Something Wicked Ch. 6 The Changing Face Mikhaela awoke, stretching her arms as she sat up and causing her bosom to jiggle a bit. After getting dressed, she stepped out into the quiet camp sight she and the party had set up last evening and took a deep breath. She loved the early mornings in the wilderness for the calm before the day started to go again. She looked around at the four tents of their camp. Since the joining of their new members, Uahna and Levine, things had been different. Uahna had seemed to latch on Cyril since their first meeting. She briefly had fun with Prince Anthony and hoped the light elf would stick to the pervert prince but after a quick fuck, she returned to Cyril and suggest to practice her ‘healing’ spells on him. That frustrated Mikhaela for some reason. She would get rather irritable with Uahna for flirting and screwing Cyril but she was slightly confused why. Needless to say after a few arguments, Levine suggested that they have separate tents for sleeping but due to the limited amount of tents they had, Levine elected herself and Uahna to stay in the largest of the tents. Uahna wasn’t happy, neither was Anthony for that matter but Mikhaela was somewhat pleased with Levine’s decision, despite the fact that this meant less sex with Cyril for her too. She like Levine despite her attitude towards open sexuality. She was rather respectable and nice. As she looked around the quiet camp, She spotted Cyril’s tent. The little horny devil in the back of her mind suggested the idea of sneaking into Cyril’s tent and having some fun before the others woke up. She astonishingly moved silently over to Cyril’s tent even with her bosom bouncing along the way. As she approached the tent though she heard muffled female moaning. She almost instantly figured out what it was. She opened the curtain-like opening of the tent. Uahna had the same idea. There she was on Cyril’s left side and sucking on his dick, looking a little surprised by Mikhaela’s sudden intrusion. Cyril was obviously still asleep despite the huge erection and the attention his member was getting from the blonde white mage. Mikhaela stared at Uahna with an irritated glare. Uahna then simply removed her mouth from Cyril’s member, gripping it in her right hand, and turned to Mikhaela. “Good morning, Mikhaela. Did you sleep well?” Uahna greeted eloquently as if she were shrugging off a trip rather than having been caught sucking a young man’s dick. Mikhaela tightly gripped the curtains, clenching her hands into fists. She had a sudden urge to flame broil the elvish slut of a cleric, would’ve followed through with the urge if she wasn’t holding on her student and lover’s dick. “Uahna, what do you think your doing?” Mikhaela asked, barely hiding the anger in her voice. “Well, if you’re curious, I’m preforming a rejuvenation ritual with Cyril here,” Uahna said in a nonchalant manner. “Practicing a ritual on him to rejuvenate him? Really? Silly me, I thought you were giving him a blowjob in his sleep,” Mikhaela said trying to hide her fury. “Well to the untrained white mage yes, it does appear that way,” Uahna replied. Mikhaela’s eye twitched with the remark. It was true, Mikhaela’s training wasn’t focused mainly on the white magic school so she was at a disadvantage with that but Uahna’s comment seemed to be a subtle insult at Mikhaela’s overall skill as a sorceress, if not her overall intelligence. “Why does he need this ritual?” Mikhaela asked. “Well you do work him quite a lot during these training sessions of your’s and all the hiking,” Uahna continued, “It’s no wonder he’s so tired right now. Don’t worry though, once I do this ritual, he’ll have the vitality of ten men.” Upon mentioning this, a small perverted smile came to Uahna’s rosy lips. Mikhaela noticed and figured Uahna was going to ride him like a wild horse. Mikhaela became a little angrier at this thought but she wasn’t entirely sure why. She reasoned that she wanted Cyril to be at his best when she was training him and not have him exhausted by this incredibly horny light elf. An idea popped into her head as she entered the tent. “How about you teach me this ritual?” Mikhaela suggested. “What?” Uahna said a little surprised. “Well I am quite an accomplished sorceress myself and I’m always willing to learn,” Mikhaela said, “Why don’t you teach me this spell, just in case you’re busy casting this ‘spell’ on another person or two.” Uahna wasn’t sure but she thought there was some veiled insult in that comment about her being a whore or slut. Uahna simply wanted Mikhaela to leave. “Actually this kind of spell takes sometime to teach. I can give you a tutorial later,” Uahna said. Mikhaela knelt down on Cyril’s right side, “Doesn’t look to difficult to learn to me. Let me try.” The Well-Endowed witch snatched the comatose boy’s cock from the light elf’s grasp. “Hey!” Uahna exclaimed but not so loud that Cyril would awaken. “Let’s see from what I just saw, It looked like the ritual goes like this right?” Mikhaela said, leaning down and placing her mouth on Cyril’s cock. Her head began to slowly bob up and down Cyril’s cock, stroking it with her lips and tongue. Uahna looked a little surprised by this. As she sucked, Mikhaela tried to hide her own pleasure at having a taste of Cyril’s dick after a few days of being deprived of it. Cyril let out some soft pleasured moans in his sleep as Mikhaela continued. Uahna looked at Cyril’s face and looked back at Mikhaela with an irritated face. Though having a penis in her mouth, Uahna could’ve sworn she saw a gloating smirk from her expression. She pulled Cyril’s cock from Mikhaela’s mouth. “No, that’s not how it starts,” Uahna affirmed, clutching Cyril’s lower shaft possessively, “You came in during the middle.” “Oh really?” Mikhaela said, grabbing the upper part of the shaft and pulling it towards her, “And what’s the final part? Sticking it up your pussy?” “Well, what would you follow it with? Jerk him off with your absurdly large tits?” Uahna suggested in a snide tone and tugging Cyril’s pillar towards herself. “I’m sure Cyril wouldn’t mind,” Mikhaela tugging back. “I’m surprised you can give a good titfuck with breasts that big, let alone see where you’re going,” Uahna insulted back, “I’d half expect you to crush his dick with those bulbous boulders, you cow.” Mikhaela’s fury rose a little bit more from that cow comment as She tugged “At least mine aren’t so average or attached to some slutty excuse for a cleric!” Uahna’s temper grew from that bite and tugged back. “Give me his prick!” Uahna tugged. “No, he’s my student, you whore!” Mikhaela tugged back. “Gimme his dick, you philandering fat sow!” Uahna tugged back again. In the struggle, Cyril started to get closer to awakening mainly from the stress being put on his erect dick. However, as the two women struggled in their tug of war over his penis, they tugged the wrong way and ended up pulling a very painful and sensitive muscle. Cyril awoke at the excruciating pain and let out a low cry that awoke Anthony and Levine and caused the birds in the trees above to scatter. “YYYYEEEEEOOOOOOOOOWWWW!” A few short moments later, the party was sitting and having breakfast. Cyril refused to sit anywhere near Mikhaela and Uahna who only approached to give him breakfast, some herbal tea to help recuperate his...sprained muscle, and make an attempt to smooth things over. Uahna attempted to smooth things over with her usual grace and charm but Cyril shrugged it off and she retired to sit by Levine. The Elvish retainer shook her head at her ladyship’s behavior and simply continued to eat. “Maybe we need to put wards on the tents to keep out uninvited guests,” Levine suggested. Uahna looked at her friend. “Spoilsport,” She muttered. As for Anthony, He almost couldn’t stop laughing. While he was jealous that Cyril was attracting interest from Mikhaela and Uahna, he found it immensely satisfying and hilarious when he heard how he had been injured this morning. He almost couldn’t eat he was laughing so much. His laughter had managed to die down and he started eating but still with a wide grin on his face. “You know Cyril you should become a jester,” Anthony said to the sorcerer’s apprentice, “ You seem to be much better at it than magic.” The Prince didn’t catch Cyril’s glare. He contemplated multiple ways of causing great bodily harm to the prince but he knew he would more than likely have to deal with the kingdom of Callister should the prince be severely injured so he settled from his own twisted methods of torture in his mind for the prince. Anthony moved over to Mikhaela’s sitting place. “You know Mikhaela, if Cyril can’t put out anymore from that little injury,” Anythony said snaking his hand behind her back to grope one of her breasts, “I’d be happy to keep you company-Yow!” Anthony’s attempt was thwarted as Mikhaela tightly pinched the skin of his upper hand. “Cyril will heal in a little bit,” Mikhaela said to Anthony, “When I need your help I’ll ask for it your highness.” Letting go of Anthony’s hand, She moved over to sit beside Cyril who was still eating. “Cyril?” She started, “I’m sorry I hurt you this morning. As your teacher, it’s my duty to help you grow not to hurt you. Do you forgive me?” Cyril looked over to those beautiful green eyes and let out a sigh, “Yes, I forgive you and I’m sorry was acting so cold to you a few moments ago. It’s just it wasn’t one of the best wake ups I’ve ever had.” Mikhaela chuckled, “Hehe. I forgive you.” Cyril smiled at her before he felt Uahna come up from behind him and press her breasts against him. “What about me, Cyril? Do you forgive me?” She asked with a sexy tone to her voice. “Y-yes, I forgive you, Uahna,” Cyril said. “Good, I know a way of healing her sore shaft right up,” She said. Mikhaela stared daggers at the elf. Cyril had a why me expression his face as he felt the argument coming. Levine decided to change the subject. “So where are we headed next, Ms. Mikhaela?” Levine asked. This distracted Mikhaela and Uahna and helped avoid another argument. Uahna got off Cyril and Mikhaela grabbed a map. Cyril mouthed Thank you to Levine who smiled at the young wizard in return. “Well, Let’s see. It’s been three days since we set out from Aguila, so we should be here,” Mikhaela pointed to on the map of Ranell she had, “Which means we’re within a short hike to the small city of Nadgar. We’ll rest there this evening pick up a few things, then make our way to the village of Wildan outside the Magra Forest, and after which we’ll stop by a town near the base of the Kalwain mountain range.” “Kalwain mountain range? Seems like we’ll have a long way to go around,” Said Anthony. “We’re not going around, we’re going over the mountains,” Mikhaela explained. “Going over? That seems a little...drastic, doesn’t it?,” said Anthony, “Why not go around the mountains?” “Ravutha and others are after us. More then likely we would end up in a trap or ambush if we went around the mountains,” the Witch explained, “It would be difficult, not mention a waste of resources to send an battalion up a mountain.” “Wise choice, we go up the mountains and make ourselves difficult to get at,” Cyril said. “Exactly,” Mikhaela replied. “But what about the weather?” Uahna asked, “Isn’t it going to be bit chilly up there?” “We’ll stop by a town near the base and get some clothes suiting the mountain climate,” Mikhaela explained, “Maybe some fire lacrima for heating or something, too.” “Sounds like a plan to me. Let’s get everything packed up and go to Nadgar,” Cyril said. Uahna comes up behind Cyril and presses her breasts against his back, “So forward and strong. I love that in a man. Do you could you help me and Levine get stuff packed up?” Cyril got a little aroused as he felt Uahna rub up against him. However, he felt like he didn’t dare make a move for Uahna for fear of Mikhaela’s potential wrath. Luckily Levine grab her mistress by the collar and pulled her off the boy. “You know well enough about the size shifting spell, M’lady. You can do it yourself,” Levine said. Cyril let out a little sigh of relief and looked back at Mikhaela and Anthony, sighing, “Let’s just go.” A few hours earlier before Uahna began her ‘rejuvenation’ ritual, a large bat flew through the early morning sky towards a large, black brick castle a short distance from Nadgar. The bat flew in through an open window on the second floor, landing on the floor in front of a sickly green-colored gremlin in ragged robes. Slowly the bat began to transform with wings shifting into hands and arms, legs lengthening, fur subsiding into dark blue skin, body enlarging until finally Lazurai stood naked where the bat once was. The gremlin smiled. “Welcome to Castle Ifiren, Master Lazurai,” the gremlin said, “It’s a pleasure to have you as our guest.” “Thank you, Gargloth,” Lazurai addressed the gremlin. “Would you like to be clothed, m’lord?” Gargloth said. “Yes, that would be good,” the dark elf replied. With a snap of Gargloth’s lanky fingers, A pair of identical, voluptuous black haired elvish girls dressed in revealing bikini like clothing appeared, carrying a dark blue and red robe with black pants. Lazurai smirked as the girls entered the room. Gargloth gestured towards the nude dark elf. “Gleena, Veela, tend to the master,” Gargloth commanded. Both girls said nothing but sent flirtatious glances in Lazurai’s direction. Their large breasts bouncing and hips swaying as they walked towards him almost made Lazurai consider asking them not to cloth him. Nonetheless, the girls did so but not without doing it in the sexiest manner possible by pressing their breasts against his back and legs as they put on his pants and robe. “What excellent service,” Lazurai said smiling. “We aim to please,” Gargloth said, “I must ask though, where is Lady Ravutha? I was told she would be coming to this castle in pursuit of her new prey.” “She is but Mistress Ravutha required more time to collect a few members of the horde and bring them along,” Lazurai explained, “She will be arriving later today and sent me on ahead to prepare our plans.” “I see,” Gargloth said, “How can I help, sir?” “I need to speak with one of our indentured servants. Take me to Prisoner 51,” Lazurai said beginning to walk forward, “Oh and send Gleena and Veela to my room. That shapeshifting spell along with the flight here was depleting so I could use a good meal.” “Of course, my lord. Follow me,” Gargloth said guiding Lazurai. The two walked through the large castle, passing decorations and guards as they made their way down to the dungeon. They finally stopped at a locked wooden door with a barred window. Gargloth found his keys, unlocked the door, and opened up the cell to reveal a gilded bird cage hanging from the ceiling. Lazurai entered with a smirk. The small humanoid being inside the cage shifted to look at the Neo-Dark Elf. “What do you want?” said the small creature in the cage with a feminine voice, “Have you come to fuck me to feed you or what?” “As delectable as your life force is, I have another task for you,” Lazurai said, “A task which requires your particular talents and could possibly lead you closer to your freedom.” The little creature lifted her head hopefully at the possibility of her freedom. She went up to the cage and gripped the bars with her miniature hands, “What do I have to do?” Lazurai smiled and began to explain the plan, “There’s a group of adventurers coming into Nadgar and I believe your skills would be of use in retreiving what we need from them...” Several hours later in the town of Nadgar, our heroes where exiting a local inn called the Green Fairy House. Mikhaela sighed and stretched feeling refreshed and pleased. “Oh that shower was wonderful,” Mikhaela said, “It’s so good to be clean and refreshed.” “You know, the next time you shower, I’d be happy to give you a helping hand-Ah! Ah! My hand!” Anthony cried as he felt Mikhaela tightly pinch his skin. “I don’t think so. If I want to waste time cleaning your cum off me, I’ll let you know,” Mikhaela said. “Ok, so we’re probably going to stay here for a night or two right?” Cyril asked. “Yep, so we better get some supplies. We can all have a little free time, too,” Mikhaela replied. “But what about the ones pursuing us?” Levine said, “I mean we all can somewhat hold our own but what if we’re outnumbered and get captured?” “Not to worry, Levine, I’ve already got that covered,” Mikhaela said pulling out of her bag five gold rings each adorned with a different colored stone, “I have these scrying rings. If we need to get in touch with each other, all we need to do is just rub the stone on the ring. Even Anthony can use it.” Mikhaela handed the rings out with Cyril receiving a ring with an orange crystal, Anthony with a blue stone, Uahna with a yellow stone, Levine with a green stone, and Mikhaela given a purple stone. Uahna went up to Cyril and pressed her breasts against his right arm. “I’m not sure I’ll need mine. I’m sure I’ll be safe with Cyril,” Uahna said, “Come along, darling.” “Well, uh-,” Cyril started. “What do you think you’re doing?” Mikhaela demanded of Uahna while grabbing Cyril’s left arm. “I’m going to get ingredients for healing spells and I’m going to teach Cyril some of the spells,” Uahna explained, “He is on this journey to learn isn’t he?” “Yes, he’s traveling to learn, from his Master,” Mikhaela said, “Cyril has to catch up on his lessons as you’ve interfered with our lessons.” “Shouldn’t he be prepared for some healing spells in case I’m occupied?” Uahna asked. “Oh, I’m sure you’d be occupied with something very important, like a dick in your mouth or up your ass,” Mikhaela said insulting Uahna. Cyril sighed as they started to argue. Uahna felt a little insulted and replied back, “Right like your teachings are really more than excuses to hog this boy.” “Hey! I do actually teach him magic rather then using him for rituals as an excuse to fuck,” Mikhaela explained. “That’s It!” Cyril said raising his hands up frustrated and began to walk away from the group. Mikhaela and Uahna watched Cyril as he walked. “Cyril! Where are you going?” Mikhaela asked. “For a walk. Maybe I’ll find a book store or library and learn something,” He said, “Rather than being tugged back and forth like a toy.” Cyril walked off grumbling to himself while Mikhaela and the others watched. Anthony thought Cyril was a fool and if he was in his shoes, he would’ve persuaded the two to have a threesome with him. Levine just shook her head in embarrassment and wondered why she was even here. Mikhaela was feeling the most. She felt a little hurt and ashamed. Uahna sighed disappointed. “Oh, lost him again,” Uahna said outloud. Anthony saw his chance and swooped in behind the two. “You know, I could help you both if you’d like,” He said putting his arms on their shoulders. Mikhaela smacked his hand away, “Don’t you ever turn off?!?” Saying this, the supremely stacked sorceress stormed off. Her massive mammaries moving about with every enraged step. Levine called out to her, “Miss Mikhaela, where are you going?” “To find a magic store and get some supplies,” Mikhaela said continuing forward. Anthony watched somewhat disappointed about Mikhaela’s shunning of his proposal that was until Uahna came up closer to him and said flirtatiously, “You know your majesty, I wouldn’t mind the company.” Pleased by Uahna’s acceptance of his offer, He smiled and said, “Then why don’t we get some ingredients and you can show me one of your rituals.” “I’d love to,” Uahna said playfully as they began to walk off with Levine following behind and sighing exasperated. From the shadows, a small figure watched the group break off from one another. the figure smiled, saying “This will be easy. I can already taste my freedom,” before flying off in Cyril’s direction. As the late afternoon started to roll in, Ravutha and her horde soldiers arrived at the castle in a large, flying carriage like train drawn by four black raptor dragons. Upon landing, Ravutha and her members of the horde that traveled with her exited the train. Ravutha herself was a sight to see of course, dressed in a black robe, a purple and black bustier with silver embroidery, a black thong and long black boots. A few members of the horde who saw her quickly turned away and clasped their stimulated crotches. Gargloth greeted his mistress upon her arrival. “Hello, Mistress Ravutha,” welcomed Gargloth, bowing to her, “We are honored to have you here, Milady.” “Hello Gargloth,” Ravutha replied, pleased to see Gargloth’s restraint, “Did Lazurai arrive here earlier?” “Yes, Milady. He is in his room having a snack,” Gargloth answered. “I see, where is his room?” “He’s in the east wing on the third floor, next to the armory,” The gremlin directed. “Thank you. I need to have a word with him,” Ravutha said walking off towards the quarters of her apprentice. As she strolled down the halls with her breasts bouncing and her hips rocking, Ravutha thought to herself. The way Gargloth spoke it sounded like Lazurai had shirked his duty and she would not allow that, especially not from her apprentice. She generally considered herself a reasonable and forgiving employer and allowed her minions many chances to redeem themselves. Lazurai didn’t have that luxury as her apprentice. She gave him power, taught him her spells and secrets to which she expected his full devotion and loyalty to do her bidding. She wasn’t going to give him all she had given and not be payed back in full. She arrived at Lazurai’s quarters and opened the door revealing five, nude, female light elf slaves sprawled out on the floor in various mixes of pleasure, agony, and exhaustion. Lazurai himself lay nude on the large red bed, his large penis hanging out as he looked seductively at his teacher and mistress. “Had a good meal?” She said. “Yes, in fact. You have wonderful taste in slaves, Lady Ravutha,” Lazurai said, “These girls were delicious. Although I do always prefer more...experienced partners.” “Lazurai, I didn’t simply send you here to sample the hired help,” Ravutha said, “I will not have my resources squandered on a useless pupil. I want a status report. Did you initiate the plan?” “Yes, our little thief is approaching Mikhaela’s party as we speak and she will soon initiate phase 2,” Lazurai said. Ravutha was a little surprised to hear good news but thankful. She smiled at her apprentice, “Good. So, do you think our little fly will do well?” “Absolutely. Especially with the promise that she may be free,” Lazurai said, “Her abilities will make the mission easy.” Ravutha smirked sinisterly, “Excellent, I look forward to the results. I suppose you do need a reward then.” Ravutha threw off her robe and undid her bustier, releasing her bosom that bounced as she walked towards Lazurai. Seeing his master approach him and stripping, Lazurai’s elfhood stood up to it’s full height and length at about a foot long. He smirked looking forward to his reward. While the two dark elf villains screwed like bunnies, Cyril sat in a bookstore, reading through a particular tome. He looked up from the pages and looked out an adjacent window to see the light of the day slightly fading. “It’s getting a little late. I should probably get back to the inn,” Cyril paused and sighed, “the inn...” Thinking about the inn brought up thoughts of Mikhaela and Uahna’s bickering. He did feel a tiny little ego boost by being the object of the pair’s affections but the boost faded thanks to the fighting. He was somewhat surprised by Mikhaela being jealous of Uahna’s flirting. It wasn’t as though any of them had entered into a relationship beyond some casual sex but they were fighting so vehemently. Given the choice, he’d probably go with Mikhaela. He was starting to develop a crush on her but she didn’t seem as interested in him beyond their sex or did she? He sighed, picking up his books, and going to the cashier. “What’s this? ‘New Magic Techniques’ and ‘Guide to Guises’?” said the Old balding cashier as he examined the books, “Planning on literally charming some pretty young thing?” The cashier chuckled and Cyril sniggered. “No, just research,” Cyril said, “I have enough girl trouble without enchanting someone.” “ohoho, okay lad. That’ll be 25 silver,” the cashier said and Cyril handed him the money. He walked out on to the streets of Nadgar in the late afternoon. As he walked along the street, Cyril didn’t notice a small creature flitting into the alley just in front of him and began to change in size. As he began to pass the alley though, the young wizard felt a strange sensation, a mystical energy that felt extraordinarily different yet oddly familiar. He tried to put his finger on it when heard a voice call him. “Yoohoo! Wizard Boy!” called a feminine voice. Cyril turned around towards the alley and leaning against the corner of it was a beautiful woman. She wore a yellowish blouse with raglan sleeves, a dark red corset, and a long burgundy skirt with a slit down one side exposing one of her long shapely legs. She had long black hair that went down past her shoulders, framing her dark brown eyes, ruby lips, and lightly tanned skin. Her outfit of course emphasized her curvesome body such as her wide hips and large, cantaloupe sized bosom, not mention that the outfit and manner seemed to imply that she was a prostitute. “You in need of a little company, Mr. Mage?” she said. While tempted by the dark haired woman, Cyril wasn’t entirely interested considering Mikhaela’s bust made this woman’s tits look like a pair of cherry tomatoes. He figured he’d go back to the inn and maybe talk things out with Mikhaela and maybe get some time alone with her. “Sorry, Miss, but I’m not interested,” Cyril politely said to the woman. Before Cyril turned away the woman smiled and put her left hand to her breasts. Her hand glowed a bright pink and the glow transmitted to her bosom causing them to start jiggling. With each wobble, Her breasts seemed to grow and shook even more. Her blouse strained by her expanding bust and started to tear down the front. Cyril became almost hypnotized by the woman’s glowing, growing and wriggling chest. He’d never seen such a thing before in life and was getting pretty damn aroused by them. As the glow subsided along the jiggling, Her breasts almost overflowing out of her top at a size similar to a pair of watermelons. Her blouse was almost ready to burst. “Are you interested now?” The woman asked Cyril. “W-well, I gotta say you certainly intrigue me,” Cyril admitted. The woman licked her lips and came up close to Cyril, mashing her newly developed breasts against his chest. Cyril went stiff as a board, in more ways then one, feeling those massive melons pressed against him. “So, would you like some company?” the woman asked. Cyril was finding it hard to concentrate. Those tits of hers felt great against his chest. He was feeling tempted to take her back to the inn but he would feel like such an asshole bringing her back and Mikhaela wouldn’t speak to him or possibly she’d cast some spell on him as revenge. “I...I dunno...” He said. “Look into my eyes and tell me straight,” the woman said. After a few moments and a brief battle in Cyril’s mind, chivalry and his conscience won out over lust and his libido. He looked the woman straight in the face and prepared to tell her now when he noticed something odd about her eyes. Her dark brown irises changed to a glowing yellow-green. Cyril began to feel entranced by the woman’s gaze. He realized something was wrong. This was some kind of magic, a spell. Cyril commanded his body to move and turn away but it just stood there. He tried to call out for help but no words came out of his mouth. He wanted to do something but all his body did was stand and stare. The woman smirked and let out a small chuckle. An hour or so later, the rest of the party was spending time in the tavern area of the Green Fairy House. Anthony chatted up some of the more shapely female members of the wait staff, pouring on some of that royal charm. Uahna entertained a few fellow patrons of the male persuasion, flaunting her body and flirting with them. Levine and Mikhaela on the other hand, were sitting at a table quietly sharing a cup of tea. Mikhaela stared into her cup lost in thought, staring at her reflection in her drink and occasionally looking towards the door of the inn. Levine was slightly occupied with keeping an eye on Uahna to make sure she stayed out of too much trouble but was also concerned about Mikhaela, who she was starting to build a friendship towards. “Mikhaela, are you alright?” Levine asked. Mikhaela looked towards her elvish companion, “Hmm? Oh, I’m fine.” “Worried about Cyril?” Levine asked. “A little. I’m not sure why he isn’t back yet,” Mikhaela said. “Well, he’s able to fight, isn’t he?” Levine said, “I’m mean he is a reasonably skilled sorcerer and fighter. I have seen him in battle.” “I’ve seen him, too,” Mikhaela said, “But he’s my pupil. So I worry about him.” “You seem to care about him quite a bit,” Levine said. Mikhaela slightly blushed, “He’s come to rescue more that once and stood up for me too. He’s a good guy. Unlike others I could mention.” She emphasized others as she saw Anthony come towards them, a subtle sway to his swagger suggesting some slight tipsiness. “What are you two doing being so quiet? Come on, relax and have some fun,” suggested the inebriated prince. “Sorry, not interested your highness,” Mikhaela said. “Come on, Mikhaela,” Anthony said getting closer to Mikhaela, “Cyril’s not around and I’m sure these big boobs of your’s need some attention.” Saying this, Anthony came up behind her and groped her monumental mammaries. Mikhaela cried out in surprise before her face contorted into anger and she struck Anthony with a small but painful charge of electricity. He let go of Mikhaela’s breasts and fell to the floor with some slight smoke coming from his body. However, it didn’t stop him as he got up and went over Levine. “How about you, Levine?” Anthony said. “Bugger off, Prince Anthony,” Levine said monotony. “Come on, why do you relax,” Anthony said his hands moving towards her breast plate, “Maybe take off the chest plate so I can get a better look at those big boobs of y-“ Anthony was cut off as Levine gave him a hard uppercut to the chin, knocking him to the floor. “Don’t you dare,” She said sternly. Anthony crawled away slightly defeated and went off to get some love from the wait staff. Mikhaela looked at Levine curiously due to Anthony’s comment. “Big Boobs?” Mikhaela asked, “What big boobs?” “Oh nothing. He’s just in a drunken stupor and babbling probably,” Levine said. Before Mikhaela could continue to inquire anymore, someone entered the inn and went to the bar. “Nice place,” said a female voice, “A bit loud.” “It’ll be quieter upstairs...for a little while at least,” Said a familiar voice. Mikhaela’s heart rose as she recognized Cyril’s voice. “Cyril, you’re back. Where have you be-“ Mikhaela stopped when she saw Cyril was accompanied by a dark haired woman. She was confused. Why was he here with this woman? She noticed the dark woman’s impressive bust. While it wasn’t as big as her’s, she was still fairly big. She walked up to the two of them. “Cyril, who is this?” Mikhaela asked. “Oh this is...” He started but the girl finished. “Ebony. My name is Ebony.” She smiled smugly at Mikhaela. Mikhaela ignored the woman’s gaze turned to Cyril. “Where have you been? I was worried about you,” Mikhaela said. “I went to a bookstore and did some reading but I also met Ebony here. She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Cyril said. “Yes, she’s pretty,” Mikhaela said flatly. She felt something was off about Cyril she wasn’t sure what though. “We had dinner at a small restaurant and now I’m going to take her up stair for a little private time,” He explained. “Private time? But Cyril, we haven’t done any training today,” Mikhaela said, “You should come with me and we can do some-“ “Listen, Teach. I’m a bit busy at the moment,” Cyril said. “Busy? Too busy with a street walker for your teacher? I thought you came on this journey for knowledge, not for tail in every city we stop in,” Mikhaela said getting a little frustrated. Why was he acting this way. “Hey, I didn’t come back here to get a lecture,” Cyril snapped back at her. “Cyril baby, I’m getting a little horny. Why don’t we go upstairs?” suggested Ebony. “Sure thing, babe,” Cyril said as the two turned towards the stairs. “Cyril! Come back here! I’m not finished talking to you,” Mikhaela said. “Well, I’m finished listening to you. Good Night,” He called back as He and Ebony went to the stairs. Mikhaela couldn’t believe this. What was Cyril doing? This wasn’t the same man she’d taken on as her student. He just blew her off from some hooker in a torn top? Was this what he was really like? Was everything before just an act? She got very pissed and cried out, “Fine! Have fun with your whore, you asshole!” Anthony came up behind Mikhaela putting his hand on her shoulder, “What poor treatment by that ungrateful peasant. I can assure you I wouldn’t treat you in such a manner, my dear Mikhaela.” Mikhaela shot Prince Anthony a terrifying look like a savage beast ready to kill and spoke in an almost demonic growl, “Get your hands away from me or I will make your cock into a charred sausage.” Even if he wasn’t drunk, Prince Anthony felt the mood and realized Mikhaela was not in the mood. He let a small uneasy chuckle, removed hand from Mikhaela’s shoulder, and walked safely out of arms reach of her. The enraged enchantress went towards the bar and sat down at it. “I want a pint of your strongest ale,” She loudly commanded. While Mikhaela drank away her frustration and the other members of the party went about their way, Cyril and ‘Ebony’ arrived at the sorcerer’s room. “Please open the door,” She said. Cyril wanted to go down stairs and tell Mikhaela what was going on but his mouth said, “Of course,” and his body opened the door, inviting her in. As the two entered the room, Cyril screamed at himself to go get help but his body wouldn’t obey his commands. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ He thought, ‘Why can’t I move my body and why did I say stuff to Mikhaela that I didn’t mean? Who was this Ebony? Her magic is powerful and strong.’ He figured she had him under an enchantment of some kind. He wasn’t sure what but he’d figure it out. Ebony locked the door when they were both in the room. She let out a relaxed sigh. “Well, that went smoothly. Now, Before I can get to your sorceress friend or your other allies,” She said, “You’ll have to be dealt with.” ‘Oh crap,’ Cyril thought, ‘What the hell is she going to do with me? For that matter what does she want with Mikhaela and the others? Is she with Ravutha? Contrina? Or maybe that other pupil of Phallion that Malkivor mentioned?’ He noticed Ebony licking her lips and got a bad feeling. “Take your clothes off,” Ebony commanded. ‘Wha?’ He thought confused for a moment while his body began to strip. His thoughts came up with a potential hypothesis as he started to take off his tunic. She was probably a succubus assassin. She was going to fuck him to death and do the same to the others, swiping the ruby from their corpses. Granted not a bad way to go but he still didn’t want to die nor did he want Mikhaela and his friends to do die. Even Prince Anthony. He screamed himself to stop and protested but to no avail as his body took off his pants and underwear. Ebony came up to him, examining his body. She caressed Cyril’s fairly well-toned body in a little surprise. “I’ve gotta say, I was expecting you to be thinner,” She grasped his cock which was slightly stiffened even before she started to stroke it,“Hmm, I’ve had bigger but I’m not complaining.” Cyril’s body moaned a bit, responding to the attention given to his cock. Cyril wanted to protest however, Ebony’s handjob did feel really good. Her soft fingers caressed his shaft quickly but strangely gently. This service quickly led to his member getting hard pretty rapidly. Ebony got on her knees, grasping his shaft, and licked his tip. “Mmm, your cock is pretty tasty. No wonder you’ve got the attention of quite a few women,” She said before she put her mouth on his prick and began sucking it. Cyril’s moaning became a bit more impassioned as Ebony continued her lip and mouth service. While he knew this woman was trouble and that he had to get free of her grasp, this blowjob still felt great. Ebony herself licked and sucked on his cock, caressing the shaft with her lips and tongue. She moaned as well though more restrained than Cyril’s moans. Before it got too intense, Ebony took her mouth off Cyril’s manhood leaving it wet and hard. “I think that’ll do for what I have in mind,” She said, “Now lie on the bed.” Cyril, despite the blowjob and the potential follow-up, wanted to get out of here and find Mikhaela but of course, he was still under Ebony’s control so his body did as she commanded. As he lay on the bed, Ebony took off her corset and skirt, revealing her big, bare, panty-less ass to him as she bent over. Cyril couldn’t help but get a little aroused by that, causing his cock to get a bit stiffer and throb with desire. Ebony got onto the bed and stood on her knees, her enlarged tits towering over Cyril in the strained blouse. Even in such a terrible situation, the young sorcerer still desire seeing those breasts in their full glory, especially if they were to be the last breasts he’d ever see. While her face was slightly obscured by her bosom, Ebony smiled down dominantly at Cyril. “You certainly like big tits, don’t you?” She asked, “Give me your answer.” Cyril’s body nodded in response. Ebony smiled and her bosom began to glow again, only this time there was now jiggling performance. Her bosom simply glowed and grew against the confines of the blouse until finally her top exploded in a mess of fabric and her breasts where free, now being about three fourths the size of Mikhaela’s. Cyril could swear he was going to cum just seeing those tits burst out. Ebony leaned forward resting her breasts against Cyril’s chest making him aroused even further. “Enough teasing. I think it’s time for the real thing,” She said. She rose up, much to Cyril’s surprise with that immense amount of tit flesh, positioned herself over Cyril’s cock and inserted the wizard’s staff into her deep pussy. Ebony groaned a little with pleasure at the feeling of Cyril’s penis inside her. Cyril, surprisingly managing not cum after being inserted, noticed that Ebony’s pussy was already very damp, hinting at her own arousal. Ebony slowly began riding Cyril, rhythmically bouncing on his cock and gaining more pace as she rode him. Even though her breasts were now a massive size, they managed to bounce and shook as she rode him. Ebony moaned and cried as she fucked him. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” She cried in rhythm to her bucks. Cyril was getting more aroused as those huge knockers bounce with her pink erect nipples wiggled around. Noticing his interest and wanting attention to her breasts, Ebony commanded Cyril. “Grope my tits! Suck my nipples!” Cyril did as she demanded and probably even if he was under an enchantment he would do so. Cyril did his best to grope and caress the woman’s massive breasts as they were big and soft enough to almost swallow his hands. He places his lips on her left nipple and began sucking away on it. Ebony moaned with pleasure, “Mmmmm, that hits the spot~! Oh yeah!” Ebony continued to ride him her pace increasing with each ride. The sensation of Cyril sucking on her nipples continue to arouse her. His tongue licked her nipples while his hands massage her breasts. He squeezes and kneads her tits, stimulating her arousal even more. While enamored with the woman’s breasts, Cyril thinks and tries to put the pieces together of what this woman is. She notices a slight movement from Cyril’s hips, a soft, weak thrust against her pussy. “No that can’t be right,” She muttered before moaning again from Cyril’s breast play and continues to ride him. As Ebony rides him, Cyril manages to see a slight change in her hair color. The black hair seemed a little shorted and seemed to change a bit in color. Her skin seemed to have a faint change as well too. Ebony seemed to notice this as well as her face gained little hints of worry before a proud smirk came to her lips. “So you like big boobs, do you?” She said, “Answer my question, you horny boy!” “Yes,” Cyril answered, giving the honest response even if he wasn’t under some enchantment. “Well, then have your fill,” Ebony said and her breasts began to grow again. This time seeming to go past Mikhaela’s bust size and get even bigger. Her breasts reached down to Cyril’s torso now and continued. Cyril himself continued to suck on her nipples as long as he could until the breasts got too big that he had to lay back. Even then they continued to grow to the point where they were so large that her nipples touched the headboard and smothered Cyril’s upper torso, pinning him to the bed. Ebony continued to ride Cyril’s cock while her breasts rested on the bed and his body. While he was smothered under her massive breasts, Cyril was putting everything together about Ebony even if his mind was starting to be overcome by the sensation of tits nearly asphyxiating him. ‘Her abilities, her magic, her sex drive,’ He thought as it started to dawn on him, ‘could she really be...’ His thrusts into Ebony started gain a bit more strength thanks to the stimulation of her now humongous breasts on his body. Ebony continued her ride on Cyril’s cock, despite his continued thrusts. However, the overstimulation of his upper torso being smothered by oversized mammaries and the hard ride took their toll as Cyril finally came when Ebony gave one last slap against his pelvis. His cum shooting into her like a geyser, spraying sperm all over her pussy walls. Cyril’s moan stifled by the titanic teats covering his upper torso but Ebony’s cry seemed to sum up their combined pleasure. “Aaaaaahhhhhhh~!” Ebony cried out with pleasure. After Cyril’s release seemed to reduce and subside, Ebony’s breasts began to reduce back to a more manageable size. With her breasts scaled down, she was able to get a look at the mage. Cyril appeared to be unconscious as if the overload of pleasure was too much for him and fainted or he went comatose due to the suffocation. She got off Cyril’s body and got a look at the man’s cock, still somewhat hard. “What stamina, even if he is asleep,” Ebony said, “It’s too bad I have work do.” She placed her hand on Cyril’s face as her body seemed to change. Elsewhere in the inn, Mikhaela sat in her room alone, sitting on her bed,and sulking. She was frustrated, confused, and a smidgen tipsy. She was still hung up about Cyril’s behavior; the disrespectful way he spoke to her and coming back to the inn with some hooker. What was his problem? True, they weren’t a couple or anything but something about it irked her. What this Cyril’s real colors? She thought she might have found a kindred spirit, some intelligent and had a love for magic like she did. What her student really nothing more but a hormonal, disrespectful pig who’d gotten tired of her? As she wondered this a knock came at the door. “Come in,” She said. The door opened revealing Cyril in a night shirt and pants. He smiled at her sheepishly. In response, Mikhaela turned her face away from him in a huff. “Hey,” Cyril said. “What do you want? Your new friend not enough for you tonight?” Mikhaela asked, “Well, I’m sorry but I’m not in the mood to entertain you. Your right hand will have to be your fuck buddy tonight.” Mikhaela was trying to hide that fact that she was a little horny but she was going to stand for Cyril’s behavior. “Actually, I didn’t do it with her,” He said. Mikhaela blinked in surprise. “What?” She said, “Are you playing with me?” “No. After me and Ebony got in the room, I couldn’t go through with it,” Cyril said as he came closer, “I couldn’t do it with another woman.” Mikhaela was a little surprised by this. “Well, you may not have done it with her,” Mikhaela said her voice waining before she stood up to face him sternly, “But don’t think you’re off the hook, mister. I haven’t forgotten what you said to me in the tavern.” “That’s why I came here,” Cyril said, “I wanted to apologize.” “Eh?” “I’m sorry I said those terrible things, Master Mikhaela,” Cyril said,coming closer to her, “It was horrible of me to say such things and I know I can’t take them back.” Mikhaela was still a little surprised. Cyril seemed more like his old self but something was different too. “Please understand that I’m sorry and that I care for you so much Mikhaela,” He said, coming up to her and putting his hand on her face. Mikhaela was feeling strange. Something was off. Was it just the ale affecting her? She wasn’t sure but Cyril speaking to her like this was making her very happy. “Know that I care so much about you,” He said leaning in kissing her full on the lips. Mikhaela felt wonderful. She felt a strange ecstasy wash over her. Was this a dream? Maybe it was. Maybe she’d come back to her room and fallen asleep from the alcohol. She didn’t really care. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her breasts against his torso. Cyril in turn groped the breasts mashing up against his chest, feeling the tits through the material of the shirt on Mikhaela’s chest. Feeling her tits getting groped, Mikhaela took the hint and stepped back. “Should have figured you’d want to get your hands on these,” She said pulling her shirt off and releasing her tits. With Mikhaela’s massive milkbags released, Cyril continued to grope her more throughly. He kneeled down and went about his groping and kneading along with sucking upon her nipples. The massively endowed mage moaned as her apprentice fondled and suckled her large sensitive breasts. It felt strangely better than the last time they had sex. “Mmmmaahhhh~! Yes, yes, that feels good,” She cried out, “I think I might be able to forgive you and maybe give you something for your sweet talk. First though, take off your clothes.” He did what he was told, quickly stripping down to his naked body and presenting his erect penis which seemed larger than usual. Mikhaela didn’t take much note of it, just figuring maybe Cyril was a bit pent up. She when down to her knees and grasped his shaft. “So hard,” She said, lightly stroking it, “I know just where you want me to put this.” Mikhaela spread her breasts apart as best as she could and sandwiched Cyril’s cock in between them. Cyril winced and moaned with delight. “Oooahh, feels great,” He said. Mikhaela looked a little surprised at his reaction. His expression seemed a little embarrassed as if he’d never had a titfuck before. Mikhaela continued the titfuck, working his shaft with her tits with a steady rhythm. Her massive mammaries surrounding his cock and shaking around it, massaging it in a wonderful way. As she did, Cyril smiled happily as he received the the one in a million titfuck. Noting his pleasure, Mikhaela increased her pace along with squeezing and grinding her tits together to give Cyril even more pleasure. She was loving this as his warm cock radiated and caused her knockers to tingle with her own pleasure. She noticed to her surprise, his tip poking out of her cleavage. Hungry for a taste of it, She put her mouth over the tip and began sucking on it. That salty taste so familiar. She loved it. Cyril moaned loudly with pleasured cries at the titfuck and headjob. “Uaahhhh, So good,” He moaned. “It’s good isn’t it?” Asked a voice. “Yeah, it’s better that I could’ve ever expected,” Cyril said. After saying that, He realized that voice didn’t come from Mikhaela but someone else who was in the room. He turned his head to see Cyril standing the door way, holding his staff. He leaned against it looking a little serious. The Other Cyril looked astonished while Mikhaela paused and looked towards the doorway confused. “Eh? Two Cyril’s?” She asked seeming very slow to process this. As Mikhaela looked at the Cyril in the doorway, The Cyril she was giving a titfuck to lifted his hand and it started to glow. Cyril worrying for his master thought fast. “Mikhaela keep titfucking...uh, me!” Cyril cried to her. “Oh! Sure,” She said, “I’m just getting started.” With this, Mikhaela seemed to pick up the pace of her titfuck causing the Cyril she was titfucking to lose focus and the glow on his hand to fade. Cyril sighed at the success of the diversion. However, he turned to his doppelganger. “Not used to this kind of pleasure, are you?” Cyril said entering the room and closing the door. “H-ha-how are you still conscio-oooh-us?” The doppelganger replied as his cock was still being bombarded with breast based pleasure. “I have more stamina than you gave me credit for, Fairy,” Cyril said. Cyril’s doppelganger looked at him shocked. “How did you-“ “You left a few different clues,” Cyril explained, “Your magical aura, your shapeshifting, your ability to use magic without a magic tool, not to mention your use of Glimmer Gaze on me and Mind Fog on my teacher who’s titfucking you. All these point to a fairy or other member of the fair folk.” “Hehehe,” The doppelganger chuckled, “You’re more clever than I expected. Oooh! Uah! As soon as I cum, I’m gonna put you and your master both under a sleep spell and get on with the rest of my mission.” Cyril tightly grasped his staff and clenched his fist. His hand glowed green and he raised it up, aiming it at the impostor. “I don’t think so,” Cyril said, “Disspell!” A gust of air shot at the impostor causing him to change. The impostor Cyril began to reduce in height, his muscles began reducing, his body started to lose it’s masculine physique and become more feminine. His waist thinned, his hips widened, and where his pecks were, two breasts began to develop. His hair seemed to lighten a bit as well. Small fairy wings sprouted from her back and grew. The changing seemed to stop halfway as the impostor now looked like a female version of Cyril with light brown hair, small fairy wings, and large round breasts while still having a large cock and receiving Mikhaela’s titfuck. The Fairy looked a little surprised and so did Cyril. He was hoping to counter Mind Fog or revert the fairy to her real form. It was weird too, like looking into a perverted mirror and slightly arousing. The fairy looked at itself, smirked confidently, and spoke in a feminine voice. “Hm. You’re stronger than I gave your credit for. Not many can disspell a fairy’s shapeshifting magic. I’ll get you out of the way first, so I can enjoy this titfuck.” She raised her hand towards Cyril and was about to blast him but hesitated. She realized that her energy was already low and if she tried a sleep spell, She could weaken one of the spells she was in the middle of either being the mind fog or the shapeshifting. This moment of hesitation allowed Cyril a window of opportunity which he quickly jumped through. He quickly ran up to his hermaphroditic impostor and grasped her arms. Before she could fight back, Cyril quickly cast a Hold Person spell on the fairy. “Augh!” She said attempting to struggle, “Damn you!” “Sorry about this, but I’m not going to let you get your way,” Cyril said. He was in a tight spot for a minute. This fairy could still use her sleep spell after Mikhaela was finished. Speaking of which, the sight of Mikhaela giving this pseudo-hermaphrodite version of himself was actually getting him pretty hard. Suddenly, Cyril was struck by a bolt of inspiration and a devilish smile came to his lips. “What? What are you smiling about?” She asked him. “You’re liking Mikhaela’s titfuck right? You must like sex in other places too,” He said removing his left hand from her arm and reached down to grope her round ass. “Ah!” She cried as she felt her ass groped. “You know I never expected a hermaphrodite version of me to be so sexy,” Cyril said, “And with such a nice butt like your’s, I think I’d like to try something.” Cyril pulled down his shorts, exposing his hard cock and it almost poking her taunt ass. The hermaphrodite counterpart looked a little worried as Cyril took his pants off. He touched his staff to his cock and performed a quick spell. “Jelly Coating,” Cyril said and his cock was coated in a gelatinous substance. “Wait what are you going to do with that-AAAHHHH!” Cried the fairy impostor as Cyril shoved his cock into her tight asshole. Cyril groaned as he felt his cock squeezed by that constricted hole, “Nnngh! So tight and it feels so good.” Cyril began drilling the doppelganger’s ass, slowly smacking his pelvis against her rump before picking up the pace. He pounded her ass hard as he would a normal pussy. The impostor moaned and cried in agony at first but as it continued her agony morphed into pleasure. This however made things more difficult for her as she was sandwiched between receiving anal from the back and a titfuck from the front. “Aaah! Aahh! Aahh! Aaaahhhh~!” She cried. Mikhaela’s breasts bounced about her cock as Cyril penetrated her from the rear. Cyril kicked it up an notch as his hands went to her breasts, groping her titflesh and tweaking her nipples. “No! Not there! Aauuuhhn!” She screamed. “Mmm, such lovely tits in such a fiendish faker,” Cyril said, “I’m not letting go of these until you’re out for the count!” Cyril was hoping to overload her body with pleasure from his anal fucking and Mikhaela’s titfuck. However, this being his first real anal experience and the tight vice-like grip of her asshole, he wasn’t sure how long he could hold out. Still he wasn’t going to give up easily. He continued to smack his crotch into her ass and vigorously fondle her breasts. Mikhaela still under the influence of Mind Fog continued her titfuck but was pushing it towards it’s conclusion. She shook and jostled her breasts about, grinding the shaft of her hermaphrodite lover. She was surprised at the turn in this dream but she didn’t entirely mind it though. The fairy was having her own trouble. She hadn’t expected this. She underestimated them and now here she was sandwiched between this pleasure and she loved it. It felt so good so wonderful. She wasn’t sure if she could hold on. Cyril and Mikhaela continued their barrage of sexual stimulation. They caressed, groped, squeezed, pinched, and pounded hard enough to drive her mad. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore. Her penis quivered in between Mikhaela’s tits. “I-i-i can’t believe it! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” She called out, “I’m cumming~!” Saying this, her rear clenched up and squeezed Cyril’s shaft tightly. That clutch was too much for him. “Ooooh! So Tight! I’m gonna Cum!” Cyril said. He grasped her breasts, stimulating her to a great edge as both let loose their juices. Cyril’s cum exploded like a firework of jizz up the Fairy’s bum. A small amount of the load trickled out of the hole in between Cyril’s shaft and the opening. The Fairy’s cum on the other hand shot out in a stream from the tip that rained down all over Mikhaela’s face, tits, and even a bit of her hair. Suffice to say a mess was made. An hour or so later, the party assembled in Mikhaela’s room. While most of them stood or sat in places in the room, Mikhaela paced frustrated and drying her hair after a quick shower to clean the cum out of her locks. “Arrrrggghh! I can’t believe this!” She said frustrated, “Not only does my student get caught in an enchantment, nor did I realize it, but I get myself duped into Mind Fog! I’ll never live this down!” Mikhaela muttered angrily and released a string of curses in elvish, dwarfish, and at one or two which might have been draconic. Uahna who was sitting on the bed with Cyril became curious about her sex friend’s discovery. “Cyril, How did you figure out that ‘Ebony’ was a fairy?” She asked. “Master Murdock always taught me, knowledge is key to any victory. He always said to do recon or research to prepare myself for a challenge,” He explained, “So that’s what I did. After the incident with Contrina, I wanted to familiarize myself with guises. So I found this in the local bookstore.” Cyril picked up a brown, leather bound book with gilded letters on the cover which read: Guide to Guises by Luther Maxim “Guide to Guises?” She said in surprise. “Yeah, figured it was best way to be prepared for guises,” Cyril said, “The spell cast on me is called Glimmer Gaze, an enchantment which by making eye contact with the caster places the victim into a hypnotic state. It’s name comes from the visible glow that the eyes produce when the spell is cast. The spell cast on Mikhaela is a guise called Mind Fog. This guise causes the victim to be placed in a state of delirium, like a dream or inebriation, where they are very susceptible to suggestion.” “I see,” Uahna said. “Both spells were created by fairies. Along with the shapeshifting and magic without a channeling tool, it made sense that she was a fairy.” “Mmm, so clever. I like that in a man,” Uahna said starting to climb on him before Levine interrupted with a cough. “While that’s impressive, why don’t we get back to the matter at hand,” Levine said gesturing to their captive. The offending fairy was sitting on a table. In her true form, she was roughly nine inches tall and dressed in a small, revealing two piece dress. Her body was fairly curvaceous with breasts that were either D or E cups in fairy sizes and hips while big weren’t exactly of an equivalent size. Her dirty blonde hair was cut short save for some bangs in the front. Her eyes where a vibrant amber and her wings a transparent yellowish green. Around her waist was a weighted hair band that Mikhaela had dug out of her bag and put on her before she awoke. The band itself had a ward spell which cancelled out magic for anyone who wore it and the two balls on the band kept the fairy from flying. The Fairy hadn’t talked much since she awoke save for a few curses and crude comments. “So do we interrogate her then?” Anthony asked, “See who she’s working for?” “I’m more interested in why her mana is strangely low,” Mikhaela said. “What do you mean, Master?” Cyril asked. “Cyril, why don’t you tell me what you perceive about the fairy,” Mikhaela said. Cyril looked at the fairy for a few minutes trying to get a grasp on her energy, “Her mana energy is a little flickery but feels like a human’s.” “Which it shouldn’t be,” Mikhaela said, “Fair Folk are one of the most magically inclined of all races. They’re almost radiating with mana, which is why fairies glow or sparkle at times.” “You’re right. If her energy feels like a normal humans then something’s not right,” Cyril said. “I’m sitting right here,” The fairy exclaimed annoyed, “How do you know I’m not some runt of the litter?” “I’ve seen a few magically inept fairies before,” Mikhaela said, “and you’ve got more power than they do.” “Are you being forced to steal from us?” Cyril asked. The fairy looked away. “I’m right, aren’t I?” Cyril said, “Please let us help you.” Her eyes widened and looked back at him. “You...would help me?” She said surprised. “Yes, I would,” Cyril smiled at her, “I can’t turn away in case someone’s in trouble. Please tell us. Who are you and how you got into this mess?” The fairy looked surprised at Cyril and finally spilled her guts. “My name is Melon Flower. I grew up in Burrough, a small fairy colony at the southeastern border of Callister,” She said, “I wasn’t exactly like other fairies especially when Pixanaka came.” “Pixanaka?” Anthony said confused. “It’s the fairy term used to describe their adolescence. In common tongue, it translates to the Body’s Spring,” Mikhaela explained, “Apart from most common growth related to this like breast growth and body hair, Fairies gain a heightened libido where they have a strong desire for sex.” “Who doesn’t?” said Uahna and Anthony almost in unison, which prompted Levine to smack her palm against her head. “Their desire is often so strong that they will screw almost anything to get off. Some will go into town and seduce members of the opposite sex or sometimes even get off on pistils but they generally settle down for the most part by their late teens,” Mikhaela finished. “I’m one of the few who didn’t. I still had a strong interest in sex and went out on my own as a prostitute to earn money. Sex and Money. The best of both worlds,” Melon Flower explained, “However it wasn’t exactly glamour and I didn’t always get enough money to live on so I began to moonlight as a thief and with my enchantment and shapeshifting skills I was able to escape the authorities no sweat.” “So we’re speaking to a known criminal who’s also a prostitute,” Levine clarified, “Why aren’t we turning her into the local guardsman?” “There’s a but coming,” Cyril said. Melon Flower nodded, “That was until I was stupid when I went home with a horde member and tried to steal from the sorceress, Ravutha Cravnam.” The members went silent when Ravutha was mentioned. “I got caught and she kept me. As a fairy, I’m an easily renewable source of life force and mana. I was kept as a sex slave and energy source for her and the other dark elves in her employ, especially her apprentice Lazurai,” Melon Flower continued, “For the past two years, I’ve been fucked until I can barely move and almost to the point where I’m so low on energy, I’m close to death.” “Well, don’t you just leave?” asked Uahna asked, “You could always fly or shapeshift.” “Apart from being placed in a enchanted cage that cancels out my magic,” Melon Flower explained, “They have me connected by a phylactery.” “Phylactery? What’s that?” Anthony asked. “A phylactery is a vessel that a sorcerer uses to store magical energy. The vessel is traditionally an object of importance to the sorcerer,” Cyril explained, “Some prisons have the phylactery method to detain mystically inclined criminals by draining them of most of their magic and storing it in a phylactery. Who would’ve guess Ravutha would use a method to have a consistent power source.” “It’s a bit more painful than just that. If I try to disobey them, they can cause me pain by placing pressure on my phylactery,” Melon Flower explained, “I didn’t want this. I was just stealing to get by. Now, I just want to be free.” Melon Flower started to cry a little and everyone was silent for a minute. Finally, Cyril broke the silence. “Then we’ll free you,” He said. “Huh?” Melon Flower said surprised. “Huh?” said Everyone else. “Cyril, this fairy just tried to steal from us, and want to help her out?” Asked Mikhaela. “It’s not like she wanted to,” Cyril said, “She’s in trouble. Besides, We have a common enemy, Ravutha.” He turned to Melon Flower, “Does she have a castle nearby?” “Y-yes, Castle Ifiren. It’s less than a mile away,” Melon Flower answered, “You’re serious about saving me?” “Sure,” Cyril said. “I’m not gonna let you go alone,” Mikhaela said, “and I’m the others are coming.” “Of course, I would do anything to help a lovely lady in trouble, especially a busty one,” said Anthony. “You guys aren’t heading into battle with me. Wouldn’t want you coming back with wounds,” Uahna said. “I’ll come at least to watch over Uahna and see about this dark elf sorceress,” Levine answered. “We’ll need a plan though,” Mikhaela said. “Luckily, I’ve got one,” Cyril said as he began to explain it to them. To be Continued...