Ythes smiled fondly at the magically animated frescoes on the walls as she trod down the corridor towards the Master Mage's sanctum. Eldoras was randy as a goat to the very core, and the décor of his tower reflected that to no small extent: in the frescoes, mermaids performed animated fellatio on sailors, winged men fornicated in mid-air with human women, and centaurs and satyrs performed obscene acts with human and animal alike.
Likewise, Eldoras seemingly selected his apprentices based on their attractiveness. In the months that Ythes had lived in the mages' tower, the mage himself had never solicited her or any of her fellow apprentices (as far as she knew), but there was a certain air of sexual freedom that led to almost more than one encounter for her amongst the apprentices and servants.
Although more than a little frustrated at her own lack of progress in the field of magic, Ythes was pleasantly satisfied with her current lifestyle in general. It certainly beat the hand-to mouth life of beggar, cut-purse, pick-pocket and thief that she had grown up living on the mean streets of the city. She had graduated to a relatively lucrative career as a highly skilled cat-burglar, but the road she had been on had taken dark turns, and her choices had been grim before the offer came from Eldoras to join him in the tower: become a member of the assassin's guild, or spend her life running from them.
Now, all that was behind her. Her biggest fears now were her lessons, as dictated by Alleghre, the senior apprentice. Ythes had shown a poor innate grasp of the workings of magic. But she had shown remarkable ingenuity in the applications of those cantrips and spells that she had laboriously conquered, and her Master was pleased with that aspect of her training.
Approaching the sanctum itself, she paused at the open door- something she had never encountered before. The room was lit by the variously-colored glows of the magical objects within it: the dim green glow from a tapestry on the far wall, the light blue glow from a set of inter-connected globes on a pedestal on a table, and the bright white light of a revolving sphere set in a half-full bowl of water., among others.
"Master?" She asked tentatively, sticking her head in the room and looking around.
"Ooh, I love it when you call me that!" Said a tinny, high pitched voice.
"Dijet? Where's Eldoras? I had a lesson with him." She asked, watching as the mage's familiar floated from the ceiling to sit on the edge of the desk in a corner of the room. Eldoras had shaped his homunculus familiar in the appearance of an angelic male with gossamer wings. Dijet was one foot tall, beautiful in form except for a comically large nose, and-as usual- naked.
Dijet giggled. "I'm not telling. You can't make me tell. Well, you could, but you'd have to do something for me first."
Ythes sighed, rolling her eyes. The homunculus was notoriously horny, a caricature of his master. "And what would that be, Dijet?" She asked huskily, swaying towards the edge of the table. "What is it that I could do for you?" She leaned forward, her face looming close to him, providing him a view of her cleavage down the neck of her silk apprentices' robe.
"Blow me, bitch!" Dijet trumpeted, and his miniature prick popped forth as if by magic.
Ythes was startled. Dijet always flirted outrageously, always made suggestions and demands, but had never actually seemed to expect a real response. Now he stood at the edge of the desk, hands on his hips, waving his little cock in the air in front of him, clearly waiting for her to service him.
She glanced around the room. Was this some sort of test? "So if I give you head, you'll tell me where the Master is?"
"If you swallow it all, I'll tell you anything you want to hear." The homunculus said, leering.
She shrugged, pushing back an errant lock of ash-blonde hair. As if that would bother her! Leaning forward, she observed the familiars' equipment. Relative to the little bastard's 12 inch height, the cock was massive- easily the length of his arm from elbow to fingertip. That translated to well short of 2 inches total, though. It was also utterly featureless- like an egg-smooth cylinder that came to a blunt tip. His nuts were simply a pair tiny, perfectly round balls, and he was utterly hairless.
She reached out with the tip of her tongue and let it rasp along the length of his tiny tool. He shuddered, and she smiled. This might be fun: she loved giving blow jobs at any time, and this would certainly be different, if nothing else.
She had full, sensuous lips, and she pursed them around Dijet's member. Only the very tip penetrated beyond, and she whirled her tongue around it fiercely.
"Ooh, yeah, baby. Take it! Take it all!" Dijet reached forward and reached for her ears, but the distance was too far, so he settled for the lock of hair that had again fallen forward, tugging on it like a rope.
There wasn't a whole lot of technique she could apply on the little man: she was afraid of applying a whole lot of suction or any more vigorous tactic, so she simply kept up the lip and tongue action. She reached her hand around and picked him up, his ass cupped in the palm of her hand, and stood up, holding him to her face. He was virtually weightless.
"Yeah, yeah!" Dijet was ecstatic. "Walk us over by the mirror. Yeah. That's it, baby. Look at that- that's me filling your throat, bitch. Hold still now- I'm almost there! Don't let me choke you!"
His little wings were fluttering furiously, and she let her hand drop. He hovered at her mouth, and his little ass began flexing impressively as he began pistoning in and out with frantic speed. She watched in the mirror as his mid-section became a blur with the inhuman speed of his pumping. Damn, too bad he couldn't be a little bigger, and do that in her cunt, she thought. Maybe an enlargement spell on the little bastard? Or she could shrink herself down to his size? IF she could perform either of those spells, dammit!
Dijet threw his head back in ecstasy. "Here it comes, bitch! Swallow it all!"
Where it came from she couldn't tell; his prick didn't even have a slit. But her mouth was suddenly filled with his cum; a foamy, warm substance with a texture somewhere between pudding and liquid.
She swallowed and swallowed, and still he kept pumping. About the 5th load, she finally recognized the taste. Buttermilk? He came and came and came, and a lesser fellatrix would have lost the battle to swallow the entire load.
Finally he stopped, only his wings fluttering as he remained poised at her lips. She swallowed the last of the load and kept working his member.
His baton stayed as hard as a cylinder of ivory, but finally he pushed away, to hover a few feet away. He peered deeply into her eyes with a look that held mingled curiosity and respect.
"Maybe the Master was right about you, after all." He said, almost to himself, his tinny voice somehow coming across as thoughtful.
She smiled. "I don't know- he never asked me to do that for him. Now, you were going to tell me where he is?"
