Chapter 7 - The Archmage Council Sex Party
I woke up against her, recalling the moment I saw her lower lip tremble. It was after I insisted on getting her off after blowing my load on her back. I felt stupid for patting her head, and hoped she wouldn't hate me for treating her like a pet to soothe her obvious mental anguish. Faustyna was a wild animal after all, developed as a rogue with a warrior's heart. It must have hurt to be kept as a sex bunny. I imagined her wearing some bunny ears with a poofy tail, and looked over to her sleeping expecting her to read my mind to stab me for that dressing down.
I slipped out of bed ready to face anything, forgetting that Erwald and Marvin were in my house entirely as I walked out entirely naked with my cock hanging limp. They looked at me for a moment, then got naked as well. I held up my hands to dispel any notion of what was about to happen, but felt a magic hand hold up my dick as they did the same.
"Sorry," I said. "I forgot to get dressed."
"Might as well compare, no?" Marvin asked, holding up both hands. One was holding my cock up with some orange translucent air, as his was mostly buried in a wild bush. Erwald walked up to the both of us with his limp cock supported on his very own pedestal of purple air. He won in size, easily measuring about twenty inches. He grinned under his mustache, as Marv and I came close to lay our cocks for a measure on the same purple pedestal. Marv was closer to eight inches, and mine was the standard ten limp, though dangly when compared to Wald's girth of the gods.
"That must have hurt some girls in your youth," I said, as his cock twitched a little on the platform.
"Now, watch this," Wald said, as the girth filled up to spring up from the purple pedestal to an angle that my golden cock hit with the golden buttplug inside. The golden cock was even longer, but that angle was the ideal ironclad forty-five degrees between horizontal and vertical that allowed for many different positions with a little wiggle. The golden cock erection definitely did not wiggle. It was like a monster between my legs. I would show it off, but Faustyna had the buttplug tucked away.
"Say, young mage," Erwald started. I felt I knew where he was going with the idea, but I did not want to wreck my throat getting him off. "Is there any place where we may be able to find some kind of paid sexual service? Tique was left behind, but we are both used to pretty constant releases." I almost breathed a sigh of relief, but kinda still wanted to see how the big cock would feel pushing into my throat.
"Why not just use each other?" I suggested. Erwald looked over to Marv and raised an eyebrow. Marv bounced up from the purple pedestal as it disappeared, dropping my limp cock to hang instead.
"Well, umm, if-- if you'll have me," Marv said, looking embarrassed. I wondered how long they've been together fucking Tique in all the holes she had together, building the sexual tension of knowing how they looked when finishing,seeing eachother hard and naked, without venturing into the realm of getting off together. Tique was the ultimate roadblock for them to get together, but now they were free to-- I recoiled as Erwald stuffed his whole cock to the balls down Marv's throat.
Marv was a champ, not even gagging. Wald's face looked angry at first, then relaxed when Marv's fingers cupped the loose nutsack, tickling the skin with sparsely any pubic hair. I watched Wald pull his cock out a bit, and shove himself inside again. I felt a twitch at the sight, Marv getting speared by that thick monster, but focused on the stuff I needed to do. I got dressed and found them in another position with Marv eating Wald's ass out in preparation for his cock already hard.
I waved, though I was sure they would not see it, so I left a message for them at the door that I went to talk to the archmage council to warn them. I decided to teleport since I had nothing to take with me, and found myself in the place where I lost my dreams, but gained some friends.
The halls had tall ceilings, arched with stone. They had purple flags with gold markings everywhere, enchanted to give a sense of constant magic in the space. Many people used magic there for every little thing, even stirring tea, but I always found that sort of laziness excessive. Magic could make some amazing things happen, but they overstated the importance of it in everyday life, as if everyone could use it.
Given it was a magic school, there were warlocks, priests, and mages training there, which made for a very interesting blend of events. Warlocks would summon some kind of horny demon and their headmaster would get railed by it in public instead of banishing it. She was a warlock of great renown, with an insane set of tits that turned everyone on, even the women. She also wore black exclusively, and never wore any sort of bras or underwear, so her nipples were always poking and her pussy was always dripping.
She was the cause of many warlocks' obsessions, and even sold vials of her pussy juice as a side hustle to all the students that wanted it. The constant sexual tension made the students focus a lot more, summoning demons to fuck her publicly while they showered her in cum at her weakest, only for her to summon imps for ever single student who got off to it. The imps forced their tiny cocks into their mouths and left them with demonic cum that made food have no taste for a week.
That part of the school was always a mess, but warlocks operated in a mess of cum, ejaculate, blood, piss, shit, and sweat. The mages treated them as wild beasts, and designated just one mage as intermediary who was always messed with by the whole of warlock school, even the headmaster. Luckily enough, this one guy also got off on this, and found himself eating Walpurgina's out on occasion, the headmaster of the warlocks.
Much like how mages viewed warlocks as wild animals, the priests saw mages as uncouth magic users. There was a reason for this, as mages being solitary individuals, typically created elementals to have sex with and put on sexual performances that looked beautiful. Warlocks were always bored of the artistic natures of the performances, booing them and requesting more tits and blood. Every mage knew the spell of wind shaping, and many used this with water shaping to make a warm and wet hole that sucked on their genitals to get themselves off. There were significantly less female mages than female warlocks.
The priests considered their magic saintly, and did not use it for sexual stuff... in public. The beauty of the arcane magics was the use of remote viewing. It became a whole voyeur system for mages to watch priests getting down, or masturbating in secret, whipping themselves sometimes, and interacting with warlocks on occasion for some demonic inspiration. Even the archmages subscribed to this voyeur spectating that priests were unaware of, getting lost in the episodic nature of lonely priest girls straddling their pillows while moaning out Walpurgina's name.
The magic school operated in a secret deviance, but on the surface, it was magic of three paths, interacting together in little ways while forming friendships out in the world after they were ready to face adventures. I found warlocks to be indispensable in parties, but the fighter classes absolutely hated them due to the nature of their magic being bodily fluids and sex. The greatest combo I had ever been on was a lesbian couple of priest and warlock who worked so well and put on a show for everybody else in the party while killing monsters.
"Szymon!" I heard behind me, and felt the weight of the person who jumped on my back, a small girl that started school the year that I left it. She was almost ready to graduate now too, and I felt that her body also developed in that time as her boobs squished over my neck. "You never visit me, you meanie!"
"Hey, Izzy," I said, grabbing her by the collar to uncling her from my back. When she clung on harder, I used magic to teleport a few feet away, taking her as my luggage. She fell off me when the magic fucked all her holes, and looked blushed crimson. "That's how it feels to be luggage in a teleport. So remember that if you ever port with someone else at your side."
"It went inside... everywhere," she said, then looked up with her mouth open. I felt my dick twitch a bit, and realized how pretty she had gotten since I left.
"Here," I said, helping her up. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." She looked determined for a second, then grabbed my hand and assured me that I didn't.
"You didn't make me uncomfortable, Szymon!" She said. "I was actually... en-- enjoying it." She looked away with embarrassment, with the cutest blush. I definitely felt a twitch in my cock at the sight of it, but I fought against it getting hard. I was not here for her, though I would love to see if Fau would like to have another mage involved sometime.
