Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, waited patiently in Breanne's tower for the wizard to reappear at the conclusion of her research. After an hour or so, Narlissa strode through the door, placing a brown pouch on the table and grinning at him.
"Did you find anything out?" she said as she sat on the couch next to him.
Sir Jeffrey shook his head. "Not yet. Breanne is upstairs researching and I am still waiting for her to return."
Narlissa glanced up the spiral staircase in the centre of the room. "How long has she been?"
"A while."
"And she might be a bit longer still," the half-elf said, a wicked smirk suddenly growing on her features.
Sir Jeffrey laughed. He knew that look.
"What is it you're suggesting, Narlissa?"
She grinned, stepping towards him. Before he knew it, the redheaded beauty was kissing him passionately. Her hands dropped to his belt buckle, and soon she had pushed him onto the sofa and sunk to her knees.
His magic cock sprang free as she tugged down his pants and Sir Jeffrey groaned as she sucked it into her mouth. He was already hard and her tongue felt amazing as it explored the length of his shaft. Narlissa hungrily licked his member, seeming driven on in her own lust by the taste of him. Her brown eyes glimmered with carnal need.
He reached out and placed a hand on her head, stroking her red hair. She giggled onto his cock, speeding up the bobs of her head. Her left hand had been brought into the blowjob now, pumping on the base of his shaft where her lips could not reach.
Suddenly, Jeffrey heard movement from upstairs. It seemed that Breanne was finished with her research, and he could hear books and scrolls being tidied away.
"Narlissa... I think Breanne is coming," he groaned, thrills shooting through him. He would not have time to fuck the half-elf now, however much both of them wanted it.
She pulled her head from his cock. "Well it would be mean of me to leave you unfinished," she smirked. "So come in my mouth, Sir Knight."
Narlissa sucked him back between her lips then, bobbing her head furiously whilst her hand pumped on his cock. Sir Jeffrey could feel his balls churning and he knew he was close.
"Ah!" he breathed, trying to keep quiet as his jizz exploded into Narlissa's willing mouth. He could hear Breanne's footsteps on the top of the long, winding staircase but at that moment he didn't care as pleasure overtook him.
After a few moments he was spent and Narlissa grinned as she swallowed down his load. He gazed at her in a post-orgasmic daze.
"Tidy up, Sir Knight," Narlissa winked, moving to sit next to him on the sofa.
Sir Jeffrey jolted with shock as he realised Breanne would see him any second, and he had barely stuffed his cock back into his pants and buckled his belt when the beautiful wizard appeared at the bottom of the staircase.
Narlissa quickly leant over to him. "Don't think I'm done with you, Jeffrey. You need to make up for that later by fucking my brains out," she whispered sultrily in his ear. Even having just sprayed its jizz down the lovely half-elf's throat his magic cock still twitched in anticipation at her words.
He realised then that Breanne was watching them with a small smirk. She came over and sat opposite them on a small chair, then leaned forwards. She had put her dress back on but the position allowed Jeffrey a wonderful shot down her magnificent cleavage.
"I think I have your answers," she smiled at Sir Jeffrey and Narlissa.
"Oh?" Narlissa responded, leaning forwards.
"Yes, but I will need one piece of information to confirm my suspicions."
The black-haired mage turned then to Sir Jeffrey. Her blue eyes were creased in intrigue. "Tell me, Sir Jeffrey, have you any relation to sorcery or demons? Was a parent of yours involved with magic?"
Sir Jeffrey nodded. "My mother was a hedge mage, Breanne. Why?"
Breanne grinned, her theory evidently proven by Sir Jeffrey's answer. "Because that is the reason for your magic cock, Sir Jeffrey. I do not wish to speak ill of your mother but I believe she fucked an incubus."
"The gods!" he gasped. Suddenly he felt very insignificant.
"Not the gods, Jeffrey. A demon."
He felt cold. His father was a demon?
Breanne seemed to realise his fear and reached out a hand to place on his knee. "Do not worry," she laughed warmly. "You are not related to a demon. But it will have imbued your mother's... sexual organs with a certain magic after their relations. I suspect that she was immune to it owing to her position as a mage, so finding no home in her it would instead have been amplified and passed down to her child. Your father is still your father but you have a demon's magic inside your cock."
"So it really is magic."
"Indeed it is. Incubi are sex demons, so it is magic that will make itself known through, well, fucking."
"Is it dangerous?" Sir Jeffrey asked. His throat was very dry.
"Not at all, Sir Knight. It is utterly placid. You are not the subject of a curse - loose magic has merely found a home within your wonderful cock."
He relaxed then and noticed Narlissa visibly release a sigh too. It did not surprise him to know that she was as terrified of the news as he was.
"So I have nothing to worry about?" he asked.
"Nothing at all," Breanne replied. "The magic of an incubus caused your cock's special abilities but you are not related to that incubus, nor does it have any hold over you. In fact, I strongly suspect it has no idea who you are at all. Demons do not meddle with the affairs of mortals."
"Then why was one with my mother?"
Breanne grinned. "It would have had to be summoned, Jeffrey. And it could have been with your mother long before she met your father. A young mage, leafing through a book of summoning... those incubus really do look handsome, and if she were alone and frustrated, well, who knows what she might have decided to do..."
Breanne glanced up the staircase then and a longing look seemed to enter her eyes. She shook her head.
Narlissa laughed loudly. "So Sir Jeffrey's mother had sex with a demon and he was born with a harmless yet amazing magic cock?"
"Yes," Breanne replied simply.
"That sounds like a bad plot device in a terrible story," the half-elf responded with a small smile. "But I believe you, Breanne."
"As well you should. There are other cases of this. Not with incubi, of course. I believe you are unique in that fashion, Sir Jeffrey. But violent demons or demons of other emotions have passed exaggerated traits to the offspring of those they interact with. It is rare, but it is known."
Jeffrey looked at her, taking it all in. It sounded plausible even though it also sounded ridiculous. After a moment, he spoke. "So, if all that is true, why did it pass on to Narlissa? And the spell of sterilisation too? That was unrelated - I had that cast on me only a few years ago."
The redheaded thief turned to Breanne then before the wizard answered.
"Because it is a demon's magic, Sir Jeffrey," she responded simply. "It will pass on to others if it is given the chance. And as the sterilisation spell is of a sexual nature I imagine the demon's magic sort of... dragged it along with it."
"Then why have no other women been affected? At least, I have heard of none."
"The magic will not pass on fully each time you are with a partner. Remember, you are not a demon and so its power is very diluted. What will happen is that every time you give a partner an orgasm, a little bit of the magic transfers."
"It affects them a little, then?"
