On a slow day at Clothspinner’s & Co. one of the younger employees was assigned the boring task of filing a backlog of Master Daniel Clothspinner-Willingdon’s routine documents. It had proved to be a most tedious job for Apprentice Leatherworker Ockham as he sorted through invoices, correspondence and marketing reports. Halfway down the high pile of paperwork Ockham came across the week’s design sketches.
It was part of the design process that some conceptual designs be generated on paper before a single square yard of expensive fabric should be cut. The sketches were usually done during consultations with the client by Masters Richerd or Daniel, both excellent artists.
Ockham had a professional interest in the designs and so he took a moment to review the work currently being produced by the two Master Tailors. Though fairly new to the Firm, he felt pride to see the inventive designs that Clothspinner & Company were producing.
He saw a few ideas he could incorporate into his own leather pieces. He had spent a half hour professionally reviewing the design concepts before he happened upon a rather eye-catching design drawing of a very attractive client.
The subject of the drawing was a very pretty Wood Elf in a very lovely dress coloured hunter green. He was impressed how the scoop neck of the bodice made the diminutive Elf look quite busty.The bodice barely covered her breasts, which threatened to spill out should she ever be so unwise as to bend forward slightly. What material there was covering her breasts was of a see through lace that showed her tawny nipples clearly. Their large diameters held his gaze for a long minute. Attracted to the pretty Wood Elf, his erection awoke.
Quite taken by the revealing image, he looked for more pictures of the Wood Elf. He found eight or nine more design sketches of the same beautiful girl in various designs for winter dresses plus a couple of designs for some summer dresses. The summer dresses were to be of thin, partially transparent material, nipple and boob plainly showing.
Captivated by the unidentified Lady, Ockham delved further into the pile of dress designs, hoping there were more pictures of this Feir’Dal cutie. He browsed through dozens of other design drawings, all showing elegant Ladies in elegant gowns in expertly done watercolours that illustrated the proposed designs so effectively. Clothspinner & Co never produced mediocre work.
As he neared the bottom of the pile, he almost gave up on finding more sketches of this mysterious Wood Elf that had so intrigued him. To his delight, right at the bottom, Ockham came across several drawings he did not expect to ever find. Master Daniel had made some figure drawings of the darling Wood Elf who, it seemed, was very willing to pose in various stages of undress. They surely had been left in with the routine paperwork by mistake.
The topless and nude sketches of the Wood Elf were quite revealing. Knowing he was out of line for even looking he pored over every one of the drawings, studying every detail of the blatant nakedness of that naughty Wood Elf.
Whoever she was, she had seemingly enchanted Master Daniel enough for him to devote a good portion of their appointment rendering her nudity in those watercolour sketches. He had captured the round curves of hip and waist, the perfect proportions of her thighs and the self-confident innocence in her pretty eyes. Under her closely trimmed triangle of lady beard she was showing a most inviting vulva.
Ockham’s initial assumption that the subject of the drawing had the smallish breasts one might assume a Wood Elf would have was overturned by the bare breasts depicted in the explicit drawings. Erotically large boobs perched there on her chest. Impossible to exist on such a small Wood Elf frame, there they were in full glory. Those large nipples, perfectly round, crowned her impossibly spherical jugs.
In one sketch the nipples were quite erect with the areola shrunk accordingly. Though Ockham could not know whether the teats had hardened from a drafty room or the pleasure of having a male painting her in the nude he had no doubts that Master Daniel had enjoyed seeing those nipples rise into the hardness he had so faithfully recorded with his brushes. Ockham’s eyes lingered long moments on that particular drawing of the uninhibited Feir’Dal with the big hard nipples.
The last sketch of the ‘collection’ was the most interesting. It showed the pretty Wood Elf leaning back in her chair, her calves wrapped around its two front legs. Her thighs were thus spread open. Her labia showed. She seemed waiting for the viewer to come over and fuck her right there. Okcham’s erection flexed involuntarily as if agreeing with him that this was the best picture of the lot.
Though there had been nothing written on any of the other drawings, Ockham flipped the last drawing over to check. He found a tantalizingly brief label on the back written in Master Daniel’s hand: ”The Lady Viscountess Cadwarra, Nude Study”. Ockham was intrigued to know if this ‘Lady Cadwarra’ had actually spread wide like that at Master Daniel’s request, or had the pose been based on an imaginary image that had existed only in the salacious mind of Master Daniel.
Dying to find more nudes of this Lady Cadwarra, he decided to entirely shirk his assigned duties. Quite without permission or instruction, he turned and delved through the private archives over on the other wall, nosing about in files he had no business looking at. He poked around in the archives of both Master Daniel and Master Richerd hoping to find more naked pictures.
He found lots. He had had no idea so many women liked to pose in the nude. At least two dozen beautiful wives and daughters of the wealthiest houses of Qeynos were getting their fun letting their Master Tailors draw them in their birthday suits. As many sketches were done by Master Richerd as Master Daniel.
He was disappointed to find no other sketches of this Lady Cadwarra in Master Daniel’s archives but Master Richerd had several nude sketches of a very pretty, small-chested cutie. Ockham did not need to flip that picture over to see if there was a name on the back. It was easy to recognize Lady Amber Vishra as the little teen cockteaser posing for those nude studies. What a wicked little girl she was. He bet she would be as nice a fuck as Lady Cadwarra.
Ockham suddenly realized how much time he had wasted, snooping into places he had no business to be. Chastising himself for his irresponsible indulgence he pushed the archives closed and returned to his filing task. His timing was most fortunate; the Receptionist entered to room a split second after the drawer was closed. Ockham thanked Marr the Receptionist had not arrived a mere moment earlier. He would not want to have been caught looking into files where he had had no business looking.
The Receptionist was in a small panic. She had hurried to the file room when she realized she had misplaced Lady Cadwarra’s rudie pics. She was in a hurry to correct her misfiling and was quite distressed to find that handsome Leatherworker Ockham in the room. Initially, it looked to her like he had not yet discovered the naked pictures of Lady Cadwarra, so the situation was saved.
Unfortunately he still blushed beet red as he straightened the still unfiled design pictures to cover any glimpse of the Lady Cadwarra’s nude pics down at the bottom of the pile. By that action, the Receptionist knew Ockham had indeed seen the pictures. That would also explain the incriminating bang of the archives being closed just before she had entered the room. Men were such poor dissemblers.
The Receptionist managed to appear unconcerned. “Ah, you found the drawings of Lady Cadwarra” she said, pretending not to see that Ockham had a hard-on. “And who knows what other secrets you found in those archives...”
She left the accusation hanging there. By his silence, Ockham admitted he was guilty of the suggested wrongdoing.
The Receptionist did not pry further. She held out her hand and asked “if you don’t mind, would you pass that bottom picture over to me, the one where Lady Cadwarra is showing her snatch. I need to courier it over to Lord Vishra. It should have been sent yesterday.”
Ockham docilely handed over the drawing of Lady Cadwarra leaning back in the chair lewdly showing herself off.
“Thank you, Ockham.” The Receptionist’s tone was friendly but her next words were a definite warning. “I am sure this incident would go poorly for you if anyone hears of this. I assume, therefore, that neither my small error in leaving these images out for you to find nor your gross breech of trust in searching confidential files will ever be mentioned again.”
“I think that is best” Ockham agreed. He should have left it at that but curiosity got the better of him. “If I may, who is Lady Cadwarra?”
The Receptionist answered him as she slipped Cadwarra’s pornographic image into an envelope addressed to Lord Vishra. “Viscountess Cadwarra is just another client that allowed Master Daniel to shoot his cum all over her rather large boobs, as is his privilege should members of our clientele enjoy such diversions during their appointments. I will remind you, such a privilege is not yours.”
She looked at Ockham, amused at how horny the young Leather Worker had gotten just by the accidental glimpse of the ‘private’ sketches of a pretty little Wood Elf. She suspected the fool had developed a crush on the Lady.
“You can stop dreaming about your betters” the Receptionist told Ockham bluntly “not only is Lady Cadwarra above your station in life, but she has recently become a Vishra Mistress. The only consolation I can give you is that with the coin the Vishra House spends on their mistresses’s dresses you’ll catch a glimpse of your Lady sooner than later.”
One of the Receptionist’s duties was to ensure the young men working so closely with these wealthy female customers in various states of undress should not be overly stimulated...or at least when they did get overly stimulated she should ensure they were taken care of so that they might keep their minds on their duties. Because of her error in leaving those pictures out, this Apprentice’s over stimulation was her fault.
The Receptionist swept her appreciating eyes up and down Ockham’s tall, masculine body. Typical of these young Apprentices, he still had that boner.
There were apocryphal stories of a foolish apprentice who had once misread a signal from a Highborn Daughter of a Powerful House and had made ill-advised advances. Irreparable damage to the reputation of Clothspinner’s had resulted. The incident was probably just a foolish fable, a cautionary tale repeated over the decades. Nevertheless, the Receptionist was expected to ensure that such a thing would never happen again. She was expected to use any means necessary to keep these young men from having urges.
“Let’s not further discuss the good Lady Cadwarra” she told Ockham. “I see your prick has understandably been made erect by all those pictures you found. I can take an early break if you want to meet me in the storeroom.”
The Receptionist knelt between supply shelves in front of Ockham and casually took his longish cock in her mouth. She lamented he was perhaps a bit lacking in girth. Except for the heavy bolt of silver brocade that fell over on him in the middle of the blow job, Ockham quite enjoyed the interlude.
Despite the Receptionists excellently executed blowjobs over the next several days Ockham thought frequently of those pictures of the naked Lady Cadwarra as she posed so temptingly. He yearned to see the captivating Cadwarra in the flesh, notwithstanding that he would never be entitled to dally with a woman of her position. He developed a fantasy of watching a nude Lady Amber suck on a nude Lady Cadwarra’s breasts.
At one coffee break, his fellow leathersmith, Antonina, mentioned that she was to be working with the Mosscleam Firm to do some ceremonial armour for some of the Vishra Women. Ockham feigned a lack of interest though his heart jumped at the slimmest possibility that Lady Cadwarra or Lady Amber would be one of the Vishra women.
He casually asked whose armour it would be. Antonina had snapped impatiently at him. “How should I know who it will be, Ockham? Probably that new Vishra Mistress that was in the other day jiggling her jizz-smeared boobs around as she left with her towel and her bag of biscotti. That’s my guess.”
Based on that scanty information, more hopeful speculation than fact, Ockham had paid Antonina near half a week’s pay to allow him to go to the Mossclean shop in her stead. “I need the assignment to add to my portfolio” he had lied. “Let me have this job, Nina; you’ve had enough work with the Vishra Family to fill three resumés.”
Antonina loved to wager on the pig races and was always in need of coin to pay her gambling debts to Lodi Bightn. She accepted the bribe.
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Zanhass had never been in the Temple of Life before. She was awed by the many Priests and such moving about, heading here or there. She wished she was back at the smithy where she had left poor Kivan. He was doing his best to get her work done for her while she had been sent to talk to a senior Druid in the Temple.
Despite Kivan’s best efforts to keep her caught up she was losing a day’s work. She hoped it would not be a full day. She needed to get home as soon as possible. Kivan was unable to do any of the more complicated tasks that needed doing.
She was directed by the Guard at the gates to go see Prelate Lorhym Ithpsym in his study. She knocked and a voice told her to enter.
Prelate Ithpsym was working at his desk, trying to finish some paperwork before he could begin working on the truly important task that needed doing that day. He put the unfinished document aside, sighing at the interruption. Why had someone sent this little Wood Elf to bother him?
He stood politely, nevertheless. She was very pretty. Whatever she wanted, he could have her come back later, when he had some free time. She was young, maybe she was a virgin.
Zanhass was quite intimidated by the scary High Elf now towering over her. He was almost as tall as a Human, standing in a near empty room with not much in the study. There was a trash bin by the door and a desk on the far wall. On top of the desk was a quill, a pot of coffee, some important looking papers and an unlit candle. Since both a Wood Elf and a High Elf could see perfectly fine in the dark, the candle seemed a needless accessory. It was further puzzling to see there was a whole boxful of such candles on the floor beside the desk.
Not knowing the High Elf language, she introduced herself in Common. Ithpsym looked down at the little Wood Elf while she stammered out that she had an appointment with him that morning. Replying in the same language, he told her that he had had no appointment with anyone named Zanhass. Someone had played a joke on her. “Who sent you on such a Fool’s Errand, Blacksmith?”
“The Old Druidess, Excellency.”
Ithpsym was perplexed. Why would Elsabethia send this girl to bother him when he had an important meeting with that new Acolate he had been given. What was her name? Mossclean. Suddenly, the copper dropped. “Are you Acolyte Mossclean?”
Zanhass was puzzled. “My last name is Mossclean” she confirmed.
“So you’re the one that almost burnt down half of Willow Wood while ineptly celebrating Tunare with your boyfriend and his big divinely blessed penis!”
Zanhass liked Kivan’s penis very much, but until then no one had described it as ‘divinely blessed’. “I am sorry” she apologized “I did not intend to burn anything, Master Ithpsym.”
“It’s not a question of what you intended, Acolyte Mossclean. The Old Druidess reported to me that some powerful manifestations occur when you and your boyfriend get together. Being thus gifted you can’t copulate so irresponsibly, is all I am saying.”
Zanhass did not know what ‘copulate’ meant. Did Prelate Ithpsym mean ‘deflowering’?
Ithpsym picked up the pot of coffee. He filled a mug for Zanhass. “I am afraid I can only serve you some magic coffee, having no stove in here to percolate the real stuff.” He handed her the mug.
Zanhass did not want coffee, having never been served any before. She had a sip, just to be polite. She did not like it much.
Ithpsym returned to discussing Zanhass’s sex life. “Could you not feel the magic building exponentially each time your young man was between your outspread legs?”
Zanhass had no idea how she was supposed to ‘feel’ magic and confessed so to the High Elf.
“You feel a vibrations, Acolyte. A pleasant buzzing that increases as your boyfriend’s thrusts become more and more urgent and your orgasm peaks.”
As Itpsym described the sex act, he took a moment to study his new Acolyte’s figure. She had a cute ass and a thin waist. Despite her youth her hips were already those of a woman’s. She was delightfully braless. Her tits sat up nice and high. He desperately wanted to play with those mushies. They had a nice shape to them. Her thin top revealed she had puffy nipples underneath. They made him wish Tunare had chosen him to be Zanhass’s lover, not some inexperienced kid who was going to be on top of her the minute she got back home, moving in and out between her thighs without finesse. Ithpsym’s cock grew to full erection just imagining Zanhass lying there naked letting him get on top of her instead of this boy.
He quickly forgot about such fantasies as using Zanhass’s pussy for his own lustful needs. Though Zanhass had been ‘designed’ to tempt men such as himself all indications were that Tunare’s desire was that this Wood Elf’s body was reserved for her boyfriend’s exclusive use. This morning he had lessons to teach and a Goddess to serve. The effect Zanhass was having on him was helpful given the nature of that lesson, but it was clear he was not to be freely touching her as he would with any other willing Acolyte that happened to be one of his pupils.
Though Zanhass was ‘out of bounds’, Ithpsym still enjoyed the exhibitionistic pleasure of allowing the bulge in his pants to plainly show. Like all males, he was proud of his erection. He watched Zanhass’s eyes drift down to look at it while he went on explaining to Zanhass her responsibilities. “Lucky for you that imbued flower just happened to be sitting there channeling the power into that mace! What do you think was going to happen the first time a flower was not there to save you? It was just a matter of time before your divine power built to a level where it would burst into an unmitigated catastrophe! One shudders to think of the disaster if the Old Druidess had not been home the morning that that had nearly happened.”
“I see” Zanhass replied. “I did not realize.” She could discern the whole outline of Prelate Ithpsym’s cock as it lay there in his leggings on the left side. It made her want Kivan, though, not Ithpsym. She stepped a half-step back, as if rejecting Ithpsym’s physical indication that he was ready to ‘copulate’.
Ithpsym percieved Zanhass’s reserve. He realized he needed to stop haranguing the little ladysmith, even if the near immolation of Willow Wood was cause for great concern. They both needed to be in a state of high arousal for the upcoming ‘activities’ and he was not setting the proper mood. He adopted a more suitable tone when speaking to someone Tunare quite clearly had an interest in. “Forgive my unfair criticisms, Miss Mossclean. You had no way of knowing. No harm was done in the end and all’s well that ends well.”
As a conciliatory gesture, Ithpsym refilled Zanhass’s coffee, though it was three quarters full. Zanhass’s polite smile of thanks indicated he had mended things a bit. “So, you are aware of why you have been summoned to the Temple?”
“Truly, I do not, Master Prelate.” When the Old Druidess had told Zanhass of the mandatory appointment at the Temple there was provided an explanation as to why Zanhass needed to go but the Old Druidess’s words had been so oblique it did nothing to enlighten Zanhass as to the purpose.
Neither did Prelate Ithpsym’s next words explain much more as to why she was required there. “You’ll find that learning to channel divine energies generated while honouring the Goddess is simple enough once I show you how.”
“I see” Zanhass lied.
“Good. Pay attention to the upcoming lesson and we will be able to send you back to your young man better able to control your power. I am sure he will be waiting there for your body with typical male frustration.” The Prelate looked again at Zanhass’s attractive curves and thought “..that lucky kid!”
Erroneously assuming Zanhass now understood the proceedings, Ithpsym dropped his robes and stood naked, with no embarrassment. He turned sideways to give Zanhass a better view of his penis length, proud to have her see the boner sticking out from his groin.
It was only the second cock Zanhass had ever looked at. She liked seeing it, though she thought it not as nice as Kivan’s. It was just a little shorter and just a little less thick. It curved a lot more that Kivan’s did, though, pointing up at the ceiling in a pronounced arc. She thought that interesting. A familiar buzzing began. The first time she had felt that buzzing was the first time she had lain in bed alone and touched herself. It had felt good. She had cried out in pleasure as she finished. Pa had heard through the wall. “Are you all right? Have you got a toothache or something?”
She felt that same buzzing now. It made her want to go back to Willow Wood and deflower with Kivan. When she had met Kivan, when he had first touched her and put his cock in her, that buzzing had risen in intensity. Though it was Kivan she desired, she kept looking at the Prelate’s oddly curved penis and the buzzing was just a little louder.
Ithpsym began his lesson. He reached down and gripped his cock, stroking it slowly. “I see your nipples are as hard as my prick, Zanhass. You like how my male member is sticking up, don’t you?”
Zanhass was not sure what was an appropriate answer. “It’s very handsome, Prelate Ithpsym.”
Ithpsym pumped a little harder. “Surely, there is nothing more satisfying than seeing a male in his ‘proper state’; desperate to honour Tunare with you. The feeling of a male being attracted to you is an aphrodisiac that arouses a youthful girl such as yourself. Am I not correct?”
Zanhass admitted she liked to see his hand slide up and down. The buzzing was a little stronger.
The Prelate continued his self-abuse, letting Zanhass watch. He was going quite fast. “Are you ready, Acolyte Mossclean?”
“Ready?” She feared Ithpsym expected her to allow him to deflower. She only wanted Kivan’s cock deep inside her, much as she liked to watch Prelate Ithpsym pumping his dick. She asked trepidatiously “ready for what, Master Prelate?”
Ithpsym’s strokes did not slow. “As Tunare intended, your body has made me hard. It is you that has caused me to started masturbating. Based on what the Old Druidess told me, and judging by the intensity with which you are enjoying my ‘performance’, I anticipate you will generate a small amount of sexual energy as you continue to watch. That is the divine power of Tunare being channeled through you. It won’t be all that much since your boyfriend isn’t here to join with you, but you will still produce a working amount. While I give myself pleasure you need to concentrate on the candle I have set out.”
“The candle?”
Ithpsym indicated the unlit candle on his desk. “As a training device, we’ll use that candle to allow you to focus on a concrete object, not something abstract. If you concentrate enough, all divine power you produce will be directed into the candle.”
“So the candle focuses...?”
Ithpsym was being patient, making up for his tone when Zanhass had first arrived. “If you do this correctly, Zanhass, the candle will light on its own accord. If not, I will be ready to absorb the magic waves before you set fire to all the paperwork on my desk. I’ve been working on those documents all morning and would not like to see my effort literally go up in flames.”
Ithpsym kept jerking off, going faster now. “While we proceed, Acolyte, I must emphasize; you need to think about the candle on my desk. Enjoy me lusting for your body as I ogle you and pull on my cock and shoot semen but do not forget to concentrate on the candle. Any questions?”
Zanhass had no questions. “I’ll concentrate” she promised. She realized Ithpsym liked to have an audience. She realized she liked to be that audience, watching that unusual cock being jacked. Maybe Kivan would do that for her sometime. The buzzing increased to a point where it made her heart beat fast. It was at the level it was whenever Kivan deflowered her.
Not wanting to cum yet, Ithpsym made himself slow down a little while he continued as if a detached narrator. “As you feel the vibrations rise, you direct your power. You keep thinking of the candle.”
Zanhass nodded and tried to keep her mind on the candle but the sight of Ithpsym’s cock distracted her. She wondered what a cock with such a pronounced curve would feel like inside her. Maybe it would straighten out to fit and feel just the same as Kivan’s. Or maybe it would feel totally different. She felt a thrill to think Ithpsym might copulate with her.
The thrill lasted mere moments, changing into pangs of guilt. She was Kivan’s and she felt ashamed to have had thoughts of another male performing his duties. Kivan’s cock was all she needed. She was glad Prelate Ithpsym was making no indications he was going to insert himself into her.
Ithpsym was pumping hard and fast again. “I can feel your magic, Zanhass. Look at my cock! See how excited you are making me! Do you feel the magic, Acolyte?”
“I feel the usual buzzing” Zanhass replied, trying to be helpful.
“That buzzing is the vibration I spoke of earlier” the Prelate told Zanhass as he kept his fist flying up and down along his curling shaft. “That’s the divine magic. You’re feeling it!”
Ithpsym looked at Zanhass getting him horny just by standing there. In his mind’s eye, he could see her spreading her shapely legs for her boyfriend’s big Tunare-approved cock. He imagined the boy fucking her hard and fast. The thought of sperm filling her quim had the effect of making him want Zanhass even more. Yet all Tunare was allowing him to do was to whack away on his cock while Zanhass got more and more aroused. He was frustrated to know that when this lesson was over she would hurry back home to fuck that lucky Wood Elf ‘friend’ of hers instead of him. Ithpsym’s hips were thrusting wildly as he gripped his cock.
Zanhass’s power was already too strong. He knew he should stop and address the situation, but he kept going. He felt a near irresistible urge to go over and fuck Zanhass. He knew he mustn’t but she was standing there, staring at his cock as if she wanted it, too. He knew it was the divine magic filling the air, whipping his lust to near frenzy.
The problem was that Zanhass was not directing the magic into the candle; it was filling the room. If she did not concentrate soon, he was going to push her down, tear her clothes and fuck her until he came. His last vestige of rational thinking told him that such an act must not happen.
“The magic is too strong, Zanhass. Direct your power into that candle!” His voice was quite urgent, he kept pulling on his cock just as urgently. “Are you focusing on the candle, Zanhass?”
She was clearly not focusing. The divine energies did not diminish. Out of his mouth came words most disloyal to Tunare, almost sacrilegious under the circumstances: “I’m going to fuck you, Zanhass! I’m going to drive my cock deep into your cunt!”
Fortunately Ithpsym did not immediately do so, just barely able to resist the mad impulse to ravage Zanhass on the floor by the desk. “Focus on the candle” he repeated desperately as his hand flew up and down his turgid shaft “you need to concentrate, Zanhass! Push that power toward the candle!”
Feeling guilty for not thinking about the candle, Zanhass concentrated. The buzzing in her ears lessened slightly. So did the speed of Ithpsym’s blistering palmfucking. “I’m cumming!” Ithpsym announced. Zanhass was distracted by his words, she took her eyes off the candle to see Ithpsym’s twitching cock. The insanely curving cock straightened slightly as a big pulse of jizz burst out of the tip. It was followed by another equally large pulse of jizz. Several more bursts exited the pumping cock as Zanhass watched all that High Elf cum drip down from his cocktip in long thick strings of viscous gloop. It ran over his fingers and fell to the floor.
Ithpsym’s ejaculations eventually stopped but he remained fully erect and his masturbation did not cease. His grip slid up and down furiously.
As if glorying in the knowledge that she was the reason he was working himself up to another climax , Ithpsym looked at Zanhass. ”See what you and your divine magic is doing to me! I can’t stop! I don’t want to! I so need to do this!” He was proudly moving his fist as fast as he could. He could see Zanhass like to see him do that. He liked her watching.
Zanhass could see the Prelate was about to cum again. Again, her mind drifted from the candle. The sight of a male pleasuring himself was so erotic. What a thrill to know she was causing that. Power surged through the room, filling it as the buzzing rose.
Zanhass got the familiar urge to show off her tits. She could not stop herself; she so loved how Ithpsym was leering at her chest. She lifted her shirt to expose her taut breasts and erect nipples. How wonderful the wicked act felt!
Zanhass’s tits just sat there for Ithpsym to see. They were round and firm, capped with those puffies. Ithpsym had to feel his cock inside Zanhass, no matter the consequences. He would be banned from the Order if he did so but in his current state he was willing to give up everything just to be humping crazily on top of the perfect body of that sweet young thing. He would throw his career away just to suck on those nipples while he shot his load inside her! He needed her that bad!
Zanhass could see there was an insanity in the way Ithpsym was looking at her tits. The vibrations she felt had risen to a frightening level. She realized it was not the physical pleasure that she felt when Kivan deflowered her. No penis was sliding in and out of her, inducing the physical enjoyment Kivan gave her. This was a more cerebral experience.
Without touching herself, she felt her climax begin to build. The buzzing was never as strong as it was now. Her orgasm was very, very near. It was going to be a big one! The buzzing increased to an intense degree. She wanted a man. Why had Prelate Ithpsym not yet come over to stick his bending cock in her and move in and out like a demented lunatic? She wanted that: to have Master Ithpsym moving as fast as Kivan often did!
The thought of Kivan brought her to her senses. She was Kivan’s girl. What was she doing? She pushed her shirt back down, ashamed of herself. Though still distracted by her lust for Ithpsym’s cock, she remembered to concentrate on the candle. She had some success. The mad urge to have Ithpsym’s cock thankfully subsided. Her mounting climax dissipated as sanity returned. For the sake of Kivan, she felt so guilty to have been so tempted.
She still liked to watch Ithpsym jerking his cock, though. He kept having orgasms. Non-stop whacking spilled more and more cum onto the floor yet it did not stop burbling from his dick, the amounts undiminished in comparison to the volumes of the previous ejaculations. Was Prelate Ithpsym always so full of these gushing gallons, Zanhass wondered, or was the magic in the room forcing Ithpsym’s testicles to work at incredible rates producing this endless supply of jism?
Ithpsym’s hand was getting tired, though he could not stop jerking it. It was so erotic to see him doing that. Zanhass’s mind drifted from the candle. “Concentrate, Miss Mossclean!”
Zanhass concentrated. As Ithpsym switched hands and resumed pumping, Zanhass looked at the candle. It did not light, but the wax began to melt. As it transformed into a hot pool of paraffin covering the desktop, Ithpsym’s pumping left hand slowed, as did the cum erupting from his dick.
Ithpsym took a grateful breath and looked at Zanhass, He shook his tired hands, trying to get the cramps out of them. “That was close to a monumental failure. I had no idea how much power you could produce.”
“So...did it work, Master Prelate? I melted the candle.”
Prelate Ithpsym reached out onto his desk and picked the blob of melted wax and wick. “I am afraid it did not work, Zanhass. The candle was destroyed. It was supposed to light, unharmed.”
Zanhass watched guiltily as Ithpsym juggled the blob of wax like a hot potato as he walked over to the trash bin. His cock, still hard, swung left and right with each step. That turned her on.
“You drove me to a point of mad lust, Zanhass. That fact that I had not anticipated your power was my error. Fortunately you managed to get the power directed away from me at the last minute. Of course, melting the candle is no where close to lighting the candle and leaving it intact.”
As Ithpsym tossed the candle’s remains into his waste bin he summarized the situation. “It looks like you too often forgot to concentrate on the candle. Melting the candle, as you finally managed to do, finally diminished our lust but your were not controlling the divine magic that so took hold of us.”
Zanhass apologized. Prelate Ithpsym was philosophical. “There is no need to be discouraged, Zanhass. I should have told you not to expect success on our first attempt. Don’t worry, we have plenty of candles.”
Ithpsym walked back over to Zanhass. He managed to keep himself from reaching up to give Zanhass a feel, much as her breasts were tempting him. “There is more work to do.”
Zanhass did not understand much of what the Prelate had said but she did understand she had failed horribly. She did not mind doing it again, though. She was willing to keep going if that meant the Prelate would stay hard for her to admire. That hard cock of his looked so amazing as it pointed and swung about.
Ithpsym reached down and pulled a replacement candle from the box on the floor. The tip of his hard dick bumped against the desk top. He liked how Zanhass was looking at it. Like most of his female Acolytes, Zanhass seemed to like his unusual cock. He reminded himself yet again that Zanhass must not be touched even if she seemed interested. “Let’s try this again, Acolyte. Are you ready?”
Ithpsym resumed whacking off. Liking how Zanhass stared at him as he reveled in self-abuse, he still admonished her. “Remember to think about the candle!”
As had happened previously, Zanhass became aroused to see Ithpsym jerking away on his tumescence. Divine power soon filled the room. Ithpsym came repeatedly while Zanhass watched and tried to remember to concentrate. Several more splashes of sperm spurted from his dick. He could see Zanhass liked to see it. He kept going, his cock never softening, his quantity of sperm never lessening. Both his hands were cramping again but he could not make himself stop.
Zanhass was having trouble keeping her mind on the candle. The sight of Prelate Ithpsym gripping his cock and wanking crazily was too distracting. She slipped her hand down her leggings, inserting two fingers into her wet pussy, forgetting her pussy was for Kivan, not her fingers.
She forgot about the candle again. She watched Ithpsym’s frantic masturbation. Realizing the energy she was producing was the cause of his compulsive acts she felt the vibration rise. She recalled what Ithpsym had said earlier: “The feeling of a male being attracted to you is an aphrodisiac that arouses a youthful girl such as yourself.” He had been right. It was an ego trip that she could have such an effect on a grownup male.
Zanhass knew she should be ashamed of such hubris...but she was not. She saw how Prelate Ithpsym was looking at her chest and beating off even harder. She felt the urge to expose her breasts again. She concentrated on the candle. She kept her top in place but even so, she knew the thin material did not hide the shape of her titties nor the way they quivered as she played with her clit. She saw that Ithpsym liked her jiggling. She concentrated on the candle.
That reduced Ithpsym’s arousal to a moderate level. She was controlling the level much better this time...at least when she remembered to remember the candle.
As if reading each other’s thoughts, both Zanhass and Ithpsym glanced to the candle. It was a deformed mass of wax.
They tried again. A third candle melted unlit. Ithpsym did not stop jerking off this time, he just kept pumoing himself as more sperm flew out of his balls. It behooved Zanhass to reach down and pulled out a new candle since Ithpsym seemed to have forgotten all about them. He stared at her chest and yanked on his cock, unable to stop beating off.
As the supply of candles dwindled, Ithpsym came again and again, driven by the erotic waves of magic that filled the study. Zanhass replaced candle after candle, tossing the melted predecessors into the bin.
Ithpsym seemed to have lost all reason, never stopping though cumshot after cumshot was was launched out of his prick to splat on the floor. Zanhass feared she would slip on all that jizz if she was not careful where she stepped.
Ithpsym stared at Zanhass’s tempting body. He yearned to be on top of her. If only Tunare would allow him the ecstacy! Instead, she stood there with a hand stuffed down her leggings, rubbing herself, masturbating while the candles kept melting unlit.
Zanhass blurted out the only thought that filled her head. “I want my boyfriend. I want his cock. I want it so so bad. I want him holding me down and filling me with cum!”
Zanhass could only feel that buzzing become more and more intense as she spoke those words. She wanted to run away and find Kivan. She wanted to cram his hard-on inside her and grind on top of his cock while jism spewed from it. The mere thought of his cock drove her needs to unparalleled heights. Addled by sexual desires, her attention kept returning to Ithpsym’s cock. She kept forgetting to concentrate on the candle. The sound of her wet fingers fucking her twat only added to the depraved lust in the room. Each stood apart from each other, masturbating, letting the other watch.
Ithpsym was showing signs of fatigue but clearly could not stop fucking his fist. Concerned for him, Zanhass chided herself. She was not doing well. She needed to light the candle. She determined to really think about the candle, not just be aware of its existence.
She looked at it this time with her full attention. Like Ithpsym’s cock it stood up tall and stiff, pointing to the ceiling. The wick looked like a spurt of cum frozen in time just as it was coming out of the top of a cock. There it stood, unlit.
Zanhass contemplated the wick. It was the essence of the candle. The lighting of the wick was the purpose of the candle, just as the shooting of sperm into a woman was the purpose of the erection. Once the candle was lit and once the erection ejaculated, those purposes were nearing an end. Candle and erection would soon disappear. Melted wax was all that would remain of the candle, spreading out over the table just like the Prelate’s cum spread out all over the floor. So much wax and so much semen expended.
Zanhass pondered how temporal were candles and boners and other phallic things. Ithpsym kept yanking on his erection, doomed though it was to eventually soften and lose its lovely hardness and beautifully exaggerated bend.
The quality of the “buzzing” changed. Suddenly, Zanhass understood the power of Tunare, She was able to grasp it as if it was tangible. She reached out in her mind, holding the divine magic, gathering it from every corner of the room, pushing it at the doomed candle.
It seemed so easy. Why had she not done it before this?
A flame appeared, dancing on the wick. A small amount of wax began to melt around the wick, dripping down the side of the candle onto the desk top. Ithpsym shot off a load, dripping down the side of his shaft and onto the floor.
Not realizing she had been holding her breath, Zanhass exhaled in grateful relief as she saw the glowing candle sitting there beside all the melted wax of previous candles. She heard Ithpsym’s fatigued cry. “Thank Tunare! You did it, Acolyte!”
Zanhass beamed proudly. She wished Kivan had been there to see her succeed though she was not sure how he would suffer the sight of another man looking at her body and choking the chicken repeatedly.
Ithpsym collapsed into his chair, unable to stand, exhausted but glad that things had gone well in the end. Zanhass did not know how close he had been to botching it all up. Zanhass had had such power.
Seeing how spent Ithpsym was, Zanhass curtsied in apology. “I am so sorry I took so long to light the candle, Prelate.”
Ithpsym rallied his strength. “The failing was mine, Zanhass...You did well.”
He rose. Zanhass could see he still had a hard-on. It still looked nice. “Let’s try to light a second candle. If you can do that, Acolyte Mossclean, we’ll know you can safely celebrate Tunare with your young man.”
Zanhass did not say no. She liked to watch Ithpsym pulling on his cock. The second candle lit easily. Prelate Ithpsym declared Willow Wood safe from inadvertent arson. He congratulated Zanhass and saw her to the door. “It was a privilege to teach you, Acolyte Mossclean.” He watched Miss Mossclean rushing home, anxious to fuck her boyfriend.
Now alone in his study, Prelate Ithpsym took a deep breathe. He dressed and reviewed his failings. He had boasted to Zanhass that he would control the power if she could not channel it into the candle. But her power had proven formidable. For all his prideful overconfidence, he had been unable to dampen the sexual desires Zanhass had induced in him. As a consequence he had almost defiled that little girl. Such urges, even if quelled, had been a total disrespect to Tunare.
Zanhass hurried home to Kivan with half a box of devotional candles. She burst in the door of the smithy to find Kivan diligently working on an order of nails. There were several orders of other types of ironmongery completed. Each order was boxed up and labeled for delivery or pickup.
Zanhass put the box of candles down on the workbench next to the burn mark. Seeing how much Kivan had done, she gave him a big breast-crushing hug in gratitude.
“How was the lesson?” Kivan asked. He was concerned by how frazzled Zanhass appeared.
Zanhass was already stripping off her top, erect nipples sticking out from those lovely puffies. “I learned a new word” she answered Kivan then leapt on him, grinding into his crotch. “Let’s ‘copulate’!”
She came four times in quick succession, all over Kivan’s handsome cock. She lifted her hips off of Kivan. His erection slipped out of her. It stood tall and hard. She was still impressed by Prelate Ithpsym’s unique cock but Kivan’s was bigger and curved just the right amount inside her.
The Prize of Prexus had one more day’s sailing before they reached New Halas. They were a day late because of the seabattle. Thanks to those pirates, time sensitive dispatches were not being delivered on time and the fresh food was a day less fresh. That was not good for business.
With the exception of those sailing the captured pirate ship into port the crew gathered aft with the bodies of the six that were killed during the pirate battle. The dead were enclosed in canvas sailcloth, weighed down by gravel taken from the ship’s ballast.
Sam’s body was the last tipped overboard. Except for Llisanya, everyone returned to his duties. Diamander lingered a moment to ask if she needed company. It was kind of him, but she wanted to be alone. She looked astern trying to keep her eyes on the very spot in the waves where Sam sank out of sight.
She should have let Sam have a little time in her bed. She had made enough in the past forty-eight hours that she had not needed to charge him anything. He was a good kid; he would not have told the rest of the crew he had gotten it for free. She had worried too much about maintaining the price of her services at a premium instead of having a good time with a nice kid.
Keeping her back to the crew so they could not see, Llisanya wiped her eyes, angry that she was showing her tears. She remembered the last time she had cried. It was the only time Fiona had given her a spanking.
It was early in her career at the brothel, before her breasts grew full and her hips became curvy. Her boyish figure pleased the older gentlemen. A traveling salesman had been looking for such a body to hold and caress. He told her he was a bit disappointed she did not have a “nice little pecker” that he could suck on.
She had been rude to him. He was kind of annoying...criticizing her state of peckerlessness while talking about those stupid headbands of his that nobody cared about. Llisanya had by that time begun to think she was something special because so many customers asked for her. The salesman wasn’t going to be a repeat visitor or anything and he was keeping her away from her big tipping regulars.
“I am sure no idiot is going to buy your stupid sweatbands” she had snapped testily when she got sick of him going on and on about those silly matching wristbands. She had just wanted him to shut up and cum in her so she could get back her more lucrative clientele.
As soon as Llisanya had made that snooty remark the salesman’s erection had gone soft. He complained to Fiona about Llisanya’s boner-killing attitude.
Llisanya had never seen Fiona angry before. Scowling at her misbehaving employee, Fiona had demanded of her “are you so unhappy here you don’t want do your job properly, you saucy brat!?”
Llisanya had wilted under Fiona’s uncharacteristic scolding. With a quick movement the huge Barbarian Madam had flipped the little Half Elf prostitute off her feet and upside down over a gigantic Barbarian lap. Llisanya got her little bare bottom slapped hard a half dozen times. It was red when Fiona was done.
The worst part of the discipline had been that the Salesman had got to witness her spanking. Judging by the definite bulge in his pants his erection had returned as he watched and grinned and got his sadistic pleasure.
Fiona had then plopped her crying, bare-assed ‘employee’ back onto her feet. Her big hands had gripped Llisanya’s tiny upper arms. Tears welled up in Llisanya’s beautiful big eyes and down her pretty cheeks as she fearfully tried to pull away and escape from Fiona’s ire.
Fiona would not let her go. She shook Llisanya furiously. “Understand this, you lippy little fool: you are not so important that you can speak to one of our guests like that!” Fiona had then gripped Llisanya’s head by placing her huge hands over Llisanya’s little pointed ears and looked straight into her frightened eyes. “Don’t go thinking you are better than the men who pay you to spread your legs for them!!!”
Fiona’s voice had then softened a little. She realized how much she had frightened Llisanya in trying to make her point. She had one more thing she needed Llisanay to understand but she spoke more gently, as if she regretted being the one to have to explain the hard truth to Llisanya. The huge Madam quietly uttered the words Llisanya had never forgotten: “The total measure of what you are worth is the price a man is willing to pay for a short time in your bed.”
Standing there on the aft of the Prize of Prexus, staring astern, Llisanya pushed those memories away. She gave up watching the spot where Sam had disappeared, now far astern. Fiona had been wrong. The price Sam had been willing to pay for a short time in her bed was his life. Llisanya was not worth that.