Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, awoke to find a beautiful woman leisurely sucking his cock. And whilst such moments were not rare in Jeffrey's extremely charmed life, there was still something unique about this particular instance: the gorgeous blonde crouched over his waist was a powerful chronomancer, and he was one hundred years in the past.
"Good morning," she purred.
He groaned, reaching out to stroke a hand through her silky blonde hair. "Good morning, Mylia."
"I thought I should wake you in a manner suitable for a man who saved my life," she giggled. "So just lie there and enjoy it."
Jeffrey was not going to argue with that command so he let the busty mage work on his member whilst he stared into her blue eyes with lust. She was still naked from the night before and he enjoyed the sight of her big tits hanging down as she delivered an expert blowjob. Her hands pumped vigorously on his shaft whilst she alternated between kissing down his sides and taking him into her mouth as far as he would go.
Soon his dick was wet with saliva and Mylia grinned at him as she pulled her head away and sat upright.
"I think it's time for more, don't you?" she grinned, seductively crawling towards him.
Soon she was above him and she leant down to kiss him. Jeffrey kissed her back with a groan, reaching up to grasp her big tits as he did so. The weighty globes felt amazing in his eager palms. At the same time the blonde mage grasped his cock, angling it with her pussy and then sitting down. He groaned again into their kiss as he felt her hot cunt swallow up his cock.
When he was fully nestled inside her Mylia broke the kiss and sat more upright. She swept her blonde hair over one shoulder and started to bounce her hips. Slowly at first but Jeffrey did not mind. She looked so good above him that he didn't care how she let things proceed.
She grabbed his wrists, guiding his hands to her large breasts. He took the wordless invitation and grasped the wonderful globes again, making sure to thoroughly squeeze and knead them. Her hips slowly sped up as he did so and he could see the sparkle of pleasure in her blue eyes swiftly growing.
The hot blonde put her hands on his chest and leant forwards until their faces were only inches apart. She was bouncing her hips quickly now, slamming them back against Jeffrey's. He let go of the mage's big tits to instead loop his arms around her waist and rest them on her lovely ass. He could feel the tension in her tunnel that told him she was close.
"I'm going to come, Jeffrey..." Mylia whispered. "I'm going to come... yes!"
She threw her head back with a rapturous scream and he felt her cunt squeeze hold of his member as her orgasm exploded inside her. The sight of her body twitching and the feel of her glorious snatch pulsating on his cock as she came incredibly hard was enough to push him over the edge too. With a cry of his own he joined her in orgasm, his seed flooding her hot pussy.
When she had finished coming she collapsed on top of him and kissed him deeply. He kissed her back for a short while until at last she pushed herself from him and slipped from the bed.
"Let us eat," she grinned. "I will make us something."
Jeffrey watched as the mage climbed into a robe and then headed downstairs. He dressed and followed her and soon they were eating a delicious breakfast. They ate for a while, chatting and enjoying each other's company, until at last Mylia looked at him sadly.
"I suppose it is time you went home, Jeffrey," she said. "You should get ready. I will meet you downstairs."
He agreed. He returned to the bedroom and clambered into his armour. When he was sure he had everything he headed for her study in the basement. The blonde chronomancer had created some sort of magical circle on the floor and was standing in the middle of it. The ruby was glowing with power next to her.
She smiled at him. "Come stand in the circle with me. This won't take long."
He nodded, stepping into the circle. He was hesitant to walk over the borders and was relieved when nothing unexpected happened as he did.
Mylia smiled when he came to stand next to her. "Are you ready?"
He nodded. "I am."
"Well then I suppose this is goodbye, Jeffrey," she said sadly. "Thank you for everything you have done."
Then she kissed him passionately, before reluctantly breaking away. She stepped back and placed both her hands on the glowing ruby on the pedestal and squeezed shut her eyes.
The magical circle burst into life all around him and then with a flash Jeffrey felt like he was falling. His head spun as he plummeted through nothingness. He did not think he would ever grow used to the unpleasantness of time travel.
Moments later he felt his feet touch solid ground. He stumbled and tried to regain his balance but it was to no avail as he promptly fell over. He groaned into the dirt and rolled over.
He was in some sort of ruins. Tall stone walls surrounded him, stretching all the way up to where a roof used to be. Rubble and tumbled old rock lay around him. It looked like the hollow, worn shell of an ancient tower.
Jeffrey realised with a start that's probably exactly what it was. If Mylia and her tower were safely back in the past then one hundred years later the building would probably be crumbling ruins. He was in the exact same place... just a century later.
He coughed and pushed himself into a sitting position, collecting himself. The time travel left him dizzy. Suddenly a voice cried out above him.
"Jeffrey! You're safe!"
He looked up and a smile broke out on his face. Kelly, the beautiful deputy who had shown him to the tower in the first place, was staring down at him from the remains of the upper floor.
"I am," he said then stood up. He looked around. "How do I get out?"
"This way," Kelly said, then disappeared from view. A few moments later she reappeared, picking her way down a pile of fallen rubble. He let his eyes wander over her for a moment. Her wavy blonde hair was up in its usual ponytail and she was wearing her tight-fitting leather armour that did nothing to conceal the outline of her lovely body and big tits.
When she reached the bottom the gorgeous blonde militiawoman rushed towards him and hugged him.
"Jeffrey, I did not think I would see you again. Where have you been?"
"It's a long story," he said. "Is there somewhere I can sit down?"
"Of course. Follow me."
Kelly helped him up the pile of rubble to the ground floor, then out into the glade. It was empty bar two tents - Kelly's own, and Issara's.
"Where are the treasure hunters?" he asked.
She laughed. "They fled as soon as you disappeared, Jeffrey. The cowards. Except for Issara, of course. She stayed behind with me to try to contain the black fog. She's very impressive."
"But I see no black fog now."
"No, you don't. Yesterday evening there was a great flash of light and the fog just disappeared. At the same time, the tower transformed into the ruins you see now. We don't know why that happened... but I think you do, don't you Jeffrey?"
They reached Issara's tent and he smiled when he saw Swift grazing outside. He was glad to see the mare safe.
Inside the tent Issara was hunched over a desk, poring through tomes. The elven mage looked stressed and Jeffrey could understand why. She had spent days attempting to learn what the black fog was and hold it back with her magic. Now that it had suddenly vanished, the mystery had only deepened.
However she also looked beautiful as always. Her straight red hair was loose to her shoulders, her pointed elven ears sticking up through it, and she wore tight-fitting ornate robes that revealed a good amount of cleavage from her large breasts.
"Hello, Issara," Jeffrey said simply, smiling at the sight of her.
Issara's head shot up at the sound of his voice, and for a moment she sat there stunned into silence, her amber eyes wide.
"You're back, Jeffrey!" she suddenly cried, bolting from the chair to wrap her arms around him. "Where did you go? Was it you who sealed the the temporal anomaly? How?"
"I would like some tea first," he said with a grin, trying to halt her questions. "It has been a long journey."
"Of course," she said, unwrapping herself from him and quickly brewing a pot.
He took the opportunity to change into his comfortable clothes, before collapsing onto the plush sofa in the middle of the tent. Kelly came and sat next to him. Soon Issara had returned with the tea and sat on his other side.
"Now tell us what happened," Kelly said.
