Mage Of Many Talents Ch 03

Chapter 3 - One Horny Ghost

When I opened my eyes again, I was in bed. My body felt warm, wrapped tightly in a blanket on the bed. There was someone else in the room, and I scrambled up thinking I got another chance at life and Faustyna was waiting for me to wake up to finish me off. I was naked, and because of the comfort when I woke up, hard as fuck.

"Monika?" I asked. The woman in the chair turned, met my eyes, then looked down to find my cock standing at attention. Her smile faded to an open mouth that looked too inviting, with a red blush of wanting that paired so well with her glazed-over eyes. She was clearly imagining putting it into her mouth already, but I reeled back control, covering up instead. "Sorry, this happens often. It'll go away soon."

"You can..." she said, then went more red. Her tongue licked her top lip, and I almost wanted her to say it, to say that I could sink myself deep inside her mouth. "You can take care of it. I don't mind. I'll just turn around." She lingered without turning while I pulled my foreskin back. Her eyes went wider, then she turned abruptly in the chair. The chair did not like that sudden turn, and broke, making her fall toward me and grab hold of the only thing she could, my erection.

I felt her grip strong and fast, but it tugged me back so sudden while I was primed with anticipation that I shot a line of cum right over her pretty white and gold robes. I saw the cum land, with her hand still hanging on. I was scared that she would be upset, but instead found a smile on her face.

"I felt it in my hand," she said. "And I am closer to God because of it."

"I came on your robes. Sorry."

"Not to worry," she said, inspecting the deflating dick. I was going to tell her that if she kept staring, it would stand back up, but she stood up and held her hand to a blue gem necklace with a golden rim on her chest. "Purify." I watched her glow that same gold light that I saw when I was dying and remembered the series of events that led to her giving me the holy tug.

I put magic over the pierced kidneys, just like I did with cuts, but there was a lot of internal damage. I contacted Monika right away, and she rushed to make it just in time to heal me from the brink of death. Her being a priest probably meant that she could have also resurrected me, but it was unlikely to be cheap.

"Thank you for saving my life," I said, bowing while still fully naked in front of her. "You are a great priest, and a wonderful friend." Monika smiled.

"You're still naked," she said. I apologized and slipped on some clothes quickly, but thinking of her getting me off with one very hard tug made my dick pop up inside them much to her blush. "Do you have sex a lot? Is that why this is happening?" I smiled.

"It's not always about sex," I explained. "This one is just from remembering your grip. It felt really good. I would like to return the favor somehow, or are you a virgin because of your devotion to your god?"

"Our god isn't that strict as to desire celibacy," Monika said. "But I am a virgin." Her face was clearly saying that while she was a virgin in common terminology, she most definitely had experience getting off, perhaps even using her own mace. It wasn't spiky, after all. I wanted to see it, but needed to find a way to repay her first.

"I--" I started, and took a step, but found a loose floorboard somehow and tripped into her. Rather than save myself with magic as I would have done, I found myself grabbing hold of her collar as her whole robe tore down, leaving her naked. Her pubes were equally orange. Her look of shock was momentary, because I wasted no time to pair my lips to her creamy white pussy. I expected pink, but the pale white really threw me for a loop. I stuck my tongue inside as her hands gripped onto my hair hungrily.

I could tell she was resisting grinding my face like the pillow she most definitely used at home, so I added some fingers to spread those pale peach pussy lips while sucking on her clit. Her moans were very different from Fau's. She was trying to restrain herself more, making the least sound, as if she was masturbating in public. It made me that much more interested in hearing her come.

Her sounds felt like hiccups on my lips. She got close to cumming, but something yipped inside her that prevented her from gushing out. I was determined to get that out of her, as a thank you for saving my life, but the five times I've approached it with different techniques Fau taught me ended up in the same case of the yips. I wanted to ask, but instead looked up to her pale pink nipples that perked so perfectly that I felt it a sin not to rub them.

"No, don't," Monika said, right as I squeezed her breasts. That little shy resistance sent me. I felt precum soaking into my robes and wanted to bury my cock in her pussy that instant. "I can't come. It's a curse."

"Can I take a look at it?" I asked, finding her flushed horny face with tongue dripping drool. It must have been hard to not be able to come. "I knew some warlocks back in school, and they taught me some identifying magic. You'd need to find a lock to undo it, but I can at least see what the curse is about."

"You can?" She asked, shutting her eyes hard as another yip throbbed on my fingers inside her, but failed to make her come. I felt anger stir in me. Why would someone make a beautiful girl like that unable to reach climax? It had to be some degenerate loser lock who got off to that sort of thing. I wondered if he watched her trying to come over and over while getting himself off. "Please do!"

"Alright," I said, kissing her clit to create a mental link to the particular part of her anatomy responsible for getting her off. Her grip on my hair got tighter, clearly craving to come, but another yip relaxed her muscles she was tensing to come. I pulled a line of spit away from her clit, and brought a finger to hold the connection so I could cast the spell. Lock spells were all about bodily fluids, blood, ejaculate, piss, and burned up flesh in ash form.

"Identify," I said, as the line of spit between my finger and her pussy glowed orange popping up with curse terms scroll explaining the details. "The cursed shall not be able to reach desired release by use of female anatomy. The cursed shall find much misfortune befall them into sexual encounters, but be unable to release. Caveat: Anal stimulation is required for release. Full penetration shall be impossible to achieve."

"That's why I can't put anything inside?" Monika asked. "Who would do this to me?"

"Some loser warlock probably," I explained. "But hey, let's use that caveat, huh?"

"You would... down there?" She asked. I smiled, then burst out laughing. "It's not THAT funny, Szymon!" I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her to stick out her ass. I wasted no time in sticking my tongue right into her asshole. It did say that full penetration would be impossible, and I found a barrier inside her asshole in the same vein to something inside her pussy that first tipped me off that she might be cursed.

Monika was quiet while I worked her sphincter, so I checked on her to find her gushing and pissing at once, shaking her head in a climax stupor of silence. I wanted her to burst out in a vocal moan, but she was too practiced in getting off in private to do something that lewd. I decided to make it my goal to get one moan out of her, and kept licking her tight little asshole that was also a very pale pink. Her flesh seemed saintly, and that just made me that much more interested in breaking her curse.

"Are you alright?" I asked a few minutes later.

"Please, don't stop," she begged. "I haven't been able to come in so long! Please don't stop!"

"Hmm, alright," I said. "But you'll have to moan for me."

"M- Moan?" Monika asked. I smiled, hiking up my robes to get myself worked up so I could come with her while she was getting off.

"It's how you communicate with the other person," I said. "Once your curse is broken, you'll learn more. You have to get vocal, Moni."

"I'll-- I'll try!" She replied.

"Just surrender to the moment, feel it and let your body respond vocally so I can come with you." I kept licking her ass, dipping my tongue, circling the folds, and pumping spit inside while stroking myself underneath her. Her robes were already coated in her ejaculate and piss, and my cum would soon join the mess that she could probably just purify. I was a bit surprised that she could not break her curse, but maybe she was too embarrassed to mention it to anyone given the intimately sexual nature. I waited to hear something, but she wasn't really getting it. When she was about to come, from the spasms, I decided to help her out, and myself, reaching up to twist one of her nipples.

She burst out in a satisfying guttural sort of moan that vibrated her body. I've never felt anything like that before, and came, hard. I sprayed my cum on the ceiling of her stomach, her tits hanging down, and her face. The sound she made was so surprising and special it felt like I would never hear anyone ever make it ever again. It was something of a cat purring with climax moans and was right up there with Fau's scream of orgasm in the forest.

Monika collapsed to the mess of cum, pussy juice and piss-soaked robes. She rolled around in it and laughed. She was definitely enjoying herself again, and that made me lose a bit of restraint as I leaned over her and kissed her. When I leaned away, she was passed out in the soaked robes, and I stood up away to see her that way. Once I helped her break her curse, she would no doubt find herself covered in jizz like that a lot, especially with a handy spell like Purify in her skill set.

She woke up a few minutes later and asked to use my bathtub to clean up, definitely more comfortable about being naked around me. When she got out, I saw her full naked figure, the orange flame dancing over her pussy that looked amazing when she leaned down to pick up her mess of clothes. She purified them, then mended the tears I caused with a silent spell. She apologized for her actions, but I was not about to let her feel bad about any of it.

"You saved my life," I said. "You deserve to come. I'll help you break that curse. Then I can take your virginity, if you'd like me to." She smiled so brightly and blushed.

"Yes, please!" She burst out.

"Until then, I'm sure you can find some fun things you can do with your ass," I said, looking at the metal cudgel on her belt. She took a staff on longer adventures, but her cudgel was enough for self defense around town. I bet she would use her staff to get off as well, if she could. Monika looked down at the tool and raised her eyebrows.

"Please don't get yourself killed until you-- until you..."

"I won't die until I am able to come inside you," I said, finding her eyes narrowed in a smile with a blush among the freckles of her face. "You'll probably have to purify it right away or you'll get a baby out of it. When I cum, it's kind of hot, and a lot. It will fill you up."

"Stop, Szymon, I'm getting hot," she pleaded.

"You've always been hot," I said. "Now go home and climax thinking of me. Use the cudgel." Monika sighed a hot sigh and left hurriedly. I smiled, wondering if she would make that same guttural moan that shook me to cum so hard.

When she left, I inspected my place to find that the one box that started my encounter with Faustyna was gone. She probably stole it, thinking me dead. I was pretty sure I was dead for a bit there, but it was my own fault for getting involved with a rogue. I loved her, and I knew that if she caught feelings, she would end me. There was nothing worse than a rogue with a moral compass, at least at Rogue's Gallery.

She still owed me for my forty percent of the helm she no doubt already sold, but I didn't want to get knifed the first chance she saw me, so I decided to use minor invisibility that had little use in the world. It didn't make me completely invisible, just a little see-through, easier to miss in the background. It sure cost a lot to learn it, but I was assured all schools had their debt systems, even the rogues and warriors.

Warriors were sometimes used as breeding pigs, or so I heard. They were brought to a school of higher learning for only women. The masters would bring their pupils, but were also still under contract to impregnate women who focused their lives on learning. I did wonder what they did for female warriors, since they could not be used to give children when clad in muscle. Maybe female warriors were given freedom from those sorts of debts. Rogues were a mystery, and I never got to ask Fau about it.

I headed off to the tavern where I knew she would be. There was no sign of Evokari and her perky red nipples. I still held the image of her pussy lips spread open like a wound, red and slick, glistening, in my mind. Minor invisibility worked out in my favor, as I could pretend I had stealth in the tavern while finding her. There she was, fucking herself with something glowing surrounded by patrons with their cocks out, pumping while cheering. When she pulled it out, I could see that it was a fairy wearing some sort of glowing rubber clothing to form a flying dildo.

When Fau came, she shot the fairy out of her pussy like a cork, paired with the squirt from inside her spilling over like a foam of champagne as the fairy bounced off the ceiling and flew right into her mouth to make her look very fragile as the patrons busted over her table. When her eyes looked over to me, I saw a tear escape from her eyes. She pulled the fairy dildo out of her mouth and scrambled up to get away.

She was far too drunk to move fast, or stealthy, so I just followed her upstairs to the same room we have used twice now. It felt like we were living there at this point. Mroka would come in, catch us in the act, and join in again, but in Faustyna's mind, I was already dead. What she saw in that tavern post climax, was a ghost.

She locked her door, but the skills she taught me let me undo a simple tumbler. I knelt by the door still under the effects of minor invisibility. It would certainly help for these matters, so it was not a useless spell after all. The price paid in debts for mages was the community use. Whenever a larger spell was necessary, all mages were forced to use their mana as a supply, but at least we were not paraded naked at a school for girls to get them pregnant at graduation when they no longer had to focus on their studies. I felt the lock pop under my tools and felt that release in my ass as when Fau pulled out of me.

The door swung in to find Faustyna on the bed, scrambling back away from my ghostly self. She held her daggers out in warning, but I knew she was not in the mindset to defend herself. In fact, it took just the pressure of her knocking her head on the headboard of the bed to slip unconscious. She was naked with shoes on, passed out and already naked. I sighed. As much as I wanted to take revenge from her, enjoy myself, I was still in love with her.

I set her daggers aside, and took her shoes off. She had very pretty feet. I remembered the time she got me off between her big toe and the rest. It was a solid grip, and I popped pretty fast back then. I brought a blanket and covered her up so she could sleep. Just so she wouldn't kill me upon waking up, I wrote out a short message to hover over her bed with a simple gravity spell, then took the couch to sleep a little myself.

When I woke up, she was gone, but her daggers were still in the room, so it was likely she would be back. I got up dangly for once, and I blamed the loss of blood for it, paired with almost dying. I went into the bathroom without checking, and froze in place to find her just getting out of the bathtub. She looked so different with her purple hair up in a bun, all smooth and clean, almost shimmering from the wetness absorbed in her skin.

I felt a twitch in my balls, but not enough to arise. I met her eyes, then looked away, sitting on the toilet to piss, with intention to shit, but looked back to see if she was leaving before starting. The silence was killing me, but I started pushing at the plug as she watched me. I stopped when she came up, perfumed in soapy scents, but still quiet.

"Please don't kill me before I shit," I said. She had nothing in her hands, then out of nowhere, she had a dagger. I would say it was magic, but I did not feel any mana use around us. Her legs split to stand over my knees, training the sharp edge by my neck with clear intention to cut. I figured I was about to die, so did not hesitate to cradle her buttock one last time. I smoothed my hand on her thigh, cupping that softness before grasping it tighter.

"Don't," she said. I met her eyes and smiled. I slipped my middle finger down into her valley, finding the sphincter as it opened to eat my finger in anticipation. I felt around in the tightness, circling to widen the pressure, but I could not get it much further inside without any liquid. "Why didn't you die, asshole?"

"I'm the asshole?" I asked, pushing my finger deeper with force that would definitely hurt her a bit. "This coming from Miss 'I love you, so you must die'."

"Fuck!" She said, lowering the dagger to smoosh her dripping pussy against my face. My tongue knew what to do. It was familiar territory for my mouth, nose, and tongue. She did not let up, and I did not pull my finger out of her ass as she tried to smother me in her pussy. I heard the dagger drop onto the bathroom floor as she grabbed the back of my head with both hands to grind herself fully against my face, no longer trying to suffocate me. I felt around inside her asshole and felt something familiar, a metal edge. When I widened the hole, another small dagger fell out of her ass onto the floor.

I pulled my fingers out, embracing the back of her chest to help her aim her pussy on my face. When she reached climax, I sucked on her folds which I knew made her shudder in enjoyment. I changed grips to both of her buttocks, tightened in climax up against my face. I caught her when she started falling from the shuddering legs, and she sat on my knees, burying my head in her breasts. It was the worst timing, but my ass was not waiting any longer as shit started coming out.

I flushed right away, but she was crying when my cock came up between her legs. It was hard, but I tried not to aim myself subconsciously inside her. Instead, she lifted slightly as my dickhead found its way inside by sheer luck. I felt the squelch of my spit and her drip as I slipped fully into her while still on the bowl.

"I'm sorry I killed you," she said.

"But you didn't."

"But I did," she protested. "You just survived by luck." I felt the tension in the air, but did not want to look at her crying. It would make me soft instantly.

"I lock-picked your asshole," I said, to shift the conversation away from the stuff making her cry. She looked back to the two daggers, one she held, and the other that fell out of her butt-hole when I fingered it.

"You don't possess the skills to pick my vault," she said. "But that fucking fairy did. That bitch tried to steal from me when getting me off. Piece of shit!"

"Vault?" I asked, then watched as Faustyna pulled out two more small daggers from inside her ass, then a pair of metal handcuffs. "How much stuff do you have in there?"

"More than you'd know," she said. "I had a spatial spell installed like a device. That's why I'm never worried about you busting inside. It gets stored in appropriate places."

"Stored?" I asked. "Why would you want to store my cum?"

"I store anything I want, thank you very much," she said, smiling again. I wiped her eyes from tears and smiled. "How are you liking the soak?"

"It's an absolute nightmare over here," I said. "I'll bust at any motion."