The Manabringer.
This is my first ever Upload! A short-story I hammered out in a few hours of frenzied thought. Hope all you Readers enjoy my first shown work! (May submit more stories in the future...)
Story By:
Hid Ras Fallar, A,K,A, Fallar Rasyre.
Story:
Bloated into Submission, and other fun things.
!!!WARNING DISCLAIMER!!!
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Read at your own discretion.
This story contains sexual interactions, between humans, non-humans, males, females, hermaphrodites and possibly other things too numberious to list. The author takes no responsibility for, personal enjoyment that may/may not cause or result in damages to personal property in form of a happily and/or enjoyably caused and/or generated sticky mess(es) from either over excitement or relief of said "Excitement" on or upon yourself, others, or personal properties.
If you are not bothered by or like the aforementioned, listed things, then I've just one final word to say to all you furry/scaly/smooth skinned, horny lil sicko's...
Enjoy!
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Prologue:
The Lesson of Familiars.
Alandra grumbled in between moans and sighs of pleasure, trotting along and occasionally making her vocal displeasure at having to go about afoot. This assignment sucked! Here she'd been hoping, when her family paid for and shipped her off to be apprenticed, to a highly renowed and very gifted and powerful magic user at that! that she'd finally be able to use the latent magical powers she held, that sent many a sensitive and unguarded magic user into stunning fits and frenzies at the excess magic she exuded in a aura that set there own into misbehavior or hijinxs...
From the poor old chap that was just trying to entertain her for her thirteenth birthday, all his magic, either fizzing out or (Worse yet, for a settled old wizard) getting excessively charged and detonating or worst of all magicking inanimate things suddenly to life! That had been the third event, but the first that had been able to identify and explain it's cause and source, heaping much praise and congratulations upon not just the young girl, but her family for having such a lucky co-mingling of magical bloods to finally bare fruit in her tiny frame. He refused their attempt at profuse appologies, merely chuckling and saying he'd never had such fun with his magic in years, since he himself was a youth and a mischievious youth at that, not much younger then Alandra was.
The next time it happened, it was with a con-artist of a street-witch barking out offers on her, "Exotically found, unique and wonderful brews! Guarenteed to cure, heal or gift you in any number of ways!" wares along a vendor street in the city they lived in, the ugly and unkind witch began shrieking her head off, and swearing rather brilliantly too, when her broom began dancing a excited jig and her potions began to levitate and zoom angrily around said witch, one or two bonking her on the head repeatedly, even a few making kamakazi dives and shattering on her to soak her in the contents and cause halariously outrageous results. Many quite obviously no benison at all, but a horrid and nasty array of jinks, curses and blights. Ending up getting her run out of town, with her products still harrassing her visibly miles away on down the road.
...And yet here she was instead, on this horribly embarrassing job, wandering around starked naked with seven other shamelessly nude and very affectionate people and very well endowed individuals too, save for a simple pack and large swath of fabric that covered her now considerable front and admittedly now lovely backside, but little to nothing else, among the grounds outside his tower that ringed it for a good fifty miles from tower-to-edge. She was, in point of fact, a now registered and newly recognized Apprenticed-Adept, of the lowest beginning rank, to the Highmage Oorstal, Consular and Diplomat to peoples high and low. Although her story hadn't quite begun here.....
She had entered into his study chambers earlier that month, barely before the first day she'd arrived had begun, ready and eager for perhaps a first lesson, some object to study or attempt to dechiper and learn from, or even a task to help calm and reign in her rampantly wild magical aura. Instead, he had just simply motioned her in, indicated the chair opposite him on the other side of his handsome desk and told her bluntly and in a nuetral tone to strip and put on a simple, but expensive looking and thick length of brown-and-green cotton waiting across the back of the chair. When she hesitated, he glanced up, raised a silver-and-grey brow and motioned with a pecularly designed quill and said in a flat tone. "If you want your first assignment, Apprentice, then kindly do as I say. I am not taking advantage of you. Well... not fully anyways, granted that is a given and part of the arrangement of a apprentice to a Grand or High, each gets something from the term of service. All my magic and practices have had and serve a purpose in the end. Even if you, in your youthful wisdom, cannot preceive it."
She hesitated a moment more then scurried forward, hiding herself behind the chair as she stripped, blushing as she does so. The Highmage merely watchs, levitating the tunic up and watchs what of her he can see, not reacting in the slightest, if anything he seemed geniunely a bit bored and growing faintly impatient, if his idle fingertapping and humming was a indication. when she finishes stripping and reached for the simple open-sided tunic, he raised it higher and cleared his throat. "Step out where I can see you first." She glowered at that, but complied, blushing fiercely. He studied her nude body, rather underdeveloped for a young woman of nineteen, almost twenty full solsticeses old. He clucked his tongue in thought, lowering the fetchingly patterned cotton into her waiting hands. "I think you'll need a bit of work before your assignment... That is if you want this one? I do have various others available for choosing, which one with as much sleeping power as you host are fully entilted and privileged to have your first pick among, but none as entertaining or trying as this task." He looks back to his scroll, making a finishing bit of writing before sending scroll, quill and inkpot floating away.
He leaned forward, hands folded upon his desk, watching her still with that bland look, the mundane obviously bored him. Wither it was tasks or conversation. He waited patiently for a response, refusing to respond when she inquired what This task even was or pertained! She'd already heard a host of angry, jealous, even spiteful comments made at her being chosen this unknown task. As she studied him, debating her options and choices, she sighed and reluctantly nodded. "I Accept."
He gave a geniune smile, motioning her forward, patting his desk, which immediately groaned and began to change, growing shorter but wider. Turning a darker, richer hue, a beautifully deep rust-red. The center gained a subtle depression, as the edges developed intricate runes, insignia and arcane markings and other things unknown to her. The Highmage extended his hand, surprising her that she hadn't noticed his move from his chair to stand on her side of the table, still offering her a gentlemanly hand. When she accepted it, he helped her to step up onto the table. A gasp ripped from her lips as a aura all but struck her body, abating a instant later, allowing him to guide her to the center, while remaining standing at the edge before releasing her hand.
He adjusted his glowing robes, many things visibly glowed in her vision now, herself the brightest of all, but not blindingly so. "Are you ready, Apprentice Alandra? This may be... troubling for you. Since you have never had the experience, and the pleasure, to lay with a man of worth and honor, who will not spurn your maidenly gift after taking it." She blushed furiously, wondering to herself, how by the First-spell does he know THAT about me?!? She blinked then as he began to make vivid and abrupt gestures, half-humming half-singing a odd tune, with a melody that seemed to rise and fall, carrying with it a pulsating throb that made her shuder. The longer it went, the more she noticed the rthymic pace began having a interesting effect on her, it made her heart-beat match the melody, or was that the melody matching her racing heart? She no longer cared, as a blessedly sweet warmth, in form of a caressing breeze, began to swirl around her nude body. It reaches under that basic tunic, caressing her body in ways perhaps only the most talented and gifted of lovers might ever manage, she quivered and hugged herself, feeling her nipples hardening against the cotton, the folds of her sex getting slippery with arousal. As the wind grew subtly stronger and warmer, the Highmage began to sing a lilting counter-point to the song that continued without his singing it further himself.
As she watched, each of the glowing sources, took on a unique depth or hue of color, even herself and the mage, who made a gentle smile at her, hands weaving alternately complex and simple patterns, some left pulsing marks upon the air, others faded away as soon as they were completed, but each time, something began to become visibly clearer in the air, some translucent object, that moved and shifted with the music. She didn't know when she noticed it, but the Highmage had exited the room, leaving the empowered and completed spell woven and working. The unknown glowing object grew slowly more solid, stopping just shy of a flesh-and-blood entity such as herself, but a living creature it was, all the same. It was then she noticed the eyes, and she gasped in amazement and awe.
Two oval shaped orbs peered at her from a vaguely serpentish shaped head, which constantly moved one way or another as the rest of it's ethreal appendages did, the only visible openings upon the creature, two pure colored eyes watched her with a cautious intelligence, both eyes aswirl with the most amazing bright greens and blues one could imagine. As it swirled and moved among itself, she watched, a growing sense of surety and trust building upon itself until she suddenly strode forward, boldly and without fear. The creature pulled it's head back timidly, shyly even, only to tremble and pulse brightly when she reached her hand among the foggish-wraiths of it's appendages, cupping it's large angular head and pulled it gently forward to her.
She smiled and looked into those amazingly pure Blue-Green/Green-Blue eyes. Then with a soft hum of happiness, kissed it's brow, getting jolted with a wealth of knowledge and a sense of peace and calm, one she knew without wondering that filled both herself and this foreign entity. When her lips left the smooth not-quite-flesh fog-light substance of it's hide, she found she was in it's embrace, a most peculiar feather feeling that wasn't ticklish in the slightest, being settled tenderly in the depression in the middle of the table. She looked up tenderly at the creature, receiving a adoring look in return. She pulled the front of her tunic aside, exposing her body to the other presences gaze, watching it roam the length of her nude body in as much curiousity as it had interest.
The Essence, for she lacked a proper name of what she could dub it yet, used it's foglike tendrils to examine her blonde-and-brown highlighted hair, thicker tentacles of fog-flesh caress her body, touching toes, fingers, arms, legs, flat stomach, narrow hips, small breasts, all with the tender gentleness of a considerate lover, and the eager curiousity of a learning mind. When one fog-flesh tentacle brushed between her thighs, she arched upwards, with a soft sigh, making the fogwraith pause, then repeat that gesture, making a purrish-echo noise with delight. When it found she had a similiar response, upon it's touching the buds of her nipples, upon her not-worth-notice breasts, it echo-purred all the more. It began to caress and pet her body in earnest, those three tentacles focusing upon her feminine attributes.
As Alandra sighed and moaned her enjoyment, The Essence kept petting and caressing her body, even as that first fog-flesh tentacle brushed her folds, parting them, then began to slide between them, painlessly filling her with the fog-flesh that was thick as her wrist, filling her purely with pleasure and warmth as it slithered into her slowly, soon followed by the two upon her nipples, which she watched with a hazy happiness and fearless glee as it entered her nipples, again harmlessly spreading her, even though by all logical reasoning it should of ripped the flesh apart, but her body stretched, not so much as a twinge or twitch of either pain or discomfort. She murred when it raises her up gently, finding that dark spot of her anus, penetrating it as easily and gently as it had the other holes of her body, another final tentacle found it's way into her navel, filling her body with a deepening throb, a pulsation of power that was as much pleasure and enjoyment as it was learning and knowledge.
As Alandra began to feel a strangely welcome warmth within herself, she watched the creature lower it's head, sensing it was smiling down at her, when it kisses her again, a whispery voice sang within her mind, bringing upon it a clarity she'd only ever experience once more in her future. "Greetings, My dearest lady Alandra. I have searched and hoped for you for countless 'Gracings' of your others, all wrong, but somewhat right, never perfect, until you... Until my dearest lady Alandra Angelsong." It hummed and pulsed growing brighter with light and power, making her eyes water with tears, but she couldn't pinpoint the exact reason. When it spoke again it's voice was fading from her mind. "I bear my gift-name proudly! The name you bless me, Ourl'tano'isko! Remember it, remember to call me!" Alandra smiled sleepily, kissing it and whispered before she fell into the warmth of this aethor-world, filled with the pressence of others of it's kind. "Ourl'tano'isko... My Ourl, My Toravno, Mine Forever......."
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Chapter 1:
Getting settled in.
Thus she was jolted awake, snarling and hissing like a furious cat. The most wonderous dream! And someone had the gall, the audacity, the outright NERVE to ruin it?! She was going to make them rue this morning! "Alandra, Alandra! Awake, young lady, Awake!" She blinked as she found herself staring up at the very concerned face of none other then Oorstal Highmage. She blinked again and then flushed as she swallows a bit. "D-did I... Was that a test? Have I failed?" She is bewildered when the mage tosses his hands in the air then thrust them threw his hair and stalks out of her view, saying to himself, "A test she asks! Did she fail she asks!" She mostly ignored him, listening instead to the deep hearty laughter of a pair of new voices, two new faces enter her view, one obviously a centaur-mare of many foals, if her impressive and bare breasts upon her chest are any polite indication. The other a grinning idiot who practically had his face splitting longear-to-longear, a half-breed, a half-human half-elf by looks of him.
It was the Helf that spoke first, "Well young lass, you gave our lord and master Oorstal quite the fright!" The mare smiles and nudges the Helf aside. "You'll have to pardon Featherfalls, he's a quick-tongued and long-winded male, even speaking among Elvish singers or Human diplomats! My name is Honeyheart, are you feeling alright, Alandra dear?"
Alandra opens her mouth to respond, but gave a cattish growl when she was interrupted by Oorstal who barked out a hysteric laugh. "Alright?! She ought be dead, or worse! Just look at the state of her for Heavensake! Moi-Guds, I've never heard of a body being made a Manabringer that full and not being fatal!" Featherfalls chuckled like a brook, speaking up quickly and getting slapped upside the back of the head for the remark by Honey, "Manabringer? Looks-amore like a Cum-bringer to me M'lord. YOUCH!!! What-for, Honeyheart?!"
All this talk was cunfusing Alandra, so she put her fingers to her lips, and let-loose with a shrill whistle a childhood boy she had called friend had taught her. Thus startled and their attention back on her, she sighed and closed her eyes. "I just woke up. Would you kindly, mind explaining to me, what your talking about? Seeing as you three are speaking of me right above me? I was sleeping fine before you woke me up for this seeming nonsense." Oorstal chuckled a bit, coming into view to peer down at her with amusement and a smile. "Well, I have to say this much. Your Aethor-Familiars visit seems to done wonders for improving your small-city-girl personality. Honeyheart, help the young woman up."
Alandra wondered why she had to have help getting upright, but didn't decline it when the strong, but gentle, mare helped heave her upright, making her give a startled gasp and yelp at the site and realization that greets her abruptly and suddenly. Now she understood all their worry and fussing! It's not her newly impressive and lovely breasts, perched wonderfully full feeling and both firm and supple feeling, each alone larger then her own head, but the belly she now possesses that rests upon her lap betwen her legs forced wide by the stunning thing. It's enormous! The rotund thing (Beachball in size) was a almost perfect sphere, gravity having but a subtle effect on it which is why it wasn't near perfectly rounded, lacking any of the expected marks and blemishs that by rights should belong on such a massive belly grown this large. As Alandra watches, she sees a multitude of glows, on both breasts and belly, appear, trail a glowing path, then stop and a few moments later the trail fades to the stopping point where the spot too fades to health skin again.
Alandra stares dumbfoundedly at the impossible thing that her belly has become. She timidly touches it, finding surprising firmness, with a comfortable amount of give to her skin. She looks up at the mare in wonder, who just shook her head smiling. "A first, m'dear spry filly." The mare reached out, pausing to give a look for permission before similiarly touching it, stroking her hand over it several times, a different direction each time, then gave a satisfied snort. "Your fine, girl. Whole, hearty, and fully healthy. Feels no different then mine had, when I first took the position." Alandra looks at the matronly-mare in surprise, earning her a motherly hug from the more generiously endowed centaur.
The mare helped Alandra get her scoot over and get her knees over the edge of the Highmages table, which had gradually returned to normal upon her awakening. "You were like this yourself? When?" Honeyheart chortles, patting the young womans gut affectionately. "Ohhh, a good thirty, maybe forty years ago? But I wasn't nearly as blessed and put visibly upon with my power as you m'dear filly." That made Alandra start in surprise, looking at Oorstal, who was studying her intently, with a focused look and deep frown upon his face, one hand on his chin, the other supporting the former arms elbow. Alandra looked at the mare again. "How... how long am I to be like this?" Honey laughs gently, patting her back. "That depends how well you do. Myself? I was finished by a single Solstice cycle, but I held the post, for a further full three years beyond that, out of sheer enjoyment and desire to continue. Before sadly, I had to surrender my post." The smile she wore was anything but sad or remotely forelorn though.
The two females turned to look at the Helf as he laughed heartily. "Aye, indeed! Many a man and lad mourned your retirement! Rumors still abound, that any man who had luck and blessing to win a roll with you, in your bed of hay, went on to lead a life of happiness, satisfaction, and utter contentment! Alas for us who missed our chances, when that blunder of a short-tailed, nag for a stallion, came along to win your heart." Honeyheart chuckles and lifts a elegant brow, looking at Helf, making him abruptly fall silent and blanch. "Short-tailed, my beloved stallion is indeed. But blunder? Nag? My, my, dear sweet young Featherfalls, maybe I should inform him how thine and other tongues wag of such titles upon him?"
Featherfalls gulped and made a swift, bowing flourish gesture and a rapid twittery-sounding comment, that Alandra realizes is a type of elvish-tongue. Then she blinks as Oorstal approuchs and motions Featherfalls to be quiet. "Alandra, may I examine you?" Honey stiffened subtly, but even if she hadn't, a sudden aggressiveness and protectiveness of herself arouse. Alandra abruptly snarled. "No, you may NOT!" The two men jerked in surprise, but Honey merely smiles and sighs in relief, clucking admonishingly at the men. "Lord Highmage, you forget yourself... You know better then to ask that of a newly minted Enchantment Pool. You'd of been hardly less foolish of asking a dragoness to share her hoard and nest of eggs!"
The mare helped Alandra, instead of on her feet as originally intended, up onto her back, grunting at the unexpected weight. She then quickly left, leaving the two men to gawk dumbfoundedly. "Well, Alandra was it? Well, Alandra, I'm afriad I'm going to have to insist you stay with me and my stallion for the night. At least until Oorstal remembers himself. Asking, a woman freshly made as a Mana source, to surrender herself for a intrusive examination. Honestly!" Alandra, taps Honey on the shoulder, getting a quick glance back. "So, he was going to do something I wouldn't of enjoyed? Or liked?" When Honeyheart nodded, she fell silent, thinking on what precisely it would of entailed...
When they reached the ground-floor and then the adjoining stables, where some of the larger non-humans lived, such as the centaurs, minotaurs even a few sphinxs and a dragon, Honeyheart had built up a pretty decent sweat, sighing in enjoyment and chuckled glancing back at Alandra briefly. "Carrying you is making for a damned fine work-out, Alandra. Maybe you'd agree to being given a ride on occasion, to save your feet, now and then?" Alandra started at the offer, stammering in attempt to refuse, but Honey just waved it off and grins at her. "My sweet young filly, Alandra. My stallion loves nothing more, then when we mate then to have me all hot'n'bothered and good and sweaty for a thryst. You'd be doing me an occasional favor, if you'd rather look at it like that."
As Alandra fell silent and debated the merit and benefits of such a offer, Honey brought them to one the more permanent stable stalls, built off the tower and made more like a enclosed stall modeled after a human house, that could be shut up at will, that also connected to the main kitchen. A few moments later after they entered, a rather short, but impressive stallion entered from the kitchens, shutting the door with an aggrevaited and expertly aimed kick with a hindhoof, slamming the door and getting a sharp sound from Honey. "Burtan! Do you have to do that whenever the cooks upset you? It's expensive repairing that door and you know it!"
The very dark tanned stallion grunts, while being rather stout, he was wide, and packed powerfully and heavily with muscle too, the sort that screamed 'I can throttle a dragon bare-handed' by how they moved and shifted with his movements. "You know how I hate when those new apprentive cooks come in. Make the mistake try ask one those brainless little manure-piles for a decent mash and they fop off some disgusting slop that wouldn't be fit in a refuse pile." He stamped a hoof so hard, dust was shaken from the ceiling and a roof tile audible fell off and broke upon the ground someplace outside. "And I'm a centaur! Not some muscle and bone eating man, sphinx or dragon!" Alandra watched along with Honey as the stallion stamped and pawed out his temper, doing that rather then returning to the kitchen to throttle the unfortunate novice, which would very likely be the inexperienced youths death if those rippling muscles are a indication. "Insultingly rude!"
Alandra smiles and hugs Honey and murmurs admiringly, "He's a fine and handsome stud." Honey happily nods, then both women leaned over a bit to admire the stallions rump, and the erection he was sporting thanks to his temper. Honey chortles softly and pats Alandra's thigh as the young woman stared wide-eyed and blushing at the impressive stallion shaft. "Don't mind that deary, wouldn't be for you unless you expressly asked and he offered it. He knows I'll be letting him atop my back soon, to let him vent out his frustrations in a more... constructive manner. Over say, him going and wringing the poor, stupid young colts neck?" Honey helped Alandra down, into a surprisingly comfortable chair, which thankfully worked beautifully for enabling the woman to relax from dealing with the new and foreign heavy weight of her new figure.
Alandra watched as Honey trots over to her mate, stroking his rump tenderly, then gave it a playful smack. The stallion jerked with a grunt, and turned to glower at her, but when she simply smiled at him, turning to present her rump, tail flagged aside, while still smiling back at him? He visibly melted, returning that loving smile, before quickly coming over to her and rearing up, settling upon her back and his shaft into the mares sex, the two centaurs sighed happily, settling into a hard and heavy mating. The stallion wasted no time in filling his mare, lewd and liquid sounds coming from where they coupled as he thrusts, his hindquarters rippling beautifully with each spasm of his muscles. and as they mated they kissed each other, Burtans large hands fondling the mares considerable assets, working his mare into a rapid rise of pleasure to join him in reaching that peak.
Alandra was left blushing as she watched the couple make love. As Burtan gave a loud grunt and restrained the urge to make a stallions sound of pleasure, he made several more powerful humps and went rigid, a few moments later, thanks his determined pleasuring of his mares breasts, she made a plaintive and gentler sound, followed by the noisy splattering of the co-mingled sexual juices of the centaur stallion and mare pouring onto the ground between there hindhooves. Burtan sighed happily, relaxed now atop his mare, nuzzling her tenderly, then dismounted slowly, taking a moment or two tease her and make her softly squeal his name in playful admonishment. "So, my dear mare, do you need me relieve them again tonight? I know you've been complaining they are overful of late." Alandra watched Honey blush and cough embarrassedly, "Actually dear, we've a guest." Turning to motion their guest, making the stallion freeze.
Alandra flushed and waved timidly when he turned, then giggles as he did a double-take. "By my grand-dams udders and my grand-sires balls! Look at the udders on you!" Honey laughed heartily, patting his lowerback gently. "Yes, yes, she does have quite the lovely pair doesn't she, my dearest stallion? Although she's not had the chance to learn and get the opinion, wither being able lactate is a curse or blessing yet." Honey trots over and pats the human on her shoulder and belly, nodding to the stallion. "Alandra, this is Burtan the Stoutarmed-smith, of the desert herds. Burtan, my handsome stud and stallion. This is Alandra, Apprenticed-Adept to the Highmage. And she accepted my old post of Manabringer." Burtan's brows shot up, nearly vanishing in his shock of black mane. "Just looking at her, and recalling how you looked under the mantle of your old post my dearest mare, I can understand why. I'd wager she's going be able to do astoundingly well at that post, might even be able hold it past your record, perhaps?" He trotted forward, taking Alandra's hands and kissing the backs of both with a gentlemenly bow, while Honey gave a sidelong wink at Alandra when he was unable to see.
Honeyheart cleared her throat, making him look at her as he rose from his respectful bow. "Well, love, I've offered the sweet filly stay with us. Any objections?" Burtan shook his head and smiles. "None what-so-ever." He then leans over that expansive belly to kiss his mate, then peers down at the blushing woman. "Hungry Alandra?" When she nodded after giving him a curious look, he suddenly ducked his head, catching his mare by surprise as he began nursing on her left tit, iliciting a gasping laugh from her. "Yo-you naughty old stallion! Of all the positions and places to nurse, right above our guest!" Alandra blinked a bit then shivers when the stallion softly placed his broad hand behind her head, encouraging her to lean up and take the other nipple. Which Alandra does after the briefest of hesitations, surprising another gasp from Honey, who smiled endearingly down at her. "Alright, alright, you two. Alandra dear, if you haven't done this before, just be warned. It's taste is a bit "exotic" I'm told, and the volume is such that you need hardly swallow."
Alandra nodded, then began to timidly suckle. She quickly found out what Honey meant. The mare produced such a profusion of milk, that when she was milked or nursed upon, it wasn't a gentle squirt or dribble, but a almost chokingly strong stream! Which, as promised, if one could just relax their throat, with only the occasional swallow, the milk would just flow right down the throat. Alandra took to it like a dragon to first flight or a fish to water. And although it took the human just a bit longer to manage it, she and the stallion fully emptied the mares breasts of milk, earning a impressed look from both centaurs. "Well, well, she's got quite the stomach. Here I thought the only other creature with a stomach to match mine was the dragon!" Burtan laughed heartily, loud and long, when Alandra unexpectedly belched, blushing furiously afterward. The centaurs kept chuckling about it as they settled down upon the straw for sleep, bringing Alandra between them to keep her warm.
As Alandra drifted off, it was with a bemused smile upon her face and the final thought running threw her head, 'Huh... So this is how my first year of apprenticeship finally begins.'
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Chapter 2:
Setting up camp.
That was a month ago, a month of which, during said time she'd accepted permanent residence with the two centaurs, who had no qualms or taboos against mating right infront of their human friend, whom in turn didn't complain about it. Instead admiring them before, during, and after the lovemaking sessions, often asking questions on thoughts or other things that either might know of. Although more often then not, she ended up asking Honey intimately based questions, and as such her knowledge of the realm of passion blossomed impressively.
At the end of the month in which she'd settled with the two centaurs, Oorstal himself, showed up. He waited patiently for Burtan to arrive, then explained that Alandra needed to start at her post soon. Which required he give the final extra adjustment to the young woman. "Honeyheart, you recall what it was, of course. If I leave the charm and reagents required, will you do it? I would myself, but, I've business to attend to elsewhere, rather urgent infact." Honey hummed thoughtfully, leaning into her stallion, murmuring to him in thought. When the duo finally nodded, Oorstal bowed, pausing to place a kiss upon Alandra's forehead first, then departed.
Alandra eyed the things that the Highmage had left behind, one or two looked vaguely familiar and suspicious to her. "Honey? What, exactly, is this going to do to me?" Honeyheart only smiles, leaving Burtan to chuckle his humor. "Trust me lass, it's not harmful. You may very much enjoy it even. I know Honeyheart reveled in it. Or hadn't you heard, the rumors of her time as Manabringer?" As a point of fact Alandra had heard the start of a good many dozen of them, some who were being overtly helpful supplying them without hardly being asked! But seeing as majority of them, seemed to lead towards a excessively, obscenely great amount of sex, most of which likely wasn't true or possible? She had long since quit trying to listen or learn those improbable stories and accounted any now as falsifications or outright lies. But she could never get Honey to tell any stories herself.
It was as Alandra mused, that a loud snap drew her attention, she was surprised to see most of the ingredients had vanished into a tiny pot, and was bubbling and smoking heavily. Alandra stared in curiousity, blinking as Burtan placed a heavy blanket golden pendant upon her belly, after having firmly pushed her to lean back. "Burtan? Whats going on?" He merely smiled and said rather cryptically, "Just wait and see." And so she was forced to do just that, watching and then blinks as she inhales the suddenly changed scent of the smoke. Alandra gave a long and throaty groan, nipples hardening painfully as did her clitoris, her vagina clenched with sudden need. Honey murmurs in enjoyment, getting up and brought the boiling contents to the now dazed human. "Now, for the fun part Alandra dear, enjoy the experience, it's worth every second."
With that, the mare obviously poured the contents of the small pot upon her, but instead of what most would expect, causing a injury from it being a boiling hot fluid. it struck and sizzled noisily, rapidly absorbing into the skin until only a dark stain remains. That done, Honey settles down beside Alandra, with Burtan doing likewise on the other, both centaurs began rubbing, petting, and massaging everywhere their hands roamed on Alandra. As for her, she hoarsely cried out and groans, bucking and writhing between the two powerful centaurs, her body felt on fire! Particularly her sex, where it felt like someone had made a magical flame and put it into her feminine depths, that grew hotter with every heartbeat and intensified pleasure it caused with each lick of flame. Alandra began to hump, and thrust her hips, whimpering and whining as she leans up, alternately kissing either the mare or the stallion in wanton desperation, sucking upon the mares ample breasts now and then in a sexual frenzy.
All this continued, as the flames within Alandra built and burned to a crescendo, making her give a wail that, thanks to her hoarse throat, was barely more then a loud moan to be heard. Then with a noisy splattering of feminine-juices splattering onto the ground, the heat errupted, making her wail loudly, but before she had, Burtan had claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss, while Honey had moved down to the source of that fiery heat, doing something to it that made the prior heat a tiny flame compared to a roaring inferno. Burtan broke the kiss, focusing on pleasuring her breasts, which freed her to talk. "Oh, oh, oh, Goddesses! Ho-honey? Wh-what're you doing to me?! Ungh! Oh lords and gods, stop! No.. no, no... don't stop, oh Gods and Goddesses, don't stop! Don't stop, don't stop. Oh, dear heavens, Don't stoooop! Uwwwaaaangh!!!" Alandra gave a noisy wail, arching her back as pleasure floods her body once more, before her mind became awash with deep-hearted throbs that shook her with each motion of Honey's mouth.
When everything calmed down, Honey lifted her torso, smiling coyly, with a bit of a white gooey substance upon her lower lip and chin, her cheeks bulged out visibly, before the mare visibly gulped a few times. "Mmm, I'd forgotten how unique a Manabringer tastes... Burtan fetch the mirror, will you, my dear stallion?" When gave an affirmative grunt, getting up to go get it, he briefly leaned down, licking the stuff off her chin and lip with a quick flick of his tongue. Honey snuggled up beside the big breasted and bellied human, stroking the latter with a smile upon her face, while Alandra caught her breath, giving a questioning look at the mare, which she ignored. When Burtan came back into view, handling the mirror carefully, Honey nudged her and pointed with a smile. "This, is the completion and sign of your station as the one that fulfills the role of a Manabringer." Honey touched something beneath Alandra's belly making her quiver at the delicious sensation. Then points at the mirror, what Honey held... it looked like Burtans, almost anyways...
...So, thus she was now assigned this wonderful little exhaustive jaunt, along with the seven members of the group she was now a member of and tasked with keeping "Empowered" with potent and ready mana, which her body in it's present state, supplied easily and readily in intimate fashion. Which was also why they stole regular and constant touches, caresses, or other physical and sexual contacts. The most frequent and open from the four women of the group, who two of which were presently suckling upon Alandra's nipples, the other two focused below her waist, one teasing and pleasing Alandra's womanhood with her skilled mouth, and likewise the fourth was giving oral service to Alandra's recently received erection, which manifested as her clitoris, all the more sensitive for it too, from what Honey had informed her, before she departed for her first trail with the intentionally Intimately-designed-Warden's. It was the only real bright spot about this task, the rest was tiresome and exhaustively boring and dull. Hiking around the perimiter of the Highmages tower, stopping to have friendly discussions and chats with those villages on the rims, many who gave exuberant and elated greeting's to the new Manabringer, which there had not been one for almost five years!
It was at the camp set up at the end of the first weeks jog, that she got to understand, why this task was so important. Lanapy, the eldest of the women, and leader of the group, explained to her that many nations and countries, would send sorties into Highmage Oorstals lands, purely and ONLY ever friendly engagements, to not only test their men (or women, even some with questionable genders such as Alandra herself) but give the Manabringer and his/her warriors something to practice doing, if the unforgiveable event ever happened that the Tower and it's environs were ever assaulted. "So, then why aren't they? Surely some nations or kingdoms have proven they could best Oorstal Highmages defenses?" Alandra asked after getting most of the prior explaination.
One of the three men, Talor, she recalled, chuckles as he sat down beside her and began to give her affection, one hand lavishing attention upon her far breast from around and behind her and the other her belly, which she readily leaned into him for silent encouragement. "Aye, a'many could and can. But, think of the outrage that'd cause! Eradicating a peaceable and always neutral and never hostile faction? It would be the end for whoever made that terrible error." Alandra nodded, quivering when one the other two men, finished with his chore of collecting water, settled down infront of her, leaning down out of her range of view to pleasure her into hardness. Talor continued talking, while Alandra was frustratingly distracted in a enjoyable method. "Besides, who wants to harm a small faction, who prides themselves on testing your best military units? Rewarding, not only winner, but loser alike, with intimacy and kindness? There's actually a Tally roster a forthnight full of supplicants, for a audience of attendence to be granted such rights for a sortie against us, for those who desired to test themselves against the Highmages training forces, when they learned a new Manabringer was being trained and made." Lanapy chuckled and looks at the two men with Alandra, pointing a wooden laddle at the trio. "Aye, and you'd do best to remember we are on duty tonight. I was notified by that last village, a sortie has been attended and accepted."
The group nodded, settling in for the night. Talor and the other man, whom she later learned to be his twin brother, Kalor, joined her. Kalor resumed orally pleasuring her now erect member, taking his time in doing it. Talor, on the other hand, wanted to be serviced himself, kneeling by Alandra's head and stroking her hair, his own erection eager and ready. Alandra shivered and blushes as she stares at it, timidly touching and grasping it, glancing up at Talor's chuckle. "First time, eh?" When she nodded, he gave a kind smile, gently cupping the back her head, and guides his member to her mouth pressing it softly to her lips. "Feel what he's doing down there?" She nodded and shivers, inhaling the mans scent and moaning at the others doing, the group of warriors that protected her, are all very well and nicely endowed, a good bit above average infact. The men for example, varied with erections from nine to eleven inchs, and easily two inchs thick across. So the member rubbing her lips was a impressive specimen to say the least!
Talor was patient and gentle though, willing take his time teaching her and explain things. "Feel how he has his lips pulled over his teeth? That's so he doesn't scrape you with them, a unpleasent thing, I assure you." She shivers and sighs nodding, licking the musky, and clear fluid off Talor's tip, making him quiver. "N-now... you know how you enjoy those, magery ice treats? That the vendors put those flavored syrups on?" Another nod as she nuzzles the helmeted tip of his member. "Mmm, well, thats how you treat a mans member, or if you prefer more baser terms, his cock, or dick. Ready to give me a try Alandra?" She hesitated, shudering at a particularly hard suckle from the other man enjoying himself pleasuring their ward. She took a nervious breath, then opens her mouth, putting her lips over her teeth when Talor reminds her, and took his dick into her mouth.
She held the tip there, exploring how it felt and it's shape, filling her mouth quite full. She glances up at Talor, who smiles and gave her an encouraging nod, stroking and petting her hair soothingly. Alandra watchs him, as she gave him a firm suck upon his head, getting rewarded with a thick spurt of that musky fluid, as well as a soft sigh and moan from him. "I-if your wonder, that clear fluid males and also now that you make and put out there, is for lubrication, or so I'm told by the Mages who've study the workings of a body. Hmm, easy Alandra!" His sudden exclaimation, was due to how she'd suddenly gulped more of his shaft in, and upon finding it gave her little trouble, adjusts her mouths position, and mimicked the other mans gesture. Swallowing Talor's cock boldly to his hilt in one smooth gulp, with only a brief first-and-last gag. Talor groans and clenched his fists on her shoulders, shudering as she held his cock to the hilt, her lips kissing his groin. She gave a unintended swallow, and earned a noisy groan from Talor.
Grinning at the noise he made, she made another swallow, starting to suck upon him, then pulling off him, but upon reaching half-way, plunged back down on him. She settled into a comfortable and good rthyme, matching the other man almost move-for-move, making Talor pant and moan his approval as she alternately sucks, licks and swallows him. So it wasn't very long, before she tensed up, loosing her load into the mans mouth, and Talor with a throaty gurgle of pleasure, followed suit. But caught Alandra when she had taken him deep again, surprising her at the liquid that fills her throat, forcing her to make rapid gulps, until Talor withdrew, filling her mouth and making it easier for her to keep going. After they are done, the two nearly identical men laid down and cuddled her from left and right sides. Talor laughed breathlessly and kisses her cheek. "Congratulations. Lady Alandra, you just gave a man your first ever blowjob. Thank you grandly, for the honor!" With that said, they went to sleep, Alandra unashamedly grinning, she murmured to them, getting a final cuddle before they drifted off. "I could certainly get used to doing this Talor. Get used to it indeed." With that, she fell into a happy sleep, all but purring her contentment.
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Chapter 3:
Ambush... Failed.
A good thing that Lanapy mentioned it, the fact they had been finally set for a Sortie against a testing faction, and that the group had been keeping well charged of mana on the enchantments upon them too. For they had forgone the next nights usual intimitacies, and not a moment too soon! A large group, ten or fifteen strong of amazonian sized women, charged into the camp, making chaos. Alandra, in her fright and inexperience, fled the battle. Leaving behind a frightful den, she wasn't sure if it was just one those faux-battles Lanapy and Talor had mentioned, or some awful and truly bloody conflict.
As such, Alandra quickly finds herself a good distance away, just able to hear the conflict at the camp, when she sees a figure stand infront of her. It was hard to tell whom is more surprised, the Amazon or Alandra? The Amazon in question though, had appearently not taken so wonderfully to the enchantment to augment the body, this woman, clearly made a hermaphrodite (As all the Amazons of this sortie group were) not not like Alandra herself, who's clit became her cock, the Amazon's had a scrotum and impressive erection lacking the normal helmet of human men, however where the other Amazons were otherwise towering examples of feminine might and power. This one wasn't, and lacking the endowments of even Alandra or even her Amazon sisters,
Alandra flinched when the Amazon makes a desperate attempt to call for assistance, making Alandra do the only thing she could think of, which also happened to be something playful her wardens had been teaching her, for those rarer lovers who liked it a bit rougher then most. Thus Alandra grabbed the startled Amazon by the nape of hir neck, yanking hir down onto hir knees, then with both hands upon hir head, forcefully thrusts into hir startled and open mouth. The pair went rigid, Alandra getting a exciting jolt of pleasure, while the poor Amazon, was jolted dumb with pleasure, groaning about the thick red-fleshed erection stuffed down hir throat. Alandra pants heavily, grinning ear-to-ear at the weirdly intoxicating sensations.
Alandra then gave a growly demand to the Amazon. "Get on your feet!" When the Amazon amazingly complies immediately, remaining bent over, hir mouth still kept flush to Alandra's crotch, Alandra giggled fitfully in disbelief. Then glancing nerviously back at the campsite, still quite disconcertingly noisy, looks forward in thought. Making up her mind, she walks forward, forcing the Amazon to walk backwards as shi was.
A few hours later, Alandra found a run-down cabin, getting inside with the Amazon. It'd been a maddeningly difficult, and yet also incredibly challenging and fun jog to get here. Several times during the travel, she'd had to stop when the Amazon stumbled to a halt, beginning to regaining hir wits. Which forced Alandra to fuck hir mouth until she filled it with multiple gushes of precum that seemed to work in numbing hir thoughts for a time, until she learned after the third time of having to do that, to tap the magic in herself, along with the mana being charged in her body excessively as the Manabringer. Releasing the two together forced the Amazon into mindless submission again for a far better and more pliant duration. That had been five 'Submissions' ago, before Alandra found this place, where she'd let the Amazon collapse exhaustedly, while she herself felt brimming with energy and no fatigue.
Alandra, turned to look thoughtfully at the Amazon, then sauntered over to hir, having a enticing and intriguing thought in mind. Standing before the panting Amazon, her cock drooling pre-cum on hir breasts, making the Amazon purr softly. "Get up, take my dick back into your mouth, and you suck it. Until I either, tell you to stop, I stop myself, or I cum into you." Alandra watches with giddy and impish satisfaction. The Amazon gets up onto hir knees, kneeling before the standing woman, kissing the erection redly aroused cock, then takes it into hir mouth, swallowing it to the ample hilt in one go, then began hungrily working it like shi was starving, surprising Alandra into a gasp and trembling. She'd only had experience with the gentle and slow nursings of her lovers and wardens, but this, this was a whole other thing entirely! Alandra groaned and mewled her delight, panting and blinks patting the Amazon. "Ma-make me cum hard, if that means you have to go slow, do it." But to her delight and further pleasure, the Amazon didn't slow down, going harder infact, sucking and gulping her so hard she thought the Amazon might suck her cock right off!
It's as the voraciously working Amazon throat works her over, that Alandra notices a familiar and building heat, noticing as her orgasm got ever and swiftly closer, so to did that sensation that heralded the change that gave her that clitoris-turned-cock in the first place. Alandra began grinning like a idiot, rubbing and pawing her belly as she groans and cries out lustfully in pleasure. When of a sudden she threw her head back and screams in pleasure, the Amazon gagged audibly, but held onto her hips tight, as Alandra floods the herms belly, surprising her when she felt something growing against her legs, she turns sideways, the Amazon keeping firmly kissing her groin, and stared at the herm blowing her dick. The Amazon's belly was expanding! Filling so drastically it bulged, already touching the ground and still growing ever larger!
Alandra gapes in amazement, watching as the Amazon had to adjust position to keep her cock in hir mouth, forced to roll forward onto that expanding belly, which finally stopped, a match to her own in size, but far less solid in shape, being very much like a beachball sized waterballoon. Alandra didn't even register how the light tingle that'd been making the Amazon submissive and plaint, had when she orgasmed become a heavy tingle of sensation. Alandra steps back, blinking as her cock slide free of the Amazons lips, allowing a strained groan to escape the herm, who had obtained hir sisters figure now, albiet it was spoiled by that wobbly and fluidly bloated belly. "M'lady Manabringer, You've grown your own balls now." Alandra blinks and looks at her in disbelief. "I have? Are you... Sure?" she then jumps when the Amazon fondles her, feeling up the heavy and weighty dragon-sized testicules for her, hardly feeling more then a feathers weight to Alandra, as proof of hir statement.
Alandra gave a flustered and bewildered huffing, feeling them herself, noting how tight they are, then eyes the Amazon. "Uhmm... What... what is your name?" The Amazon smiles, cum covering hir from hir mouth to hir belly. "My name is Sasahtahoni, but those beyond my Amazonian sisters, M'lady, may call me Sasha. Unless M'lady Manabringer wishes another name?" Alandra waved off the offer and frowns at her. "I wonder what happened to you...?" Sasha laughs softly and answers, although Alandra had meant it as speculation alone. "Your magic, the Manabringer power, and my Amazonian sisters magic, all clashed together. That is the most likely possiblity, I think. Would the M'lady Manabringer like to use me again? I feel and am sure I can handle much, much more then this, more then this by a few hands." Alandra lifts her brows with interest, intrigued by the offer.
She looked the Amazon over, murmuring as shi fondles her heavy balls. "Are you sure Sasha? I'm not so confident you wouldn't come to harm..." Sasha laughed gently, giving her balls a squeeze that makes her shuder and quiver, growling with arousal. "M'lady Manabringer, I would enjoy nothing more. Here, have me as you desire!" Shi raises hir hips, putting that powerful butt into the air, making a enticing and extremely tempting offer that began to excite Alandra the more she looked at it. "Al-alright Sasha. You want more of me? We'll see just how much more you can handle, but you will tell me if you cannot take anymore." When the Amazon nodded acceptance, Alandra stalks around behind the Amazon, who began to tremble in anticipation. Alandra admired that upraised rear, looking at the surprisingly dark ass shi has, and that quickly soaked pussy, sporting intriguingly a layer of fine fur around it and the male equipment shi boasts. Alandra can't resist playfully fondling the Amazons equipment, surprised to find that fur actually makes a sheath around the base of Sasha's erection. That brief delay done, she places her hands upon that powerful rump, reminding her of Honeyheart's and Burtan's equine ones, "I think, I'll mate you just as a man does a woman, first." then she does as she said, nestling her tip between hir legs, then gave a hungry thrust.
Sasha squeals in pleasure, the Amazon's female sex was appearently Very sensitive, bringing a smug grin to Alandra's lips. She began to fuck her gently and slowly at first, bringing soft moans and delighted whimpers from the powerfully muscled human or maybe she's an elf? Maybe a Helf or Elf-man? Alandra can't tell, and she wasn't going to ask or care right now. She shrugged it off and settled into deep, hard, heavy pumps into that excitingly sensitive and responsive Amazon sex, groaning whenever it squeezes her. After the third time of that she got fed up with playing nice, and began pounding Sasha's cunt, making her squeal and scream loudly. Alandra pants and grins delightedly, fondling and groping her tits as they wobble and bounced upon her chest as she ruts that receptive Amazon pussy, which had by now drenched both the herm and womans balls and thighs. While her Manaswollen belly rested atop of Sasha's back, her balls back to itch and burn again, that familiar sensation and warning of approuching orgasm, that had Alandra gasping and moaning with growing want. She was going to test the Amazon Sasha's limits alright! She wanted to challenge her 'Lady'? Well she was going to get exactly what she wanted. Exactly what she'd asked for...
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Chapter 4:
You dared to... What?
Alandra, groaned and screamed, orgasming into Sasha's asshole yet again, for the third time! Having already fucked the unyielding herm in her cunt, another five times, letting hir suck her off another two, and additionally had made the rather bemusing but satisfying choice of fucking both the Amazon's titties, at least once per tit. The determined Sasha was soldiering on, gasping between gushes of cum that forced out her mouth whenever she sloshed forward, that resembled someone puking, that is... if they vomited purely cum, and resembled a few sets of kingsized waterbeds at least...
Alandra pants heavily, giggling and admiring their messy handy-work of the challenge to fill the Amazon to point of surrender and admitting "Mercy" to no avial, the entire inside of the cabin was dripping with cum, both Amazon and Manabringer were sticky and covered with it, and Alandra stood in a varyingly ankle-to-shin-deep pool, which increased to shin deep occasionally when Sasha's well-fucked orifaces surrendered another few galons. Alandra waded threw to the panting and purring herms front, squating down infront of hir and kisses hir with a giggle. "You still think you can take any more? I cannot fill you anymore without it escaping places I've already filled!" She laughs breathlessly, a bit exhausted from the thirteen ("Or was that fourteen?" she wondered) times of fucking the endearingly sweet tempered and amazingly patient and kind-tongued Amazon hermaphrodite.
Sasha croons at her, licking the womans lips and belchs up more of her cum, clearing hir throat afterward. "I would say my assertion and claim, to being able to handle your best attempts, M'lady Manabringer, are asserted and proven sound." Alandra giggles and kisses hir again, then grunts as she got a sudden mouthful of her own cum, blinking a bit and pursed her lips in amusement before swallowing the thick stuff. Sasha though, blinked at that and pauses hesitating before purring in a sultry tone, "M'lady? I may have a final place you may enjoy trying to satiate yourself in, before you cry truce." Alandra, gave Sasha a bemused look, tweaking hir nipples playfully. "Oh really? Do tell. Your lady is anxiously eager for one more valiant attempt." Sasha purred as she was kissed again, taking a moment to clear her throat again from another sloshing. "M'lady, if you would like another finaly challenge, like you had with fucking my tits? Then perhaps you'd like to try your best at fucking my cock with your own?"
Alandra raises her sticky brows, peering towards Sasha's rear-end in surprise and consideration. "Well... There's a intriguing suggestion. I hadn't even thought of that." with that said, Alandra decided, slogging towards the Amazon's rear-end again, caressing her severely cumladen and swollen gut. She arrived at hir rear, looking at hir long-neglected cock, drooling clear pre-cum into the white sea beneath it. Alandra admires the amusing contrast and view, before stroking it, making her Amazon lover gasp and growl, then grasps her own, guiding them together and rubbing the tips together, she debated the two erections, hers was a bit bigger, but with a wider tip, while the Amazon erection was only somewhat smaller and sported a tapered phallus. Which posed a trying dilemma, if she attempted to just thrust it in, as she had in hir many other fucked holes, nipples included. She had no doubt it'd be her cock getting stuffed and fucked, not the Amazon's, which she couldn't really complain about the idea of, it was deliciously enticing.
In the end, Alandra works her thumbtips in, and spreads the somehow, like the rest of the Amazon, elastically made flesh, then lodges her own tip in, and began to slowly thrust in, once she had her phallus into Sasha's she removes her thumbs, instead taking ahold of both erections. Then with a low growly-moan mimiced by Sasha, began to slowly thrust into the other cock. Sasha mewls and growls hir enjoyment and pleasure, while Alandra grunts and moans her own, wedging her cock into the Amazonherms until the head squishes warmly up against her sex folds. "Uhmph, haa-haa, Ugh, I do believe, this the last try, lovely Sasha." She groaned and murred, taking hold of hir cock, and began to fuck it in a moderately fast pace, while stroking and pumping hir dick, taking her time so they can enjoy this last round of lovemaking.
As the duo grew more vocal, the sun began to rise, lightening the cabin, giving a sparkling quality to all the fluid within the cabin. Sasha began to make the loveliest chirping and mewling sounds in growing lust and pleasurable need for orgasm, while Alandra makes more feral growls and hisses that'd done a wolf or big cat credit. Faint voices began to also be heard, much to the pairs dismay as Sasha whimpered wantonly, "Hu-hurry, M'lady, oh do please, hurry, hurry Lady Manabringer! I want this last, it feels grandly fine! Swiftly now, before they interrupt you!" Alrandra grunts and snarls in acknowledgement, abandoning her prior gentle and patient loving, and set to a lustful feral rut, hips swiftly humping as she pumps into the keening and yipping Amazon's cock. Then with a gurgling scream on Sasha's part, and a squealing cry on Alranda's, the duo orgasmed, although it's only Alranda that finds relief of both her male and female sides, Sasha had to settle for hir female orgasm, while hir male side was prevented and backed-up, as the womans cock errupts galons of cum up the Amazon's own erection, bloating and engorging hir balls as hir breasts had been hours ago, but to the audible enjoyment of both lovers.
And thus was how the two frantic parties found the embraced, but parting duo. Oorstal was at the lead of both a sizeable number of Amazons, and the combined numbers of the Wardens, and the soldiers of his tower. When they entered the cabin, Oorstal immediately had the Warden's get the soldiers to set up a nearby camp and perimiter, the the lead faction of Amazon's having a leader of each group join him and the Warden's who looked at the scene in the cabin, Alranda having settled down by Sasha's head and dozed off, nestled against the Amazon. What surprised the search party leaders, was the happy and content smiles on the two "Missing" individuals faces.
Oorstal, hesitated as he eyed the gooey mess coating the legs of all those at the door, the area around the cabin for a full yard covered in steaming and musky cum. He again glanced in at the pair, now sleeping soundly, but lightly. "Alright... Your Majesty, as you can see, we have found both ours. They are... Safe, for the meantime. Let us go and get some rest, leave them in peace, and wait until we can receive some, proper, lucid, answers?"
...In point of fact, they had to wait three days and a half-day. Two for the area to dry sufficiently and be cleaned adequitely. One, the first day, for the pair to recover enough to even be aware or be interested in discussions.
Oorstal, along with the Amazon's Princess and envoy, sat with only a couple more of the Amazons, watching the pair, who in turn watched them. A few Amazon's had a black-eye or two, or a mana-burn from a surprisingly zealously protective and possessive Alranda. Who nestled atop of the, still rather heavily bloated, Sasha. Glowering at the group challengingly. "Alranda, honestly, you should know better. You are still but a mere Apprentice! And as such you cannot keep the Amazon's sister from them. You've little right or claim of superiority to stand upon." Alranda rolls her eyes at him, surprising him at the disrespectful gesture. "I'm Not letting her go. If your Majesties don't like it? Tough-titties. I want hir, and I want hir to stay, with me!" Sasha kept hir eyes closed, refusing make eye-contact with the others. It was the Amazon princess to speak next. "Sasahtahoni, Forest-Sister, open your eyes and address your ruler-to-be." Sasha kept hir eyes firmly closed, shaking hir head just as firmly. The Amazon Princess glances at Oorstal in frustration, then sighing, turned her gaze firmly onto Alranda, making her stiffen.
The two locked gazes challengingly for long minutes, before the Princess finally smiles and sighs in reluctance, saying gently, "Please, Lovely Manabringer, will you not encourage my sister to parley with hir fellow sister? At the very least, a sister?" Alranda watches her mistrustingly, then with great and heavy reluctantance, crawls forward, kissing Sasha's ear and bringing a smile to hir face, which the other Amazons instantly note and murmur among each other, although it brought a tug to the corners of the Amazon Princess own lips and widening of her eyes. When, Sasha slowly opened hir eyes, the others were still and impassive again, however, the Princess kept that vague smile.
The two Amazon's stared long at each other, twice as long as Alranda and the the Princess had. But, again, it was the Princess who spoke, but in gentle and happy tones. "You smile, Sasahtahoni...? You, who've known a millenia-young? and yet many a Forest-years to roam to you?" Sasha hesitated, but nods, then nods again. "Not-could sisters, even with the ever-growing-and-falling leaves of our home jungle, bring what this lived-short and woman-grown, who lives as the Manabringer this day, has brought upon me in the time of a hunt-training." Sasha gazes up at Alranda, who was watching the other Amazons with a determined and predatory watchful gaze. Sasha then smiles, a broad and happy thing, that brought wrinkles upon the seemingly unblemished face.
The other Amazons' gasped, stunned and amazed, staring in disbelief, uttering repeatedly Sasha's name 'Sasahtahoni, Sasahtahoni, Sasahtahoni' in rapid repititions. Their Princess finally gave a small smile of her head, looking with equal happiness upon her face. "She-Who-Won't-Smile, smiles at last... To think it took us but one walk, beyond the edge of our jungles, for that one day now passed... Sasha?" That brought both Amazon and Manabringer to focus on the Princess, who'd stood and approuched, kneeling down infront of her Amazon-sister, looking at her eye-to-eye. "...Mother will miss her wayward child." Sasha blinks several times, then began crying and smiles again, bowing her head. "I am happy. I smile now. I dance openly." The two sisters kissed gently, speaking one last line in perfect unison. "We Sing Together in Joy!"
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Chapter 5:
Good Tidings, Well Wishes, And a New Family...
Some several weeks passed, in which in the first weeks time, Sasha was drained of most the trouble-causing spunk from the vigorious lovemaking of the two herms, although shi stubburnly refused to let it all be removed, keeping a generous amount within hir body, still visibly swelling hir impressive breasts, belly and even balls full to be gradually digested by naturally course of time, with exception what remained within hir breasts and balls. Alranda, settled happily and perfectly into the role of Manabringer, as well was (rather troublesome on regular occasion) taken fully under Oorstals wing as full Apprenticed-Adept, taking three weeks out around the perimeter of the Highmage Tower in her roll as Manabringer, and two weeks in as Apprenticed-Adept with her centaurs and Amazon lovers, claimed and joined together with all three, by 'Herd' terms for the centaurs, as 'Sisters' and honorary brother for Burtan on part of the Amazons.
Thus it was the last day the Amazon parties were preparing to leave, with the Princess softly talking with Oorstal, when Alranda approuched with her sister-herd. Oorstal and the Princess looked at the foursome curiously. Alranda was severely ablush, trying hide behind her lovers. Sasha grinned and eyed the ducking Manabringer, turning back to Oorstal and hir sister. "Majesty-sister, Sire Highmage." Shi bowed to them both, having a bit of difficulty for some reason, Honey giggled and nudges Burtan to keep Alranda between her and Sasha as they approuched the duo, the Amazon and centaur mare agrin, all but ear-to-ear with some unspoken news.
Oorstal and the Princess glance at each other worriedly then looked down at Alranda, who flushed even deeper. "Alranda? What's this now? Why do you blush like a ever deepening rose, might I inquire?" Sasha and Honey laughed heartily, while Alranda smiles sheepishly. Sasha all but cackles, while Honey bowed this time, barely understood as she has fits of giggles. "Amazon Majesty, Highmage Oorstal, we bring you grand and wonderous news!" The grinning pair looked at each other, then down at the shorter human Alranda, before they suddenly knelt down, kissing her on both cheeks while trapping her in a happy hug, while Burtan smirks and bends down to pinch her sharply on the ass. Altogether it makes her squeal and finally burst out with three simple words, followed by five more stunning ones. "I'm pregnant! So are Sasha and Honeyheart too!"
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The End!
...Or is it?