A tongue flicked at the slickened lips of Tholena's vagina, working its way in small circles slowly and lovingly around the puffy flesh, up to the engorged nub.
The ecstasy mage groaned and writhed as she gently caressed the chestnut-haired head between her thighs. "Like that, yes," she whispered with throaty voice. "Vibrate your tongue."
Her lover complied and waves of pleasure shivered up Tholena's spine. "Seasons! Very good. Tease me...just the tip of my nub with the tip of your tongue... Aah!...tease it..." Her hips began undulating in time with the workings of her lover. "Ah! Yes. You're getting it. Very good. You'll make a worthy apprentice yet."
The young woman looked up from between her legs and giggled. She replaced her tongue with her hand, which expertly continued to caress her lover's slick opening. "You are a good teacher, Tholena. But I do wish we could do more work with the magic."
Tholena laughed. "YOU are the one who wanted to learn the ways of an Ecstasy Mage. You have to learn the physical techniques, and cunnilingus alone has over five hundred variations..."
"But the spells are so much more intense..."
"Yes, they are, but you should not rely too much on them. Magic is meant to enhance love and pleasure, not replace it. Sometimes, I wonder whether I am doing the right thing, teaching you the skills and the magic together. My own teacher made sure I had mastered all the mundane techniques before I was allowed to cast even the simplest spell. But you are always so impatient."
The young woman straightened, flung her shoulder-length brown hair back around dramatically, and arced her spine to prominently display her generous tanned breasts. "But look at what I can do!"
"Your body is beautiful, I must admit." Tholena smiled broadly, holding out her arms. "Come. Let me fully sample your latest handiwork."
The young woman slid over Tholena, slowly gliding over her sweaty torso until their breasts heaved together, nipple to nipple. Tholena cried out as the girl's hand redoubled its efforts on her folds, circling round and round, plunging in and out. The ecstasy mage met her lip for lip, tongue for tongue in a passionate kiss. The slick salty taste of Tholena's own juices passing between them brought forth moans from them both.
Tholena's hands slowly caressed the woman's flank down to her tight buttocks, gave them a lusty squeeze, then slid them back up to play with her lover's hard nipples. "VERY nice," she purred. "But your breasts may be a bit too big. Remember, as an ecstasy mage you must not draw undue attention to yourself. Make your figure too voluptuous and too many will look your way who should not."
The woman propped herself up on her elbows. "That's only in the human kingdoms. Here in Barracca Woods its not a problem. Besides, Hart liked my bosom just fine."
Tholena chuckled. "Hart likes bosoms no matter their size. And he loves both of us dearly. But I only say it because I worry about you. I want you to be safe. Remember what happened in Tragaria."
"How could I forget?" A thoughtful silence stretched for several heartbeats before she spoke again, this time in a deep whisper. "Tholena...just this once, can we not be student and teacher, or even ecstasy mages? Can we just make love to each other as we really are, without magic, without training? Me and you. Just a normal man and woman. Just...lovers."
Tholena was momentarily taken aback, but then nodded. "Of course, Tully. If that's what you want."
The woman sat up, closed her eyes, and concentrated. Her flesh began shifting like ice melting in the desert sun. Her shoulders rose, her face and waist broadened, and her breasts shrank flat. Between her suddenly more muscular legs, the crease of her folds fused together and distended into a bulbous sack. Her nub grew and elongated into a full-fledged, fully erect male member.
A year before Tholena had had to turn the entire population of Tragaria Castle into the opposite gender as a diversion. Including Tully, who had been a prisoner there. He had enjoyed briefly being a woman so much that he intended to make gender change one of his specialties as an ecstasy mage. It was an unusual, but not an unheard of, calling in the Order. Tholena herself had temporarily changed gender a few times after Tragaria with the help of the Father Trees, just to try it out. But most in the Order preferred their birth gender, and even now Tully spent most of his time as a male. Still, whenever he was feeling kinky or playful--which was often--he missed no excuse to grow breasts and spread his--her--newly smoothed legs for some fun.
Once again wearing his original body, Tully bent back down between Tholena's legs to kiss her swollen gates, slicking his tongue on her. He tried none of the fancy moves or techniques she had taught him. No breath control, no intricate tongue patterns, no humming or other subtle vibrations.
But what he lacked in intricacy he more than made up for in intensity. Tholena with her magic sensed his powerful, primal need to please his mate surge like a tidal wave.
Tholena knew thousands of pleasurable sexual techniques, and knew dozens of ways to employ magic to enhance every single one of them. But nothing in all her life was as erotic as Tully's raw emotional hunger for her.
He kissed his way up her taut stomach, his tongue lingering hotly on the curve of her modest breasts. He lathed her nipples generously, sucking each of them hard than pebbles, until her breath exploded in short gasps.
Pushing himself up on his arms above her, Tully maneuvered his hips between Tholena's spread thighs. She marveled at how incredibly dominant, how beautifully MALE, he was as he poised his throbbing shaft at her entrance.
Their eyes met, and they exchanged the hushed words that lovers truly bound by the heart always do.
Tholena closed her eyes, relishing in every sensation as Tully slowly, gently thrust his hardness into her hungry folds. Some women described the act as a penetration, an invasion, but as she opened herself to him Tholena always thought of it as a welcoming, as sincere and warm as if she opened her arms to hug him. A welcoming to the one place in the world that Tully truly belonged. The one place she sometimes wished where he could stay forever...
His shaft pulsed deeper, and Tholena could feel the delicious friction of her walls stretching to accommodate him. His member was so hot, so powerful as it pushed further into her. Deeper...
Wait.
Too deep.
No.
