shane,” he barked, “Sessar. What are these stories?”

The two men blushed as they realised how distracted they had allowed themselves to become by the young princess. Sessar, not unexpectedly, gestured for Sir Shane to speak.

“The tree,” Sir Shane started dramatically, “hath been given many names by the people of this world. Said to originally be a gift from the god of the West to his bride, the tree causes a deep, rich love to take hold of whomever should smell its rich scent. Thy nose shalt be the recipient of its flower, but the love shalt spread throughout thine whole body.”

“Then why is it here?” Samael asked, puzzled. Now that it had been pointed out, he could see the resemblance of the tree to the twisted plants that had grown in the swamps of the west, but that was more than a week’s walk away.

“The flowers doth bloom but once each hundred years, but when they do, they spread far and wide, and all that have smelled their glorious odor are said to carry the seed of the flower with them until that sad day when they do die.”

Samael turned to Sessar.

“If you’ve smelled the flower, when you die, a tree grows where you’re buried.” Sessar clarified.

“So why are those animals...”

“They’re in love!” Princess Cherry said, interrupting Samael snidely. “I don’t know what you learn in the Northlands, but I was taught from a young age that sex is the truest expression of love. Look at the creatures—there’s no pain on their faces, they’re just expressing their love the only way they know how.”

“It must be that time of the century when the flower blooms,” Paddon added.

The team turned to Samael, who was sitting silently in reflection. This was it. This was his first major decision as leader—the part of the country they were in was far too rough for them to take the horses off the path, and it looked as though there was no way of going forward without passing through the scent of the tree’s flowers.

He could turn back, encounter Hamish’s party (an hour or so behind them) and admit defeat, that his first role as leader had been to slow them all down by half a day or so.

Or he could risk going through the flowers.

“We’ll go through,” Samael announced confidently. Sessar looked at him with brows raised, but didn’t say anything. He couldn’t read the expression on Cherry’s face, and Sir Shane just nodded, ever-loyal and happy to obey the party’s leader. Paddon was the only one to say anything.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “What if...”

“I,” Samael said, cutting him off, “will use my sorcery to ensure that nothing happens to us.”

Samael tried to sound sure of himself, but wasn’t honestly sure what manner of sorcery he was capable of, let alone what he was able to use here. The tree ahead was covered in thin pink flowers, and almost as if they had seen the party coming, a fresh wave had started to detach from the boughs and drift towards them on the wind.

The party moved forward, and Samael tried to visualise a shield, an orb of protection around the party. He imagined the flowers hitting it and bouncing off, and as they got closer was delighted to see that no matter how close they got to the tree, the flowers never came within a few feet of Sir Shane, who sat confidently at the head of the horses.

Everyone, including Samael, visibly relaxed when they realised that they were at no risk of coming into contact with the flowers, and their attention instead moved to ensuring that they did not step on any of the animals that dotted the path ahead.

As Samael neatly side-stepped a pair of sparrows who were breeding as if their very lives depended on it, he chanced a glance at the Princess. She was ahead of him, almost directly underneath the tree, and to his surprise had stopped.

He was about to call out to her, but instead he followed her gaze. She was staring at a pair of creatures that had been masked by the tree, unable to be seen from their starting position on the path. The beasts were furious entangled, copulating with an intensity that Samael had never seen before. He wasn’t surprised that she was staring, it was a remarkable sight to behold (and they were, of course, the token animal of the Tolnedrans.)

Beside them on the path were a lion and a lioness, seemingly close to orgasm.

They must have spotted the bounty of fresh meat, come racing over, and quickly become ensnared by the flowers’ scent, Samael realised. The rest of the party gathered to see what Samael and Cherry were staring at, and soon all five of them were just standing there, taking in the sight of the majestic creatures in front of them.

After a few minutes of watching the giant cats rut, Samael couldn’t help but again turn and look at Cherry. He didn’t know what it was about the spoiled princess, but she was fascinating to him, even at times when it was incredibly inconvenient. There was something about the earnest and shocked expression on her cute, freckled face...the glow of her golden skin...the curve of her body as it sat delicately on the horse, fragile...yet strong.

As if she could feel his eyes upon her, Cherry turned. The two of them just sat and stared into each others’ eyes for time uncountable, unaware of the seconds and minutes ticking by, unaware that the attention of their travelling partners had turned from the lions to themselves, unaware of anything except the connection between them, the exquisite perfection of simply staring at someone and having them be the only other person in your life.

They didn’t know, but twelve minutes and twenty-five seconds passed before Samael reached up his hand. His mind was simultaneously racing and completely blank—he had a vague awareness that he was the leader, and was taking what was his, but this thought contrasted with the complete submission he felt to Cherry’s beauty and poise. 

All he could hear in his head was a roaring, as his hand reached out and caressed her cheek. All he could feel was his heart pounding, as he leaned forward and brought his lips to hers. All he could taste was the sweetness of her mouth, as the three older men around him watched him take the flower of youth that they’d travelled with for so long.

Samael broke off the kiss, and looked up. The orb of protection he’d set up was still in place—the tree was frantically shedding flowers, trying desperately to influence the group, and they had started to pile up and form a canopy above their heads—but none had got through. 

“Good,” he thought. “That means that what just happened wasn’t the influence of the tree. I’m still completely in control of myself, and so is Cherry.”

With that thought ringing in his head, he leaned forward and kissed the princess once more—this time more strongly, with more passion. He reached around her waist and pulled her towards him—her horse was forced to take a step towards his, and soon the four of them were in close contact—Samael with Cherry, and his horse with hers.

He ran his hand up and down her back, and she reached up and grabbed his hair. They’d both been waiting for this, he realised, they’d both been waiting for weeks—maybe months—for an excuse, a reason to drop the social niceties and feel their skin upon each other.

As her hand tussled his hair, and his hand followed her spine down her back, he realised that was what was missing—skin. He wanted...nay, needed to feel her skin on his, and without a second thought, he tore her dress open from the back, and as he watched the cloth drop, removed his own shirt.

Her breasts were everything he’d imagined they would be—they stood proudly on her chest, large for her small figure, each of them perfectly formed and topped off with pink nipples. He brought her even closer to her for another kiss, and felt her nipples press against his own slightly hairy chest.

Cherry moaned as Samael brought his hands up and started pulling and tugging at her nipples. Sensations were running through her body that she’d never felt before; there had been hints of them before, sometimes when she stared at Samael, or watched him change, and quite often when she thought about him as she bathed...but nothing like this before. She felt out of control, her whole body tingled, and she wanted more.

This, she realised, must be what love felt like.

With that revelation, she cast off the last of her doubts. She was in love! She was finally able to admit it, and she didn’t mind who saw it.

Breaking off the kiss, Cherry lowered herself down and latched her lips around Samael’s nipples. She had discovered, many years ago, how good it felt when a hand brushed over her nipple, and she had long fantasized about someone (since she’d met him, almost exclusively Samael) doing this to her—and after all, wasn’t that love? Doing to others what you would have them do to you?

Now it was Samael’s turn to moan. On some level, he knew that he loved Cherry, that he’d always loved her...but right now, as she suckled on his nipple and sent electricity straight to his brain, all he could think was that he deserved this. He was the leader, and he was taking what was his. He was a hero, and Cherry was his prize.

Samael reached down, and ripped the rest of the green dress off: he was delighted to discover that she wore nothing under it, as he had long suspected (and dreamt about, often.) He reached down and cupped the princess’s soft mound—it was covered in a thin layer of fuzz, the same colour as her hair, and Samael was delighted to find that she was practically dripping. 

Without ceremony or warning, he dipped one finger inside her, and smiled as she squealed in surprise and joy. Removing his finger, he pulled the princess from her administrations and ensured that she watched him taste her. To him, it represented ownership; to her, love. Both were overcome with emotion, and quickly locked lips once more.


	Chapter 2

Several miles behind them, the enchantress Tegarus and her master Hamish were leading their own pack of warriors. Jesse, the trader; Stephos, the religious man; Sarah, the last of the slave-women; Alex, the Earl of Castania; and Sampson, the blacksmith. The conversation had died off a few hours ago—Tegarus and Hamish were aware that Samael had surrounded himself with pleasant company rather than a strong team, leaving them with the less talkative party members.

Hamish, sitting proudly at the head of the party suddenly stopped. Every else cautiously followed suit, as the old man tilted his head to the left, and then to the right. He turned and faced his daughter.

“Did you hear that?”

She nodded somberly, and without another word, the two quickened their pace. Their horses, used to moving at a slow, casual trot, found themselves galloping through a twisted path in the forest.

The rest of the party looked at each other in bewilderment, and a few seconds later followed suit.

Tegarus tried to reach out with her mind, to see what had caused Samael to use his will, but was unable to. She could hear the boy’s magic (he still hadn’t learned how to cast a spell without the whole world hearing)—it sounded consistent, like he was slowly moving something heavy, or shielding himself, but something was blocking her from seeing exactly what happened.

They were an hour behind; at full speed, no more than thirty minutes. She just hoped that was enough time to catch up and see what trouble he’d gotten himself into.

* * *

Samael had never had any form of intercourse before. Back on the farm, his childhood sweetheart and he had locked lips a few times, but it had never gone further than that. He’d never even seen her unclothed; all that they had done was tentatively push their lips together, hands awkwardly dangling by their sides.

Of course, he understood the process. Between the glimpses of farm animals he’d seen, the stories he’d heard the men on the farm share, and Tegarus’ awkward attempt at sexual education (she was torn between a desire to keep him innocent and a desire for him to understand as much of the world around him as possible) he had a grasp of the basics.

But nothing had prepared him for the surge of emotions involved. He’d discovered self-pleasure a few years earlier, and that had contained a hint of what he currently felt—lust, passion, the pleasure involved...but as he looked down at Cherry, laying underneath him on the soft grass underneath the magical tree, emotions were flooding into his head, into his heart, and even into the regions his hands had learned to explore when he was alone.

Samael had dismounted his horse and tenderly lifted the princess off hers. He’d laid her down, removed his pants and boots (the only clothes he was still wearing) and lowered himself on top of her.

Cherry’s face was flushed with desire; she kept nervously biting her lip, and the looks that she was giving Samael were creating butterflies in his stomach. He tried to ensure that his face remained confident and in control—after all, he was the leader. It was his role to ensure that no one doubted him, to appear as though he knew exactly what he was doing.

And with that thought in his head, he lined himself up, and entered the princess.

Both Samael and Cherry involuntarily moaned; for Samael, it was pure pleasure. Cherry was wet and warm and soft and oh so willing, and all he felt was bliss as he sunk himself deep inside her. He had never felt anything that even compared to this—it was impressive that he was able to focus enough to keep his mental shield up as he experienced the greatest pleasure he’d ever encountered in his life.

Cherry, too, was feeling pleasure—not only the physical sensations that coursed through her body, but the pleasure in becoming one with the man she loved, in combining their souls and making their love complete. But as well as pleasure, there was pain in her moan—Cherry was untouched, and Samael was large. The combination of pain and exquisite pleasure brought tears to her eyes, and she was just thankful that the pain was already fading, and would soon be completely overpowered by pleasure.

After his sword reached the hilt, Samael paused. Both the princess and himself were breathing heavily, and he wanted to wait a few seconds so they could both adjust to what was a new and overwhelming experience for them. As they lay on the grass, as close as two humans are able to be, Sir Shane coughed nervously.

The teens started; they were so lost in each other that they’d forgotten where they were and who they were with. Cherry turned to her knight protector, even as Samael was inside her.

“What ails you, Sir Shane?”

Sir Shane had been struggling with himself since the pair’s first kiss; on one hand, he was appreciative of their love, and his whole body sung out that it wanted nothing more than to watch them celebrate it, and celebrate it with them. On the other, he had started to feel stirrings down below, the kind that he struggled with every time he saw his father’s bride, and he was certain that he was certainly not supposed to feel them when watching over the princess he had sworn his life to protect.

He’d kept quiet as their hands started exploring each other’s bodies, even as they disrobed, but when he’d seen their young leader enter Princess Cherry, he’d involuntarily imagined himself in the boy’s place, and his guilt had risen to the level where he was unable to hold his tongue any longer.

“My princess,” Sir Shane said, uncharacteristically quietly. “Thou hast a magnificent body...—”

Cherry laughed, cutting him off with musical peals of mirth.

“My liege,” she responded. “You honour me with your words.”

“But thou must understand,” Sir Shane continued, “magnificent though thy body is...—”

Cherry laughed again, but Sir Shane pressed on.

“...thou must understand, we knights are not to be tempted by such treasures. Hath...—”

Cherry laughed once more, causing sensations untold to run through Samael’s body. He was ready to continue what they had started, but was simultaneously enthralled by the peculiarity of the conversation between the young, naked princess in the middle of coitus and the knight protector, sitting upright on his horse, face beet-red.

“Sir Shane,” Cherry said, her voice dripping honey. “Surely you can see it, surely you recognise love? That’s all that’s happening here, and I don’t want you to be embarrassed or feel left out.”

Sessar and Paddon exchanged glances nervously.

“I may be young, but where I hail from, we believe in our women being worldly. I know what it is that men do to relieve themselves, and I know what this sight must be doing to you. I invite you—nay, I command you—to let yourself feel release as you watch this pairing between princess and peasant.”

Paddon went to speak, but Cherry cut him off before he could begin.

“That goes for all of you, and that’s an order from both of us. Isn’t it, Samael?”

Never before had Samael been asked a question by a naked Princess, especially not by one he was currently penetrating, but he suspected that even if he’d had a thousand years of practice, he’d still be unable to refuse any request asked of him by a lady in such a state.

“Of course it is,” he stated assertively. “That’s an order.”

There was a mix of embarrassment and relief in the motions of Sessar, Sir Shane and Paddon, but as they were being commanded to do what their deepest desires were asking them to do anyway, not even a glimmer of resistance came from the three as they dismounted and unbuckled their pants.

Samael turned back to the naked young nymph in front of him, and whispered in her ear...

“Now, where were we?”

Even before he had left the farm, Samael was in good shape. Life on the farm will do that to a boy—he was constantly helping out anyone who could use a boy’s help, which involved a lot of lifting and running. Since he’d left, however, he’d been alternately on horseback for ten hours a day, learning to sword-fight, or running around and trying to save the world.

Where before he’d been in good shape, now Samael was fit as a warrior. Cherry, as a child, had been surrounded by diplomats and traders, at best men of a slender stature; at worst, men wider than they were tall. Her fantasies had been that one of her stable boys would turn out to be a prince, giving her that coveted combination of a royal beau and a man who practically bulged with muscles.

Samael may not have been royal, but his muscles fulfilled all of her childhood fantasies, and more. She watched, entranced, as he used those muscles to effortlessly pump himself in and out of her, until the sensations became too much for her to bear and she lay back and let their union wash over her...

Even had the three men been blind, the event unfolding before them would doubtless have been one of the most erotic of their lives. The short, passionate grunts of Samael, mixed with the high-pitched squeals and low moans of the princess...the sound alone was enough to arouse the dead.

But when combined with the sights—the tiny, slender, golden-skinned teen princess, laying naked, biting her lip, her small breasts bouncing as Samael thrust inside her...the vision of Samael, the thick-set farmer’s boy with a thick mop of sandy hair and a small muscular behind...the combination of the two, as Cherry wrapped her legs around Samael’s frame, as the two of them dripped perspiration and writhed against each other, without ever breaking eye contact...

It was quickly too much for Paddon, and he was the first of the party to find release. His hand, lubricated by a mix of his own sweat and the saliva that he’d deposited into his hand before pleasuring himself, sped up, and with a strange wail he reached climax, a spurt of his seed bursting forward and landing on the princess’s hair.

Paddon’s eyes widened, as he prepared to be chastised for his emission, but Cherry barely even seemed to notice, and Samael was lost in his princess’s eyes.

Within a few seconds, the other standing members of the party were joining suit; perhaps emboldened by Paddon’s choice in target, or interpreting Cherry’s lack of objection as implied consent, they too aimed for the young princess’s hair, and soon her auburn locks were matted with the thick output of Paddon, Sessar and Sir Shane.

As the three men stood there, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience, they couldn’t help but admire Samael’s stamina. They had been able to last more than a few minutes, pleasured only by their own hands, yet Samael wasn’t standing outside the experience and watching, he was inside the pairing, inside the princess, and yet he had managed to outlast the trio.

It wasn’t easy; Samael was gritting his teeth, biting his lip, doing everything he could to think about anything other than Cherry, panting and moaning beneath him. He was trying with all that he had to avoid thinking of how wonderful their embrace was, how utterly sublime the sensations of her young body felt...but just as he’d failed for the past few months to let his mind wander towards anything but Cherry, he was unable to remember any other topic in the universe, anything that could distract him from his current situation.

The idle talk he’d heard about coupling suggested that the ultimate humiliation for a man was to peak too early, and it was this that Samael was determined not to do. More than he’d wanted to be a good leader, more than he’d ever wanted to impress anyone else in his life, Samael wanted to impress Cherry (especially in this, their first time) and so he was determined to avoid prematurely finishing.

Her eyes weren’t helping—the rest of her body was perfection personified, but somehow Samael couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from hers. It was if when he stared into her eyes, he could see what made her, the very core of the girl underneath him, her entire being, her soul.

And of course, he could see the love that filled her, the pure love she felt for him.

To Samael’s surprise, Cherry was the one to break eye-contact with him. Her eyes suddenly rolled back in her head, and her mouth started producing guttural sounds, like those of an angry bull, or a man about to be sick. Samael momentarily panicked—had he broken her? Was she injured? Surely no one this size was supposed to take someone as large as him inside of her...— but before his mind could get too carried away, her mouth broke into an enormous smile, and some of the foulest language Samael had ever heard started spewing from her mouth.

Samael looked up worriedly, unconsciously seeking advice from the older men, and was quickly comforted by the knowing smiles of Sessar and Sir Shane. It seemed that whatever was happening was nothing to be worried about; their expressions seemed to suggest it was something he should be proud of.

And then Samael stopped thinking, as the convulsions that he’d heard coming out of Cherry’s mouth travelled down her body until they reached the area of their union, and his entire world turned white.

All the self-control in the world couldn’t possibly have posed a defence against the vibrations and sudden tightness that Samael abruptly felt; his mind could have been filled with nothing but images of small children being maimed, and he still would have felt that same familiar tightness in his stomach, the feeling he’d only ever encountered when he had been alone and confident that no one would catch him in the next few minutes.

Samael’s head rolled back as he bellowed with lust, and unloaded himself inside the princess.

A few minutes later, Samael felt his brain being returned to him, and he rolled over and smiled. He was glad that his grandfather had taken the time out to train him, else an experience like that would almost certainly have resulted in his shield being dropped. But even after that, the most intense experience he’d ever encountered in his young life, the shield was still up, and the flowers were being kept at bay.

He looked down at Cherry; she looked like she was still recovering from their shared embrace too, lying next to him on the ground, a smile upon her face and her hand casually toying with her pubic hair. As if she could sense his eyes upon her, she looked up, and her smile broke out into a grin.

“Not bad, farm boy.” she said.

“You either, princess.” Samael replied, feeling closer to her than he’d ever felt to anyone in his life.

To his surprise, despite the intensity of his orgasm, Samael was still erect. Whenever he’d experienced this by himself in the past, it was followed immediately be a period of recovery (which, if he was alone for long enough, was often followed by a second round of self-pleasure.)

The princess noticed at the same time as he did, and a smile returned to her face.

As if reading their minds, Sessar broke in.

“Tempting though it is, your highness, we should keep moving. We don’t want to end up like...”

Sessar’s sentence was finished with a wave of his hand, gesturing to the multitude of animals surrounding them, continuing to mate.

“Don’t be silly!” the princess replied, the hint of laughter never leaving her voice. “These animals are under the effect of the tree’s flowers; Samael’s powers have stopped the flowers from affecting us, so we know that we’re acting completely out of our own free will. If we decide to stay for the rest of the day and fornicate, we know that it’s our own decision, not because of some silly tree.”

Sessar shuffled uncomfortably, unconvinced, but before he could reply, Cherry noticed the thick matting in her hair, caused by her colleague’s output.

The three men watched with bated breath, wondering if she would be angry, reprimand them. Instead, she tentatively dabbed it with her hand, and then brought her curls to her mouth, tasting it.

A broad smile broke out, and she realised what she’d earlier been too oblivious to observe.

“Now,” she added finally, “it’s your turn.”

Paddon had been watching the lions, his hand continuing to play with his still-erect member. Sir Shane had been bent over, ready to put his pants back on, and Samael had been watching the flowers drift across his mental shield, as if they were being blown gently by the wind while floating on a lake.

At Cherry’s last words, all of their heads snapped towards her. She suddenly had everyone’s attention, and seemed to delight in that fact as she went on.

“Fornicating, rutting, making love...well, it’s all in the name, isn’t it? It’s about love! And while I love Samael—I think I’ve always loved Samael—that doesn’t mean I don’t love you, Sessar, or you, Paddon, or especially you, Sir Shane.”

“The gods have given us sex as a way of expressing love, and especially now that I know how amazing it can feel, I want to express it with you—all of you. Now.”

Before Samael could work out exactly how he felt about this new information, before Sessar could work out the morality of the situation, before Sir Shane could compose a sentence, before Paddon could even comprehend what Cherry had said so far, she continued.

“At the same time, if we can.”


	Chapter 3

_They just aren’t going as fast as I’d like them to_ , thought Tegarus, not knowing that her young student was having almost the exact opposite thought at that same moment.

While Tegarus was referring simply to speed, Samael was watching as three of his closest friends, three men he whole-heartedly loved, prepared to simultaneously engage in intercourse with the girl he adored more than anything else in the world.

They were just going faster than he’d like them to, he thought, referring both to his companion’s enthusiastic advances and recent events in general. He was happy and excited for Cherry, but hadn’t even had a chance to reflect on what had just happened, let alone what was about to commence.

Tegarus, too, was referring to her traveling companions, but her issue with speed was that they weren’t going to catch up with the other party fast enough. It was no one’s fault; one horse had stumbled, Sarah had accidentally gotten part of her top caught on a stray branch...but the fact of the matter was that something strange was going on, and she wanted to be there as soon as possible...preferably immediately.

She mentally communed with her master, Hamish the Sorcerer, and he agreed with her desire for speed. Falling to the back of the party, she tied her horse up, and seconds later, an eagle was flying where Tegarus had previously stood.

Tremors and hints of Samael’s emotions were filtering through their connection; even though she couldn’t see where he was or what he was doing, due to the shield he inexplicably had up, she could tell he was...uneasy. Worried. Not panicking or outright scared, but his uneasiness was, in turn, making Tegarus uneasy.

She flapped her majestic wings, and attempting to cover the distance between them as quickly as possible. If anything happened to Samael, she knew that she’d never be able to forgive herself.

* * *

“The value of a man cannnot, of course, be measured by anything less than the depth of his soul, and the various components that make it up—his loyalty, his passion, his ability to reason and his ability to love.

“These things are nigh unmeasurable by all but the gods...but if, as some people say, the value of a man’s soul could be measured by physical component alone—if there were any truth to the taunts of children and drunken men, that the length and girth of a man’s member truly did represent his worth...”

Cherry paused, and took a second to lovingly study the three erections in front of her. Only with her eyes, for the moment, but she knew that soon enough she’d be studying them with her hands and mouth as well, and not long after that with other parts of her skin. Once her brief assessment was complete, she continued.

“...then I can assure you, all three of you would pass with flying colors. Such specimens of man must be rare indeed, and I consider myself privileged to be able to commune with such fine gentlemen.”

Sir Shane huffed up his chest, but before he could reply with one of his long, wordy speeches, Cherry interrupted.

“And, of course, I consider myself nigh on blessed to be able to have such direct contact with your...representatives.”

Again cutting Sir Shane off before he could launch into a lengthy thanks, Cherry chose him to be the first recipient of her more thorough examination. The knight’s eyes bulged as he felt the young princess’s mouth close over his exposed erection. When she started bobbing up and down, he unwillingly let out a long moan.

“Princess!” he started, but his eyes rolled back in his head and he was silenced as she starting getting her tongue involved as well.

Samael stood back uneasily, watching as his beloved redhead reached out her two hands and started to fondle both Sessar and Paddon. He breathed deeply, and was surprised by how much it calmed him—there was need to be jealous, he immediately realized. The princess had clearly stated that she loved him the most, and she had expressed it by giving him the honor of being the first to part her royal folds.

No, this wasn’t anything to be worried about. He was the leader, the dominant male—he had been the first to mark his territory, and now he was choosing to share his woman with his lessers. They were visibly grateful, and equally obviously a little bit scared of him; Paddon was throwing him semi-regular worried looks, attempting to visually confirm that everything was okay.

Samael sat back and decided to enjoy the show. He idly stroked his growing member, and appreciated the sight of the sexy young redhead on her knees in front of three men, fellating one and stroking the others. The erotic experience, he soon realized, was slightly enhanced by an added element of comedy—the three men were simultaneously rolling their eyes back, their mouths slack-jawed, looking altogether ridiculous.

The only thing that could improve his current position, he realized, was if another female were nearby to administer to his erection. Still, one cannot have everything, and after Cherry had taken on the three men, he was sure she’d be open to another session with him.

It was at this moment that Tegarus broke through the shield.

* * *

She’d been flying for no more than a few minutes when she reached them—able to fly in a straight line, it had taken her a fraction of the fifteen minutes it would take the rest of the party. She’d landed on a strange tree, and watched the strange orb below for a few minutes.

It was obvious, even if she couldn’t hear it with her mind, that the shape below was the shield that Samael was putting up. She couldn’t see into it; for some reason, it was covered in flowers, and it looked like the tree was...it looked like the tree was deliberately dropping more and more flowers onto it by the second, as if the tree was able to sense life, as if the flowers were...

The eagle brain was slower than Tegarus’s; if she’d been in her normal human body, it would have taken no time at all to connect the dots, but she’d been sitting on the branch for almost five minutes before she recognized the tree.

“Blast!” she thought, and flew straight up, out of reach of the tree’s spores.

She’d only once directly experienced a Tarandian tree before, and that had been over a thousand years ago. Tegarus wracked her brain, trying to remember how long it took the flower’s scent to take effect, and what (if anything) she could do to combat it.

Escaping its range was an option that crossed her mind, but she knew she couldn’t just leave Samael and the others to battle its effects alone. Clearly Samael had managed to protect himself and his colleagues from it; that must have been what made him so uneasy, the view of more and more flowers falling upon him, blotting out the sun, and the growing worry of how he was going to escape...

Tegarus knew exactly what she had to do. She had to go through the shield, in her human form—she risked being slightly affected by the flowers, but once she was inside, she’d be safe, and between the two of them, her student and her would be able to work out a plan.

She only hoped it wasn’t too late...

* * *

Samael had never before noticed how attractive the older woman was. Her face was flushed; she’d clearly exerted a lot of effort breaking through his shield, and he was so distracted by the goings-on around him that he hadn’t even noticed her intrusion. Her red face, the way she panted, the sweat that he could see on her exposed neck...it reminded him of how Cherry had looked not half an hour earlier.

It reminded him of sex.

Fortunately, he reflected, his shield protected them all from the effects of the tree’s flowers; otherwise he may have thought there to be something strange about this newfound lust he felt for Tegarus. If he hadn’t made sure that the tree had no way of influencing them, he could have been worried about the images running through his head: images of the sorceress on her back, nude; images of him pounding into her, bringing her to orgasm as he filled her up with his seed...

As it was, he knew that he was simply taking a leaf out of his true love’s book—he’d always loved Tegarus. Except for Cherry, it was the truest and the strongest love he’d ever felt, and the princess’s words had been so true that he’d instantly felt them down to his bones—if you loved someone, sex was the best way to express it.

Without a word, he crossed to where the sorceress had entered. He didn’t question her, he didn’t allow her to speak, he just reached forward and brushed her hair out of the way, and then passionately kissed her.

It wasn’t more than a second before he felt her kissing back.

* * *

Cherry hadn’t felt this energized in years—some part of her wondered why her jaw wasn’t getting tired as she enthusiastically took the large Knight’s girth within her mouth, but the rest of her chased the thought away with the realization that it must have simply been because of the love that she could feel rushing through her body. She could feel love tingling from the ends of her toes to her scalp, and she could especially feel it wherever her body was making contact with her three gentlemen friends.

So absorbed in the challenge she’d taken on, she didn’t notice the appearance of Tegarus, nor did she notice Samael’s reaction...but even if she did, she likely wouldn’t have cared.

Limited though her experience was, she was still able to recognize the warning twitches of the man in her mouth, and she pulled Sir Shane out just before he began to gush. She aimed his offering straight at her face, and was rewarded with several spurts of his precious seed, the first hitting her straight in the eye, the rest landing on her naked golden shoulders.

Her other two partners were not yet anywhere near conclusion—without the direct stimulation that her mouth had provided Sir Shane, their previous climax was too recent for another orgasm to arrive promptly. Cherry’s nose wiggled mischievously as she realized how she could remedy that, and she left Sir Shane to recover as she began alternating her oral favors between Paddon and the large black man.

She was surprised by how much she was enjoying the feeling of fullness between her lips, the sensations radiating throughout her body as her tongue ran up and down the two men’s shafts. She’d known that she had a deep, enduring love for Sir Shane, ever since he’d declared himself her Knight and made her feel protected at such a time when she had never before felt so lost and alone.

But while her admiration for Sessar and Paddon had always been present, it wasn’t until she could feel them deep within her mouth and even brushing up against her throat that she’d realized how strong for them her love must be. Every movement that they made, every breath she took with their coarse public hair against her nostrils...it only served to amplify and strengthen her love, and constantly forced her to rededicate herself to her task.

She was going to get the men she loved off with all of her passion, all of her energy. It was the right thing to do.

After she’d released him from her mouth, Sir Shane had staggered back. Like Samael just a few minutes before him, the large knight was feeling uneasy, uncomfortable, and unsure that he was taking the correct path of action. He had sworn to protect the young princess, and he was unsure that allowing her to bring him off within her mouth was the actions of someone taking such a vow.

He took a deep breath to calm himself, and, just as Samael had, quickly realized that was doing nothing taboo—she was happy, and part of his role was to ensure his protectee’s happiness. As he watched the young girl make the two other male members of his party happy, he felt himself once more growing down below.

If the princess required his hardness inside her to make her happy, then by his vow, he would help her in any way he could.


	Chapter 4

As her tongue snaked its way into her burly student’s mouth, Tegarus face a struggle inside her own mind. An onslaught of thoughts hit her all at once...this wasn’t right, she knew it, but there was too much going on in her brain to work out exactly why, or exactly what was wrong.

She was sure that feeling her student’s stiffness against her leg wasn’t right, but she couldn’t quite work out why. The flowers that she’d brushed against as she entered the shield had left her skin tingling all over, and the tingling feeling had started to work its way inside her head, clouding her thoughts...and it was quickly spreading to her privates, amplifying the sensations that Samael’s tongue was causing in her mouth.

No, he shouldn’t be hard, she knew that. At least, she shouldn’t feel his hardness...against her leg. Yes, that was it. Hardness should be embraced with the hand, not left dangling uselessly, pining for a warm embrace.

As she reached down and expertly manipulated Samael’s erection, her brain moved onto solving the next problem. Her student...shouldn’t be naked. Surely that was wrong. But why? She quickly realized the issue: she was fully clothed and he was not.

An easy problem to solve.

Samael moaned in frustration as she removed her hand from his member, but when that same hand set to taking off her armor and the clothing underneath, his moan went from disgruntled to anticipatory.

The only other problem that Tegarus’s addled brain could focus on was the overwhelming feeling of lust she was experiencing. She knew that there was something wrong with lusting after her student like this, but exactly what that was seemed to be escaping her for the moment, and so she let her mind rest, turning it off and sinking into the moment.

“Flawless,” Samael murmured into Tegarus’s mouth. Hers was the sec on d naked form he’d ever seen, but already he was developing a taste for the nude form, and learning what qualities in a woman’s body turned him on.

Tegarus had almost all of them. It was unbelievable that she was thousands of years old—her figure rivalled Cherry’s, still a teenager. Where Cherry had small breasts, tipped off by little pink nipples, Tegarus’s bosom was large, and her nipples were equally enormous. Samael had never heard the word “areola”, and so couldn’t know that it described what he was admiring—the brown discoloration around the sorceress’s large, thick nipples.

They seemed to defy both age and gravity; without even a hint of sag, they sat proudly and firmly on her chest, inviting...nay, begging him to touch them. Samael pulled back from the kiss, and his eyes lingered on the older woman’s breasts for a long while, before she was overcome with passion once more, and pulled him back into an lip-locking embrace.

His strong muscled and hairy chest were fueling her lust. As one hand ran up and down his chest, the other reached behind and grasped his behind. Suddenly she realized what the problem was: she shouldn’t be feeling lust like this without doing anything about it. She was a woman of action, not one to stand around and let her emotions get the better of her.

It was another seemingly insurmountable problem with a simple solution.

Her student’s large erection was poking against her stomach—it was no effort at all to stand on her toes and redirect it. For the second time in an hour, Samael felt himself sinking into a female’s wetness; his sensitive head sending jolts of excitement throughout his entire body, his shaft slowly being absorbed by the older woman’s folds, until their pubic hair mingled.

She was less tight than Cherry had been, but somehow much hotter, and a great feeling of warmth filled and surrounded him. He twirled her around and threw her against the shield that his mind continued to create. He was going to make fast, passionate love to the sorceress…and he was going to do it standing up.

With every thrust, Tegarus let out a deep cry of pleasure. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt a man’s touch, a man deep inside her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been treated this roughly during sex...and she definitely couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this good. Her orgasm built slowly, as Samael continued to pound deeply inside her.

It was different than it had been with the princess, Samael realized. She was so much more experienced, seemed to know more instantly what she wanted. She was a larger woman, too, and he was surprised by how much of a difference that was making—he didn’t feel like he was going to break Tegarus, and indeed the rougher he was, the more she seemed to enjoy it. It wasn’t better or worse, he eventually realized...it was just different.

He glanced over at his princess—she was in his thoughts, even as he pounded Tegarus against the wall of his shield. He looked just in time to see his colleagues Paddon and Sessar simultaneously ejaculate onto her face; he grinned at the sight of her wide, broad grin as their salty emissions hit her. She looked back at him for a moment and winked, and even as he turned his attention back to the woman in front of him, he enjoyed their brief connection.

Tegarus’s face was contorted in pleasure; all thoughts had exited her mind as she approached a powerful climax—all she could think about was the young, muscled stud who was casually pounding her, roughly intermingling his juices with hers. Her eyes were tightly shut, even as she moaned “Samael” over and over, perverse thoughts filling her head as she yearned for her student to fill her up.

Perhaps it was the comparative looseness of the sorceress’s portal, perhaps it was the feeling of complete control it gave him, perhaps it was the fact that he’d already orgasmed just minutes ago, but Samael felt no pressing desire to reach completion at the same time as the woman he was inside. She was anything but quiet about it; her loud climax drew the attention of several animals nearby, as well as their four companions inside the shield, even as they prepared for the triple penetration of the princess.

When her wailing had ceased, and she came down proper from her orgasm, Tegarus sat there quietly for a few seconds, before finally mustering up the strength to speak.

She opened her eyes drowsily, and smiled at her student.

“Behind,” she said.

“What’s that?” Samael asked.

“Behind,” mumbled the sorceress. Her orgasm had not helped clear her mind at all, and she was still in a groggy state, unable to think clearly. “I’ll show you how to take me...from behind.”

Samael smiled. Tegarus had been teaching him things since they’d met…he was glad that he was going to enter this chapter of his life with her continuing to teach him new and exciting skills—especially since Cherry looked like she already understood the mechanics of this particular activity. He didn’t want to appear backwards or unconfident in front of her.

“Excellent.” Samael said with a smile. “How do we begin?”

* * *

“Yes...” the sorceress Tegarus moaned, as she felt the tip of her student’s manhood split open her rear passage. “Slowly...yes, slowly...oh Gods, Samael, you’re fantastic...”

Samael beamed at the sorceress’s praise. Since they’d met, he’d been trying to impress her, and finally he felt as though he could be truly proud of himself. By all accounts, he was quite good at this whole “sex” thing—she seemed to not only be impressed by his skill and staying power, but by his girth as well.

Her words of encouragement ringing in his ears, Samael slowly pushed forward. Tegarus was silenced, overcome by the sensation of feeling her rear filled up with the young man’s member. She hadn’t been taken from behind since...well, since the last time she’d found the lust-causing flowers, but it was everything she remembered it to be, and since that occasion so long ago, she’d spent many a night pleasuring herself, recalling the sensations.

Princess Cherry was feeling a similar sensation, not five yards away, but unlike the elderly sorceress, the young Princess was feeling it for the first time.

“Push, Paddon!” she cried in ecstacy, “push! Slowly, mind you, but do not hesitate! Your princess demands it!”

“But...Princess,” the young archer replied anxiously, “I do not wish to hurt you!”

“Believe me,” the princess said, the hint of laughter present on her voice even in the highly-charged situation, “I’ll be the one hurting you if you don’t do as I say!”

The princess was operating on auto-pilot now, using retorts that her mind had stored from years of banter with friends (and particularly from the months of back-and-forth banter she’d recently shared with her true love, Samael)—the majority of her consciousness was not on what was coming out of her mouth, but more on what was about to go into it.

Sessar was standing in front of her, waiting patiently for her to adjust to the men on either side of her, defiling her young body at her express command. Her knight protector, Sir Shane, had been assigned the duty of filling the hole that Samael had left gaping just minutes earlier, and the immediacy with which he had agreed to his task was a testament to his loyalty.

Her sex already well-lubricated, the enormous knight had slipped in easily, and Cherry had spent a few minutes simply appreciating the feeling of his thickness sliding in and out of her. Rather than let herself get distracted from the task at hand, however, she’d instructed the huge man to lie down, so that she could lower herself onto him, and allow young Paddon to penetrate her from behind.

Having never been used in such a manner, not even by her hand or inanimate objects, the princess had expected the task to be a great one. Her relaxed nature, however, combined with the relative slenderness of Paddon’s member meant that it was all going much more smoothly than she’d expected, and indeed the most challenging part of the experience was coaxing Paddon to increase his speed.

“Please, Paddon!” she moaned with need, “just do it!”

Finally, Paddon stopped holding back and commenced doing what he’d secretly been wanting to do for many a week now. He pushed forward, and was almost overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations that the young princess’s behind caused in him.

Without any awareness of what t’other was doing, Paddon and his close friend Samael both plumbed their partners’ depths at the same time, and sat for a few seconds to catch their breath and appreciate the feeling of warmth and tightness.

It was Paddon’s first time inside anything other than Princess Cherry’s mouth, and he was blown away by the sensation—Samael, by contrast, was very slightly more experienced, having made love now to two different women, but there was something deliciously nasty about intercourse with the older woman’s rear, and it didn’t take long before he started pumping in and out enthusiastically.

Tegarus was in ecstasy—the virile young man pumping away at her under-appreciated behind was causing sensations untold, which combined with her fingers playing with her womanhood had her on the brink of another orgasm within minutes.

“I love you, Samael!” she cried, as her body pulsed in time with her student’s hardness, and her hand dove deeper and deeper into her wetness.

“I love you too!” he replied, and the stimulation caused him to unleash inside the sorceress. The feeling of his seed exploding into her bowels set her off as well, and the pair cried out in simultaneous orgasm.

“Wow,” Samael said, pulling out slowly.

“Wow,” Tegarus agreed, collapsing onto the ground and leaning against the edge of Samael’s shield.

“Wow,” they said simultaneously, as they noticed what the Princess Cherry was doing.

She had adjusted to the men pounding each side of her body, and was now fellating Sessar with full enthusiasm. At first Samael was worried for her, but he quickly realized that her body’s sporadic spasms weren’t from pain, but from sheer pleasure.

The princess was almost overwhelmed; the alternating thrusts of Paddon and Sir Shane, her knight reaching up and rubbing her clit, Paddon reaching around and tweaking her young, erect nipples...if that wasn’t enough, Sessar had grown impatient with her distracted attempts at pleasuring him, and was now simply slamming his manhood into her mouth, holding her ears and using her face as nothing but a wet orifice.

She was in heaven.

These were the men that she loved, but she suspected that even if they’d been complete strangers, she still would have been in the throes of pleasure. Being used like this, it was...surprisingly freeing.

Cherry had always been in complete control—as a princess, she got her own way, and if she didn’t then she fired people or simply wailed until her orders were being obeyed once more. When her father had promised to marry her off, she’d been unwilling to relinquish control, and run away. The only people in her young life that she’d been unable to order about were the group that she’d unwillingly found herself traveling with, but even they had pretty quickly become tolerable.

Now that she and Samael had pronounced their love for one another, she knew on some level that she’d be able to control him—not as directly and immediately as she’d been able to command her servants, when she was nought but a princess, but she knew that Samael would do as she wanted, when she wanted. It was the way of things.

And so as someone who had always had complete control over every aspect of her life, this feeling, this complete lack of control, being used solely for someone else’s pleasure...it was empowering. She had no hand in her own fate, she was no longer at the wheel of her own destiny.

And she loved it.

Barely able to think, let alone move, Cherry just tried to match the rhythm of the three men using her body. She tried to ensure that they were getting as much pleasure as they could from her young, sweat-soaked body, but at this point she could have been unconscious and the three men still would have filled her up, pumped their man-seed into her, used her body until they orgasmed, over and over again.

Cherry was almost an incidental afterthought in the orgy, and she couldn’t believe how much that fact turned her on.

She thought about being used night in, night out, just being used for her body, lying there limp and being filled up by countless men, strangers, her own pleasure irrelevant. The images flashing through her head quickly caused her to begin tensing up in orgasm—as if a testament to the thought process that had brought her there, the three men showed no signs of noticing her orgasm, no signs of caring. It was so hot that she found herself coming again straight away.

Mere feet away, Tegarus felt the fog start to lift slightly. Two powerful orgasms had released her mind...she still wasn’t capable of cohesive, higher-level thinking, but she was able to use her brain at least a little, and she found herself wondering what had brought the princess to allow her body to be violated like that.

She, of course, had made love to Samael because...her brain faltered at that complicated thought, but she was determined to follow the thought pattern through. She took a deep breath, to clear her mind.

She’d made love to Samael, because...as his teacher, it was her job to educate him about such things. Anal sex was, if he was going to be a good husband to Cherry, a necessary skill for him to acquire. So yes, it had made perfect sense for her to allow Samael to use her body like that.

Her orgasm had been an unintended side-effect...but not necessarily an unwelcome one.

Princess Cherry, however, had no such excuse—surely she knew that Tegarus was the obvious choice to educate Samael on all things sexual. So why then had she seemingly lost her senses and started pleasuring the majority of their party?

Tegarus didn’t know, but she was determined to find out.

Closing her eyes, she released her consciousness, and sent it towards Princess Cherry.

It was difficult to get in, at first. The three lustful men surrounding her were all concentrating on the young princess’s body, particularly whichever orifice they were engaged with. It made it difficult to find Cherry; once or twice Tegarus thought she’d found an entrance to the princess’s mind, and lunged forward, only to bounce back off a projection.

Interestingly, even as their physical bodies were interacting with the princess, each of the men had a slightly different vision of the girl they were making love to. To Paddon, the princess was holy and pure—a direct contrast to the female being plugged in all three holes, but his perception of her ignored the mud, the red flush over her entire body. He was making love to the ideal “girl next door”, and was somehow able to continue picturing that even as he watched her engage in intercourse with three men simultaneously.

To Sir Shane, the Princess represented innocence as well, but a more authoritative version—he was focussed on the “royal” part of the royal beauty as he felt her slide up and down his member. The classic “princess trapped in a tower, rewarding her rescuer” was what he saw—the mud was still there, as well as the two other men, but to the big knight’s mind, Cherry was the epitome of regal beauty, complete with crown and robe.

And Sessar, in contrast to the other two, didn’t see Princess Cherry as an innocent beauty—in fact, he barely even saw her as a princess. The true appeal of the young lady didn’t lie in her royal trappings or innocent smile, but in her eagerness, her enthusiasm. To his mind, he was being sucked by a rough, rosy-cheeked girl—he saw her skill with horses, her willingness to jump into battle. The rest of her trappings fell away in his vision of the young lady.

Sessar’s vision was accurate, though whether it was more accurate than the other two was hard to say. Cherry was an innocent, enthusiastic princess, though as she lay there, barely moving as the three men rutted away at her body, none of those traits were at the fore. Tegarus didn’t spend too much time contemplating this, and eventually saw the real princess underneath, and dove in forcefully.

As a fact-finding mission, it was unsuccessful—since her first two had come upon her, Cherry had been experiencing a non-stop chain of orgasms. Her brain was mush, and what little consciousness was still functioning was visualising herself, a projection different to all three men’s—she just saw herself as a body, nothing but bosom and butt and flower of womanhood. She saw her sweat only as lubricant, her tongue only as a tool for men’s pleasure, and her royal status was only relevant if it somehow played into a man’s fantasy.

Unfortunately, due to the force with which Tegarus had accessed the princess’s mind, she was unable to easily detach. She’d broken through with such vigor that it was impossible to just turn around and go back, and while she attempted to find a way out, the sorceress saw what Cherry saw...and felt what Cherry felt.

Orgasm after orgasm, pusling through the young girl’s body. The feeling of rough hands all over her young body—her nipples, standing to attention, beacons of pleasure. Paddon’s meat, pounding deeply into her bowels...Sessar, hitting the back of her throat...and Sir Shane, his thickness deserving of being envied all over the land.

On some level, somehow, the young princess was aware of her love watching her, and that only served to add to her pleasure, knowing that even without feeling his touch (or him feeling hers), she was able to serve her love, able to arouse him and bring him off.

It was no more than a minute before she managed to find an escape from the princess’s brain, but even a brief stay in that prison of pleasure was enough to powerfully effect Tegarus, and when her mind returned to her own body, she knew that she had to do something. She knew that somehow, for her own sake if not everyone else’s, she had to do one thing.

She had to make sure that she was the center of her party’s pleasure, just like Cherry was.

When Tegarus opened her own eyes, she was surprised to find her mouth wrapped around Samael’s member. Some part of her felt that she should have been annoyed about that, the fact that he’d used her body without telling her, but she had to admit that she was proud of him, proud of his capability of seeing what he wanted and taking it.

Besides, after feeling how much pleasure Cherry was getting out of it, a man in her mouth was exactly what Tegarus wanted at that moment anyway.

As she breathed deeply through her nostrils, her mouth preoccupied with Samael’s pleasure, Tegarus reached down and slowly started to insert her own fist into her dripping hole.

It wasn’t the same as being used by three men, but it was as close as she could get at that moment.


	Chapter 5

“Don’t move any closer!” Hamish warned, as the party rounded the corner and spotted the tree. “That’s a Tarandian tree—one whiff of its flowers’ scent, and you’ll be a sex-crazed lunatic.

“I’ve seen it before.”

Jesse’s fingers twitched. Tarandian flowers were infamous in the black markets; one hadn’t been spotted for centuries, but a pouch of their spores could be sold for enough to retire on. Enough to retire on, with enough left over to buy most of the country.

The ability to have any woman sex-crazed, hungry for your member...a lot of wealthy men would pay a lot of gold to get their hands on something like that.

Stephos shuddered at the idea of giving into his carnal nature like that. He was already susceptible to sinful thoughts (most of them revolving around Sarah, the woman on the horse beside him)—he didn’t need something to amplify them.

“Can we go around it?” he asked.

Sarah laughed.

“Don’t you see, you fool? This is what happened to Samael’s party. They’re probably under there now, naked as the day they were born, enjoying each other’s fruits.”

Stephos dropped to his knees and started his rituals. The image of the princess naked had sprung into his mind, out of his control, and he knew that he had to make peace with his god before they could continue.

“Where’s Teg?” Sampson asked, scanning the skies. He’d been a simple blacksmith before following Tegarus and Samael on their quest, and excelled at keeping his mind on one simple task at a time.

Hamish cursed, and spat on the ground, remembering the last time they’d encountered a tree. He’d been lucky enough to avoid its spores, but he remembered finding his muse, looking into her lust-filled eyes, hearing her beg for him to make love to her...

“She’s in there,” he said, pointing at the bulging mass of flowers. “They all are. My guess is that Samael thought a shield would protect them from the flowers, but he didn’t realize that it wouldn’t stop the smell...and the smell is what gets you.”

“And Teg?” Alex asked. The huge man was staring at the flowers curiously. He’d heard the myths and rumours that surrounded the rare, magical flowers—he had no desire to fall under their spell, but he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to allow himself to let go, to unleash his animal side entirely.

“She’s...” Hamish hesitated, hoping that he was wrong, that Tegarus hadn’t remembered how pleasurable the Tarandian spores had been last time, hoping that she hadn’t given into the memory and let herself be taken again. “She must be in there too, but hopefully she’s protected.”

“Protected how?” Stephos spat, having finished his ritual. “There’s no protection again sin!”

“Well, you’d better hope that’s not true,” Hamish said slowly.

“Because we’re going in there as well.”

* * *

They camped uphill, out of reach of the flowers until the sun went down. Hamish’s plan was simple; he knew that the Tarandian trees only spawned a limited number of flowers before they needed to rest and recover. Already the majority of the tree’s bloom was gone, and so it had turned into a simple waiting game.

“We should be safe here,” the elderly sorcerer pondered. “If the tree was at full capacity, it could easily propel flowers to where we are now, but it’s already used most of its powers.

“All we have to watch out for is its scent.”

Alex looked up at this. A strong, direct man, he shied at the thought of any form of hidden enemy. He liked his foes to be out in the open, where he could freely strike at them.

“Its scent?” he asked.

Hamish simply nodded.

“Touching the flowers can fog the mind and enhance the senses, but the smell is what you have to be truly wary of. The smell gets inside your head, inside your loins. One whiff, and you are unable to think of anything but love-making, of nudity. Your brain is taken over by lust, and every thought you have is erotically charged.”

Everyone stayed well clear of the flowers after that.

The tree had thrown a few flowers in their direction, but as if it realized that it couldn’t affect them, had quickly turned back to the growing sphere directly below it, and continued to add to the enormous pile of flowers.

* * *

As Hamish and his party had been setting up camp, inside Samael’s shield, everyone was starting to run out of steam. While Alex and Jesse had been collecting wood, Cherry had finally passed out from the pleasure of having three men inside of her at once, and soon the three men pumping into her body had each reached their climax separately. And while the sun finished going down, Samael had come inside his teacher for the second time, triggering her own orgasm.

Now the six of them had come together and lay on the ground, panting. Cherry had come to, and there was an unspoken consensus; they all wanted to continue showing their love for each other, but they weren’t physically up to the task. Samael had shifted his shield slightly so that it covered the trunk of the tree, and it was there that he lay, trying to come up with a solution to the group’s problem.

His hand drifted down to his pocket (he’d put his pants on again, if only to stop his teacher from pawing at his exhausted member. Despite being too tired to do much with it, she enjoyed seeing it hard, knowing that she was the one who had caused the erection.) and suddenly grasped the solution.

The mystical Orb, the cause for their pilgrimage in the first place! He could use it to replenish not only himself, but his entire party.

Samael tried to act nonchalant; he knew that his teacher would object to using the Orb for anything other than its intended purpose. But once she was refreshed, perhaps she’d appreciate his problem-solving skills. Perhaps she’d appreciate it by...

Shaking his head, Samael tried not to get ahead of himself. Slowly, subtlely, he reached down and grasped the Orb. He mentally willed for everyone to be refreshed—as he did, he could hear the noise of his own spell, and his teacher looked over.

Her head suddenly clear, she widened her eyes in shock.

“Samael, no!” she cried, lunging forward. But it was too late.

Outside Samael’s shield, the second party was preparing for bed when it happened. All they saw was a glowing white light, growing larger and larger. Hamish looked at it, his eyes narrowed, but before he could do anything, he heard the noises.

One noise was Samael’s spell, to recharge the party. The other, much harder to hear noise, was Tegarus, attempting to counter it.

Unfortunately, by the time her counter reached him, Samael’s spell was already complete. Instead, it countered the last spell he’d cast—the shield that protected them from the shower.

The effort with which she’d countered it caused a minor explosion, and as everyone in Hamish’s camp was watching the white light, it suddenly disappeared, and all that they could see was a multitude of flowers flying toward them.

Hamish raised one hand and managed to protect himself from immediate contact, but made the same mistake that Samael had made—his shield prevented any of the flowers from directly touching his skin and mixing up his brain, but did nothing to stop the scent of the flower wafting towards him, getting into his nostrils and immediately increasing his sex drive.

Cursing, Hamish looked at the base of the tree, where his student stood, an embarrassed look upon his face.

“Whoops,” Samael said.

“Whoops is right!” Hamish replied, storming towards him. “Just look at what you’ve done!”

Following the old man’s gesture, Samael looked at the camp that his grandmaster’s party had spent the night setting up. Jesse, Alex, Stephos, Sarah and Sampson had only been hit by the flowers a few seconds ago, but already Sarah was beginning to shed her clothing frantically. Instead of the shocked and guilty looks Samael would have expected from the menfolk of the party, they shared a look of sheer lust.

Samael could tell that it would be seconds at most before everyone was naked, and within a minute Sarah would likely have taken a member up each and every hole.

Of course, from the looks on their faces, no one involved seemed to have a problem with the inevitable course of events he’d set into motion.

“You foolish boy!”

“It wasn’t his fault, master.” Tegarus interjected. “It was the tree...”

Hamish lowered his mental shield as his muse walked towards him. Unlike Samael, she hadn’t seen the need to reclothe after their intercourse was complete, and try as he might, Hamish couldn’t ignore the effects of the pollen coursing through his system.

Tegarus was an extremely attractive woman. Tall, large, extremely curvy...and the seductive look in her eyes just amplified her already ample qualities. Hamish tried to remind himself that this was his muse, his travelling companion of the last fifteen hundred years...but for the moment, all he could see was that she was a woman.

“The tree made us do such wicked, wicked things,” Tegarus said, her walk emphasising the sway of her hips, her long legs. Each word she uttered seemed to cause her ample bosom to bounce, and Hamish was sweating at the effort of keeping his eyes on hers, and not glancing down at his muse’s bouncing breasts.

“Don’t get mad at Samael. It affected all of us...” her voice was a seductive whisper now, and Hamish could focus on nothing but the words coming out of her mouth. She reached down and grabbed his crotch. “Oh, master...by the feel of it, it’s affected you too.”

“Well,” Hamish muttered uncomfortably. “You’re a very attractive...damn it Tegarus, stand up!”

Tegarus had knelt in front of her elderly master, and freed his hardness from the robes that he wore.

Perhaps if he hadn’t been staring, almost entranced, at the sight of his muse heartily swallowing him down, he would have noticed. Perhaps if Samael hadn’t been pulling his own member out to further enjoy the display in front of him, he could have put a shield up and protected his grandmaster. And perhaps if Tegarus hadn’t been such a dedicated fellatist, determined to give all her attention to her master’s pleasure, she would have looked up and seen the unintended side-effect of Samael’s spell.

But all three of them were too distracted by the gift that Teg was bestowing upon her master to notice that Samael’s spell, as well as reviving the members of both camps, had also revived the tree that they were stood under.

No one had a shield up, and no one saw it coming, so the effects of the Tarandian tree hit everyone with full force. Each individual was hit by the dozens of flowers and veritable tons of pollen aimed specifically for them—whatever chance the two parties stood of resisting the urge to merge was gone, and even Hamish could say nothing against Tegarus’s actions as she redoubled her efforts, overcome with lust.

Samael’s spell had ensured that he too was refreshed, and so engaged was he with watching his teacher’s performance upon his grandmaster, he didn’t even consciously notice the sudden influx of flowers and pollen. All that he knew was that he wanted release...immediately!

Ripping off his pants, Samael lifted his teacher’s rear and plunged himself deep into her wet hole. She moaned with pleasure as she felt his large member enter her. There was no need for external lubrication; even if Tegarus’s arousal hadn’t been enough, her sweat was plentiful, and it was lubricating each of her entrances.

Tegarus’s brain was barely functioning; the first dose of Tarandian flowers that she’d received (combined with the mind-blowing orgasms that had followed it) had wiped out her ability to form coherent thoughts—when the second wave had hit, her brain was completely fried. All she could think was “sex”, “sex”, and variants on “sex”.

_Finally_ , she was thinking at that moment, _I’m living the dream._

Experiencing multiple partners through Cherry had been nothing compared the sheer joy of enjoying it first-hand. As her student thrust in and out of her bountiful behind, she continued to blow her master with enthusiasm, and realized that if she could find a third person to join in, her fantasy would truly be complete.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her thoughts became almost rhythmic, tied into the motions of the men filling her holes.

“Samael,” she thought each time her young student thrust forward into her rear. “Samael, Samael, Samael.”

“Master,” her own consciousness echoed with each swipe of her tongue over her elderly master’s cock. “Master, master, master.”

“Samael, master, Samael, master...” her brain repeated, as her body started to adjust to the rhythm of the two men she was pleasuring. “Samael, master, Samael, master... Sampson!?”

Functioning at too low a power to consciously alert her to what was going on, her mind had nonetheless been aware of the blacksmith plodding towards them, the simple plain-faced man staring at the threesome with pure lust, before spotting an unused hole and joining in.

Back at the other camp, Sarah was pleasuring the other men, but Sampson had only been left one of her hands to get off with. Discontent with his share of the offerings, he’d spotted the action down the hill, and had come to see what was happening.

The blacksmith’s member was huge, larger than even Samael’s or Sir Shane’s, and Teg’s already-burned out brain was having trouble processing just how huge the new cock entering her was.

“Sampson,” her brain screamed at her, pleasure and pain indistinguishable. “Sampson MASSIVE ENTERING OH SO GOOD”

Tegarus’s body started shaking in orgasm, her nipples throbbing in pleasure, her tongue working overdrive on her master’s cock. He quickly joined her, and started shooting thick ropes into her mouth. Currently too stupid to even swallow, she briefly choked, and so Hamish pulled out, and finished distributing the rest of his load onto her face.

She lay there slackjawed and smiling deliriously as her orgasm subsided, her hair matted with her master’s seed, gurgling slightly as her throat attempted to deal with the salty load sliding down her throat. Samael and Sampson had also found a rhythm, and her body jerked forward every second as they thrust roughly into her.

Tegarus looked up at her master, unable to even focus her eyes on his face. He tutted at her current state—she, the most beautiful and intelligent woman in the world, being used as a sex-doll, unable to resist, unable to think, only able to take cock deep inside her. He knew he should feel more conflicted, he knew he should be resisting the urge, but the flowers had taken hold of him as well, and all he could think was that it was time he took his muse’s enormous ass.

“Come on Samael,” he said impatiently. “Some of us are waiting.”

“Sorry grandmaster,” the boy panted. “Almost...done...”

With one final, almighty thrust, Samael emptied himself into his teacher’s bowels. The stimulation of Sampson’s cock, which he could feel through both his teacher’s tremours of pleasure and the thin membrane separating the insides of her two holes, helped push him along, and he wondered what a similar encounter would feel like with his young love Cherry’s much smaller, tighter holes.

He glanced at her—she, along with the rest of their party, was heading up the hill, perhaps to watch Sarah’s efforts at taking on three men at once, perhaps just for some fresh conquests. He’d catch up with her later—right now, he wanted to use his teacher one last time.

Samael picked a flower up from the ground and sniffed it—his cock was immediately hard once more, and the boy made a mental note of this useful side-effect. All thoughts of guilt were gone from his head, and even though he knew the flowers were responsible for his sexually-charged state, he couldn’t be annoyed at it any more than he could be annoyed at the birds for waking him up in the morning.

This state would pass, he knew, and guilt would return—just as being awake is a fleeting experience, ended each and every day by sleep, Samael knew that he should take full advantage of his awakened state, before returning to having his metaphorical eyes closed once more.

His stiff member slipped easily into his teacher’s mouth, and her blissed-out eyes adjusted to try to take it in. She couldn’t do much in terms of stimulation, so Samael found himself simply holding her head with his hands and fucking himself in and out of her mouth as she drooled slightly, and focussed on the new sensations of having her master’s erection inside her glorious ass.

“Master,” her mind was intoning, only capable of simple thoughts. “Master, Sampson, Samael, master, Sampson, Samael...orgasm. Yesss...”


	Chapter 6

“Harder”, Sarah cried to the three men that were currently filling her every hole. “Damn it, I know you can go harder than that!”

Cherry was watching in awe as the beautiful woman egged her partners on. It hadn’t been much earlier that Cherry had been in a similar position, but she already missed it. Sarah somehow managed to make the simple act of taking on three men at once into an art form.

Sir Shane, Paddon and Sessar were standing silently next to the young girl, equally unable to tear their eyes away from the Sarah’s efforts. She was so passionate, so insistent, and seemed to be completely insatiable. Where Cherry had been encouraging, using her sweetness to make the men pound into her, Sarah took a different approach, almost taunting her partners, challenging them to go deeper, to work harder.

Sex in general was new to the redheaded princess, but in the past few hours she’d had what she thought was a pretty extensive education—watching Sarah, last of the Marags, Cherry realized that she still had more to learn.

A _lot_ more to learn.

The spores from the Tarandian tree were thick in the air, causing everyone’s thoughts to slow down, and a feeling of drowsiness to fall upon anyone who breathed it. Thinking about anything other than sex was impossible...in fact, thinking at all was a bit of a challenge. But Princess Cherry’s head was surprisingly clear; perhaps her royal upbringing gave her a slight immunity to the tree’s effects, or perhaps the flowers had to do less work on her, already open to the possibility of intercourse as she was.

_I want to try that,_ she thought. _I want to be pounded without mercy. I want to push my men to take me even more roughly, even harder._

_I want to be whipped and beaten and tied up and...unnngggh._

Cherry’s thinking process was derailed when Sarah looked up at her and made direct eye contact. The connection between the two women shocked her, and Cherry almost found herself climaxing the instant their gazes met.

Sarah clearly felt it too, and it was less than a few seconds after the two attractive woman’s eyes locked that she loudly and obviously started to orgasm, the stream of abuse coming from her lips not abating for a second.

“Oh gods, yes! Pound me harder, men! Treat me roughly—don’t hold back! Debase me, use me like a common whore! Are you men, or are you _men_? Please don’t tell me I need to find a...need to find a...oh yessss!“

The combination of the filthy language coming from the regal-looking woman’s mouth, and her body’s contractions as she climaxed were enough to set off all three of the men buried deep inside her attractive body.

When they were done, Jesse and Alex simply pulled out, and sat back on the ground in relief. Stephos, however, took a moment to ensure that Sarah was okay, following her gaze when she ignored him, and found her continuing to stare directly at the redheaded teenager watching them.

As far as Sarah and Cherry were concerned, they could have been alone—exactly why, neither of them knew, but they each felt a strong bond to t’other. Sarah beckoned, and as if she had no control of her legs, Cherry immediately started walking toward her.

“Did you enjoy that?” the older woman whispered into Cherry’s ear. Suddenly nervous and tongue-tied, the princess didn’t speak, and simply nodded in response. “The goblins used to take us by force, back at The Cave. I hated them, but for some reason, I couldn’t help but love what they did to my body. I used to cry myself to sleep at night, while simultaneously wishing for more...

“I’ve never known tenderness from a man, and I don’t think I want to. There’s something about being used, about your body being an instrument of pleasure for them, the roughness of it...I don’t ever want to be with a man without that element of fear, without the force.”

Cherry nodded again, not sure what Sarah’s point was. She stood back, and stopped whispering, gesturing to Cherry’s perfect body with her hand.

“But you...something about your curves, your innocence. I want to be with you, Cherry, and I don’t want it to be rough.”

The fogginess that had evaded Cherry for so long suddenly came down, and she found herself unable to think, unable to breathe, unable to do anything but nod, and lust after Sarah.

The ex-slave turned to the collection of men who were standing there, watching the two women in trepidation.

“And I suspect our menfolk might enjoy watching that. Am I right, boys?”

Everyone but Stephos cheered at the idea, a fact that didn’t escape Sarah’s notice.

“What’s wrong, boy?”

As if fighting an internal battle, Stephos’s body was shaking as he spoke in pants and grunts.

“Can’t...no. Lord…forbids...women...women...no...”

Sarah smiled, that huge, lustful smile. Her naked body was still dripping the men’s seed, and one of her hands reached around to her rear passage, where Stephos had reached orgasm just a few minutes prior. She slowly inserted one finger into her anus, shuddering slightly with pleasure, and Stephos stared, unable to look away.

She removed her hand, and held it in front of his face.

“What does Lord have to say about this, pilgrim? Surely taking a woman from behind, sharing her with two other men...couldn’t one make an argument that such actions are also a sin?”

Stephos was unable to speak, and sat there simply shaking his head, his eyes transfixed to the semen that coated Sarah’s finger. She leaned forward, and just as she had with Cherry, began whispering directly into his ear.

“Or could it be that you _like_ the sin, prideful one? Is it possible that knowing you’re doing something wrong, dirty, _sinful_...turns you on?“

Stephos shuddered intensely, and watching from just a few feet away, Cherry could see that she’d hit the nail on the head. Sarah held her cum-covered finger in front of Stephos’s nose, and laughed as his tongue slowly and tentatively came out to taste his own seed.

The naked beauty was amused by his body’s will breaking down, and put her finger inside her mouth, licking the coating off with a grin.

“Come here, my lovely,” she said to Cherry, who scurried to obey her command. “We’re going to do our dirty, sinful business right here...directly in front of our religious friend.”

There was no hesitation in either of the charged-up ladies; no tentative foreplay or massages. It had been close to half an hour since Cherry had last orgasmed, and she was almost hurting with need. Practically tackling Sarah, she started kissing her passionately, the princess’s tongue halfway down Sarah’s throat.

“Gentle,” the older woman carefully admonished, a smile in her eyes revealing that she was anything but displeased with the young redhead’s enthusiasm. “There’s no hurry...”

Returning the girl’s kiss, Sarah’s hands began to run up and down her lightly freckled body. After the day she’d had, Cherry was practically coated in semen and sweat, and it seemed to amplify Sarah’s touch, knowing that the other woman was stroking her dirty, sweaty, needy body. Cherry could tell that Sarah was...not nervous, but explorative. She hadn’t been lying when she said she’d never had a tender lover before, and the attractive woman was clearly enjoying the new experience.

Cherry squirmed with arousal as Sarah’s gentle hands roamed over every inch of her body—the sweaty encounters she’d had that morning had been exactly what she’d wanted, quick and dirty, but she was starting to see the advantages of a slower kind of loving. Sarah was discovering sensitive erogenous zones that Cherry didn’t even know she had; behind the knees, under her arms, the sensitive hollow of her throat.

Part of Cherry wished that Sarah would stop beating around the bush, so to speak, and move straight towards her aching sex, the wetness between her legs that was begging to be touched. But she appreciated the anticipation—having just finished a powerful series of orgasms, Sarah was speaking truthfully when she said she was in no hurry to finish.

Finally, when Cherry had started to pant heavily, her heart beating so loudly she was surprised Samael couldn’t hear it down the hill, Sarah stopped teasing, and reached up to tweak the princess’s nipples.

_I had no idea you could cum from that_ , Cherry thought, before the orgasm hit her proper, and she stopped thinking all together.

All the men watching them were hard, even those who had just powerfully orgasmed into one of Sarah’s various holes, but none were as aroused and conflicted as Stephos. Jesse, Alex, Sir Shane, Paddon and Sessar had all started to slowly stroke their erections, not wishing to orgasm before the pair they were watching them truly got started, but Stephos refused to touch himself.

He started to pray, but the fog took over his mind even further, and he couldn’t remember the words. He tried to make the symbols of his god, on the dirt that surrounded him, or on his own body, but his fingers refused to obey him. Every pore, every cell, every ounce of his being was trying to resist touching himself, trying to resist giving in to the temptation of the women frolicking in front of him, but with every second it was getting harder and harder.

_She’s just a teenager,_ he kept repeating, but the more the phrase echoed around his mind, the less it became a reason not to play with himself, and the more erotic it sounded. _What they’re doing is a sin,_ he tried to tell himself, only to quickly discover the same thing happening again.

It didn’t take long for his brain to start to forget what was right and what was wrong. He shut his eyes for what felt like years, and when he reopened them, things between the girls had irresistably escalated.

“Mmmm,” Cherry was saying. “Is this you, Jesse?”

Her mouth was covered in the juices of Sarah, as well as whoever had just filled her with his seed. Her face had clearly just been between the other woman’s legs, licking and sucking her wet mound.

Jesse nodded, a proud grin upon his face.

“It’s delicious!” the princess added, smiling.

“Maybe I should bottle it?” the crafty salesman said, and everyone but Stephos laughed at that.

“Who’s this?” Sarah said, briefly removing her head from between Cherry’s legs.

“The honor of being appreciated by thy lady’s lips, is, I’m proud to announce, all mine...” Sir Shane said ceremoniously, causing another brief chuckle amongst the group.

“And Samael,” Paddon added loyally. “He was the first.”

“I’ll have to try some directly from the source later,” Sarah replied with a wink, and the image of her kneeling and simultaneously fellating two men immediately flitted across everyone’s minds.

There was silence for a few seconds as the two girls returned and continued their administrations between each other’s legs. Cherry was amazed at how good the older woman’s tongue felt upon her sensitive lower lips, while being equally shocked at how much she enjoyed the taste of Sarah’s juices. Her tongue slowly ran up and down the recently-fucked flower in front of her, and she tried to do exactly what wanted done to her.

Sarah, for all her forcefulness and confidence, was rather sexually naive, especially when it came to a woman’s body. She’d never masturbated, and her orgasms had always come not from men knowing how to pleasure her, but from their largeness, their roughness, the knowledge that she was being abused.

And so it wasn’t until several minutes into their mutual sex act that she discovered the small nub at the top of Cherry’s entrance, and experimented with running her tongue over it.

The results were immediate—the orgasm that had been building in the young princess for so long suddenly came to a head, and that one motion on her most sensitive spot pushed her over the edge. She immediately started gushing adoration and obscenities, at the same time as her womanhood began gushing juices...which Sarah enthusiastically lapped up.

The girl’s orgasm went for several minutes, and when she finally came down, her arousal was undiminished...and she realized how selfish she’d been while cumming. Cherry attacked Sarah’s sensitive areas with vigour, and it wasn’t long before the slave woman was also crying out with pleasure.

Her immediate need sated, Sarah’s michievous side came to the fore, and with a gesture of her head, she conveyed her plan to the young princess as well.

Stephos, to his credit, had managed to sit through two vocal, gorgeous women orgasming, bringing each other off with their mouths and loudly pronouncing how much they loved it. He’d observed everything from mere feet away, the woman he’d stuffed his member into just minutes earlier, making love to a beautiful, sensual love princess...and still managed to restrain himself from touching his straining erection.

But now, the two women crawled towards him, Sarah’s large breasts practically dragging in the dirt, Cherry covered in sweat and cum and mud and saliva and Lord knew what else. It was clear that they were going to try to tempt him into sin once more, and Stephos didn’t know that he’d be able to resist.

“What’s this, Princess Cherry?” Sarah asked, her lustful voice alone enough to get any man hard.

“I’m unsure, Sarah,” Cherry replied, emphasizing the youth apparent in her voice. “But it sure looks yummy...”

Cherry reached out to touch the religious zealot’s throbbing thickness, but to her surprise, Sarah slapped her hand away.

“Now now, young lady, I don’t think Stephos wants us to do that. Do you? Do you, Stephos?”

Stephos was again visibly shaking, the battle going on inside him threatening to take him over.

“Or would you like it if we reached out and played with you? Would that make you happy?”

“No...” Stephos managed to get out through gritted teeth.

“Oh well,” Sarah continued, in full control of the situation, as was always the case when she dealt with Stephos. “I guess we’ll just have to entertain ourselves then...”

She reached out and pulled Cherry’s head towards hers, and once more started kissing her enthusiastically, so close to Stephos’s member that he could feel the heat of their skin.

“Lord…” Stephos said in desperate hope, unable to take his eyes off the pair, unable to do anything but sit and try desperately to resist.

“What was that?” Cherry asked, finally understanding the game. “Did Stephos just say that he wished our tongues were on him, instead of in each other’s mouths?”

“He can’t have!” Sarah joined in. “Women loving women is a sin, as is any kind of extramarital sex. So he can’t have wanted the two of us to pleasure him, our tongues touching each other and him at the same time...”

The other men were simultaneously amused and frustrated at the game that the women were playing—they enjoyed seeing Stephos taken down a peg or two, but every second the girls toyed with him was a second they weren’t pleasuring the rest of them.

Fortunately, Sarah had a plan to involve them.

“Oh,” Cherry added. “That’s a pity, because that idea gets me soo...hot...”

One of Cherry’s hands went down and started playing with her soaked hole, while the other tweaked Sarah’s nipple. Unable to support herself any longer, she lay, face-down in the dirt, moaning with pleasure, her administrations causing Sarah’s eyes to roll back in her head.

“Wait...” the lustful woman panted, not wishing to lose control before she could put her plan into action. “Even if Stephos doesn’t want us, there are plenty of men who do.”

She gestured, and in an instant, Sessar and Alex stood behind them, their manhoods at the ready.

“Maybe these men can give us the pleasure that Stephos so selfishly refuses to share...”

That was all the prompting the large men needed, and without hesitation they simultaneously plunged their hardnesses into the two girl’s wet and waiting entrances.

Cherry and Sarah were both uncontrollably panting with pleasure now, but they weren’t done yet.

“Oh!” Sarah cried. “This is so sinful...I’m sorry you have to see this, Stephos.”

“Me...too...” Cherry added, unable to contribute much more than that. “So...sorry...”

“Just a word,” Sarah said, seeing how close Stephos was to losing control. “And you could have both of us...on you...pleasing you, however you want...”

“Just...a...word.” Despite the distraction of a new, and extremely large man inside her, Cherry was determined to keep helping the woman who had already showed her so much. “Both...of...us...”

As well as being good with words, Sarah excelled at knowing when words were no longer needed. Still inches away from Stephos’s erection, she leaned in and kissed Cherry once more. Unsurprisingly, Cherry returned the kiss with enthusiasm.

Kissing a naked teenaged beauty while they were both simultaneously plowed by large men, Sarah looked over and made direct eye-contact with Stephos, and gave him a single wink. That was all it took—the knowledge that everything was happening was specifically for him, being done deliberately to tempt him into sin—without so much as a stroke, Stephos’s member began firing off, directly onto the faces of the kissing women.

They smiled in victory, and started to lick it off each other’s faces, which was enough to set off the rest of the men who were watching, stroking their own members to the incredibly erotic sight in front of them. Within seconds, for the umpteenth time that day, Cherry found herself coated in semen, and the knowledge that her seductive body had caused so many men to come pushed her over the edge as well, and she began to enthusiastically orgasm around Alex’s enormous member.

Sarah gestured for Stephos to come closer; completely defeated, he did.

“I do love you, you know that?” she asked, and he remained stoic for a second before breaking.

“I know,” he replied. “Now hurry up and finish Sessar off—it’s my turn again.”

Sarah looked down at his still-hard cock with a smile, and did all that she could to obey his command.


	Chapter 7

Alex, the Earl of Castania growled. He still wasn’t content. He’d ravaged Sarah and then roughly taken the young princess, but his lust wasn’t even close to being sated. He didn’t know exactly what he was seeking, but he’d stalked down the hill to see if he could find it there.

He reached the trunk of the tree that was still spewing its wild flowers just in time to witness Tegarus, her master, and her student reach yet another orgasm. This time Sampson came in her mouth, filling it with his salty seed, while her master emptied himself between her legs. Samael was standing to the side; at first to give his much-used manhood a rest, but after watching his teacher being spit-roasted for a few minutes had been unable to resist playing with himself, and had ended up achieving climax at the same time as Alex reached the group.

Alex stood silently, the hairy man pondering what exactly he was in need of while Tegarus collapsed in pleasure, her face covered in a fresh deposit of her student’s cream. Samael thanked his teacher, and left with his grandmaster and Sampson to find Cherry.

“You’ve got to try her, grandmaster…” Alex heard him say as the three began to climb the hill. “Cherry’s amazing...”

Alex stepped forward and looked at the barely-conscious woman laying in front of him. He’d donned his trousers when leaving the rest of the party, uncomfortable though it was to constrain his ever-hard member, and as he examined the cum-covered face of the sorceress in front of him, he unsheathed himself once more and idly began to stroke.

“Mmmmm,” Tegarus said when her eyes finally managed to focus enough to take in the sight in front of her. “Yummy...”

Leaning forward and lifting the black-haired woman with one hand, Alex put her in position to easily administer to his hardness. Unloading into her mouth would be pleasurable, but he knew it wouldn’t fulfil the lustful need that he felt inside.

“Is a pity...” Tegarus said in-between licks of his throbbing member, “...that the eagle is too small.”

“What?” Alex asked irritably. He was already feeling bothered enough without having to attempt to sift through riddles. Tegarus removed him from her mouth, continuing to stroke him as she explained.

“I was just saying...mmm, yummy...that it’s a pity that I turn into an eagle, and not anything...oh god, you’re so big...that could take something as large as this inside of me. I’ve always wondered what it’s like when animals fornicate.”

The ground around them was strewn with various animal pairings—Samael’s spell had revived all of the fauna that had been attracted by the tree’s pollen, and they were furiously rutting once more.

“Mmmm,” Alex grunted, and placing his large hands on Tegarus’s head, used it to bob up and down his large member. The idea that Tegarus had planted was turning him on, and his mind imagined both himself and the sorceress as animals, mindless creatures using each other’s bodies for pleasure.

Samael, walking up the hill, was sniffing the flowers that continued to fly off the tree in great numbers. Each time he did, his guilt was lessened, and his member thickened and hardened ever-impossibly more. Fortunately for him, the magic of the tree ensured that no matter what any member of the party did, they could never sexually damage themselves, else he would have risked a permanent injury to his manhood from the throbbing and growing.

As his guilt disappeared, his thoughts began to take strange directions, and ideas that he would never have normally contemplated suddenly seemed extraordinarily reasonable.

_Why should we have to go back to our own, sad, boring selves?_ he asked himself. _This state of moral freedom is a gift, one that I certainly have no desire to squander._

His hand reached into his pocket, and felt the orb that always sat there. It fit into his hand so perfectly, and in his current state he couldn’t think of a single reason not to use it.

_I’d be helping everyone,_ he thought. _We’d be able to cast the shackles of society’s arbitrary morality aside, and enjoy our lives as humans are supposed to._

_We’d be free._

It was this thought that overwhelmed any chance of resistance his mind was capable of putting out. Freedom; no one could argue that a pursuit of freedom was anything but an admirable cause.

Samael pulled the orb out of his pocket, and held it above him. Normally, Hamish or Tegarus would have been watching him carefully just in case of him doing anything similar, but they were both currently preoccupied with members of the opposite sex. (though even if they had noticed, they would have been unlikely to prioritise stopping him.)

_Like this always,_ Samael willed. _I want all of us to be like this...always._

Alex looked up in alarm. Something was amiss—a tingling had begun all over his body, and it wasn’t the familiar tingle of an impending orgasm.

No, something was wrong. Something to do with Samael...the prophecy...

Tegarus had taken his sudden tension as an indicator that he was close to climax, and redoubled her efforts. She was rewarded with Alex’s thick semen beginning to spurt down her throat as the large man came.

_Oh gods,_ Alex thought, even his own intense orgasm not able to distract him from the strange feeling all over his body. He quickly pulled out from Tegarus’s mouth, and left her pouting hungrily, savouring the taste of his cum. _Something’s happening…_

Tegarus was lucky enough to have her eyes half-open, even as she swilled Alex’s seed around her mouth, mind still foggy with pleasure. She was a witness to his transformation, as Samael’s last spell spread out from the orb, and made the entire party’s current state of horniness permanent. 

In doing so, he endangered the fulfillment of the prophecy (and thus the world) but that was the furtherest thing from his mind, as he walked up the hill towards his love.

Alex’s mind, already clouded with lust and pollen, faced another threat—the mind of a bear. As his body transformed, the bear’s body breathed in the pollen of the Tarandian tree, and saw in front of it a completely naked potential mate.

And from the looks of her, she seemed to be in heat.

“Rawwrrr,” Alex softly growled, and his huge bear-cock began to rise. Tegarus should have been shocked, she knew that, but as she saw the size of it, all she could do was marvel, and wonder how quickly she could take it inside of her. 

Alex ambled towards Tegarus, walking on his hind legs awkwardly but determinedly. He had a simple purpose, and they both knew what it was. As his animal sheath continued to grow, Tegarus’s mouth dropped in awe—as a human, Alex’s member had been large, but as a bear, it defied explanation.

She fell backwards in shock as he approached, and he clearly had no objections to her new position. He fell forward, catching himself just before he would have crushed her, holding his immense new weight up easily.

_He’s all muscle_ , Tegarus realized, and her eyes opened wide with glee. _He’s all _muscle_ …_

“Oh god, Alex...” the sorceress moaned. “Please, take me. Take me as your bear-wife...”

A growl was the only response that she got, as Alex the Bear of Castania unceremoniously thrust forward, finding her wet hole without effort, and throwing his head back and howling with pleasure.

The feeling of the human woman wrapped around his enormous rod, the power surging through the entirety of his body—though Alex wasn’t capable of conscious thought, on some level he realized that this, this was what he’d been craving. This was what he needed.

He needed to fuck like an animal.

Without any regard for Tegarus’s pain or pleasure, Alex continued pushing forward. He reached the point that the other men that day had reached, and pushed even more. Tegarus was wailing, but he didn’t even stop to measure whether they were cries of ecstacy or of fear and pain—all he wanted was to fill the woman up, to feel his hairy balls slapping against her thighs, to fuck her as hard as he could.

For the second time in as many minutes, a sorceror was saved by the tree’s magical properties—any ordinary woman would almost certainly have been severely injured by a cock of the length and breadth of Alex’s entering them, but the flowers that continued to influence Tegarus ensured that she wasn’t damaged.

She still felt the pain of the hugeness entering her tight hole, but it intermingled delightfully with the powerful arousal caused by the smell of the flowers, the intercourse she’d been having all day, and the simple raw hotness of being literally taken by a beast.

As Alex slowly pulled himself out of Tegarus’s sex, she knew what was coming, and braced herself. As she predicted, he powerfully slammed back in, doubling her pain but tripling the pleasure that she felt.

“Fuck me, you animal!” she cried, and Alex bared his teeth in an arrogant smile. He’d had no any intent of doing anything else.

Opening his mouth and roaring with passion, Alex slammed into Tegarus, again and again. She tried to match his strokes, but his sheer force and speed meant that she wasn’t capable of doing anything but laying there like a limp ragdoll, being used for the bear’s pleasure.

The huge creature had barely pounded into her three or four times before she felt a long-overdue orgasm approaching; the blow-job she’d given him while he was still in human form had been hugely erotic, but even that was absolutely nothing compared to the power of his current actions.

Tegarus’s body began to shake and convulse as she came, but Alex either didn’t care or didn’t notice, and continued thrusting into her at the exact same rate. Having just cum a few minutes ago, he knew that it would be a while until he was ready to ejaculate once more, and he intended to make the most out of the willing human female in his arms.

Tegarus dreamily noticed that the force of the fucking she was getting had actually driven her a few inches into the soft dirt beneath them. As the intense orgasm pulsed through her brain, she also quickly became aware that Alex wasn’t stopping—in fact, he seemed to just be getting started.

She wasn’t sure if her body could take much more, but it soon became apparent that she didn’t have much choice.

Suddenly frustrated with the angle of penetration, Alex wrapped his furry arms around Tegarus and stood up, lifting her in the process. Still recovering from her orgasm, she shut her eyes to avoid dizziness, acutely aware of the enormous cock buried within her and the feeling of security she got from Alex’s strong, safe arms.

Bear hands aren’t made for gripping, but Alex did the best that he could as he lifted Tegarus up and down, sliding her wetness up and down his cock.

_That’s more like it,_ he thought with a grunt, and began impaling her with the same speed and urgency that they had shared while laying on the ground.

Tegarus had thought the brutal pounding she’d received with Alex on top of her had been intense; their new position meant that she could feel every agonizing inch of Alex’s enormous member as it slid deep inside of her.

The knowledge of just how large the creature’s cock was turned her on anew, and caused her to emit a fresh wave of lubrication. With a whimper, she realized that she was already close to another orgasm.

_What is wrong with me,_ she thought in a rare moment of clearheadedness. _I’m about to come for a second time in just a few minutes, from being taken by a bear._

_I’m about to come for a second time in just a few minutes,_ she repeated, the fog returning and her lustful brain on overdrive. _…from being taken by a BEAR!_

That thought echoing around her mind, Tegarus experienced the most intense orgasm she’d felt in a day of almost non-stop cumming. Her toes curled with pleasure as she imagined the bear cumming deep inside of her, perhaps filling her up with pups. She pictured herself giving birth to a litter of Alex’s little man-bears, and her eyes rolled back in acute pleasure.

“Do it!” she begged, not even aware that her mouth had opened and started vocalising her thoughts. “Do it! Fill me up, you big bear! Put a litter in me!”

The strange convulsions and motions of the woman he was holding, combined with the words that managed to permeate Alex’s bear-brain were enough to set him off, and Alex found himself once more doing exactly what he was asked.

An enormous roar came out of his mouth at the same time as Alex pulled Tegarus down, going deeper into her than he’d managed on every other thrust, and he started filling her up.

The bear and the woman shared their bliss for just a few too-short seconds, and then it was over. Alex pulled out of her, and collapsed backwards, suddenly dizzy and breathing heavily. Tegarus crawled on top of him, worried.

“What’s wrong, almighty bear?” she asked, slipping into a subservient role without even noticing. She was comforted when he looked up at her and his mouth spread once more into a toothy grin.

_We must look quite a picture,_ Tegarus thought, _a naked woman straddling an enormous bear, as his cum drips out of her._

She cupped her pussy at the thought, not wanting to lose any of Alex’s precious seed. Though she’d fucked many men that day, some part of her knew that if any of them were going to get her pregnant, it would be the fertile bear she’d just rutted. Another thought quickly arose, and Tegarus smiled as she shared.

“So now I know what it’s like to be fucked _by_ a bear,” she said, staring straight into Alex’s enormous bear-eyes. “You’ll have to tell me what it was like _as_ a bear...“

Her hand instinctively reached down to grasp his member, and she was surprised to find that it was still hard.

“Or,” she added quickly, “we could give you more experience before you start to share. Maybe you can tell me what it’s like to fuck someone’s ass as a bear...”

* * *

Samael beamed. His spell seemed to have worked—the lack of conscience caused by the tree’s spores was now permanent, and his party and himself would be able to continue their lust-filled lifestyle for as long as they pleased. He and his grandmaster had marched the top of the hill, to rejoin Cherry and the rest of the party, only to find an unusual sight—Jesse, the silver-tongued trader, seemed to have taken charge, and was snapping out orders, his eyes lit up with excitement.

In his hand, he held what looked like a simple rock, but from the way that Jesse regarded it, it was clearly much more than that.

Jesse had separated the men; Stephos, Sir Shane, Paddon, and Sessar all stood to the side, while Cherry and Sarah stood at the other, and it was the girls that the small weasel-faced man seemed to be talking directly to.

The old Samael would have been jealous, he knew that, but the new him realized that Jesse wasn’t a threat. If anything, he was probably introducing the girls to something new and exciting, something that would benefit the whole party. Rather than run over and try to separate them, he simply got close enough to hear what they were saying.

“...ever and ever,” Jesse was explaining. The girls’ eyes lit up with excitement.

“Wow,” Cherry exclaimed, staring at the rock in his hand with awe. “So you mean even when we’re not helping men, we’ll still be...helping men?”

“Exactly,” Jesse said, a greedy smile coming across his face. “All you have to do is what comes naturally...and follow my commands, of course. And remember, this is for posterity...forever and ever.”

Jesse turned around, his eyes widening as he saw the two men standing behind him. Samael had once more pulled his pants back on, but Hamish was naked as the day he was born, his elderly cock hard, his wrinkly sack swaying slightly in the breeze.

Hamish raised one eyebrow, and Jesse grinned cheekily in response.

“You’re going to like this,” he said, and placed the rock in Hamish’s hand.

While Jesse was certainly fond of money, Samael knew that he’d never actually do something to harm the elderly sorcerer, and so when his grandmaster’s eyes went blank and rolled back, Samael didn’t panic, or lunge at the trader with anger. He just stood patiently for the few seconds that it took for Hamish to recover.

“My word,” he said, panting slightly. “Where in the world did you find one of those?”

“It wasn’t easy,” Jesse confessed. “I’ve been saving it for a special occasion...and I can’t conceive an occasion more special than this.”

He gestured to the girls standing naked behind him. They were panting slightly, and clearly impatient to begin.

“What is it?” Samael asked, staring at the strange rock curiously. Jesse and Hamish both laughed in response, and the old man passed it to him.

“Why not try it out for yourself?” he asked, and as soon as the stone made contact with Samael’s skin, the hilltop forest faded away, and was immediately replaced with the inside of a castle bedroom.

“Yes!” a strange woman was crying, and it took Samael’s eyes a few seconds to adjust. “Oh yes! Yes! Gods, yes!”

He spun around and located the source of the cries—a large-breasted woman lay spreadeagled on the four-poster bed with a large, hairy man on top of her, thrusting into her again and again. With each thrust, she cried out in pleasure, clearly having the time of her life.

The hairy man looked close to orgasm, but just as he was about to climax, the pair suddenly turned and stared straight at Samael. His heart started beating, hard, and as the furry fellow unceremoniously pulled out of the woman on the bed, he tried to back away, tried to look away, but couldn’t, and found himself trapped, unable to move, barely able to breathe.

The strange man started walking towards Samael, furious, and lifted his arm to strike him. Just as the blow would have hit Samael, the image suddenly disappeared, and Samael found himself back in the forest, panting heavily, just like his grandmaster had been a few minutes ago.

“What _was_ that?” he asked, bewildered, and Hamish and Jesse laughed once more.

“It’s called a Seeing Stone,” Jesse explained, grinning broadly. “Although honestly, a Feeling Stone would probably be a more accurate description. If the rock hadn’t been squeezed when it was, both yourself and Hamish would have a nasty bruise right now.”

“It records the senses,” Hamish continued. “Everything you see and feel while you’re holding it—they’re invaluable, which brings me back to my previous question—where did you get that?”

“I was charged to destroy it,” Jesse answered. “The hairy man you saw didn’t want anyone to know about his daliances with the Queen, and so I was charged to take it to the end of the world and drop it off the edge. There’s no way to remove the recording, you see.”

“So what are you doing with it now?” Samael asked, still not quite able to grasp his head around the concept. Hamish and Jesse traded glances.

“They’re extremely valuable blank, you see...” Jesse answered, completely unable to mask how proud he was of himself at that moment. “But imagine having one with the image of two women making love? Imagine having one that kept the memory of watching two women make love, and then fellate you?

“And imagine how much someone would pay for the sensation of watching two women make love, fellate you, and then allow you to sink into one of their velvet openings while five other men engage in intercourse with them?”

It finally clicked for Samael, and he staggered back at the idea.

“It’s a portable orgy...” he gasped, and glanced over at Cherry and Sarah. “The richest men in the world would pay shiploads of gold to own it...you could probably ask for a chest of gold just to lend it out for the night.”

Jesse nodded, a smug smile upon his face.

“Not everyone is as fortunate as we,” he replied, “and I just want to share the gift that we’ve been given...”

This time Hamish and Samael were the pair sharing a laugh, until Sarah interrupted.

“Well?” she asked from behind the group. “Are we going to do this, or what?”

“Stand over there,” Jesse said to the pair of sorcerers. “The men will tell you when your cue is.

“I’ve got a memory to create.”


	Chapter 8

Sarah was practically quivering with anticipation. Something about the idea of being recorded for eternity, of having her body lusted after for generations to come, of her oral skills being appreciated by more men than she could ever hope to fellate in a lifetime...

It turned her on. While living in the caves, she’d heard of slave women being taken to the warrior halls, and forced to serve food for the men. They never came back, but she could imagine what they were used for. They were probably stripped down, made to serve in the nude, constantly aware of the thousands of eyes on their bodies, never able to cover themselves in any way...

Just as she had grown to accept the fact that she was turned on by the rough treatment the men showed her, Sarah had eventually come to terms with the fact that the very ideas that she hated were incredibly erotic to her. She’d had more than a few vivid fantasies of herself as a serving-girl, the crude men slapping her large rear as she passed, her nipples constantly-hard at the attention they were getting...

Even her everyday dress had been affected, and she’d started strategically ripping her clothes so that they showed as much cleavage as possible. Where she knew some women were offended by men who never made eye-contact and spent entire conversations staring at their breasts, Sarah relished it. She enjoyed the fact that her body made men hard, and the tree’s spores had just unlocked a long-held desire to be constantly nude, constantly arousing men, and constantly helping get them off.

Cherry, too, was looking forward to the recording. She imagined the men fighting over who got to use the stone next, their eyes rolling back and their manhoods hardening as they watched her make love to Sarah, as they felt her delicate tongue upon them, as they unloaded themselves deep inside her, while watching her body be used by a dozen other men.

The images of what was about to happen were running through both women’s heads, and when Jesse finally stopped chatting to Hamish and his student, it was barely soon enough.

Finally, he cried out “begin!", and the show began.

* * *

As soon as Jesse cried “Action”, Cherry’s competitive side kicked in.

As a Princess, she’d always been the best, mostly without trying. On the odd occasion that something came between her and being the best, however, Cherry got...determined. Focussed. Competitive.

Some would say crazy.

So when she knew that this encounter, the next sexual embrace was going to be recorded for all posterity, some part of the young princess abruptly decided that she wanted to…no, _had_ to be the sexiest thing about the images that the Seeing Stone recorded.

And so when Jesse cried “Begin!”, everything changed.

Sarah had leaned in to kiss Cherry expecting softness and gentleness, the opposite of what the older woman wanted when she was with a man. In return, however, Cherry almost pounced onto her. The girls had re-dressed in anticipation, knowing that there was something about seeing a woman go from fully-clothed to nude that was universally and inexplicably erotic.

Sarah’s eyes had been shut, she’d been ready for a slow, tender kiss. In response, Cherry practically pushed her over, and once the older woman was on the ground, Cherry had ripped her top off, and immediately latched onto Sarah’s enormous breasts with her mouth.

The slave woman had been prepared for some gentle love-making, an appetiser for whoever was holding the stone before the main event. She certainly hadn’t been expecting the sexual onslaught that Cherry had delivered, and when the young girl’s hand reached up her skirt, she found a pussy that was already wet.

Cherry roughly shoved her fingers into Sarah’s sopping hole, making sure to angle it in such a way that Jesse had a clear view. _Do you like that,_ she thought, pretending to be unaware that she had an audience (while not being able to get the thought out of her head that what she was doing now would last for years beyond her own lifespan.) _Do you like the image of a younger girl, a sexy little slut still fully clothed, fingering an older woman?_

_Do you like seeing me dominate a women old enough to be my mother? Does it turn you on?_

While exhibitionistic thoughts of being watched were running through Cherry’s mind, Sarah was focussed purely and simply on what the younger girl was doing to her body. Cherry’s thumb had crept up to the slave’s tight asshole, and was applying a slight pressure—not yet penetrating it, but clearly poised and ready to strike. Cherry slipped another finger into Sarah’s soaked pussy, and a smile crept across her face as she realized exactly what she could do to _really_ ensure that she shone as the most sexual creature in the video.

Still fully clothed, in her (now quite dirty and tattered) green dress, Cherry couldn’t resist looking up and giving Jesse a cheeky grin. The illusion that they didn’t know that they were being watched was shattered, but Jesse certainly wasn’t complaining, and he was sure that none of the countless men who would experience the next few moments were likely to object either.

The look of lust in Cherry’s eyes was familiar to Sarah; what alarmed her was the expression that she’d never seen in the young girl’s face, of determination, competitiveness, and a complete lack of remorse. Before she could reflect on exactly what that meant, another unfamiliar experience took priority in her mind, as she felt the young girl’s tongue upon her tight asshole.

Jesse’s eyes almost boggled, and he stepped closer to get the best look that he could possible get as Cherry enthusiastically reamed Sarah without even a hint of hesitation. Sarah’s eyes rolled back as the sensations seemed to ripple up and down her spine, ending at her throbbing pussy, and Cherry’s eyes closed in concentration as she simultaneously explored Sarah’s tight rosebud with her tongue and resumed fingering her, once more increasing the digits being inserted into the older woman.

“Ugh,” Sarah groaned as Cherry’s last finger made it into her pussy, and she realized that at this point she was simply being fisted.

“Mmmm,” Cherry replied, enjoying the dirtiness of what they were doing. Sarah’s ass had been the recipient of more than a few men’s seed that day, and though Cherry couldn’t pick out which mens’ semen she was currently imbibing, she was loving the taste of it.

“Gods,” Jesse gasped. Even in his spore-addled state, the idea of inserting his tongue into a woman’s dirtiest hole had never occurred to him, and while he certainly didn’t want to partake in the foul act, there was something supremely erotic about watching the young teenager in front of him sully herself so obviously—and enjoy the debasement so much. “Cherry, you’re…gods, there’s not even a word for it.”

Even as her first orgasm of the recording came across her, Sarah was profoundly affected by Jesse’s words. Sure, she was currently getting all the pleasure...but it suddenly became obvious that Cherry was getting all the attention. That would have bothered her at any time, but this was forever—this wasn’t just for the man in their immediate vicinity, this was for men for the rest of time.

If anyone was going to be remembered as the sexiest creature to ever walk the earth, Sarah resolved, it was going to be _her_.

Admittedly, at this moment she didn’t want to do anything that would halt the young girl’s administrations, but Sarah knew that she had to do _something_ to divert at least a bit of the attention away from what the teenager was doing.

“Oh,” she began to moan. “Please...touch me. Touch me, please. Please, don’t hold back. Do it. Please. Touch me!”

Despite Cherry’s tongue being deep in Sarah’s ass and her fist being sporadically clenched by the orgasming woman’s pussy, the princess knew exactly what the older woman was up to…and exactly how she had to respond.

“You like that, don’t you?” she replied, pausing to take her tongue out of the cum-slicked ass that it had been lodged in for the last few minutes. “You like having a sexy little teenager fist you and tongue you. You like being the recipient of the sexiest little slut the world has ever seen…”

Not to be out-done, Sarah responded loudly and lustfully.

“Mmmm, you sure do you know what you’re doing, don’t you? You’re a dirty little girl, you hussy. Have you been practicing? I bet you’ve been doing this all your life, you dirty little whore. You’re such an expert, you must have been fucking and sucking since you were just a young’un.”

“I’ve been a sex-crazed little minx for as long as I can remember…” Cherry said, but before she could warm into it, Sarah cut her off.

“Well do you know what we do with bad, naughty little sluts like you?”

Without giving the princess a chance to respond, the slave sat up abruptly, lifted Cherry’s skirt to show off her pert young ass, and planted a hand firmly on the young girl’s bared cheeks.

SMACK.

Cherry sat up in abrupt shock. She’d never been struck like that, not in her entire life. Her parents had allowed her to run around and live up to her Dryadic heritage, a free red-headed spirit. She wasn’t sure how to react, and her face burned with a combination of fury and arousal.

A saucy grin came across the lustful slave’s face as she repeated the motion three more times.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

As the pain sunk into Cherry’s rosy ass-cheeks, it immediately turned into pleasure, one of the more pleasant side-effects of the tree’s spores. As if against her will, Cherry immediately found herself begging for more.

“Yes!” she cried, her brain not even remotely in control of her tongue. “Please, Sarah! Punish me! Spank me for being a naughty girl!”

Sarah purred with pleasure in response, and did exactly what the younger girl begged.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

Her hand would have stung, if not for the same spores that were causing Cherry to feel such pleasure from the spanking. She threw her head back and cackled with joy, as Cherry cried out with happiness and arousal.

“More!” she screamed. “Hit me! Do it! Make me your little bitch! You own me, Sarah! You own me!”

The two had forgotten about their competition, forgotten about Jesse watching them, forgotten about everything except the combination of pleasure and pain that they shared. Jesse’s plan had been to wait until the girls had gotten each other off with their tongues a few times, but he was far too canny a businessman to pass up on an obvious opportunity like the one that Cherry’s words had presented him with.

“She doesn’t own you,” he said, stepping forward with an arrogant swagger. “I do.”

The girls’ faces lit up with joy at the small man’s words, and Jesse smiled, realizing how appealing their reaction would be to the wealthy men he planned on renting the stone out to. _There’s nothing like two naked, sweating, obviously aroused women looking so excited by your arrival._

As soon as Jesse spoke, the girls remembered why they were doing what they were doing, and their determination to out-do the other trebled. Jesse was in possession of exactly what the girls wanted at that moment—a thick, juicy cock—and each was determined to be the first to pleasure it…or at least the one to relieve it of the sexy load that it contained.

With the knowledge that her behaviour and actions would be what made her stand out as the sexiest of the party, Cherry immediately dropped to her knees and submissively stared at Jesse’s cock, pausing until she received further instructions. Sarah quickly followed suit, but instead of waiting to be told what to do, Sarah began crawling towards the thrifty merchant, her hefty breasts dragging along the ground.

Cherry immediately imitated the older woman, slithering in the mud until she was coated from head to toe in the wet dirt, her wiggling ass alone a sight that would have made any man hard. When they reached Jesse, Cherry stood and took off her dress, displaying her pert breasts and taut stomach.

_They couldn’t be doing any better if…well, they simply couldn’t be doing any better,_ Jesse reflected. _These women are perfect examples of perfect beauty and perfect sex, and I’m about to get the perfect blow-job from them._

The pair standing before him were a beautiful contrast: where Cherry was the picture of young and untouched virginal beauty, Sarah’s fuller breasts and womanly figure suggested her lustful nature and plentiful erotic experience. Where Cherry’s nude body was perfectly clean and almost blindingly white, Sarah was covered in slippery mud, causing her to look dirty, in every sense of the world.

But the ladies shared one thing—the look of overwhelming lust in their eyes. They didn’t disappoint Jesse—not even waiting for instructions, they immediately commenced licking and sucking, using their impressive oral skills to the most of their ability.

The young girl and the older woman were the perfect ying and yang of fellatio—Cherry’s administrations were tender and gentle, and the youthfulness of her face contrasted perfectly with the crude image of her small pink mouth sucking on a testicle, or her cheeks bulging as she tried to take the entirety of Jesse’s cock in her mouth.

Sarah, however, simply made her entire mouth a warm, wet tunnel, and roughly took Jesse’s cock inside of it, gagging as she deep-throated him, or just putting his hands on the sides of her head and letting him fuck her mouth at his own pace.

They never stopped competing; Cherry would have finally wrapped her lips around Jesse’s member when Sarah would stick a finger up the young girl’s rear, causing her to start and lose the man’s cock from her mouth…and Sarah would lose no time in taking her place.

Occasionally they would forget the competition momentarily—while Jesse was enjoying each and every aspect of the pair’s efforts, these were his favourite parts, when they would just took a side each, and lick and kiss his shaft simultaneously. Once or twice he even moved his manhood out of the way, and enjoyed the sight as the pair made out frantically, as if hungry and somehow even hornier due to the disappearance of his cock.

All too soon, he could feel his orgasm building. He wanted to curse—he’d planned on the recording being a long, slow build, and not only had he cut off the girls’ love-making, the incredible blow-job he was receiving had only lasted a few minutes. The girls, however, suddenly amped their competition up, both wanting to be the recipient of Jesse’s generous load.

No sooner would Cherry begin sucking on Jesse’s member when Sarah would slide her breasts up the shaft, pushing Cherry’s hungry mouth out of the way, and immediately replacing it with her own. Cherry responded by once more inserting her entire fist into the older woman’s gaping pussy, and causing enough pleasurable shivers to run up Sarah’s body that she would open her mouth in pleasure and lose Jesse’s cock.

At the moment that Jesse’s arousal hit its peak, neither girl had managed to wrap their lips around him, and he was delighted to unload himself on both the girls’ faces, spurting a seemingly endless supply of cum and thoroughly coating the both of them with it.

Jesse stepped back, a huge grin upon his face.

_Now,_ he thought, _the recording really gets interesting._


	Chapter 10

At the same time as Cherry’s ass was being filled by the horse’s seed, Tegarus was on her fifth pounding from Alex’s mighty bear cock. He was taking her anally for the second time, after experiencing her mouth once and her sopping pussy twice.

The sheer size of Alex’s member had been an incredible effort for Tegarus to take at first, but the spores had done their job, and the pain had been reduced to discomfort, and quickly turned to pleasure. Despite the restorative nature of Samael’s final spell, cumming five times within an hour had brought Alex to the limit of his capabilities, and he knew that after this final orgasm, he would need to take a break.

Conversely, Tegarus was insatiable—even now, full of cum in every hole, battered and bruised and covered in filth, she was still urging the bear lord on, verbally encouraging him to fill her up and treat her like a whore. She was squeezing muscles she hadn’t even realized that she had in order to persuade the last of Alex’s cum from his exhausted dick, but in itself that wasn’t enough.

Being in the body of a bear, feeling his own previous load of cum around his huge bear-cock, and taking one of the most powerful sorceresses in the world anally would have been dirty enough to make almost anyone come just from the sheer perversion of it, but at the end of his rope as he was, Alex needed more. Alex needed something truly perverse to push him over the edge, something so depraved that he never would have thought of it before now.

Fortunately for him, Tegarus was a bottomless pit of perversity, and when she sensed him slowing down and fatiguing she knew exactly what to do.

“RAWWRR!” Alex cried out in shock as Tegarus reached around, and used a spell to stimulate him where she couldn’t herself reach. She had attempted to reach behind the enormous bear and insert a few fingers into his behind, but the sheer size of the creature (and the awkward positioning) meant that she couldn’t reach, and so a solid pushing spell had done the job instead.

Suddenly energized, Alex sped up his thrusting. He knew that when his arousal had passed he’d feel extremely wrong about what had just occurred, but right then, in the heat of the moment, it had provided exactly what he needed, and it wasn’t long at all before he found himself cumming one last time, enthusiastically filling Tegarus’s behind with his spunk, before collapsing behind her, and curling up for a nap.

Tegarus had been so focused on the magic, so determined to get her bear lover off, that she had disregarded her own stimulation, and though she enjoyed the feeling of Alex’s final load sloshing around inside her ample anus, she was frustrated that she hadn’t enjoyed an orgasm of her own.

“D-d—...don’t look, children!”

Tegarus’s head whipped around at the noise, and was relieved to discover that the “children” the voice was referring to were not minors, but teenagers. A boy and a girl, both staring agape at the view in front of them. Normally Teg’s first move would have been to cover herself, or hide behind the enormous unconscious bear in front of her, but the influence of the spores (combined with her own outrageous arousal) combined to make that the last thing that she wanted to do.

Instead, she smiled, as her hand wandered down to her pussy, already dripping cum. A quick glance at the boy’s pants were enough to see that he was aroused, and though the signs were more subtle for the girl, millennia of experience meant that Tegarus could read most people like a book.

The increased breathing rate, the slight flush on her skin, and the awkward way that she was standing, suggesting that she wanted to rub her legs together, to give her sweet young cunt some relief...yes, Tegarus knew that these two were ripe for the picking.

She was going to have some fun here.

The source of the instruction had come from the man who was leading the small family; he looked like he was struggling with some desires of his own, though again, the tent in his pants meant that he too had been influenced by the spores of the Tarandian tree, easily affected by the sight in front of him.

The last member of the party looked too young to be the children’s mother, but she was holding hands with the man who had issued the command to turn away. Perhaps she was a step-mother, or perhaps she had simply aged well.

It didn’t matter. A smile slowly crept across Tegarus’s face as she examined the group in front of her. Though she stood naked and bruised in front of them, it was immediately clear who had the power. This family was hers to play with, at least until Alex woke up, or someone from up the hill joined them.

“Listen to your father!” the woman snapped, clearly trying to sound authoritative, but they ignored her instruction as strongly as they’d disregarded the man’s. Tegarus snapped her fingers, and a fireball appeared in front of her.

The family stepped back in shock, and Tegarus’s grin turned cruel.

“You’ve interrupted an extremely private moment here...” she said, making the fireball dance between her hands, the glow of the flame illuminating her breasts, and casting a glow underneath her face. “...and for that, I’m afraid, you must be punished.”

“We didn’t mean no harm!” the father exclaimed, gripping his younger wife’s hand tightly. He didn’t make any move to protect the children, Teg noticed. “We’ll be on our way. We’re sorry, ma’am!”

“How are you doing that?” the young girl asked curiously. Unlike their parents, the children didn’t seem at all scared.

“She’s a witch,” the bride hissed, and Tegarus made her displeasure apparent.

“A witch? A _witch_!? Oh, pet...“

She tutted gently, and suddenly whipped her hand upward. The woman’s dress matched the motion of the sorceress’s hand, and flew above her head, revealing her legs and blonde pubic hair. The children began to giggle, and Tegarus lowered her hand once more, to show the woman’s beet-red face.

“A witch has nothing near the power that I have...I, m’dear, am so much more than a common _witch_.“

Enjoying the power trip, Tegarus snapped her fingers, and the husband and wife were immediately bound by invisible rope, unable to move, unable to speak. Their eyes wide open, all they could do was observe as Tegarus slowly started to walk towards the two youngsters, her breasts bouncing with every step.

“Now tell me...” she said, her voice nothing more than a soft hiss, the brown-haired boy and girl forced to lean in to hear the words coming out of her mouth. “...what are your names?”

The children paused and looked at each other, suddenly nervous, until the lad spoke.

“I’m Oliver,” he said, “and this is my sister Jenna.”

“And what are your parent’s names?” Tegarus said, reaching out and playing with Jenna’s hair.

“I...Dad’s name is Dorro, but that’s not our mother.” Oliver continued. “That’s Elise. Mom died.”

Tegarus nodded in sympathy, and her hand travelled down the girl’s body, stroking her side and finally resting on her pert butt. The girl’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything.

“How much did you see, Jenna?”

Jenna was too nervous to speak, and Oliver once more did the talking for both of them.

“We saw the bear...we saw him...leak inside of you. That’s all we saw though, he fell asleep straight after.”

Tegarus abruptly turned to Oliver, and made eye contact. Her eyes flared in anger, and Oliver took a step backward.

“I believe I was asking your sister, boy. Jenna, what did you see?”

Jenna finally summoned up the courage to respond, repeating Oliver’s answer word for word. Tegarus stood up and walked back toward Alex. Dorro and Elise followed her every movement with their eyes, unable to do anything else. Jenna and Oliver took a few steps toward the bear, as if entranced by Tegarus’s movement.

“Have you ever done anything like that?” she asked, but before Oliver could speak, held up her hand to silence him. “I want answers from both of you.”

“No ma’am,” Jenna replied after a few seconds. “Never.”

This time, Oliver was the silent one, but as soon as Tegarus turned her gaze on him, he replied.

“I’ve...leaked before, miss. Just like the bear did.”

The pair’s visible arousal had deflated with fear, but it was starting to return. The combination of the spurs, the extraordinarily attractive naked lady in front of them, and the taboo subject matter was having its effect, and Tegarus watched with a smirk as Oliver’s member began to harden and tent his pants once more, and Jenna’s nipples were quick to follow suit.

Tegarus rested against her sleeping lover, like leaning on a large and furry rock. Without even knowing why they did, Jenna and Oliver took a few more steps forward, as if presenting themselves to the older lady. Soon, they were less than three feet away, and as Tegarus moved her hand down to her well-lubricated cunt, the pair’s eyes were unable to do anything but stare.

Again, Jenna stood in such a way that it was clear to Tegarus that she wanted to rub her legs together. This time, however, the older woman didn’t let it go without commenting on it.

“You say you’ve never done anything like that before, Jenna? You’ve never done anything like what you saw me do with my friend the bear here.”

Jenna didn’t respond, just nodded anxiously, her eyes wide.

“I think you’re lying. I think you know exactly why I did this.

“And I think liars need to be punished.”

Once more, Oliver spoke out of turn, this time loudly, in a display of bravery that impressed even Tegarus.

“No!” he exclaimed. “You can’t! Please, don’t do anything to hurt her.”

Tegarus continued to laze against the wall of fur, the arrogant smirk never leaving her face.

“Oh, I’m not going to hurt her. No, I rather think that Jenna is going to...enjoy her punishment.”

* * *

Oliver was feeling an extraordinarily strange mix of emotions. He knew that he should have been terrified and disgusted—his family had been going on their annual trip to the next town over. His father had moved away to escape his overbearing parents, but still walked the two-day journey once a year, to celebrate the holidays with his folks.

When they’d come across the strange tree, surrounded by rutting animals, the family knew that they should have just walked away. But something drew them in, something they couldn’t explain. Perhaps it was the beautiful flowers that it seemed to constantly throw into the air, or perhaps it was something more...either way, they’d continued along the path, just in time to see the bear empty itself into the attractive black-haired woman.

Now, he knew he should have been terrified, and there was certainly an element of fear. He knew he should have been scared for his sister, and he was definitely feeling protective. But more than anything, even more than the unnatural calm running through his system, Oliver was feeling aroused. Horny. More so than he did during his frequent masturbation sessions at home. More so than he did when he’d caught one of the girls from his village skinny-dipping in the river.

More so than even the time he’d walked in on his father and step-mother during intercourse. He’d stood there for several minutes before they’d noticed him, entranced by the sight of his father’s busty new bride as she lowered herself onto his father’s member, again and again.

Now, he knew he should have felt angry, or at least guilt. But despite his knowledge that these emotions should have been appearing, when Tegarus had told him what his twin sister’s punishment was going to be, all he’d felt was an intense arousal, and it didn’t seem to be going away.

“Jenna,” she’d said, so matter-of-fact. “I’m sure you’ve wondered what a boy’s manhood looks like, am I right?”

To Oliver’s surprise, Jenna had nodded, her eyes wide, waiting to hear what her punishment was going to be. He’d never considered his sister having the same urges as him—he’d assumed that she wasn’t interested in boys. Even half an hour earlier, he knew that the idea of his sister having sex, or being interested in what was in a boy’s pants would have repulsed him...but now, for some reason, he found the idea incredibly sexy.

“Well,” the witch had continued. “You’re about to find out.

“Jenna, get on your knees. Oliver, I want you to show your sister what it looks like when you...leak.”

There had been a noise from their parents, constrained a few feet behind them, but Tegarus had nonchalantly whipped her hand and the noise stopped.

The siblings stood there wordlessly for a few seconds, Tegarus’s instructions sinking into their brains, and Jenna had been the first to break eye-contact with the sorceress, turning to her brother and submissively sinking to her knees.

If Oliver’s dick hadn’t been hard before, it would have become erect quickly enough to risk tearing a hole in his pants. The sight of Jenna presenting herself to him was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Was this Tegarus’s influence, or was it an indication that she wanted to see him, wanted to see his member, wanted to see him spurting his juices?

Oliver wasn’t waiting for an answer as he lowered his pants and wrapped his fist around his swollen cock. He was too preoccupied to spot it, but nothing escaped Tegarus’s notice—as soon as his prick had become visible, Jenna’s eyes had lit up, and her mouth had opened slightly in admiration. She was excited by the sight of her twin brother’s cock, there was no hiding it. Not from the experienced sorceress.

Tegarus slowly pleasured herself as she watched Oliver’s hand slowly jack up and down his engorged penis. She wasn’t sure what she found more erotic—the excitement of both siblings as they exposed themselves to one another, or the fact that she was in control, she had the power to make them do whatever they wanted. She was sure that in the next few hours, Oliver would be fucking his sister in each and every hole, but from her end, there was no rush. She wanted their perversion to be deliciously slow.

She let the lad masturbate himself for a few minutes before she interfered again. She already knew what a sick bitch she was, but she was curious to see how far the siblings would allow her to push the other without interfering.

“Stop,” she said slowly, enjoying the look of disappointment on both the twins’ faces as they did as commanded. Jenna’s breathing had been getting heavier and heavier, and it was obvious that the young girl was as excited for Oliver to cum as he was. “I don’t think that Oliver is getting enough...visual stimulation.”

Jenna was too busy staring at Tegarus’s exposed pussy to see the look of confusion that flitted across Oliver’s face, but it was obvious to Tegarus...as obvious as Jenna’s urge to mirror the older lady’s actions. Teg would have been surprised if Jenna had ever been this turned on in her life.

“For the male to achieve orgasm, he needs stimulation. Oliver, I don’t think you’ll be able to cum unless Jenna takes her top off. Do you?”

_This is the moment of truth_ Tegarus wickedly thought. She could practically see the battle of morals taking place inside Oliver’s head. Would he let himself take advantage of his sister like this, or would he pass up on the chance to see her tits?

It was clearly a hard decision, but it was one that he made quickly.

“I’m sorry sis,” he said. “But she’s right.”

Tegarus had to resist the temptation to go straight for her clit and make herself cum then and there. It was so hot, the sight of Jenna maintaining eye contact with her twin as she slowly took her top off for him. Oliver’s lie was just sugar on top of the delightfully erotic situation; the knowledge that he was manipulating his sibling for his own arousal would have been enough for Tegarus to reach climax, but she held off, knowing there was more to come.

She wondered if Oliver knew what the hardness of Jenna’s nipples meant, or if he would simply assume that tits were always like that. Every time he saw his twin’s from now on, they probably would be.

As Oliver slowly began to stroke himself once more, his eyes never leaving his sister’s small but perky breasts, Jenna shivered with pleasure, and goosepimples began to appear on her freckled skin. She didn’t know why it turned her on so, being exposed in front of her brother like this, watching his hand run up and down his member just a few inches from her face, but she couldn’t think of anything that had ever affected her so strongly.

Tegarus took a glance behind them, at their restrained parent (and step-parent)—they looked furious, but even from a distance, even through the anger, Teg could sense how arousing they found the whole situation.

_Your turn will come soon enough,_ she thought, and refocussed her attention on the pair in front of her. _These two are going to need some help cleaning up, soon enough, and that’s where you’ll come in, Elise…_

The sexually-charged situation had brought Oliver close to orgasm even before his sister’s exposure, but the sight of her delicious tits had accelerated the process, and it was barely a few minutes later when he found himself about to cum.

“Stop!” Tegarus cried out again, a wicked grin upon her face. “Jenna, this is the moment where you make a choice. If you turn away now, the memory of your fine orbs will be enough to bring your brother off. Turn away, and I’ll let him go. Your father and step-mother too. That will be the end of my little games with them; I’ll send your whole family on their way, and keep you here as my pet.

“But if you let your brother cum on your milky-white tits, then your punishment is over. You’re no longer beholden to me...but the games will continue.”

Now Jenna faced a quandary of her own. The truly unselfish girl who had woken up that morning would have chosen the first option in a heartbeat, but while she knew it was the right thing to do, Jenna couldn’t bring herself to send her brother away. Now that she’d become acquainted with his cock, she knew that she wanted to have a lot more to do with it.

Staying with the witch would undoubtedly have resulted in years of sexual play, but sending her brother—and his dick—away was unthinkable. Besides, she was yearning for the feeling of Oliver’s cum on her chest. She was burning to know what it looked like, felt like, even tasted like, and almost nothing in the world would have made her pass up the opportunity to find out.

Oliver, for his part, tried to delay for as long as he could. _Turn away, sis_ he thought, even while secretly wanting her to do anything but. He slowed down his pace, he tried to think of anything besides the erotic thought in front of him, but after a few minutes had passed and Jenna still hadn’t turned away, he realized what her decision was, and the thought was enough to push him over the edge.

It felt like nothing he’d ever experienced before. His other orgasms paled in comparison to this one—it seemed to start at his toes, and travel all the way up his legs. His sack tightened and as his hands brushed over the glans of his penis, his hips started bucking with pleasure.

The sight of his topless sister in front of him, staring up in submissive anticipation of what was to come did nothing but add a more powerful orgasm than Oliver could ever have imagined experiencing. His thick ropes of cum spurt out, and his penis jerked three, four, five, six times before it finished.

Panting with excitement, Oliver opened his eyes to the sight of Jenna doused in cum, her hands still behind her back, his thick seed painting her from face to belly-button. As he watched, her small pink tongue came out and tasted the white goo hanging off every part of her body.

She grinned at the taste, and was about to start scooping more of it off herself when Tegarus spoke up once more.

“No no no, young lady. That’s not for you.”

The twins turned to see Elise standing beside them, clearly not in control of her own body. At a nod from Tegarus, their step-mother leaned forward, and without using her hands, began to eat her step-son’s cum off her step-daughter’s body.

Oliver and Jenna grinned at each other. An unspoken conversation happened between them, as they made sure each other was okay with what had just happened, and quickly confirmed that they were both looking forward to what was next. As Elise licked the last of the sticky substance off Jenna’s face, Oliver said out loud what they were both thinking:

“I could get used to this...”


	Epilogue

For the next few hours, Tegarus played with the family. Before long Alex woke up, in human form, and played with her while she played with them.

Unlike the rest of their party, however, the family were not permanently bound to the tree’s effects, and so after a few days of experimentation, they were sent on their way. Tegarus strongly suspected that even after the spore’s effects wore off, the family would still be using each other to get off—Elise had developed a real submissive streak, and the sorceress was sure that when Jenna and Oliver weren’t relieving each other, they’d be using their sexy step-mother for their pleasure.

It was several months before the party moved on from the tree—due to Samael’s spell, its influence would never leave them, but whenever they began to move they would instead find a new irresistible perversion or combination to attempt.

The prophecy forgotten, they made their way to the nearest city, and using Jesse’s Seeing Stone (and the women’s bodies), made enough money to purchase a large house for the twelve of them to live.

Before leaving, they gathered up several of the flowers. Occasionally they would recruit women from the street, expose them to the scent, and invite them to join the frey. Once the Tarandian powers wore off, many of them declined to stay, but occasionally they would find a true slut, who was eager to be used by the many muscled men even without the erotic influence of the flowers.

Samael and Cherry were married; though many came looking for the Princess of The Belgar, none connected the innocent girl who’d slipped away with the brazen, red-faced whore who lived in the house upon the hill.

It took Tegarus many months to pinpoint the cause of her dissatisfaction in the house, but eventually she realized—her experiences with the family on the road awoke something in her.

Her announcement that she was leaving was met with shock, sadness, and several weeks of intense and deeply erotic goodbye sex. She set out with a basket of the Tarandian flowers, and plans to set many more peasant families down a corrupted path they would never leave…

### The End.

(With apologies to David Eddings.)


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