The witch Danae sobbed in fear and exhaustion as the portal began to form behind her. Her pursuer was relentless and determined, and worse yet, immensely powerful. He stepped through the portal, glorious in his strength and potency, his naked, muscular frame bathed in glowing blue light and his manhood rampant and rigid before him, like some great curved scimitar.
She summoned strength from her fast-fading vestiges of power and opened a series of portals. The first sent her to a dark world of weird green and blue lights, the harsh, acidic air burning her very skin. Without pausing to take a breath- which would have been a bad decision at any rate- she stepped through her second portal, finding herself on the surface of an angry ocean, however briefly: the water was shockingly cold.
She somehow managed to make it back to the surface and half-swim/half-dive through the next portal and landed in hot, deep sand. She stumbled to her feet and lurched through her final portal, and collapsed on a green sward, utterly spent.
For several long minutes all she could do was try to contain the fire in her lungs. When she could finally raise herself to her elbows, she looked around her. She was lying in a field of deep grass, surrounded by a narrow fringe of woods. Beyond that rose huge buildings of stone and glass, dozens of stories high and more. A high-tech world, she realized with dawning horror.
She reached out for lines of power, and felt next to nothing. She had never been on a world that had less magical focus. And she had never had her own reserves of power so desperately low- as empty as this world.
If her pursuer caught her now, she would be worse than helpless before him. She knew she had thrown him off for the moment, but it was only a matter of time before he tracked her down.
She had to regenerate her power- and there was only one way- the oldest, most ancient way. And luckily for her, it was her favorite method, too.
There were people at the far edge of the park- a group of men playing some sort of game involving throwing head-sized, pointed balls at each other, and she immediately started off in that direction.
She wore a thin green linen tunic, belted by a simple golden rope, with matching sandals. Her hair was dark and wavy at present, and her body was long, lithe and athletic. Her vivid green eyes were slightly slanted above high, sharp cheekbones, and her lips were full and luscious.
The men paused as she neared, and she smiled warmly at them. Her normal gait was graceful and sensuous, and she deliberately accentuated that further with the sway of her hips. One of the men called something out, the language wholly unfamiliar to her, but the lusty content of the call was obvious to her, and she smiled further.
There were four men present, all young and virile. This could work out nicely, she thought. She walked directly up to the one that first smiled back at her, the tallest of the lot, with curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. His eyes widened in surprise as without pausing she threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately, but he began to respond almost immediately, his arms moving to circle her narrow waist. She intercepted his right hand and redirected it to her left tit, which he quickly began stoking. Her hand dipped down to caress his crotch, and she was pleased to feel his response as he rapidly stiffened in her fingers.
She stole a glance at his companions- she would need them as well. They were staring in rapt amazement, and she smiled lasciviously at them as she knelt down. She pulled the curly-headed man's short, thin pants-like garment down around his knees and immediately engulfed his still rising cock in her mouth. He moaned aloud in passion and both hands gripped her head as his own arched back.
Without disengaging herself from the now fully hard rod in her mouth, Danae straightened her legs and thrust her ass out as the other men moved closer for a better look. She was almost instantly rewarded with a hand stroking the firm globes of her buttocks, and she felt the thin material of her tunic lifted away. Within seconds the head of a nice, firm rod was thrust between her nether lips, and her body began swaying in rhythm with the plowing thrusts.
She normally liked to take her good sweet time with a nice, hard cock, but time was of the essence, and so she quickly and expertly brought the cock in her mouth to frothing ejaculation. Long, hot streams of sticky semen jetted deep into her throat as the man behind her began to speed up his pace.
With the first gush of orgasm, her powers were recharging. Without real thought or effort, she cast the spell that let her understand the excited jabber of the men around her.
"Damn, she is tight!" the man now pumping frantically into her from behind was grunting. "And so...fucking...wet!"
"Stick it to her, Bill!" Shouted another, a short man with a thick mustache. But he gulped in apparent surprise as he caught her eye and waived him to her front end. He nervously responded to her summons, nearly staggering to her, like a frightened rabbit in the presence of a snake. She clawed at the sting-tie that held his strange pants up.
His cock was short and fat, but extremely hard, and she cupped his balls as she gently slurped him into her mouth. Behind her, Bill had lost all his coordination as he began frantically thrusting inside her. When he came, he nearly fell across her back.
She glanced at the fourth man, but he was already stroking himself inside his shorts, his attention on the bared man-flesh present instead of at her. She shrugged with regret, but pulled off the cock in her mouth and guided the man onto the ground, quickly and gracefully straddling him.
As she writhed atop the mustached man, she saw her first lover hovering nearby eagerly. "Hey, stud," She said to him in a husky, seductive voice. "Are you up to a second time around?"
The curly haired man nodded vigorously and nearly ran to her, thrusting his semi-flaccid cock forward, making it wobble erratically. She laughed in delight at the sight and caught the head deftly between her thick , luscious lips. She ground down on the cock in her pussy as she brought the one in her mouth to full hardness again. When the man beneath her began jerking spasmodically and pumping her honey-box full of jism, she milked him dry with her love-muscles, then deftly guided the curly-headed man to the ground beside him. She swapped mounts in a single, smooth motion and twisted to face Bill.
"I haven't tasted that one yet." She said, nodding at his still stiff prong.
Bill grinned and stepped forward. "I thought you were never going to ask."
Danae reached down with her left hand and began gently kneading the cock of the mustached man, who had fallen back in the grass in sated bliss, already preparing for her next sorely needed round. She ground and clenched and milked with her cunt-muscles and the man beneath her gasped and came again. She moaned gustily around the cock in her mouth as she finally reached her own first orgasm.
