The Blade of Highwind: The Complete Trilogy, page 53
But within seconds of Isolde touching me, it became clear that she was something else entirely. With the aid of her collar, she knew exactly where and how to touch me. She could meet my exact wishes before I became aware of them. She was a diviner of desire, a prophetess of pussy.
An amazon on a mission to please her Maskari.
I came in record time, even for me. The tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over me so hard I almost drowned, which was a blessing only because without breath, I couldn’t scream as loud as I otherwise would have. Mirek had once joked that he’d need to fit me with a gag to keep me from alerting the town every time we fucked. His cock could do the trick just fine when it was lodged down my throat where it belonged, but in the times when it was otherwise occupied, he had a point.
“Baby…oh!” I stammered, lifting my right hand from the desk and grabbing a thick handful of her brown hair. “Just…like…that!”
I crushed her head between my thighs as a second climax followed swiftly on the heels of the first. My grip was a boon; I could feel her body shuddering from the aftershocks of my finish, and her hands squeezed my legs for support.
But she didn’t relent. Her lips and mouth continued their unceasing assault even while I spent, lapping up my release as if it were precious. I felt more than heard her moan as she reached her own crest. My breathing became stunted, and for a few airless seconds I felt like my mind had completely left my body.
When lucidity finally returned and my grip loosened, I looked down to see Isolde smiling up at me, her lips soaked and her eyes glimmering with contentment. And in that moment of orgasmic haze, I knew it was time to show her my surprise gift and return her glorious favor.
“Fuck,” I wheezed, feathering my fingers through her hair. “That was so good…”
“Then I shall bring you again,” Isolde said.
“Wait!” I said, tugging on her hair before she could dive in for seconds. “I need to return the favor.”
“That is unnecessary. Your pleasure is paramount.”
I snorted. “That’s ridiculous.”
“The tan’ratha rewards me for my service,” Isolde said, touching the gem in her collar.
“I know, but we’ve been over this,” I said, leaning up. “The echo isn’t as good as the real thing.”
“Perhaps not, but it is—”
“Nope,” I cut her off. “On your feet, honey.”
She frowned but obeyed, rising in front of me. The movement jiggled her breasts, and it made me wonder if I should expand my decree and insist she go topless all the time, or at least whenever we were in private. She’d probably agree to it, and gods knew that Mirek wouldn’t mind. If I expanded that edict to every woman in the city, I’d be the most popular monarch in Torsian history.
It took all my willpower to resist the urge to grab and squeeze them as I slid off the desk and unstrapped my own breastplate, then tossed it onto the floor next to hers. The rush of fresh air felt good on my tits, probably since my nipples were already rock hard and yearning for play. My quim was still ablaze despite her best efforts to quench the flames, which was pretty much the story of my life.
“Now get that cute ass of yours up on the table,” I ordered. “And prepare for the fucking of your life.”
Isolde climbed onto the table even though her confused frown remained. “I do not understand. You are not a male.”
“And thank the gods for that,” I said. “But there’s a saying in Nelu’Thalas: gúl fallana ilya arwa. It’s meant to be tongue-in-cheek, since magic can’t really fix every problem. But as far as I can tell, Avetharri artificers were the horniest bastards in the entire empire. If there was something they couldn’t fuck, they found a way.”
Smiling, I turned and showed her the toy I’d purchased. Visually, it looked like leather panties with tiny vatari gemstones in the waistband, just like the similar gûltelco I’d seen in Nelu’Thalas. But even though they’d dedicated themselves to fighting sorcery, the Senosi had apparently made some tweaks to the original design. It made sense: the Castarium had once been filled with angry young women, and they’d needed a way to have fun with each other since they mostly reviled men.
“What is that?” Isolde asked.
“An elegant solution to an age-old problem,” I said, stepping into the harness and sliding it up my legs as if I were putting my panties back on. “You’ll love it, I promise.”
I secured the harness around my hips. An excited tingle raced through me as I touched one of the gemstones. There was the faintest hum of magical power as the device awakened after who knew how long…
And then, with a flash of Aetheric energy, a glowing arcane phallus sprouted from the harness above my quim.
“Zor kalah!” Isolde gasped.
“Proof that the gods exist, and that they love me,” I said, biting down on my lip as I gingerly reached out to the semi-translucent stem. “It’s supposed to send sensations to…oh!”
My mind went blank as I curled my fingers around the shaft. Just like I’d hoped, the phallus felt real, as if I were touching a part of my own body. In theory, the gûltelco would let me experience what it was like to have sex as a man without all the obnoxious baggage of actually being one. It could throb, it could grow.
And most importantly, it could cum.
“Oh, gods,” I breathed. “Can you feel…?”
I didn’t need to finish. As I stroked the sorcerous stem, Isolde’s breaths became stilted. She practically fell back on her palms as she struggled to endure the sensory assault, which had the lovely side effect of pushing out her chest. Evidently, experiencing Mirek’s pleasure through her collar still hadn’t prepared her. She was going to need even more training.
Training I was all too happy to provide.
“Probably not quite big enough for you,” I teased. “But don’t worry—gúl fallana ilya arwa!”
Touching the gemstone again, I increased the size of the arcane phallus another few inches. Looking at it made me grin. Gods, I couldn’t wait until she used it on me next…
But the adjustments the Senosi had made might let us both have what we wanted. Bracing myself, I touched the other gemstone on the waistband…
And squealed in delight as the device sprouted another phallus, this one straight into my quim.
“Faarea,” I breathed. “It’s…oh…”
The arcane phallus stretched my carnal walls as gloriously as the real thing. My toes reflexively curled, and I bit down on my lip as I swayed on my feet. I couldn’t tell where the sensations of my own body ended and those of the cock began. This thing was every bit as amazing as advertised. I could basically fuck both of us at the same time.
“No mortal should have this much power,” I said. “It’s unholy.”
“Oh!” Isolde gasped.
When I mustered the will to reopen my eyes, I saw her entire body trembling, breasts heaving and legs spread to their fullest extent. The lips of her amazon cunt were parted and glistening, the delicate pink flesh within flexing needily. I’d never seen a woman who needed to get fucked more in my life.
“I’m coming!” I breathed, rushing up to her. “Just hold on!”
With her knees already parted, I had no trouble positioning myself between her smooth, athletic legs. They reflexively drew together as my hips brushed her inner thighs, cradling my sides, inviting me deeper. And when I pushed the tip of the magical stem against her folds, her eyes fluttered open and met mine.
“It is…nnn…a miracle,” Isolde said, eyeing the glowing stem with a mix of wonder and desperation. “I never imagined you would be able to take me in such a manner.
“I’m a resourceful girl,” I said, heart pounding as I brought my lips to hers and gave them a soft kiss. “Never doubt that.”
Smiling warmly, Isolde pushed off from the table and locked her hands behind my neck instead, surrendering her weight to me…and then paused.
“Your necklace,” she breathed. “Where…?”
“Don’t worry about it,” I soothed. “With you and Mirek around, I’ll have all the energy I can use. Now, you ready to feed me or what?”
Isolde slowly leaned back and pulled me on top of her, our breasts meeting in warm, soft communion, while our mouths were never more than an inch apart.
“My body is your shield in battle,” she said. “And a vessel for your pleasure beyond.”
Both my magical cocks tingled in anticipation as another rush of heat flooded my core, the stem buried inside me twitching against my walls, the one poised at Isolde’s entrance merely throbbing, the tip nuzzling her moist labia. It was a hell of a creed, I had to admit, and one that had stirred the imaginations of men across Torsia for generations. Having a pretty wife was all well and good, but having a pretty wife whose personal code of honor compelled her to defend you in battle then submit to every one of your desires afterward? It seemed even less believable than one of Aluriel’s ridiculous Elvish romance novels.
But here she was beneath me, her body wrapped around me and her breath hot on my lips. Waiting. Yearning.
“Please,” Isolde whispered. “Take me.”
Despite all the breathless gasps and lustful moans and pitiful whimpers that had escaped her lips the last few days, I’d never heard her voice as desperate as it was right now. I glanced down the length of her body to the glowing phallus. Even with just the head pressed against her nether lips, I could already feel her carnal heat threatening to envelop me. If this felt even half as good as the phallus inside me—or a quarter as good as when Mirek split me open—I was going to lose my damn mind.
It was time to find out.
Holding my breath, I pushed inside her. I expected her grip to be tight and wet, and I wasn’t the least bit disappointed. But the heat was what nearly overwhelmed me. It spread throughout my body, enveloping me like a steaming bath and threatening to carry me away. I could have cum so easily, especially when Isolde gasped and clutched me more tightly against her bosom, her intimate walls clenching as I went further, deeper into her channel, closer to her womb. It felt as though I was becoming a part of her…
Gods, if this was what Mirek felt like when he entered me, I had no idea how he didn’t cum in a heartbeat. My tight elven walls must have been absolute torture. I knew I was irresistible.
“Gods,” I breathed, swallowing. “You feel absolutely incredible.”
“I know.”
I looked down at her. Isolde’s face bore a radiant yet sultry smile, and we shared a breathless chuckle. I pushed even deeper, drawing another cry from her mouth when I finally hilted myself. My hips met hers the very instant I felt my tip find the end of her passage. I gave us both a moment to recover, kissing her lips and drinking her breath as if it was my own.
“I need you…” I panted. “To promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“If we survive this,” I rasped, “I want you to promise to use this thing on me as soon as possible. Like, all the time. Over and over.”
“I promise,” Isolde purred, kissing me again. “But you must make a pledge to me as well.”
“Name it.”
“You must also be willing to call upon me whenever you are flush with desire. My body is yours to be used.”
“You may regret telling me that,” I said, smiling again. “I get excited easily.”
“I have experienced this,” she said. “But you are still female. Your desires will never blaze as hot as that of a male.”
“Okay, you’re definitely going to regret saying that. I am going to fuck you over and over again.”
“Please do,” she breathed, flexing her core around me. “Maskari.”
Gritting my teeth, I rolled back my hips and pulled the phallus out of her. Once more, the clutch of her walls nearly set me off. The sensation was truly incredible…but I had never felt the need to hold back a climax or pace myself before. It was absolutely maddening! How in the bloody void did men live like this?
And looking down at Isolde didn’t help one bit. The sheen of sweat on her athletic figure, the jiggle of her breasts as she panted for breath, the desperate look in her brown eyes as she waited for me to take her…
I owed Mirek an apology. Or maybe just a big heaping bundle of respect. When he entered me, he always waited until I’d spent before letting himself release, and I never realized how tortuous it must have been for him. It was beyond mere courtesy. He was a damn saint! A knight in a shining doublet.
I made a promise to myself right then and there: the next time he fucked me, I was going to let him know that he was more than welcome to cum in one thrust or ten or a hundred, whatever he wanted. And whenever he did, my lips would be right there to clean him up and get him back in the fight.
But right now, I had my own battle to wage. And even though I knew her collar would make Isolde climax no matter when I did, I couldn’t live with myself if I popped in a single thrust. No, I was going to pound this girl right.
Swallowing hard, I pushed back into her, moaning uncontrollably as her heat enveloped me again. Isolde kept her arms around my neck, holding me close and sharing my breaths, and by my third thrust, the grip of her legs tightened and pulled me in deeper.
So far, so good. I just need to—
“Oh!” I blurted out when I felt her walls churn in rhythm with my next push. I could see her abdominal muscles flexing as she ground against me, meeting my force with hers. It was a damn miracle I didn’t pop.
This was completely unfair! Isolde had so many tools to get me off, and I had so few to resist. My opinion of Mirek went up yet another notch. It almost made me regret teasing him and getting him hot all the time.
Almost. Mostly, it confirmed the theory I’d held from the moment I’d sucked him off in that tavern: a girl was never more powerful than when she was on her knees.
“More,” Isolde breathed, rolling her hips against me. “Harder. Please…”
Gritting my teeth, summoning willpower I never thought I had and probably never would again, I started to rut her at a regular pace, slamming in and then withdrawing, again and again. My heart pounded in my ears in perfect rhythm with me pounding her amazon cunt, and the wet slaps of our meeting flesh grew nearly as loud as our frantic moans.
I’d never felt desire like this before, a need to rut and fill and fuck as only a cock could. It filled the world beside all the sensations, beating with angry fists against my resolve to be steady, to enjoy each stroke inside that heavenly heat. Even the familiar pleasure of the phallus inside me, the sparks singing along my nerves from the delightful friction caused by my thrusts into Isolde, didn’t hold a candle to it. And when I gazed down at her—at my amazon warrior—knowing I could have her like this any time I wanted…
My control shattered.
“Shit…shit…shit!”
Pulling out of her at the last possible instant, I grabbed hold of the glowing phallus right as it burst. I had been told that the gûltelco offered the true male experience, from getting hard to making a right and proper mess. And when this one popped, I wasn’t disappointed.
Half a dozen thick, gooey ropes of magical seed fired from the tip, bathing her naked flesh in my glorious triumph. Watching it splash over her, desecrating her flawless olive skin, was nearly as hot as having it done to me. And appreciating the mess I’d made of her when I’d finished, seeing the glistening beads of the magical cum all over her tits and stomach and chin, it was suddenly easy to understand why it drove men so crazy. I loved it when Mirek came on me, and not just because my tattoos could feed on his power. I enjoyed the sudden rush of heat down my throat, the creamy warm splatter on my skin, the sticky, salty aftertaste on my lips…
But mostly, I loved the way it made me feel powerful knowing that my body had driven him over the edge. Even when I was caked in his seed, I somehow felt like I was the one in control.
Yet seeing Isolde like this, her body glazed almost beyond recognition, I felt a different kind of power. Primal. Animalistic. As if I had taken a beautiful female and marked her as my own.
Gods, it was so hot. And I wished more than ever that Mirek were here with us right now so he could flip me over, drive his manhood into me, and cum all over me, too…
“Mirek is…oooh…” Isolde stammered, her eyes fluttering as she struggled to speak. “He is still…waiting…on his contact.”
“Too bad for him,” I said. “Guess he should have stayed here and played with us for a while.”
Swallowing, Isolde finally steadied herself enough to look up at me. “It would appear that we have more time.”
I smiled down at her and brushed several damp strands of dark hair from her eyes. “However will we fill it?”
“The first night we copulated at Arkney Falls, you promised to teach me some techniques for pleasing a male with your lips.”
“Such as how you should always have your tits out?” I asked cheekily.
“Yes,” Isolde said. “With this device, perhaps it is a good time to continue my instruction.”
“Mm,” I said, imagining looking down into those brown eyes of hers while she was on her knees with a cock in her throat. It would be a hell of a sight, that was for sure, and the mental image of exploding in her mouth was pretty damn hot. But then again…
“You disapprove of this idea?” she asked, sensing my hesitation.
“Not at all,” I said. “I just figured you’d want to put it on and try it out on me.”
“If that is what you desire, I will happily—”
“No, it’s all right,” I soothed, brushing her cheek. “I’m sure you’ll get the chance soon. But for now…”
Grunting, I leaned back and allowed the phallus to slip out of her. The stem didn’t shrivel like a real cock, thankfully, but it yearned to be back inside her velvet depths as quickly as possible. This thing was going to teach me more than I had ever imagined about male desire. I suddenly felt bad for Mirek, not just because he was missing out on this, but for all the times he’d slid out of me after he’d finished. Gods, it must have been torture!
I would have to make it up to him later. Repeatedly. But as for now…
