Garth sighed in ecstasy as Katryn's hot mouth swallowed his cock. After some initial playful nibbling and licking, she moved to a steady assured rhythm, slowly sliding her tight lips up and down his shaft. He looked up catching the taciturn Levan's eye who was also getting his evening blowjob from Lena.
Lena was a Craftswoman, a sorceress as beautiful as those of legend - blonde, curvaceous with sparkling green eyes and a wicked smile. Levan was her Custodian, a huge dark muscled swordsman, scarred and gnarled. She enthusiastically swallowed Levan's enormous ugly penis with practised ease bringing him closer to the shared satisfaction of his orgasm.
Garth had been on the road with three companions now for over three months as they made there way towards their destination, the citadel of Fanu Bataru. He had seen cities and places of which he had never heard. He had been learning the use of the sword with Levan. And he had found all about the Craft, the fabled magic only accessible to women.
He now understood that Craftswomen needed to swallow a certain amount and quality of semen to maintain their powers; hence the three blowjobs that he and Levan received each day. And that when a Craftswoman consumed a mouthful of spunk, she had a type of magical orgasm; which was one of the reasons why Katryn had taken so enthusiastically to her knees in front of him despite her noble-born status and his lack of it.
He also now knew that every time a Craftswoman gave him head, his sperm became stronger, at least as far as its impact on her went. And that inexperienced Craftswomen had to be careful not to taste spunk that was too strong - Lena didn't let Katryn anywhere near the veteran Levan's cum for fear of what it would do to her.
He, however, was lucky enough to finish off in Lena's mouth every few days as she gauged how his jism was maturing, despite some resultant jealous sulking from Katryn.
Garth had never been so happy. Katryn, the girl who he had loved from afar, actually wanted to spend time with him. He was getting fitter every day of their journey, losing weight until, although still somewhat crooked of face, he was not quite as fat and ugly as he had been. And every day, he woke to the soft warmth of Katryn's mouth engulfing his penis as she hungrily gobbled him, desperate for his spunk.
His favourite times had been the evenings when Lena decided that she'd like to show Katryn some more oral techniques. The moment that he had orgasmed deep in Katryn's throat with Lena's nimble tongue agilely wiggling in his arsehole possibly rated as the best instant of his entire existence.
Katryn herself was an enthusiastic learner; she could now take his entire penis down her throat and there was now very little to call between her blowjob technique and that of the experienced Lena.
In short, Garth was having the time of his life. Katryn was absolutely stunning; she was tall with long legs and a perfect bottom. Her breasts looked enormous on her slender frame and her long burgundy hair framed an elfin face with vivid blue eyes, as clear as the morning sky.
He groaned a warning to Katryn who immediately squeezed his balls as he flooded her eager mouth with his seed. Katryn swallowed it excitedly, convulsing in pleasure with her mouth still firmly clamped to his cock.
"Hmmm! Thanks, Garth. That was delicious," she said.
"I'll never tire of this, Katryn. You're so gorgeous," he replied.
"Oh, Garth." Katryn cuddled up to him as they sat back to watch Levan forcefully fucking Lena's mouth, holding her by the hair, his balls slapping hard against her chin until he grunted and spurted down her throat.
Later that evening, Lena addressed the group. "We are now entering a more populous area of the land and from now onwards we will be travelling by daylight. Tomorrow we arrive at the town of Breed's Crossing, which marks the only bridge across the River Fanu for over a hundred leagues in either direction. Once we cross, we'll be on the home leg of our journey."
Garth looked across at Katryn to see her eyes shining in excitement at the prospect of finally arriving at their goal. He smiled back at her reassuringly but inside felt a current of disquiet. Once they arrived at the citadel, he knew that both he and Katryn would continue with their training, she to become a powerful sorceress and he to become a provider of power to Craftswomen. But he also knew that it was unlikely that she would then exclusively use him for sustenance and the thought of Katryn kneeling in front of another man with his cock in her mouth made him sick with envy. He realised that this was hypocritical - he had been luck enough to enjoy the beautiful Lena's mouth on several occasions - but couldn't help his jealousy.
They arrived the next evening at Breed's Crossing and made their way to an inn near the magnificent bridge, taking two rooms - one for the women and one for the men. After an enjoyable night in the common room, the four travellers went up to their rooms.
After a few minutes, Katryn, who had drunk a little too much ale, came to the men's room. "Levan, Lena wants you for her mouthful. I'm to take mine from Garth." Levan left and within minutes Garth once again found himself with her pretty mouth bobbing up and down his rigid shaft.
"Garth?" she asked as she paused her sucking.
"Yes, my darling," he replied, lying back contentedly on his bed.
"I'm feeling really horny. Would you like to fuck me a little bit?"
"Katryn! You know we can't!" he replied.
"Oh but I really want to feel your cock inside me, sweetheart. Please," she begged him as she opened her blouse to release her generous breasts.
Garth's hands sprang to fondle and squeeze her tits. "But Katryn, but you know you can't have an orgasm without losing control of your power or screaming like a banshee," he protested half-heartedly.
"It's all right. Lena has taught me how to keep control and be a lot quieter. I just want to test out what I've learnt and you can still pull out and come in my mouth. Come on Garth, we'll have to be quick before Levan comes back. Don't you want to stick your cock into this?" Katryn was now naked with one hand spreading her pink pussy lips in a lewd and inviting gesture.
"Oh, fuck, yes." All thought of any self-discipline left Garth as he pushed the laughing Katryn back onto the bed and, after two fumbling, attempts finally rammed himself into her. A little clumsily at first and then with some more confidence they fell into a rapid rhythm with Garth banging himself into Katryn as hard as he could.
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted with each powerful thrust, her cries getting louder and shriller as Garth brought her closer to orgasm. Alarmed, Garth put one hand over mouth in an attempt to make her quieter but didn't slow down his urgent tempo.
"Oh yes!" Katryn screamed through his fingers as she came. Her shriek wasn't anywhere as loud as the last time she'd come but it was still magically enhanced and reverberated powerfully through the inn. The music downstairs from the common room went quiet.
"Oh shit," Garth pulled out of the almost comatose Katryn just as the door to the room slammed open and a furious and topless Lena came storming in.
"What the fuck are you doing, you stupid slut?" she hissed at Katryn.
"I'm sorry..."
"You're sorry? Have you any idea how loud that was both acoustically and magically? There might very well be Mannish Reapers in this town. If there are, they'll be on there way here right now." Garth knew that Lena was referring to a cult of mighty sorcerers who were the Craft's foes. "Levan, get her dressed and ready to leave."
