This is a first-time story from a first-time author who wished to remain anonymous. While it is not overtly sex and sorcery, the author confided to me that it was inspired by a scene from a Fafhred and the Grey Mouser novel, and that is good enough to me. Plus, the redhead in the story seems to be using magic to charm the main character, so there is the sorcery to go with the sex. All comments and criticisms for the author can be posted in the Comment Compendium. If you liked the story, please let the author know and encourage him to write some more stories for the Naked Blades.
Tanelin
Ye Webkeeper’s Apprentice
I was led, trembling, into a small, intimate chamber, softly lit by torches. Indolently coiled in a scarlet divan lay a stunning blonde clad luxuriantly, if not a bit transparently, in gauzy robes. Behind her stood another woman, braiding that golden hair, while at her feet sat a red head. Both of these women, unlike their mistress, were nude. In embarrassment, I looked down at my own brief, gray frock that had been given to me yesterday after having been purchased off the slaver' s block.
I was young at the time, only a girl, and had never known anything other then my sheltered life with my family. But then the raiders came and kidnapped me. Only the fact that I was still a virgin, and would therefore fetch a higher price on the market, prevented those pirates from raping me. And now I was here, in this strange, alien harem.
My new mistress, for I had know other recourse then to recognize her for what she was, spoke to the girl at her feet, saying "Sherylin, this vision of virginal beauty is my new pet, Marianne. Unfortunately, she is not ready yet to serve me. Because you have pleased me so well, I give her to you to train. Do not disappoint me."
The girl said nothing, only taking me in with her eyes as I was led up to the divan. Sherylin's green eyes fairly glowed in emerald light and at our mistress' command, reached out two questing hands to strip me of my only defenses. Pathetically, I whimpered and tried to edge away, but there was no place to hide. A gentle but firm hand grabbed me by my arm while the other reached out a finger to my face and trace the line of my cheek, immobilizing me with fear.
When I stopped moving, both hands came to rest on my shoulder and held me steady as Sherylin gazed deeply into my eyes. I became lost in her green depths, as a spell cast over me, and absently let her undo the buttons running down the front of my dress. Again those hands, so soft, so tender, were at my shoulders, brushing the dress straps away. the garment fell away to my waist, caught on my flared hips, and left exposed the pale skin of my torso and breasts. Foreign feelings and sensations began welling up as Sherylin caressed my budding bosom in an almost reverent manner. Then, with an economical tug, she pulled my dress down completely and let it fall to the floor at my feet.
This startled me out of my dream like trance and my body flushed in shame as I stood there completely nude before them. This was forbidden and sacrilege, that two women would share with each other what was meant to be given only to one's husband. It was done only by the vilest of women, and surely the power Sherylin's eyes had over me and her red hair marked her as a witch? Yet my repulsion was being buffeted by newly awaking emotions and a need to have those hands touch me again. Was I already lost to her wicked spell, or was the evil inherent in myself?
Our Mistress commanded Sherylin to kiss me and she reached out and placed my face in a firm grip and drew me closer to her so that our bare breasts were pressed together. She brought her lips to bare on mine, crushing our mouths together in frightening hunger and I kept my jaw clenched in fear to her questing tongue, which I felt probing at my lips. She broke off the kiss momentarily in order to once again capture my gaze with hers while with her hand she forced my jaw open.
This time when she kissed me, her soothing magic calmed me and she didn't need her hand to keep my mouth open. Sherylin began sucking my lower lip, bringing it into her own mouth. Playful teeth nipped at it and then she also sucked in my upper lip. It felt as if I was being devoured slowly by her hungry mouth. Her own lips, as they claimed mine, felt soft and tender, and their moistness sent signals to all parts of my body.
When the first stage of the attack had finished and she had beaten back my first line of defense, she unleashed her tongue to go deep into my enemy territory to pillage and plunder. The idea of somebody else's tongue in my mouth was a strange one but the reality was something else entirely. I could feel it as it ran across my teeth, feeling the hardened smoothness of the rows of enameled white. Then she probed deeper and found my own shirking tongue. She engaged it in a game of hide and seek in my mouth, pushing and pulling here and there. Slowly, Sherylin lured my tongue into her own mouth, at which point the urgency of the whole kiss reached a fevered climatic epoch. All this time, Sherylin's green orbs never released me, and I don't know whether I read it through those magnificent eyes, or if she possessed some other magic, but throughout the entire experience I thought I could feel the echoes of her own feelings and ardent desire mixing in with my own confused emotions.
Sherylin left me little time for reflection though; Just as the kiss ended, I felt her hands on my breasts. My nipples hardened under her erotic touches and she weighed the two boobs in her hands, apparently satisfied with the way they filled her palms. Her lips left mine at this point I was shocked to discover that I yearned for them to return. Instead, her lips kissed my eyes closed with the lightest of touches.
This time when our eyes broke contact, I didn't immediately snap out of her spell. Instead, I stood with eyes closed and face upturned in ready anticipation as Sherylin explored my with her questing mouth. From my eyes, they moved on to place a kiss on my nose and then on to my ears, where she playfully nibbled at my delicate earlobe, the moist tip of her tongue toying with an earring, my soul material possession left to me.
Now she moved down and began nuzzling at my neck. the sensation of her sucking my skin brought fleeting memories of fumbling encounters in the dark and I let a low moan escape my lips that I hoped Sherylin couldn't hear. She must have, for then she reclaimed my mouth with savage triumph and demanded, and got, total surrender of my mouth and tongue to hers again. The power of this kiss was even more frightening and demanding then the first and I could feel the strength in my legs giving; my mind screamed for it all to stop, my heart keened just as loudly for it to never stop, my body wanted nothing more then to give in completely, my will refused to surrender totally.
I was reminded again of my audience when our mistress commanded me to suckle Sherylin's breasts. Before I had a chance to do anything, the red head fixed me with another potent stare. My body tingled with desire, hers or mine?, and I let her push my head down into her cleavage. She had huge tits, each capped with a dark areola and large nipple. Her skin was creamy soft and fresh scented. I could only stand there, mouth pressed into her flesh, and froze.
"Suck her tits," again commanded our mistress but still I was frozen. A strong part of me yearned to do as commanded, to engage in the vile act of lust. Desire warred with disgust, Sherylin's control over me was stalemated by upbringing. It would take an outside force to push me over the line, one way or the other, and the silent girl standing behind our mistress provided that push. Slender arms reached from behind to grab my own and guide my hands to Sherylin's tits. No longer under my power, they glided over the creamy skin, the fingers digging in, leaving angry red marks. I was lost now, and rubbed my cheek into her bosom, cooing softly into her skin. My lips found a nipple and sucked on its hardness, feeling it roll around in my mouth. My tongue encountered it and I began exploring the entire breast with my mouth. Her skin had a slight salty taste and smelled of perfume. i moved over to her other tit and again placed the erect nipple in my lips and began to suckle in earnest.
Two pairs of hand fondled my own breasts and glancing upward I saw Sherylin and the other girl, who was still pressed up behind me, her nipples a pair of hard points in my back, were lip-locked in a french kiss. Sandwiched between them, I made those two boobs my only reality and put all my energy in coming to complete term with it.
Our mistress gave another command and I found myself being lowered gently to a cushion on the ground. Sherylin knelt down at my feet and spread my legs wide apart. A whimper escaped my lips as I realized what was about to happen; this was it. If I went through with whatever was going to happen, I knew, without knowing why, that I would be irrevocably lost to their spell, I would be one of them.
In order to hold me down and comfort me, the other girl, who I now knew as Jen, sat behind me and placed my head in her lap. With my head elevated so, I could comfortably see Sherylin as she started on my right leg. She lifted it up and ran a caressing and up and down the length of it while again capturing my eyes. Still looking at me the entire time, she bent her head down to my foot and placed the big toe in her mouth and began to suck. My feet are extremely sensitive and this tongue washing sent chills up and down my spine, reaching that forbidden part of me. I felt moist down there and a strong desire knotted in my stomach.
Sherylin continued her oral attack after completely devouring my foot by moving on to my ankle. She was using her lips to taste every inch of my skin, leaving flushed skin and her lipstick every where she went. As she moved up my leg, I began breathing more heavily and to squirm. Jen lifted me up a little bit and fed her breasts to my hungry mouth, a mother calming a frightened baby by bringing her to nurse at her tender bosom.
When Sher reached my tender inner thighs with her questing mouth, alarms went off every where in my body as I prepared my self for her intimate invasion.
A gasp left my lips as I felt her tongue probe my secret garden, teasing the crinkly fold. With a mischievous look into my eyes, she blew softly on my silken hair and even more goose pimples were raised on my tender, heated skin.
"Do you like it?" cooed Jen into my ear in between nibbles, "does it feel good?"
My body was awash in a hot red glow from tip to toe, all emanating from my vagina where Sher was still teasing me on the surface, playfully pushing at my hips that arching with a will of there own. "Oh, god! ye-eahhhhhhhssss!" I screamed that last as that devilish tongue finally pierced me to my utter core. Sher went at it even more voraciously than she did our first kiss and i was thrashing and screaming uncontrollably.
A great storm bubbled up in my fiery core and like a volcano I began to stream forth my juices. I was totally embarrassed by my reaction, but Sher floored me by hungrily lapping it all up with her impish tongue. When she latched onto my clit with her lips and teeth, I started juicing again, and would have continued screaming, but our mistress issued another command and Jen straddled my chest and then scooted forward till her cunt was flush in my face.
As I have said, I was totally lost at this point, all breeding and morality out of the proverbial window as I proceeded to devour the inner most secrets of my blond succubus. Sher's conquest of me continued as I explored this other half of saphic love and, at Jen's direction, toyed with the hard little nubbin that she called her clit. She too was soon gushing and I found the musky smell and honey to be totally intoxicating.
My training progressed like this for much of the rest of the evening. When I was finally led to my new chamber, trembling and drained, dismissed by a pleased mistress, I was no longer wondering what my future would hold for me.