The Tree of Love

The

Tree of Love

by Pan

Chapter 4:

As her tongue snaked its way into her burly student's mouth, Tegarus face a struggle inside her own mind. An onslaught of thoughts hit her all at once...this wasn't right, she knew it, but there was too much going on in her brain to work out exactly why, or exactly what was wrong.

She was sure that feeling her student's stiffness against her leg wasn't right, but she couldn't quite work out why. The flowers that she'd brushed against as she entered the shield had left her skin tingling all over, and the tingling feeling had started to work its way inside her head, clouding her thoughts...and it was quickly spreading to her privates, amplifying the sensations that Samael's tongue was causing in her mouth.

No, he shouldn't be hard, she knew that. At least, she shouldn't feel his hardness...against her leg. Yes, that was it. Hardness should be embraced with the hand, not left dangling uselessly, pining for a warm embrace.

As she reached down and expertly manipulated Samael's erection, her brain moved onto solving the next problem. Her student...shouldn't be naked. Surely that was wrong. But why? She quickly realized the issue: she was fully clothed and he was not.

An easy problem to solve.

Samael moaned in frustration as she removed her hand from his member, but when that same hand set to taking off her armor and the clothing underneath, his moan went from disgruntled to anticipatory.

The only other problem that Tegarus's addled brain could focus on was the overwhelming feeling of lust she was experiencing. She knew that there was something wrong with lusting after her student like this, but exactly what that was seemed to be escaping her for the moment, and so she let her mind rest, turning it off and sinking into the moment.

"Flawless," Samael murmured into Tegarus's mouth. Hers was the second naked form he'd ever seen, but already he was developing a taste for the nude form, and learning what qualities in a woman's body turned him on.

Tegarus had almost all of them. It was unbelievable that she was thousands of years old - her figure rivaled Cherry's, still a teenager. Where Cherry had small breasts, tipped off by little pink nipples, Tegarus's bosom was large, and her nipples were equally enormous. Samael had never heard the word "areola", and so couldn't know that it described what he was admiring - the brown discoloration around the sorceress's large, thick nipples.

They seemed to defy both age and gravity; without even a hint of sag, they sat proudly and firmly on her chest, inviting...nay, begging him to touch them. Samael pulled back from the kiss, and his eyes lingered on the older woman's breasts for a long while, before she was overcome with passion once more, and pulled him back into an lip-locking embrace.

His strong muscled and hairy chest were fueling her lust. As one hand ran up and down his chest, the other reached behind and grasped his behind. Suddenly she realized what the problem was: she shouldn't be feeling lust like this without doing anything about it. She was a woman of action, not one to stand around and let her emotions get the better of her.

It was another seemingly insurmountable problem with a simple solution.

Her student's large erection was poking against her stomach - it was no effort at all to stand on her toes and redirect it. For the second time in an hour, Samael felt himself sinking into a female's wetness; his sensitive head sending jolts of excitement throughout his entire body, his shaft slowly being absorbed by the older woman's folds, until their pubic hair mingled.

She was less tight than Cherry had been, but somehow much hotter, and a great feeling of warmth filled and surrounded him. He twirled her around and threw her against the shield that his mind continued to create. He was going to make fast, passionate love to the sorceress...and he was going to do it standing up.

With every thrust, Tegarus let out a deep cry of pleasure. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt a man's touch, a man deep inside her. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been treated this roughly during sex...and she definitely couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this good. Her orgasm built slowly, as Samael continued to pound deeply inside her.

It was different than it had been with the princess, Samael realized. She was so much more experienced, seemed to know more instantly what she wanted. She was a larger woman, too, and he was surprised by how much of a difference that was making - he didn't feel like he was going to break Tegarus, and indeed the rougher he was, the more she seemed to enjoy it. It wasn't better or worse, he eventually realized...it was just different.

He glanced over at his princess - she was in his thoughts, even as he pounded Tegarus against the wall of his shield. He looked just in time to see his colleagues Paddon and Sessar simultaneously ejaculate onto her face; he grinned at the sight of her wide, broad grin as their salty emissions hit her. She looked back at him for a moment and winked, and even as he turned his attention back to the woman in front of him, he enjoyed their brief connection.

Tegarus's face was contorted in pleasure; all thoughts had exited her mind as she approached a powerful climax - all she could think about was the young, muscled stud who was casually pounding her, roughly intermingling his juices with hers. Her eyes were tightly shut, even as she moaned "Samael" over and over, perverse thoughts filling her head as she yearned for her student to fill her up.

Perhaps it was the comparative looseness of the sorceress's portal, perhaps it was the feeling of complete control it gave him, perhaps it was the fact that he'd already orgasmed just minutes ago, but Samael felt no pressing desire to reach completion at the same time as the woman he was inside. She was anything but quiet about it; her loud climax drew the attention of several animals nearby, as well as their four companions inside the shield, even as they prepared for the triple penetration of the princess.

When her wailing had ceased, and she came down proper from her orgasm, Tegarus sat there quietly for a few seconds, before finally mustering up the strength to speak.

She opened her eyes drowsily, and smiled at her student.

"Behind," she said.

"What's that?" Samael asked.

"Behind," mumbled the sorceress. Her orgasm had not helped clear her mind at all, and she was still in a groggy state, unable to think clearly. "I'll show you how to take me...from behind."

Samael smiled. Tegarus had been teaching him things since they'd met...he was glad that he was going to enter this chapter of his life with her continuing to teach him new and exciting skills - especially since Cherry looked like she already understood the mechanics of this particular activity. He didn't want to appear backwards or unconfident in front of her.

"Excellent." Samael said with a smile. "How do we begin?"

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"Yes..." the sorceress Tegarus moaned, as she felt the tip of her student's manhood split open her rear passage. "Slowly...yes, slowly...oh Gods, Samael, you're fantastic..."

Samael beamed at the sorceress's praise. Since they'd met, he'd been trying to impress her, and finally he felt as though he could be truly proud of himself. By all accounts, he was quite good at this whole "sex" thing - she seemed to not only be impressed by his skill and staying power, but by his girth as well.

Her words of encouragement ringing in his ears, Samael slowly pushed forward. Tegarus was silenced, overcome by the sensation of feeling her rear filled up with the young man's member. She hadn't been taken from behind since...well, since the last time she'd found the lust-causing flowers, but it was everything she remembered it to be, and since that occasion so long ago, she'd spent many a night pleasuring herself, recalling the sensations.

Princess Cherry was feeling a similar sensation, not five yards away, but unlike the elderly sorceress, the young Princess was feeling it for the first time.

"Push, Paddon!" she cried in ecstacy, "push! Slowly, mind you, but do not hesitate! Your princess demands it!"

"But...Princess," the young archer replied anxiously, "I do not wish to hurt you!"

"Believe me," the princess said, the hint of laughter present on her voice even in the highly-charged situation, "I'll be the one hurting you if you don't do as I say!"

The princess was operating on auto-pilot now, using retorts that her mind had stored from years of banter with friends (and particularly from the months of back-and-forth banter she'd recently shared with her true love, Samael) - the majority of her consciousness was not on what was coming out of her mouth, but more on what was about to go into it.

Sessar was standing in front of her, waiting patiently for her to adjust to the men on either side of her, defiling her young body at her express command. Her knight protector, Sir Shane, had been assigned the duty of filling the hole that Samael had left gaping just minutes earlier, and the immediacy with which he had agreed to his task was a testament to his loyalty.

Her sex already well-lubricated, the enormous knight had slipped in easily, and Cherry had spent a few minutes simply appreciating the feeling of his thickness sliding in and out of her. Rather than let herself get distracted from the task at hand, however, she'd instructed the huge man to lie down, so that she could lower herself onto him, and allow young Paddon to penetrate her from behind.

Having never been used in such a manner, not even by her hand or inanimate objects, the princess had expected the task to be a great one. Her relaxed nature, however, combined with the relative slenderness of Paddon's member meant that it was all going much more smoothly than she'd expected, and indeed the most challenging part of the experience was coaxing Paddon to increase his speed.

"Please, Paddon!" she moaned with need, "just do it!"

Finally, Paddon stopped holding back and commenced doing what he'd secretly been wanting to do for many a week now. He pushed forward, and was almost overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations that the young princess's behind caused in him.

Without any awareness of what t'other was doing, Paddon and his close friend Samael both plumbed their partners' depths at the same time, and sat for a few seconds to catch their breath and appreciate the feeling of warmth and tightness.

It was Paddon's first time inside anything other than Princess Cherry's mouth, and he was blown away by the sensation - Samael, by contrast, was very slightly more experienced, having made love now to two different women, but there was something deliciously nasty about intercourse with the older woman's rear, and it didn't take long before he started pumping in and out enthusiastically.

Tegarus was in ecstasy - the virile young man pumping away at her under-appreciated behind was causing sensations untold, which combined with her fingers playing with her womanhood had her on the brink of another orgasm within minutes.

"I love you, Samael!" she cried, as her body pulsed in time with her student's hardness, and her hand dove deeper and deeper into her wetness.

"I love you too!" he replied, and the stimulation caused him to unleash inside the sorceress. The feeling of his seed exploding into her bowels set her off as well, and the pair cried out in simultaneous orgasm.

"Wow," Samael said, pulling out slowly.

"Wow," Tegarus agreed, collapsing onto the ground and leaning against the edge of Samael's shield.

"Wow," they said simultaneously, as they noticed what the Princess Cherry was doing.

She had adjusted to the men pounding each side of her body, and was now fellating Sessar with full enthusiasm. At first Samael was worried for her, but he quickly realized that her body's sporadic spasms weren't from pain, but from sheer pleasure.

The princess was almost overwhelmed; the alternating thrusts of Paddon and Sir Shane, her knight reaching up and rubbing her clit, Paddon reaching around and tweaking her young, erect nipples...if that wasn't enough, Sessar had grown impatient with her distracted attempts at pleasuring him, and was now simply slamming his manhood into her mouth, holding her ears and using her face as nothing but a wet orifice.

She was in heaven.

These were the men that she loved, but she suspected that even if they'd been complete strangers, she still would have been in the throes of pleasure. Being used like this, it was...surprisingly freeing.

Cherry had always been in complete control - as a princess, she got her own way, and if she didn't then she fired people or simply wailed until her orders were being obeyed once more. When her father had promised to marry her off, she'd been unwilling to relinquish control, and run away. The only people in her young life that she'd been unable to order about were the group that she'd unwillingly found herself traveling with, but even they had pretty quickly become tolerable.

Now that she and Samael had pronounced their love for one another, she knew on some level that she'd be able to control him - not as directly and immediately as she'd been able to command her servants, when she was nought but a princess, but she knew that Samael would do as she wanted, when she wanted. It was the way of things.

And so as someone who had always had complete control over every aspect of her life, this feeling, this complete lack of control, being used solely for someone else's pleasure...it was empowering. She had no hand in her own fate, she was no longer at the wheel of her own destiny.

And she loved it.

Barely able to think, let alone move, Cherry just tried to match the rhythm of the three men using her body. She tried to ensure that they were getting as much pleasure as they could from her young, sweat-soaked body, but at this point she could have been unconscious and the three men still would have filled her up, pumped their man-seed into her, used her body until they orgasmed, over and over again.

Cherry was almost an incidental afterthought in the orgy, and she couldn't believe how much that fact turned her on.

She thought about being used night in, night out, just being used for her body, lying there limp and being filled up by countless men, strangers, her own pleasure irrelevant. The images flashing through her head quickly caused her to begin tensing up in orgasm - as if a testament to the thought process that had brought her there, the three men showed no signs of noticing her orgasm, no signs of caring. It was so hot that she found herself coming again straight away.

Mere feet away, Tegarus felt the fog start to lift slightly. Two powerful orgasms had released her mind...she still wasn't capable of cohesive, higher-level thinking, but she was able to use her brain at least a little, and she found herself wondering what had brought the princess to allow her body to be violated like that.

She, of course, had made love to Samael because...her brain faltered at that complicated thought, but she was determined to follow the thought pattern through. She took a deep breath, to clear her mind.

She'd made love to Samael, because...as his teacher, it was her job to educate him about such things. Anal sex was, if he was going to be a good husband to Cherry, a necessary skill for him to acquire. So yes, it had made perfect sense for her to allow Samael to use her body like that.

Her orgasm had been an unintended side-effect...but not necessarily an unwelcome one.

Princess Cherry, however, had no such excuse - surely she knew that Tegarus was the obvious choice to educate Samael on all things sexual. So why then had she seemingly lost her senses and started pleasuring the majority of their party?

Tegarus didn't know, but she was determined to find out.

Closing her eyes, she released her consciousness, and sent it towards Princess Cherry.

It was difficult to get in, at first. The three lustful men surrounding her were all concentrating on the young princess's body, particularly whichever orifice they were engaged with. It made it difficult to find Cherry; once or twice Tegarus thought she'd found an entrance to the princess's mind, and lunged forward, only to bounce back off a projection.

Interestingly, even as their physical bodies were interacting with the princess, each of the men had a slightly different vision of the girl they were making love to. To Paddon, the princess was holy and pure - a direct contrast to the female being plugged in all three holes, but his perception of her ignored the mud, the red flush over her entire body. He was making love to the ideal "girl next door", and was somehow able to continue picturing that even as he watched her engage in intercourse with three men simultaneously.

To Sir Shane, the Princess represented innocence as well, but a more authoritative version - he was focussed on the "royal" part of the royal beauty as he felt her slide up and down his member. The classic "princess trapped in a tower, rewarding her rescuer" was what he saw - the mud was still there, as well as the two other men, but to the big knight's mind, Cherry was the epitome of regal beauty, complete with crown and robe.

And Sessar, in contrast to the other two, didn't see Princess Cherry as an innocent beauty - in fact, he barely even saw her as a princess. The true appeal of the young lady didn't lie in her royal trappings or innocent smile, but in her eagerness, her enthusiasm. To his mind, he was being sucked by a rough, rosy-cheeked girl - he saw her skill with horses, her willingness to jump into battle. The rest of her trappings fell away in his vision of the young lady.

Sessar's vision was accurate, though whether it was more accurate than the other two was hard to say. Cherry was an innocent, enthusiastic princess, though as she lay there, barely moving as the three men rutted away at her body, none of those traits were at the fore. Tegarus didn't spend too much time contemplating this, and eventually saw the real princess underneath, and dove in forcefully.

As a fact-finding mission, it was unsuccessful - since her first two had come upon her, Cherry had been experiencing a non-stop chain of orgasms. Her brain was mush, and what little consciousness was still functioning was visualising herself, a projection different to all three men's - she just saw herself as a body, nothing but bosom and butt and flower of womanhood. She saw her sweat only as lubricant, her tongue only as a tool for men's pleasure, and her royal status was only relevant if it somehow played into a man's fantasy.

Unfortunately, due to the force with which Tegarus had accessed the princess's mind, she was unable to easily detach. She'd broken through with such vigor that it was impossible to just turn around and go back, and while she attempted to find a way out, the sorceress saw what Cherry saw...and felt what Cherry felt.

Orgasm after orgasm, pusling through the young girl's body. The feeling of rough hands all over her young body - her nipples, standing to attention, beacons of pleasure. Paddon's meat, pounding deeply into her bowels...Sessar, hitting the back of her throat...and Sir Shane, his thickness deserving of being envied all over the land.

On some level, somehow, the young princess was aware of her love watching her, and that only served to add to her pleasure, knowing that even without feeling his touch (or him feeling hers), she was able to serve her love, able to arouse him and bring him off.

It was no more than a minute before she managed to find an escape from the princess's brain, but even a brief stay in that prison of pleasure was enough to powerfully effect Tegarus, and when her mind returned to her own body, she knew that she had to do something. She knew that somehow, for her own sake if not everyone else's, she had to do one thing.