Extract 1

 

When she felt the first pulses of cum pour into her pussy, Amber clenched her cunt and pulled him tighter with her legs. Vesti gave a cry as his cock erupted in her, each burst of cum pouring out in a spasm of pure ecstasy. He collapsed, spent, before Amber could cum herself. As he lay there, she kissed his face again; this time with gentler touches designed to relax him from the high he'd just experienced. She forced her own body to relax from its near orgasm as she let his waist go; letting her legs fall lose.

"You didn't cum yourself, did you?" he asked as his wits returned.

"No, Master. It's not my place to cum without your permission."

"But what if I want you to cum?"

"Then, Master, I'll cum for you. I'll do anything you wish, Master."

"I want to see you cum, Amber."

"Yes, Master. Do you have any preference for how I reach orgasm?"

"What options are there?"

"Master, I have a selection of training aids and play toys that you or I could use on me. You could also..." Amber hesitated and blushed, looking down.

"I could what, Amber?" he asked gently, lifting her head with his finger.

"You could spank me, Master. I've achieved full pain/pleasure symbiosis."

"You mean that's not a myth?"

Responding to the implied request, Amber rolled out from him and opened her slave pouch to pull out a paddle. She hadn't looked down, trusting the enchantment on then pouch to have what she wanted at the top of the pouch's extra-dimensional space "No, Master, it's not a myth. If you spank me hard and long enough, I'll cum from just the pain of the spanking. You could even use a whip or other implement."

Vesti took the paddle from Amber's hands. "I want to see this. Position yourself to be paddled. I want to see you cum and I want to know you've cum. I may even paddle a second orgasm out of you."

Amber leapt to her feet. "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

Amber stood with her hands on the bed, bent over at the waist. Her ass was thrust out as his cum and her pussy juices started to drip onto her legs. Seeing the evidence of his conquest on her stirred Vesti's loins and brought his cock to the beginning of renewed hardness. He hefted the paddle, getting a feel for its weight. Satisfied, he tapped it a couple of times on her ass and then let the first blow fly. There was a flare of pain from the blow and then a spreading warmth. This feeling was repeated as each blow from the paddle landed. Vesti didn't have the same skill at spanking and whipping that Amber's trainers had, so she never reached that place where the pain was non-existent; experienced only as pleasure; but she did feel the pleasure building in the afterglow of each stroke and let her moans and cries inform Vesti of just how much she was enjoying it.

She wasn't even aware that she was lifting her ass to meet each strike, though Vesti did and found the sight of the slave silently asking for each blow incredibly erotic. He had never seen a slave punished before and hadn't been sure if he would enjoy the sight, let alone the act of giving it. The fact that he did find it erotic was a bit of a surprise, though not an unpleasant one. Rivulets of fluid were dripping down Amber's legs as her body reached even higher levels of arousal. Without direct stimulation on her pussy or clit, the road to orgasm was a long slow one. Several times, Amber begged for Vesti not to stop the paddling.

If Vesti had thought that that seeing a slave aroused by a punishment was arousing to him, hearing her plead for even more, for him to not stop, was even more so. Playing with her, he would occasionally slow the pace down and relish the increased urgency of her pleas as her deep, red ass thrust itself towards him, shaking to entice him to renewed strokes. Well trained, Amber didn't look back or break her position, but her head did crane up as she let each blow soak into her like water into a sponge. As Amber's pleasure grew and became all the more apparent, Vesti's cock grew increasingly hard, preparing itself for a third bout of pleasure in this slave's body.

When she came, it was with a loud wail, her head arched forward and up as her body shivered with the intensity of her orgasm. The sight of her undulating in pleasure was more than Vesti could resist and he grabbed her, threw her on the bed, and plunged his newly erect cock into her cunt. With a passion that bordered on animalistic, the wizard fucked the slave with fast, brutal strokes; her pussy still quivering from its orgasm. Almost instinctively, his hands held hers in place above her head again, as he slammed into her pussy from her rear. In spite of his two earlier climaxes, Vesti reached his third orgasm quickly, pumping even more cum into her cunt. As Amber felt his seed enter her, she experienced another small climax.

 

 

Extract 2

 

Colrit placed the clear stone on the parchment, tapping it to activate it. The writing on the parchment was projected in the air above it. To most people, the script looked like so much scribbling. To Colrit, and any other theoretical alchemist, they spoke volumes. Colrit and Heversham were in a small room at an inn. The clan was trading at a regular stop in the Boltin cavern and would be here for several days.

The aged dwarf started his presentation. "I'll try not to bore you with the minutia, but I must include some of the calculations to explain things properly. First, this table here," pointing to a part of the projection, which enlarged itself, "shows the mana content of numerous substances over a 300 year period. I've tried to make the obviously abbreviated list representative of the different kinds of materials and substances. Now, if you look closely at these first ten rows, they represent various plant species. All of them start the burning times with very high quantities of mana. But, eight of them lose almost all their mana by the end of the burning times. Then, over the following 250 years, increase their mana to pre-burning time levels. These two that don't, that have mana levels that seem fixed, are rice and wheat, cultivated crops. That's going to be important."

Coltit ran his hand through his beard in an unconscious display of nervousness. "These next ten rows are minerals. Every mineral starts with almost no mana at the start of the burning times, see vast increases over the burning times, and then slowly lose those levels over the subsequent 250 years. There are no exceptions as far as I can tell."

Heversham cocked his head to one side. "You almost make it sound like the mana is moving between the plants and the minerals."

"Yes," Colrit answered, "it certainly seems like that, doesn't it." There was an ominous sound in the dwarf's voice; almost a dread.

"Moving on, though, look at the animals. Now, we generally don't measure mana levels in living creatures, but in the parts of them we use in alchemy. At first, there doesn't seem to be any pattern. Some creatures see an increase in mana during the burning times, some see a reduction, and others see no change. However, notice which creatures see no change."

Heversham saw the open invitation in the dwarf's demeanor, and looked at the numbers himself. Like Colrit, it didn't take him long to see it. "They're all domesticated animals; cattle, pets, yeltin."

"Exactly!" Colrit confirmed. "Domesticated animals, just like cultivated crops, show no signs of changes in their mana levels. There's one more grouping we need to look at," he added, enlarging a different part of the projection. "The various sentient species."

Heversham nodded his head. Both knew that no one ever used parts of sentient species in potions, but knowing the mana levels in a patient were vital to brewing a proper medicinal potion at times. Colrit didn't even have to point out the results. Heversham could clearly see that every sentient species maintained constant, unchanging, levels of mana throughout the 300 year cycle.

"So, what's this all mean? I mean, it's fascinating from a theoretical standpoint. Plants, for the most part lose mana during the burning times, minerals gain mana, and animals are unpredictable."

"First, you've missed something important. Mana levels are changing in the first place. The laws of magic state quite clearly that mana doesn't move from one object to another. Yes, the flow of mana within an object can produce magical effects, but the amount of mana in the object doesn't change."

Heversham's mouth opened, then closed. "That would mean that the laws of magic..."

"...are incomplete," Clorit finished. "Clearly the mana in the plants is going somewhere, and the mana in the minerals is coming from somewhere during the burning times.

"I'm no expert in magic, but the implications of your discovery are mind boggling."

"That they are," Colrit replied with a wry smile hidden beneath his mane of facial hair. "There's more, however. The timing is significant as well. It seems clear that Fron is tied into these cyclical changes in some very basic way. I believe, in some way, the red sun precipitates the changes in mana."

Heversham stared with incredulousness. "Are you telling me Fron is the source of the mana?"

"No, I don't think that's it. If that were so, I'd expect everything to see a mana increase as the burning times happened with a decrease afterwards. That's not what happens, though. Plants see a decrease while minerals see an increase. In some way, Fron sparks the exchange of mana during the burning times. The reverse, I suspect, is a return to what is, for lack of a better term, normal. What's more disturbing is the implications of the things that don't see changes in mana levels."

"I'm not following you."

"The vast majority of Destran has their mana levels changed in some way by the burning times, and by implication, Fron. What makes those few things that don't see changes different? I'll tell you what. They're all part of civilized society, that's what. They're all the sentient species, our cultivated crops and our domesticated animals. Why would we ignore what seems to be, for everything else, the normal laws of this world?"

"Perhaps that's what allowed us to develop sentience?" Heversham speculated.

"That might explain us, but what about our crops and herds? No, there's only one explanation I can imagine. We don't belong here."

"What do you mean, 'we don't belong,' Colrit?" There was a touch of hysteria in Heversham's voice as his mind tried to steer him away from the conclusion staring him in the face.

"We're not native to Destran. Sometime in the distant past, we came here, no doubt through portals, from another world. We brought seed crops, herds, everything needed to colonize another world. I wonder if we knew of the burning times when we arrived?" came the wistful speculation at the end of his conclusion.

Heversham was speechless. His face was a mask of shock, as he tried to think of something, anything, that would prove the dwarf wrong, while he feared Colrit was right.