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It wasn't often that Martin was able to sneak a girl into his room at night. In fact, it wasn't often that any girl would TALK to him, let alone WANT to sneak into his room at night. But against all odds, that is what had happened. Usually commoners were too frightened to talk to a mage, even a mage-in-training, and his fellow witch peers simply laughed at him more often than not. Maryanna (or Mary as she prefered to be called) however, had seemed completely enthralled with him. Martin had welcomed her attention gladly, and when he had finally gathered up enough courage to invite her to come back with him, she had said yes.

Sneaking Mary across the campus of the Wizarding school where he lived was no small feat. Martin's heart was in his throat the entire time; had any of the headmasters caught him out after curfew, it would not have resulted a favorable mark on his permanent record. Still, the young mage was crafty at hiding his presence, and he more than enough motivation to take the risk. Mary was a commoner who worked on one of the local farms, but she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever laid eyes on. Her smooth tanned skin spoke of the time she spent working in the sun, and yet she bore none of the blemishes that a life of hard labour usually left on those of her type. As he led her by the hand through the school gardens and towards his room, his mind raced at the possibility of discovering what further beauty lay hidden underneath the girl's plain brown dress...

When they reached their destination, Martin turned to look at Mary. Her face looked flushed and she wore a wide smile; it was clear that she was enjoying their little adventure. The young mage raised a finger to his lips to signal that she should remain silent. Then he turned and slowly eased the wooden door to his room open, careful not to overwork the squeaky hinges. When it was open just enough, he guided Mary through before following her and closing it just as slowly. It was only when the door shut with a muffled thump that he breathed a sigh of relief. They had made it.

"So this is what a mage's room looks like!" Mary said in awe as she surveyed his quarters. The room was not large, and was in fact rather modest by Martin's estimations. In one corner was his bed, the thick wool sheets lying unmade on top of a somewhat lumpy mattress. Across from it was a wooden desk that was positively crammed with books and papers, as well as a large candle - Martin had left it burning when he'd gone out earlier, secure in the knowledge that its enchanted flame would not accidentally set fire to the dusty tomes around it. Set into the wall above the desk were a set of shelves, equally filled with all manner of school-related paraphenalia: rows of glass bottles, some empty and some containing liquids of various colors and consistency, more books, hastily-scrawled notes, scrolls and mystical diagrams. Besides that, the room was practically barren. Nevertheless, the mere fact that it was located on a wizarding school campus must have lent it a certain aura of mystery to an outsider like Mary.

Martin cleared his throat nervously. He was beginning to feel almost guilty about taking advantage of his status. "Well, I'm still a student," he said sheepishly. "It's nothing special, really. There are hundreds of students here that are much more talented than me."

But Mary was not deterred. The girl grabbed both of Martin's hands and pulled him closer to her. "Maybe, but none of them have me in their room right now, do they?" she said with a seductive smile.

There was no disagreeing with her there. Regardless of anything else, at the moment Martin felt like the luckiest guy in the whole school. Mary's face was just inches from his now, her full lips and dark eyes framed by her long wavy brown hair. Without warning, Mary went in for a kiss. Fumbling for a moment, Martin attempted to get his bearings as her tongue invaded his mouth. He was intensly aware of her breasts pressing against his chest. When their lips parted, Martin was left breathless.

And then Mary had fallen back onto his bed and had pulled Martin down on top of her. The girl stretched her arms up over her head, giving the young mage full access to her body. "Don't be shy now," she said with a giggle. Summoning all of his courage, Martin went for it. His hands roamed up from her sides and over to her breasts. They felt firm yet supple, and Mary sighed as he kneaded them enthusiastically.

"Mmmm, my handsome mage!" she moaned, and thrust her chest further upwards into his hands.

Unable to contain his excitement now, Martin unlaced the farm girl's bodice with shaky hands. When she was free of it, he pulled down the front of her dress to reveal her bare breasts. For a moment he simply stared at them; light freckles dotted the smooth round globes, and her pink nipples appeared to be hard, either from the cold night air or from arousal. Suddenly Martin felt Mary's hand cupping the back of his head, pushing him down against her bosom. Martin took one of the nipples into his mouth and teased it with his tongue.

And then the girl jumped in surprise as the crumpled heap of wooly bedsheets beside her moved. Likewise startled by Mary's sudden movement, the mage let her nipple slip out of his mouth and looked up to see what was the matter. Moments later, a small furry head popped up from beneath the covers and yawned. It was a ferret.

"Is that...?" Mary whispered.

"My familiar," he answered her.

Most mages found it difficult to be away from their familiars for too long. Nevertheless, Martin had left his behind in the hopes that he would not be recognized for what he really was. It had turned out to be a foolish idea: the young mage's velvety purple robes had instantly set him apart from the rest of the locals. It shamed Martin to think that that, even after arriving back at his room, he had been so focused on the girl that he hadn't even thought to check on her. Untangling himself from his partner, he knelt down in front of the bed and reached out to scratch his ferret familiar behind the ears.

Having overcome her initial shock, Mary didn't bother to cover her bare breasts as she rolled over to face the little creature. "It's so cute!" she cooed, but when she reached out to pet it, the ferret backed away from her.

"It's a she, and her name is Erleena. And familiars... don't really like being touched by other people," Martin explained.

Mary seemed disappointed. "Awww, I just wanted to pet her," she said with a pout. She glanced at Martin expectantly. "So is it true that..." She stopped.

"Is what true?" the mage goaded her.

The girl finally forced it out. "Is it true that mages use their familiars for... for sex?"

Suddenly Martin felt very uncomfortable. Things had been going so well between them. If he told her the truth, how would she react? Thus far she had been intrigued by everything she had seen and heard, but... There were many aspects of being a mage that were misunderstood by the uninitiated, and a mage's relationship with their familiar was foremost among them.

Opting for a cautious response, Martin answered her. "Some mages do, some mages don't," he said evenly.

The farm girl's curiosity did not relent. "I heard that it's very common. Do you?"

There didn't seem to be any way out of this, and Martin didn't particularly want to lie. "Y-yes."

Mary reacted with a look of such utter fascination that it actually caused him to blush. "You and this cute little ferret!" she said, her voice a mixture of amusement and something else... arousal? "I'd love to see that!"

Martin's mind reeled as he tried to take in what she had just said. The intimacy between a mage and his or her familiar was one that was not often shared lightly, and his immediate response was to tell that no. But instead, he hesitated. Mary sat before him in all of her glory; she was the first girl he had actually gotten this far with, and his hormones were telling him that stopping now would be crazy.

He glanced at Erleena, and the ferret looked back at him. Words were unnecessary; Martin could tell she was likewise hesitant, but that she trusted her summoner and would do whatever he wanted. Licking his dry lips, he made his choice.

The mage reached down and ran his hand down from his familiar's head to her long neck and body. She preened at his caress, and proceeded to roll over onto her side. Martin's fingers traced their way along her tummy and towards her hidden sex. Casting a nervous look in Mary's direction, he saw that the farm girl was looking on with rapt attention. Her excitement reinforced his courage somewhat, and he worked a single finger into Erleena's pink slit. The ferret wiggled her body against him.

The size difference between the two became even more apparent when Martin pulled back his robe to reveal his erection. Perching on his knees, he rubbed it against Erleena, leaving a small trail of pre-cum in her fur.

"Are you really going to fit in there?" Mary asked. Despite her skepticism, she had hiked up her dress and had a hand between her legs. She was obviously enjoying this.

"She may look like a normal ferret, but she's a creature of magic. I won't hurt her," Martin told her. He felt a little dizzy; was he really going to do this? Erleena rolled over a bit more until she was on her back. The little familiar spread her hind legs and presented herself to her summoner, and he realized that he was. Carefully, he placed the head of his penis at the entrance to the ferret's fur-covered folds. It would fit - they were made for each other.

The moment he pushed himself into Erleena's warm slit, everything else seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them. They did this often; Erleena was his familiar, she felt like a part of him, and being with her like this felt completely natural. Martin's cock sank into her inch by inch, the ferret's inner walls hugging it tightly as it went. Then he was all the way in.

Leaning down over her, Martin began a slow and steady thrusting motion. Erleena squeaked softly and respositioned to better accomodate him. Her movements were subtle, but she twisted her hips in a way that drove him wild. Together, both mage and familiar brought themselves to the tip of ecstasy. Martin shuddered and let loose the first blast of hot seed; it filled the quivering ferret up, the excess seeping onto the bed. The mage attempted to keep himself buried inside of his beloved familiar as long as he could, but eventually his shaft slipped out. The last few jets of cum spattered across Erleena's stomach and face; the ferret dipped her paws in the sticky pools and lapped them up.

Looking up from his tiny lover, Martin suddenly recalled where he was. Mary was still perched across from them on the bed with her legs spread wide. The farm girl had removed her hands from between her thighs, and was now sucking her own juices from her fingers. "That was amazing," she said breathlessly, as if she were only just recovering from her own orgasm.

Now that he could think more clearly, reality began to come crashing down around Martin. Immediately, the excitement and lust he had felt just moments before was replaced by shame and regret. He had taken something special, his bond with his familiar, and shared it with a complete stranger. It could never be taken back now. His stomach felt as though it were churning.

Something of his distress must have shown on his face, because Mary shot him a questioning look. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I, uh..." Martin stammered, unsure how how to proceed. All he knew was that he had to get her out of there. He needed to be alone. "I just remembered something... I have something really important to do tomorrow! You should go now."

Confusion and disappointment crossed Mary's face. "But we haven't even..."

Not even allowing her to finish, Martin jumped up from the bed and ushered her to the door. "Just go straight on ahead and you'll find the way off of the campus," he said, pointing down the hallway. As risky as it would be not to escort her out, he had to get away from her as soon as he could.

The farm girl frowned and shrugged her shoulders. "Well alright then... but next time you're in town, come and see me, my little mage!" With a wink, she turned and walked off into the darkness.

Closing the door behind her, Martin turned and looked at Erleena. Her eyes were full of compassion... his distress was hers as well. But there was no blame or judgement. The mage threw himself onto the bed next to her and closed his eyes tightly against the tears that threatened to well up. There was a lump in his throat that threatened to choke him, and in that instant he almost wouldn't have minded if it did.

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A loud 'thump!' resounded through the halls of the library and a cloud of dust flew into the air as a large tome was slammed down onto Martin's table. While his startled ferret clawed and scrabbled in an attempt to keep from falling off of from where she was draped around his shoulders, the young mage looked up from his studies and found himself faced with the a very angry girl. A familiar stood behind her, a fluffy white wolf. It was his friend, Katherine. Seeing any other girl glaring at him like that would have made him freeze up completely, but with her it was different. They'd been best friends practically since they could walk. Mad or not, he was glad to see her.

"So," she started testily. "I hear that SOMEbody went out into town yesterday."

Martin groaned inwardly. Here we go, he thought. Out loud, he said "Yeah... so?"

"Trying to pick up girls again no doubt," she said with a frown.

The mage cringed. He was still feeling terrible about what he'd done last night, the last thing he wanted to do was be reminded of it. "What's wrong with that?" he asked defensively.

Katherine sat down across the table from him, and her wolf sat down on his haunches behind her. "You shouldn't mess around with those girls," she lectured him. "They're nothing but trouble, trust me. And you need to focus on your studies anyway, we have an important demonstration coming up."

"Yeah, I know. That's what I was working on before SOMEone interrupted me," he quipped back at her. "Besides, nothing happened yesterday anyway."

It was a lie, a huge one, but he didn't want to admit the truth to anyone, not even his best friend. From her perch on his shoulder, he could feel Erleena's gaze - as usual, she understood his feelings, and did not begrudge him the lie. Thankfully, his answer seemed to make Katherine relax. The anger faded and her expression softened. "Okay, good. Well um, sorry then. I just don't want to see you get hurt by those local girls. Most of them aren't too fond of mages."

Too late for that, Martin thought. But it wasn't Mary's fault; her fascinations had been genuine. He had only himself to blame, and that made it all even worse. At least Katherine would be happy; he definitely wasn't going to be going back into town any time soon.

Suddenly he caught a whiff of something in the air. Something faint and... flowery. Curious, he leaned over the table and sniffed. Katherine cocked an eye at him, and he returned the odd look. "Are you wearing perfume?" he asked in disbelief. She had never been the kind of girl that bothered with that sort of stuff.

Now it was her turn to react defensively. "Can't a girl wear perfume?" she said. Her face looked flushed.

"You smell really nice is all," he said, sitting back down.

Katherine's face reddened further, and she looked down at her hands. "Thanks," she muttered nervously, her voice sounding unusually feminine. After a short pause, she added "I'm glad you noticed."

Trying to push further thoughts of last night out of his mind, Martin slid the book he had been reading across the table. "This doesn't sound very complicated when I read it, but I just can't get the spells to work," he told her.

Their upcoming test was on the production of light. Not the light cast from a flame, but actual illumination created from nothing. The manipulation of light was one of the most outwardly simply and useful applications of magic, and yet the ability to create it as more than just a byproduct of some other spell or effect was considered one of the key milestones in every mage's education. It was not uncommon for even the more advanced students to run into difficulties perfecting basic light spells.

Katherine turned the book around and scanned through it. It was material she was already familiar with, but she too had had poor results putting it into practice. Her brow furrowed as she mulled over their predicament. "We still have two weeks. I'm sure we'll both get it by then. Everyone has trouble with this stuff at first," she said reassuringly.

While Katherine continued to looked over the tome, Martin regarded her silently. Lately, their relationship had been more and more confusing. He was well aware that she was in fact female, but despite the fact that she was the only girl he could really talk to, he had never seriously thought that their friendship could be anything more. But sometimes he wondered how she really felt about it. There was obviously some tension, at least from his side, and at times he thought she might feel the same. Or was that only what he hoped, and there was nothing there at all? It wasn't worth risking their friendship to find out, he always told himself; he couldn't bear to lose her.

His contemplative trance was broken as Katherine slammed the book close and looked up at him. "But you know what won't help? Sitting around in this dusty old library," she said. Jumping up from her chair, she reached across the table and grabbed Martin by the hand. "I have a better idea. Let's go practice together, maybe we can help each other. Plus it'll be more fun than sitting here alone; you looked miserable." That sounded like a great idea to him. He tucked the thick book into the crook of his left arm and allowed himself to be led off, with his friend's white wolf familiar following close behind.

The girl's dorm was located on the opposite side of the campus from the boy's dorm. Katherine's room was similar to Martin's, albeit with a much more feminine touch. The neatness of the place contrasted sharply with his messier room. The ferret around his shoulder squeaked and rubbed her head against his cheek before jumping down onto the bed and curling up. Katherine's wolf joined her, and the two familiars each made themselves comfortable lying side by side. They looked up at their masters expectantly.

"Here," Katherine said and indicated a spot on the floor. Adjusting her knee-length robe for modesty, she sat cross legged in the center of the room. Martin sat down across from her and placed the book in between them. He opened it to the page detailing light spells and quickly ran through the process again.

When he felt he was ready, he looked up at Katherine. She nodded at him and closed her eyes. Moments later Martin felt a breeze across his face, and the candles illuminating the room winked out, bathing everything in darkness. At first there was nothing but silence and stillness. Then he felt something... Katherine. He reached out blindly with both hands and found hers searching for him. When their hands met, they clasped together tightly.

"Okay. Focus on the spot between us. Try to light it up." Katherine's voice said out of the darkness.

Martin cleared his thoughts and did just that. He couldn't see anything, but his eyes stayed fixed on an imaginary point in the darkness between where he knew their hands lay clasped. Carefully, he opened himself up and allowed power to flow through him. Immediately, he could feel his familiar with an awareness not even his sight gave him. She sat motionless in the darkness, the two of them connected by a conduit of magical energy from which he drank deeply and was thereby strengthened.

And there was something else, too. It was Katherine. She was drawing power from her own familiar and projecting it. It reached out to him as if to caress him, to let him know that she was there for him and would always be there for him. Martin found it soothing and pleasant. Unable to shift his own power away from the spell he was trying to form, he simply squeezed her hands to let her know that he appreciated what she was doing. Her flesh felt soft and warm against him, and suddenly his nostrils were filled with the sweet scent of her perfume.

There was a slight flicker as a pinprick of dull orange light came into being directly at the point where Martin's focus lay fixed. There was a sharp intake of breath from both mages, and the light wavered, threatening to go out again. But Martin was determined; he redoubled his efforts, and instead of disappearing, the pinprick grew larger. When it reached the size of a marble, it stopped. He had done it! The light was small, a far cry from the powerful spells the high mages used to illuminate entire halls, but he had done it!

Now that the spell was stable, Martin found it easy to maintain, and he looked up with a big grin on his face. The light cast by the orb was barely that of a single candle, but it was enough that he could see Katherine's face. She was smiling too, her features bathed in the soft orange glow. Her flowery perfume still permeated the air. He could feel her energy still reaching out to him, and he allowed it to flow freely through his being while returning the gesture. They sat there silently, sharing an invisible and intimate embrace. It was as if nothing else existed except for the two of them.

Thoughts unbidden filled his mind, and with a jolt of surprise, Martin realized that he had been wrong. The day before, he had thought that Mary was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. But she wasn't. It was Katherine. His best friend was also the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

She was the first to break the silence. "Wow," she breathed in awe. "You really did it!"

Martin shook his head. "We did it," he corrected her. "I couldn't have done anything without you."

He was elated, and yet his accomplishment seemed somehow unimportant next to the other emotions that were flooding through him. Suddenly he felt closer to Katherine than he had ever felt before. He wanted to share everything with her. He wanted to take her into his arms, and have her embrace him back. He wanted to be with her forever.

But there was something he had to tell her first. He had to trust her.

"Katherine, there's something I want to tell you," he started awkwardly. "When I said that nothing happened yesterday... I lied."

Her smile faded somewhat, but she didn't question why he was bringing this up right now. Something in the tone of his voice told her that this was important. Instead, she just said "Okay."

And then it all started coming out. How he'd met the farm girl and brought her back to his room. How things had started getting physical, and how she had been so interested in his familiar. He stopped there to collect his thoughts and his courage. Once he told her everything, there was no going back. And yet he really needed to get this off his chest... needed her to know.

"She asked if she could see me make love to her," he finally said. That was his term, not hers, but he felt that 'make love' was a more accurate description of what they did together. "And so... I did it."

The two friends had never discussed the particulars of their relationships with their familiars, and Martin had no idea if Katherine and her wolf were lovers; the practice was commonly accepted, but not often talked about. Nevertheless, all mages understood the unique and deeply personal bond between mage and familiar, even those that chose not share physical intimacy with theirs.

After another short pause, Martin continued. "I felt so terrible. Something like that should have been special, but... I barely even knew her. Katherine, I think it's one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made."

Katherine's face was unreadable in the dim light. When she spoke, she did so slowly, as if she were choosing her words carefully. "Martin, why are you telling me this?"

"Because you're the only one I can tell," was his answer. "Because if I'd done it with anyone, it should have been with you."

He had never felt so vulnerable. The silence hung heavily in the air, and Martin braced himself for his friend's reaction. Would she be mad at him? Disappointed, or even disgusted? But as he studied her face, he saw none of those things. Instead he saw compassion, as if she understood what he was going through and didn't judge him. Her hands squeezed his like she never wanted to let him go. Martin wasn't sure if he had leaned forward or if she had, or perhaps it was both of them, but he suddenly realized how close her face was to his. His heart was pounding in his chest.

They kissed. When their lips met, it was soft and tender, completely the opposite of the frenzied lust he had experienced last night.

Martin didn't remember closing his eyes, but when he opened them, he saw that Katherine had pulled back again. She wore a look he had never seen on her before before. "The bond between a mage and their familiar should only be shared with someone that you love," she said to him. "But maybe we can fix your mistake together."

One by one the candles in the room flickered back to life, lit by Katherine's magic. Martin blinked at the sudden change in brightness and allowed his own orb of light to go out. Katherine's hands slipped out of his grasp as she got to her knees and moved further away from where he sat on the floor, but he could still feel the soft aura of her magical energy enveloping and reassuring him. He could sense her emotions, or rather she was allowing him to see them, and he was deeply relieved to find that he had not been wrong this time: she felt the same way about him.

At a glance from his master, the white wolf jumped down off the bed and came to stand by the female mage. She stroked his fluffy fur gently, her fingers tracing lines along his flank, creeping lower and lower until they moved down between his hind legs. Martin watched wide-eyed as she teased his sheath. It didn't take much coaxing for his erect red penis to emerge. It glistened in the light, and Katherine wrapped her fingers around it seductively. All the while, her gaze never left Martin.

Her words echoed through his head. The bond between a mage and their familiar should only be shared with someone that you love. This was something she wanted him to see. She loved him. Without words, Martin focused his own feelings into the magical energy he was projecting onto her, letting her know that he loved her as well.

Satisfied that her message had been received and reciprocated, Katherine finally looked away from him. She turned towards Artemisios and nuzzled against his neck, giving him soft kisses as she stroked his cock. By the way she deftly pleasured her familiar with her hand, Martin could tell she was quite well practiced at this. A low growl built up in the back of the wolf's throat and a thin line of pre-cum dripped from the tip of his swollen member; Katherine coated her hand with the stuff and rubbed it all across his shaft. When he was well lubricated, she raised her hand up towards her face. Sticky white ropes dripped between her fingers, which she shamelessly scooped up with her tongue and swallowed.

Licking a drop of stray wolf cum from her lips, Katherine gave Martin a coy look and asked "Do you like this?" The slight bulge in his robe was answer enough, but he nodded his head anyway. He knew she wasn't lying about him being the first to see this, but she seemed to know exactly what to do in order to excite him. He wondered if this was something she had always planned to do with him some day.

"Good boy, Artemisios," Katherine whispered to her familiar. Her hand returned to stroking the wolf's lubricated penis, and he turned his head and licked her cheek in response. She kissed him on the nose and sped her motions up. With her free hand, the girl began to hike up her skirt, pulling it up over her knees to reveal first her thighs and then the precious spot between her legs. Martin watched, enraptured, as she slipped her fingers into her damp undergarments and began to play with herself.

After a little bit Katherine withdrew her fingers and held them up for her wolf to sniff and lick. Then the young mage rose from her sitting position and pulled down her underwear, and for a moment Martin caught a glimpse of her soaking wet slit before her robe dropped down again, obscuring the area. Throwing the soaked garment aside, Katherine got down on her hands and knees facing Martin and pulled her robe up again. Aremisios circled around behind her and buried his muzzle between the girl's spread legs. Her mouth formed an 'o' and she moaned as the sound of the wolf's wet licking filled the room.

Martin desperately wanted to move himself for a better look at what was going on, but he remained seated, afraid to interrupt the scene before him. Sensing his plight, Katherine looked up at him and with a quavering voice said "You can touch yourself too, if you want." That was all the prompting he needed; Martin flipped the front of his robe up to reveal his erection to his friend. "Oooh, you can fit that whole big thing in Erleena?" she teased him with a coy smile that was immediately followed by a sharp gasp of pleasure. He blushed, then took hold of his manhood and began to jerk it slowly.

"Okay Artemisios, up!" Katherine told her familiar with a little wiggle of her butt. The wolf licked feminine honey from his muzzle before climbing up on top of his mage companion. His paws came to rest on the girl's slender shoulders, and she took a moment to lay a hand on one of them tenderly. Artemisios was not an overly large beast, but being mounted on Katherine made him look bigger than he really was. She squirmed in erotic anticipation underneath his furry bulk.

As the wolf attempted to penetrate her with a few awkward thrusts, Katherine locked eyes with Martin. Her face burned with an intimate passion as she said "This is for you, Martin. Only for you. The first and only."

Then Artemisios's cock hit home, and intensity of her expression melted. Her eyes looked glassy and unfocused, her lips parted, and she let out a cry of desire that mingled with a growl from her wolf. Katherine twisted one arm up over her head and wrapped it around her familiar's fluffy white neck. With one powerful thrust, he sank deep inside of her. He held there for a moment, then he began to hump her forcefully.

With half closed eyes, Katherine bucked her hips back against the wolf's thrusting loins. She wasn't too lost in the throes of passion to forget about Martin, however. She gasped his name in between deep breaths. "Martin... Martin... I need you... come here..."

It was the only thing Martin wanted at that moment, to be there for her. The wide-eyed youth shuffled closer to the girl until he was sitting only inches away. Now he was almost eye-level with Artemisios. The wolf looked at him as he fucked his summoner. His intelligent eyes acknowledged that Martin was the one his companion had chosen to share herself with. Martin nodded back to him before looking down at Katherine. Her face was twisted in beautiful ecstasy, and he reached out to cup her cheek; her skin felt like hot silk against his hand.

At his touch, the girl's eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him, her expression pleading. Sensing what she needed from him, Martin leaned down and kissed her. At first it was tender, like their first kiss, but gradually it became more and more bold, until neither of them could stand it any longer. Their tongues met and twisted together, exploring the warm, wet confines of each other's mouths. All the while, Martin was distinctly aware of Artemisios's repeated thrusts causing Katherine's lips to press tighter against his. It was a moment of shared intimacy unlike anything he had ever imagined.

Suddenly Martin felt a hand searching between his legs. Having removed her arm from around Artemisios's neck, Katherine now rubbed her fingers along the shaft of the mage's erect penis. Martin shuddered and pushed himself forward, further into her grasp. She teased him a bit more before taking a firm grip on it and stroking it as she had done to her wolf earlier.

A certain urgency crept into the trio's movements as they all built up towards their crescendo together. Artemisios's growl deepened, and he thrust into Katherine fast and hard. The girl's hand was a blur on Martin's cock, and she pushed her butt back against the frenzied wolf, urging both of them to cum for her. Martin was nearly out of breath, but he couldn't pull himself away from Katherine's soft lips and warm tongue; his hips jerked slightly to the movements of his lover's hand.

Artemisios was the first to finish. The wolf barked once and his wild thrusting came to a sudden halt. The familiar's knot had tied him to his summoner, and now he held there as he pumped her full of gushing sperm. Katherine reacted with a throaty moan of her own; she could feel the beast expanding inside of her, followed by the warm flood of his seed. Eager to bring off both of her men at once, she squeezed Martin and pumped him for all she was worth. It worked - although he couldn't see for himself, he could tell there was a change in the girl and her wolf, and he surmised that Artemisios had hit his limit. That thought, combined with Katherine's obvious lust, pushed him to his. He grunted and shot his own load, spattering the sticky white liquid all along the front of Katherine's robe. Paying the mess no mind, Katherine felt her body begin to quiver. Her inners walls massaged Aremisios' swollen knot, and her hand kneaded Martin's spasming cock. Caught between her two lovers, the girl joined them in orgasmic bliss.

At last, the three of them began to come down from their high. Feeling totally drained, Katherine leaned forward slightly and rested her head on one of Martin's shoulders. The boy was breathing deeply, and she fancied that she could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest. She unwrapped herself from his manhood, and their hands found each other almost of their accord. Her fingers were wet and sticky, but Martin didn't care; he grabbed hold of her like he never wanted to let go. Still sitting heavily atop Katherine, the wolf familiar licked the back of her neck affectionately.

There they sat, silent and almost motionless, basking in each other's intimate company, until Artemisios's knot shrank and he slipped out. Dismounting, the wolf padded off to curl up by the foot of the bed. Katherine sighed and pulled away from Martin. She looked down at the sticky mess coating the front of her robe, and he blushed. "I was going to take it off now anyway," Katherine said with a small smile. Then she did just that, slipping the soiled garment up over her head and casting it aside. She stood fully naked before him, and Martin took in every little bit of her beautiful frame. The gentle swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips, the thin patch of dark pubic hair crowning the lips of her sex. Traces of her familiar's lovemaking were still plainly and messily evident here; his seed dripped down her legs. Martin stared at her openly for a few moments. Then, feeling somewhat self-conscious, he undressed as well. Together, they moved to lie side by side on Katherine's bed.

Knowing the two lovers needed a little bit of private time now, Erleena jumped off of the bed and curled up against Artemisios's belly before drifting off to sleep. Katherine pulled her wool blanket over them, and they lay there cuddling with each other tenderly.

Katherine clung to Martin, her head resting on his bare chest. "Did that help?"

"Thank you," he said softly.

Words were inadequate, however, so instead he concentrated on sharing his feelings with her on a more direct level. Feelings of warmth and tenderness washed over Katherine like a wave of magical energy, and she sighed contentedly.

"I just wish I could have given you the same experience," Martin said.

"It doesn't matter," she reassured him. "I'm just... glad you feel that way about me."

Martin felt himself stirring again, and they still had not consummated their new relationship directly. The mage pulled Katherine closer to him and gave her a kiss on the top of her head, then let his hands roam down her naked body. When his fingers neared the spot between her legs, she looked up at him.

"Do you want me to, um, clean up first?" she asked anxiously.

But Martin shook his head. His fingers continued downward until they he felt the thin patch of hair just above her slit. It was still slick with the mixture of her and her wolf's juices. He paid it no heed and slipped one finger inside of her. She felt warm and inviting.

Katherine squirmed in pleasure. Her fingers traveled down his stomach until they found his penis. It was still somewhat soft, but there was a slight firmness to it that told her he was almost ready for more. With an impish smile, she took hold of it and stroked gently, marveling at the feeling as it grew stiff against her hand. Martin allowed her to continue playing with him until he was fully hard. Then he stopped her and rose up. Katherine rolled onto her back as he positioned himself above her.

"There's still one thing you're giving me," the girl said, sounding almost shy.

"What's what?"

"You're the first person I've been with... besides Artemisios."

Keeping his eyes locked with hers, Martin reached down between them and guided the tip of his cock towards her lubricated entrance. Katherine spread her legs, wrapping them around his back and carefully urging him to enter her. After a couple of deep breaths, he slipped in easily. His lover made a small "Ah," and closed her eyes. She looked so beautiful that Martin was compelled to lean down closer and kiss her.

They made love slowly and passionately, but with all the same eroticism as the frenzied act that had preceded it. There was something between them... a shared need. Being together was different than being with their familiars; no more or less intimate, but unique. When her Katherine's back arched in climax, he lifted her up, kissed her again, and joined her.

When the heat had finally cooled, they lay together in an intimate embrace. Sensing that their need for privacy had passed, Artemisios and Erleena both hopped up onto the foot of the bed and lay down to join their summoners in rest. Closing his eyes, Martin breathed deeply, and noticed the flowery scent of Katherine's perfume once again. It made sense now... she had worn it for him.

Suddenly Martin realized he had never said the one thing he wanted to say to her most. She turned to look at his as he lifted his head up from the bed. "Hey Katherine... I..."

What he meant to say was 'I love you.' But Katherine placed a finger on his lips, stopping him. "I know," she said. She could already feel it, burning between them, invisible and silent.