Blue Magic

Blue Magic

"I've begun a study of the Blue Arts," Rhyman confided to his friend and fellow sorcerer, Garfon, over a goblet of wine.

"Ayee!" the latter expostulated in shock, almost spilling his drink. "You have always been a bit overly involved with sex, but to actually practice sex magic... You're crazy! It's too dangerous!"

The former laughed into his wine-cup. "Maybe for ordinary magicians, but I've figured out the basic spells and rituals. They actually don't seem any more dangerous than the gray magic we have been working at all these years."

"Hah! That's what Fafred said before he turned his dick into a shrub! With leaves, yet!"

"Agh, Fafred is a bumbling idiot. How did he do that, anyway?"

"I don't know. Something about wanting it to be hard like wood, and saying the spell wrong."

"Hum. Leave it to Fafred, the pinhead, to do something like that! But I speak The Old Tongue flawlessly, as you know. I won't make such a dumb mistake!" Rhyman pronounced, taking another gulp of wine.

"So, what are going to try?" Garfon asked. "Going to charm some chick into giving you a blow job or something?"

Rhyman laughed. "I don't need sex magic for that! A few coins down in town will get me that! I have bigger things in mind, don't you know?"

"Oh, is that so?" his friend said, a smile on his face. "What kind of 'bigger things'?"

"Hah! I thought you'd never ask!" he slurped some more wine. "You've heard of a succubus?"

"Oh, sure. It's a female demon or some such thing. Seduces a man and takes his life-force."

"Not a demon, exactly. A being from another plane. But think, how good would sex be with one? Suppose a sorcerer - me - could control a succubus' powers so that he won't lose his life-force."

"And if you screw up?" Garfon warned.

"Nah!"

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Later that evening, long after Garfon had left, a somewhat tipsy Rhyman was smoking his pipe and avidly studying an old volume of esoteric lore. Its leather binding was flaking and the pages were browned and very delicate. Rhyman turned the crumbly sheets carefully, his level of excitement evidenced by the thick clouds of blue smoke that puffed from his lips as he mumbled the words he read.

Here and there as he pored over the pages, he cried out, "Aha!" or "Humph!" and "So that's how it's done!" followed by vigorous puffing at his tobacco pipe.

"Oh, this is too good!" he cried out at last. "It's all here! Everything I was searching for!"

He got off the stool and danced around the table, crooning, "Lilith herself! First of the succubi!"

The pipe's contents burned out, and after puffing nothing but air, he put it away. He sat down once more and read the pages again.

"Oh, tomorrow! Oho, oho! I'll summon Lilith tomorrow!" he crooned. Then with a sound of resolve in his voice, he shouted, "But why wait? I have everything I need!"

He strode to his shelves of herbs and potions. He selected the components carefully, choosing only the freshest and most potent ones, frequently checking with the list in the book. At last, all the ingredients were assembled on his work table. Chuckling gleefully, he set about securing wards around the room.

"No sense taking a chance of letting her loose in the world," he muttered. "I wanna keep her here, anyway. Hee, hee!"

When all was prepared, he sat down and studied the spell-book once more, just be sure he had it right, then carefully closed the book and put it away in a cabinet, so it would not get damaged. Then he proceeded to divest himself of every ring and jewel, every bit of clothing, for one cannot perform this sex-magic spell unless completely nude. His excitement was evident, for, although not a tree with leaves, his "woodie" was standing tall and throbbing with anticipation.

"Oh, wait!" he noted to himself. "I should make the most of this."

He went back to his cabinet, the one where he stored mixed potions. He selected the Potion of Lasting that he had prepared a few days ago. One might think that such a potion would desensitize him, but quite the opposite was true. He had tried it out with one of the girls in town the day he had found the recipe. The poor wench had spent a whole hour licking and sucking, the mage groaning and twitching in ecstasy. Eventually, her mouth sore and tired, she had finished him off with her hands, his copious production spattering her face and hair. He had paid her twice her usual fare in sated gratitude.

He drank the potion down. He shuddered as its effect struck him. His face and shoulders flushed, his hardon turned purple, and for a few seconds he trembled. Then, as his appearance returned to normal, he sighed and put the empty earthenware jar away.

He combined the material for the spell meticulously, paying close attention to the amount and the order in which he added them. When the powder was complete, he poured it onto the floor in a complex pattern, forming a mystical diagram. He stood back from his work and inspected it. It looked perfect.

He began to chant. Words in The Old Tongue rolled from him like the rolling of thunder from storm clouds. It was a long chant, accompanied by lewd gestures. His performance ended, and for a moment he thought it had not worked, for nothing happened. But then there was a flash of green light and a loud report. The powder he had so carefully placed on the floor disappeared, and in its place stood an olive-skinned, beautiful, dark-haired woman, as naked as he.

"Wow," was all that the stunned Rhyman was able to articulate.

She looked him up and down. Mostly down, for his member, having drooped a bit during the ritual, now was back to full erection.

"Well, well," she breathed. "So you're the one that summoned me. Protected yourself, too. And it looks like you're ready for me, as well." That last as she pointed at his stiffy.

"Well, I..."

But before he could complete his statement, she stepped forward and mashed her full lips against his, holding his head in her long hands. Her body was pressed against his, trapping his throbbing tool between them. She lingered in the kiss, bringing her tongue into play, exploring the interior of his mouth. He thought she tasted a bit like cinnamon.

When she broke off the kiss, he saw that she had radically altered her appearance. Her hair was now a dark blonde where it had been black, her skin was milky instead of olive. The eyes that gazed adoringly into his were blue, not brown. She now resembled his teen-age girlfriend, with whom he had a long, steamy and intense, though unconsummated and frustrating affair. Her breasts however, pressed against his chest, were larger that he remembered, though he did not object to that slight inaccuracy.

"I thought you would like me this way," she murmured, "and I can feel that you do."

"Syrina," he breathed, remembering and stepping back to look at her.

She turned a slow pirouette, allowing him to take in the wondrous curve of her back, the twin dimples that adorned her narrow waist just above the protrusive globes of her gorgeous glutes. Oh, God, what an ass! Rhyman tried to remember if Syrina had actually had such a bewitching behind, but then decided that it didn't matter. The enthralling creature completed turning.

"You always wanted to fuck me," she said, getting into her assumed role of his girl-friend reincarnated, "and now is your chance."

He gurgled, his hands massaging her tits while she manipulated his balls.

Remembering who she really was, he said, "I have a few questions. Can you really change sexes and become an incubus as well?"

"Oh, no," she replied. "I can change my appearance, but not that. Incubi are separate creatures."

Cupping the cheeks of her magnificent ass in his hands while drawing her against himself, he murmured, "Do you guys do each other? On that plane of sex you live in?"

"Oh, I love how your dick sneaks under my pussy when you do that! No, we aren't allowed to fuck each other; we are only allowed to fuck humans. So fuck me, fuck me with that big dick of yours! Through me you can fuck Syrina like you always wanted to!"

"Heh, heh," he chuckled as he rubbed his body against hers, "Yeah, I wanted to fuck her little brains out! And I'm going to fuck your brains out now, you bet!"

"Oooo, yeah! C'mon, big guy!" She crooned as she rubbed her dripping pussy on his cock.

"Syrina... I mean Lilith, why don't you suck my dick for a while first?"

"Oh, OK, gimme!"

She pushed him back until his ass was up against the table and slid down onto her knees. "Mmm, I like that!"

Without waiting for a response, she went right to work. She laved the wizard's "wand", working from root to tip, then back again. She sloppily kissed the head, holding it with her pursed lips, exploring the space under the foreskin with her pointed tongue. She slowly sucked the shaft into her mouth. With her cheeks sucked in against the sides of the shaft, she swirled her tongue against the underside. She drew the foreskin back with her lips, teasing the end of the corona. Then gently gnawed the crown with her teeth.

For several minutes the magician's workshop was filled with his groans of ecstasy, and soft, slurping noises mingled with a low purring of her pleasure.

"Yummy!" she exclaimed, lifting her head for a moment.

"Ohh, don't stop. By the way, can you take it all?"

"Consider what I am!" she grinned, and slowly impaled her mouth on the half-cubit of meat he presented until her nose was pressed against his groin, his balls resting on her chin. She swallowed, gulping, swallowed again, her throat massaging him, and he moaned.

In spite of the Potion of Lasting he had taken, the sight of his member disappearing into her face, the face of his teen crush, and the sensations of her throat constricting on it were almost too much to bear without coming. Not to mention her luscious body kneeling at his feet, her magnificent tits swaying and her delightful butt trembling as she worked his shaft in and out of the cavern of her warm, wet mouth.

"Aarrgh!' he moaned, his knees trembling. He was glad of the worktable holding his butt for he was certain he would have collapsed to the floor without it.

Just when he thought she could not make the sensations any more wonderful, she cupped his balls in her hands. Lilith kneaded them, pulled on them; all very gently, of course, so that it stimulated without hurting. All the while she made his dick her lollypop, sucking, licking, swirling the head with her soft lips and wet tongue.

After ten ecstatic minutes, she lifted her head again. Artfully aiming his spear at her face, she removed one hand from his balls to slowly jack on his member.

"I can't believe you aren't coming yet," she said.

"I'm saving it for your pussy," he breathed, straining to keep his voice even.

"Hah! That's good! I need an injection!" she laughed. "But first, you have to return the favor. You always wanted to eat Syrina's pussy, right?"

He started to answer, but she stood and pushed him back onto the table. Empty containers for the spell's components flew in every direction. The grinning skull that always sat by his work went rolling to the floor. Fleetingly, he thought that it was good that he had put the book away in a cabinet, or it would have been hopelessly ruined. But then all thought of anything else was gone as she mounted the table over him, and put her gaping, wet pussy right over his face. The heady aroma of her sex filled his nostrils, the folds of her sex filled his eyes. She leaned over him and resumed manipulating his cock as she lowered herself.

His tongue leaped out of his mouth as if of itself, leaped out to lick at her velvety vulva vestibule. He pursed his lips and sucked at her prominent clit. It became Lilith's turn to moan. He ran his tongue up and down along her inner lips. His hands came up around her thighs to clutch and spread her buttocks, and he found his nose was right up close to her crinkled asshole.

Perhaps she had gleaned his preference from his mind, or perhaps it was her nature, but Lilith was not a screamer. Her orgasm was nonetheless evident, for her whole body shook, her legs trembled and her stomach muscles heaved. Little mewing sounds and grunts escaped her in time with her contractions as he worked her swampy folds with his lips and tongue.

When her spasms eased, so did he, thinking to go on to the next phase. "Don't stop!" she commanded, crushing her massive tits into his waist. He didn't.

Syrina had been a tall girl, as tall as Rhyman, and Lilith had morphed herself into her shape, so while the magician's face was buried in her crotch, hers was in his as well. She sucked one of his balls into her mouth while cuddling his dick against her face. She rolled it around in her mouth, sending chills up his spine. Her hair fell onto his cock, tickling it. Beside himself with sexual rapture while he licked away, Rhyman was pleased at how quickly she began to launch into a second set of orgasmic throes. She spat out his ball and shuddered, squeezing his dick in her hands. Even as she shook in orgasm she mouthed his dick from the side, stressing the power of the Potion of Lasting. He trembled on the brink of shooting his load, but somehow he hung on.

"I want to fuck you now," he said when her shaking stopped.

"Oh, good!" she said, and climbed off him.

He got up off the table, his knees barely able to hold him up. He thought she would lie on her back on the table, but she stood next to it and leaned over it, her legs apart and her rump up. She looked over her shoulder at him expectantly. He needed no such encouragement, however. With a grin of accomplishment and expectation, he aimed his missile at her target, so wonderfully displayed and framed by the globes of her ample ass.

"I'm gonna spear you!" he said.

"Shut up give it to me!" she replied.

Already slippery with her juices and his saliva, her tunnel of love allowed his shaft to enter with almost no resistance. Hot, wet and welcoming, the walls of her sheath enveloped him as he proceeded to undulate, driving his "wand" in and out. Nor was she still, either. She pounded back at him, only slightly out of phase, leading his thrusts with her ample breasts swinging. Both began to grunt and the smacking sound of his hips against her ass cheeks was loud.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck your Syrina! Fuck her like you always wanted! Agh!"

Rhyman pounded into her, his own excitement approaching, but not quite reaching orgasm, thanks to the potion. She tumbled over the brink into another orgasm. The walls of her cavern closed in on him, trembling and clutching at his dick. His member, deeply ensconced in woman-flesh, felt as though it was clamped in a vise, and he felt a trickle of juice on his balls. Her legs moved together between his. His hands wrapped around her as he leaned over her back to clutch and maul her tits. He savored the feeling of her vagina milking at his cock, as he remained still and unmoving, deeply buried in her. It made his pole, not small to begin with, feel as big as a fence post; surely it was going up into her stomach, he thought.

{Oh, Lords of Creation,} he thought, {she is tight.}

He attempted to move in her, but found his dick was trapped. It seemed like her snatch had snatched his cock; a tight ring seemed to be constricting him at the base of his dick! He couldn't move out of her, even if he wanted to, which he really didn't. But he did want to resume his fucking motions.

"Hey," he said, "Let go, willya? I wanna fuck you some more!"

Lilith chuckled. At that moment he heard, or perhaps sensed, a presence in the workroom with them.

"Who's there?" he called out in alarm. The tight ring of her pussy kept him trapped in her and hard.

She answered, "Oh, that's Lilu, my counterpart."

"I didn't summon anyone but you. What do you mean, 'counterpart?' What is he doing here?"

"But you left the portal to the Plane of Sex open, my dear Rhyman. He is an incubus, and he has come to fuck, just like I did."

Rhyman turned his head to look behind him. There stood a man-like figure, well muscled and bronzed, smiling, with a row of perfect teeth in his very handsome face. He was just as nude as Rhyman and Lilith, a huge pair of balls dangled between his legs and he sported a huge erection, already dripping pre-cum.

"But... but who can he fuck? You said you can't do it with each other and the room is warded against anyone leaving or entering!"

Lilith only laughed. It seemed to Rhyman that his dick was clamped even harder in her as Lilu advanced on him. He tried to extricate himself, but he was securely ensconced; the only way he could move would be to tear his dick off his body!

"Oh, no!" he yelled. "Oh, shit!"

Lilu spat on his own very large dick. He laughed, a low, evil-sounding grumble of a laugh. He placed his hands on Rhyman's ass cheeks and spread them. And as the magician squirmed and struggled, he pressed the knob-like head against the asshole between them.

"Agh! No! Oh, shit, not that!"

"Relax," Lilith said. "If you don't relax, it will hurt. I know."

Lilu spat again, and prodded harder. In spite of himself, Rhyman began to relax, for he was completely unsuccessful at trying get away and the big incubus was weaving a spell of his own. The incubus' hands held the magician's hips in a vise-like grip and Lilith's box had his cock firmly trapped. In spite of his complaints and struggles, Lilu's cock-head penetrated. Lilu grunted his pleasure.

"Ow! Shit!" the magician cried.

"Relax and let it happen," Lilith advised. "You might enjoy it if you do."

Lilu's massive pole advanced in its inevitable journey into Rhyman's bowels until the magician felt the bronzed belly against his butt. He felt completely filled up and stretched, and at the same time Lilith's pussy began an internal dance on his own dick, still holding him tightly by the root. Gradually, as his sphincters relaxed and became accustomed to the intrusion, he felt less and less pain. In fact, the pressure on his prostate began to feel good; it seemed to complement the attentions Lilith's love tunnel was lavishing on his own trapped member.

"I move now," Lilu said with a strange accent.

The sensation was unfamiliar to Rhyman, but despite his shame at getting fucked in his ass, he found it exciting. The incubus' dick sliding over his prostate, the stretched and filled feeling, the rhythmic massage of his asshole - all contrived, along with Lilith's work, to excite him to new heights. Even though the Potion of Lasting had already allowed him to ride the edge for so long, he knew he would soon explode. Lightning bolts of sensation coursed up his spine and there was a pounding in his head. He began to moan, not in pain or displeasure, but with the rapture of impending orgasm. Long moments he trembled on the brink, Lilith's hot, wet vaginal walls working his dick and Lilu's big member assaulting his rectum, massaging his prostate, bringing new and unfamiliar sensations to bear.

Rhyman cried out unintelligible syllables. His whole body shook. His knees buckled but Lilu supported him. Lilith reached back and fondled his balls. He felt like a steel rod was up his butt. Explosively, massively, he came. It was the orgasm of his long life, the orgasm to end all things. He emptied his seed deep in Lilith, shot after hot spurt. He felt every drop as it careened through his dick, and with every spurt his body jerked. And then Lilu came, deep in Rhyman's bowels, came like a faucet and Rhyman's orgasm was extended. Though the magician was sure there was no more left in him, his balls emptied again.

Minutes later, an exhausted magician lay on the work table. The two sated creatures from another plane spoke briefly before they faded into nothingness. With the last of his energy, Rhyman sealed the portal behind them, then he slept a long, long time.

The End

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