This is the third Kara Lofts story, set in a re-made world with magic, orcs, trolls and the like and follows
The Five Idols
and
The Talismans
. Like all my stuff, it'll feature big tits, big dicks and more than a little incest if the story allows, plus this chapter has more than a little tentacle sex so if none of that's your thing, go find something else to read.
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Kara sat on a ledge halfway up the mountainside and looked down towards the camp where she'd left Sophie, Lex and Eve. The early morning mist that had obscured her view for most of her climb had disappeared and she could see the faint glow of the campfire, the small, dark forms of her friends moving around it. Following Savannah's advice, Kara had struck out to find the cave of Mordantir the wizard on her own, fearing for the safety of her friends - - even Eve who, she had to admit, she was beginning to feel quite fond of.
She opened the bottle of water she'd carried with her and took a drink. Even though it was still early in the morning, the day was turning into a hot one and she was beginning to regret wearing her jacket. She thought about taking it off and leaving it here, picking it up on the return journey but - - she realised - - she had no guarantee that she'd come back this way. Or if she'd come back at all.
"Looks like I'm carrying the thing," Kara said, slipping it off and holding it in one hand, the bottle in the other.
She stood and continued along the path she'd followed to the ledge. It was narrow and, in places, steep enough for her to need to crawl on her hands and knees but not so much that she was ever actually climbing. It doubled back on itself as it rose taking her higher without ever really taking her around the mountain. Aside from a handful of birds perched on the few scrubby bushes that stuck out from the gravel patches amidst the rock, Kara was alone.
She paused as the path levelled out for a few yards, taking one of her last hair bands from her jacket and pulling her dyed scarlet hair back into a ponytail in an attempt to cool her head. Sweat ran from her forehead, down her neck and slid between her huge tits that were held confined in her tight tank top. She could feel sweat between her legs, too, her black leather trousers preventing her legs, butt and crotch from breathing. Kara poured some water over her neck and down her front, cooling down her huge mounds, before pulling her trousers out from her waist and letting some of the cool liquid slide inside as well.
"Where's this fucking cave?" she asked the mountain. "I'm going to fry if I don't find it soon."
"Are you looking for me, young lady?" came a voice from above her. Kara looked up and almost laughed at the stereotypical old man in cloak and hat, holding a long staff that stood a little way above her on the path. He had long white hair and beard, with a rope belt holding his cloak closed, from which hung a few leather pouches, probably filled with herbs and magical ingredients. He couldn't have looked more like a wizard if he'd tried.
"I am if you're Mordantir," she said.
"Nobody else lives up here," the old wizard said. "Why don't you come inside out of this heat? Maybe I can help you - - cool off?" he said, his eyes sliding lecherously over her body.
Kara grinned - - Sophie was right, everything in this messed up, remade world did want to fuck her! The wizard pointed off to the side and - - even though Kara would have sworn there was nothing but bare rock there a moment before - - indicated the entrance to a large, dark cave. She trudged up the gravel strewn path and walked ahead of the wizard, stepping inside the cool shadows of the rocky cavern, Mordantir following behind her.
As she went deeper, lights sprang up on the walls, illuminating shelves that creaked and groaned under the weight of the books that filled them. It shone from glasses, weighing scales and beakers filled with powders, liquids and gems. A desk with more books and several feather quills scattered about stood in one corner, next to a large, six feet wide circular mirror that held black glass which strangely barely reflected the room at all.
"Nice place," Kara said, feeling the fine hairs on her arms and at the back of her neck stand up in the cold air of the cave, her nipples hardening and poking out against her tank top. She started to put her jacket back on but stopped as Mordantir said,
"That's alright, dear, no need for the jacket. You'll get used to the temperature soon enough." He licked his lips as he stared at her big tits, not bothering to disguise his interest. Kara looked at him for a second before dropping her jacket over the back of the chair that stood in front of the desk. When she saw nothing else to sit on, she parked herself in it and looked up at the old wizard.
"So, tell me your name and what can I do for you?" he said, stepping closer, using his higher position to stare down into her deep cleavage.
"I'm Kara Lofts. I was told you might be of some help. I want to change the world back to what it was, before it was infested with magical creatures."
"Infested?" Mordantir said, his eyes flashing angrily for a second. "That's a hard word, my dear. That makes magical beings such as myself sound like little more than a disease to be cured."
Kara bit her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing a little. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's just I want things back the way they were, before the changes happened."
Mordantir smiled at her, once again staring at her inviting cleavage.
"Are you sure you want it changed back?" he asked, stepping even closer, the tip of his beard brushing against the tops of her huge tits. "Something tells me a woman like you has enjoyed some of the changes, eh? Like that little blue Cyclops travelling with you? Or the huge cocked dickgirl?"
"How - - how do you know about them?" Kara asked.
"I'm a wizard, Kara Lofts," he said. "It's my business to know things like that." Kara gasped as she felt his beard stiffen and slide between her tits, the fine hair spreading, thickening, cupping her mounds like hairy fingers, the bristles grabbing at her nipples and pinching them. "If the world changed back, you wouldn't experience anything like this," Mordantir said, his prehensile beard squeezing her tits. "Wouldn't you miss that?"
"Mmmmm - - maybe," Kara sighed, squirming in her seat as she felt her pussy throb and moisten. "Maybe there's a - - a middle ground?" she said, the wizard's beard still groping at her big tits.
"A middle ground?" Mordantir asked.
"Maybe the world stays as it is," Kara said, "but the men - - regain their sex drive - - stop ageing so fast?"
"Hmmmm, that certainly sounds like a better idea," the wizard said, his beard withdrawing from Kara's cleavage. "But why would I want to restore the sex drives of the normal men? Are you honestly telling me that you've had better sex with a man than your little Cyclops? Or the dickgirl? Or any of the other things you've had since the world changed?"
Mordantir stepped away from her and walked over to the mirror. As he neared it, the surface shimmered and a succession of images flowed across it like some magical television - - Kara standing beside her lover, Dex, and her frail father, both of whom looked old before their time - - then it was Kara being fucked by four green skinned, plant like creatures in the base of a pyramid - - sharing Brute the jailer's huge cock with Jennifer Raven - - being taken in all holes by the light emitting gel creature in a cave - - she and Sophie being fucked by the stone statue of a hellhound - - the pair of them sharing Lex and Eve's cum just the night before.
"Would you really want to give up any of these experiences for just a plain old man?" Mordantir asked, waving his hand in front of the mirror, flipping from one scene to the next and back. "Hmmm, I see you know our Queen Jennifer as well," he said, watching Kara and her former lover fuck the huge jailer called Brute. "Intimately, it would seem."
"I know her," Kara said, "though I haven't seen her since the world changed."
"Tell me," Mordantir said, stroking his beard as he thought. "What would you do for me if I restored the sex drive of your lover?"
"Anything," Kara said, perhaps a little too quickly. She glanced down at his crotch and was a little surprised not to see a large, bulging cock sticking out the front of his cloak - - everything else in this world certainly seemed to have one.
"Very well," the wizard said. "If you'll consent to allowing me to take you in any way I see fit - - I will restore your lover to normal."
"And my father?" she asked.
The wizard raised an eyebrow at that. "Your father as well?" He nodded. "Very well, I'm certainly not one to judge. But if you want the world changed back, that's beyond my capabilities, I'm afraid. Only Queen Jennifer can do that."
"And where can I find her?" Kara asked.
"Finding her is no problem," he said, turning back to the mirror which showed a large, dark castle on top of a hill. "Getting inside is another thing altogether. The single door will only open with a specific type of key, one which I can provide you with if you find three items for me."
Kara smiled at him. "You want me to go on a quest for you?"
