A Scandal of a Magical Sort Ch. 09

She simply nodded as she pushed herself up enough to place her breasts over the seat of the chair. Letting them squish against the surface, they were nearly big enough to touch his thighs, despite spreading his legs. He took his cock and patted it against his cleavage.

"What are you waiting for, slut?" At his question, she leaned forward, pushing her breasts together to make a pocket of furry flesh, and slotted his cock into it. Mels couldn't help but moan in satisfaction as her giant, pillow-like breasts engulfed his dick. Despite its length, only his head managed to poke out of her cleavage as she settled her bust onto his lap. She wabbled them back and forth, effectively massaging his prick with her soft tits.

"How do they feel, daddy?" she asked softly. He smirked down at her, looking into her purple eyes. She was slipping, but Mels was fine with it.

"You can do better," he said with a grin. She nodded, and with effort, began to bob her breasts up and down his shaft. They would make a satisfying "plap" sound whenever they would land in his lap. Mels enjoyed both the sight and feeling of her breasts practically melting around his cock and between her talons.

"Faster," he commanded, and with a cute grunt of effort, she squeezed her breasts tighter. The resulting flesh pocket felt as warm and tight as a pussy, and as she quickly jerked her tits up and down, he felt himself began to leak pre. With the head of his cock pocking up through her breasts, she watched as his leaking head spilled onto her and into her cleavage. She looked up to him, eyes half-lidded, silently asking him for a taste. He nodded in approval, and she eagerly attacked his top with her tongue, loudly savoring the pre on her lips. She continued to do so for seemingly minutes on in, drinking from his cock as one would a spigot, all the while rapidly stroking his cock with her bust.

Mels let his head bang over the back of the chair, staring up at the ceiling in pure bliss at her ministrations. He moaned in approval of the way she would work his shaft and tip with her breasts and muzzle respectively. At this point, he was as hard as steel and the pressure in his crotch was quickly building. Though he felt he was still well away from climax, he felt he was approaching it too quickly.

"Stop," he commanded, lifting his head. Aylala obeyed, freezing in place with her lips still on his tip. "Let me stand."

Reluctantly, she pushed herself back, letting his dick flop away from his cleavage and mouth, kneeling before him, and allowing Mels space to stand.

"Did I, like, do good?" She asked, a talon to her lips. "Did I earn your cock, daddy?"

"Mmm, I think so," he said casually. "Crawl to the bed."

With a giddy nod, she began to do so. Mels let her in front of him, allowing himself a view of her wide, wobbling rear, which was exposed due to her dress bunching around her waist. She was wearing thin, frilly lingerie, and he couldn't help but notice how its crotch was damp. He leaned down to spank her right cheek, causing her to squeak. She continued to crawl forward as he undid the rest of his robes, as well as undoing his hair tie, letting his dreads hang as they finally reached the foot of the bed.

"On your back," he said as she pulled herself onto the blankets. "Head towards me."

She followed his instructions to the letter, and he gorged himself on the sight of her breasts settling on her sides, jiggling as she got into position.

"Gorgeous," he said under his breath, though she must have heard as she wiggled back and forth, smiling up at him. He reached over her to undo the rest of her robes, leaving her in only her tiny lingerie as he tossed it aside. Grabbing ahold of her soft belly, he pulled her up the bed far enough for her head to hang over the edge. He supported her head as he squatted down, leaning in beside her head.

"Tap my leg twice if it's too much," he whispered. With a nod of confirmation, he stood back up, taking his still-hard cock in his hand, and smacked it against her face.

"Ready?"

"Please, Mels! Just fuck my face already!"

Mels chuckled as he pressed the tip of his cock against her muzzle, allowing her to kiss and suckle on it. She parted her lips, allowing his cock into her mouth. About two inches in, gave a few testing thrusts into her mouth, and she moaned around his cock as he did so. Taking a small step forward, he pushed another three inches into her mouth, stopping when he hit her throat. He took a deep breath, as he admitted to himself that this was the first time receiving a blowjob this way, proceeding with caution. He was on the cusp of just submitting his mind and body to the holy fire raging inside him. Looking up, he saw Aylala, using one hand to rub herself furiously beneath her panties, and using another to pinch and twist her nipple.

For whatever reason, the arousing sight convinced him, and he went to stroke her face in comfort. She cooed, still holding his cock in her muzzle, as let himself succumb to his raging inner flame. He remained silent as he leaned forward to place both hands on her tits, using them like handlebars as he took another step forward. With a grunt of effort, he fed his cock into her throat, slowly pushing in until he felt he felt her lips against his crotch. He stood still, groaning as her warm, tight throat constricted around his cock. He waited for a response from the owlith, but she could only gurgle and moan as she continued to rub her lips.

Taking the hint, he slowly pulled back, watching as the bulge in her throat disappeared, until his tip was all that remained in her mouth. Looking down, he saw Aylala's doe-like purple eyes looking up at him and watched as he nodded slowly. Planting his feet, he thrust his entire cock down into her throat. She squealed, and Mels looked up to see her legs twitching as he orgasmed. With renewed energy, and emboldened by his holy stoicism, he began to thrust into her throat, taking long but forceful strokes. With each thrust, he would cause Aylala to squeak and gargle, and he could feel saliva bubbling around her mouth. He looked down to see it dripping onto her face and into her eyes, which were rolling back into her head.

As he felt himself approaching climax, he adjusted his footing, switching to short but fast thrusts against her face. As promised he fucked her face like a pussy, and twice she would squeal around his cock two more times as she continued to rub out orgasms. His body was growing numb as the pleasure built and built to peak, his thrusting hips becoming an automatic process.

He just managed to wrench his cock from her throat, and with a few jerks, he came. He grunted as he let his load cover her place as she gasped and sputtered, catching her breadth. After several seconds, with one last weak spurt, he stumbled back, absorbing the whole scene. Aylala's belly raised and fell as she caught her breath, her face a mess of saliva and cum. Her eyes met Mels' and she couldn't help but giggle at his stoic expression.

"Was I good daddy?" she said weakly, and he nodded in response. Still a bit numb from pleasure, he looked down to see that he was still hard. He took a deep breath, stoking his inner hearth as he stepped forward.

"Face the wall," he said, and Aylala beamed, rolling onto her front. Her renewed energy and enthusiastic bouncing as she turned around again betrayed her, but Mels ignored it.

"Ready when you are, Melsie!" she said, her voice a bit hoarse as she wagged her ass back and forth. Mels got on his knees behind her on the bed. He traced a finger along her hips, giving her plump ass a few playful smacks. He pulled her panties down to her knees, using his other hand to aim his cock at her pussy lips.

Though he was still sensitive, he was able to plunge his cock all the way into her thanks to a generous coating of her throat slime. Her ensuing squeal encouraged him to begin pumping into her.

"That's it, baby, just like that!" she said as she rested on her elbows, allowing him to shift her whole body with each thrust. He quickly found a rhythm, filling the room with wet, fleshy smacks, adding the occasional spank, enough that her bubbly flesh began to redden, even beneath her fur. Mels could feel that he would not last as long as before, but he was satisfied when he felt her walls tighten around him as she came again. Aylala falls forward onto her face, allowing her tongue to fall out her mouth, staining the blankets with her facial.

"Fuck!" she moaned. "Cum in me Melsie! Cum in my pussy!"

Whatever twinge of reluctance he felt was quickly overwhelmed by his building pleasure, and he let go of all control he once had as he came for a second time that night. Per her instruction he fully hilted inside of her, filling her pussy. Though weaker than before, his load was still big enough that he felt his cum pour out around his plugged cock. Looking down at Aylala's body, he once again met her gaze as she smiled up at him.

All of his built-up exhaustion slammed into him all at once. He let his limp cock fall out of her pussy and he collapsed beside the owlith into his afterglow. His whole body was numb with fleeting pleasure as Aylala moved onto her side, facing Mels. Despite the strands of semen and saliva smudged on her face, she looked at him longingly as she caressed his face, but he couldn't help but chuckle.

Not knowing what else to say, he apologized. "Sorry. For cumming on your face I mean."

His statement caused her to giggle as well. "You need to learn how to stop apologizing, baby," she said. Fully removing her panties, she slowly got up from the bed and retreated to the attached bathing room. Mels looked on from the bed, watching as a few strands of his load dripped from between her thighs. He relaxed as he listened to her get up, letting his eyes rest.

He heard as she stepped back into the room, pulled the blankets from underneath him, and got into bed with him. When he opened his eyes, he saw Christi looking back at him, her own still purple.

"So tell me," he began softly. "Was that a new scriptomancy spell Aylala taught you?"

"Nope! You can thank Princess Jaclyn for that!"

Mels raised an eyebrow. "Jaclyn?"

Chirsti's eyes shifted silver. "Queen Odeli's youngest daughter. I met up with her before the party, and she gave me a changeling potion."

"I'm guessing it allowed you to turn into our darling Owlith mentor?"

"And you can't get pregnant, interestingly."

Mels found himself shifting uncomfortably at that statement. "And she was okay with that?"

Purple eyes. "Oh, totally! In fact, she offered to come up here herself! But she, like, thought you wouldn't be super cool with fucking her brains out."

Mels broke eye contact, embarrassed. "I guess not."

Christi cuddled in close, looking up as her eyes shifted back to silver. "Were you alright with this, by the by? I supposed I never asked."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, the last time fucked someone else, you hesitated. And I didn't want to say anything, but you seem a bit hesitant tonight too."

Mels thought back to her conversation from when they were dancing. That empathic ability she described, she must had some control over it tonight, recalling the prying feeling he felt in his mind. Guilt pricked at his skin, not initially trusting in his lover.

I should let her in.

"Christi, ever since I've confessed, I've felt myself ceding control to you, and I've been happy to. But I felt as though I did not know what I wanted. I know YOU want me to be more dominant, and when I lose control, I can be." Mels paused to read her expression. She was listening intently, looking up at him with concern and understanding. "It's not just the confession. Since I've left Kelna, I've seen and done things I've never done before. It's been amazing and a little terrifying. And I think it unnerved me. My confession, my love for you, it's been a guiding pillar for me, and I don't want to lose that. But at the same time-"

"You've missed knowing yourself," she finished. She smiled as kindly as she could, before nuzzling into his neck, her golden hair tickling his chin. As the fire in the hearth died, they held onto each other, keeping each other warm. "You don't want to go to the House in fear that, if you found yourself, you wouldn't need me."

Christi tried to hide it, but he could hear her voice begin to break, and it tore his heart asunder. He pulled her into a tight hug.

"I don't want to ever lose you," he said, kissing her hair. "And I will come with you to the House."

Christi looked up with a pink flair in her eyes. "Really?"

Mels simply nodded. "I don't want to be on the opposite side of the world to hear your thoughts. I want to be as close to you as possible."

"Close enough to be inside me, I bet?"

That made him chuckle. "I can't be afraid of what I become there. Not when I can be there for you."

The silence they shared, broken only by the crackling of the dead pyre, it felt as though he knew her, and she knew him in that moment than in the past two years. They kissed each other, sensually, with a confidence he had never felt before. When they separated, Mels savored the warmth on his lips, and he could tell Christi did so as well. He watched as she closed her eyes, perfectly content.

Until she snapped awake with wide, pink eyes. "Does that mean you're fine being in an open relationship?"

Mels broke out into laughter, realizing he had dodged the question. "As long as we discuss it beforehand."

"I'll take it!" she said, leaning forward to leave one last peck on his lips. "See you in the morning, Melsie!"

With that she encased herself in the blankets, quickly falling asleep. Several minutes later, Mels would fall asleep watching her.

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Mels walked down a marble hallway, its surface engraved with images of battle. Men and women wielded blades against writhing shadows and formless creatures. In the few days he had been here, he learned they depicted the Crusades, battles against the demonic forces that once ruled over Asisai. He tightened his cloak around him as he approached the doorway.

In the steps he took, he recalled everything from the past couple of days. When he woke that night, he remembered reassuring Christi of his desire to join her at the house, but saying that he needed to say his goodbyes at Kelna. Both she and Aylala fully understood, and they parted from Alipi, but not without him being gifted a spell, which would allow him to take a sigil pool to Silver Heights, the mountains atop which the House sat. After a few days of travel, he had arrived at the border of his home, which seemed to have frozen him in place. He remembered debating with himself whether he wanted to say goodbye to Eudosa or his parents first. Looking back on it, it was a silly fear, even more so when he remembered how Eudosa saw him from her own farm and galloped up to him.

She had squeezed his face into her immense bust, almost weeping with joy at his return. She told him that she worried for him every night, hoping nothing was wrong. Eventually, he was able to calm him down and ask for a ride to his family's farm. On the way there he had told her that he was with Christi and that he would be going away. Strangely, he couldn't recall how he expected her to react, but she seemed to take the news with grace, saying she was simply glad he was safe. The centauress, though sad that he would be leaving, accepted the bittersweet truth and was glad to part as friends, so long as he would write.

The same would be true for his parents. Even walking down this hall, a day later, he could still recall just how tightly they hugged him, wishing him all the best. They had admitted to thinking that, since he started training with Christi, he would someday leave to see the world. After a bountiful feast - as bountiful as a pair of farmers could manage, of course - and one last tearful goodbye, they watched as he cast the spell for the sigil pool. Mels held onto the memory of seeing his loving parents wave him off, filtered by the golden waterfall of light. But they were soon gone, and in their place was the snow-covered summit of Silver Heights. He distinctly remembered not feeling even the slightest bit cold, looking down at the sprawling temple that was cradled into the mountainside. And the view behind it was breathtaking.

Not as much as the sight of Christi running through the snow to embrace him was.

That was all he could recall before he reached the doors. He placed a hand on its center, taking a deep breath, before pushing through.

The inner sanctum was ringed by a perfectly clear river, eerily similar to the creek back in Mizoleta's cave. In its center was a platform of what he assumed was pure silver, as it gleamed brightly in the skylight. The walls of the sanctum were similarly engraved to the halls, this time clearly depicting humanity's victory over the demons. On the opposite side of the room, a tree with golden petals bloomed, a few of which would fall into the river. On the platform's edges sat six thrones, only one of which was occupied, by Aylala herself. She had explained that, for his swearing-in, he would need a witness, and she volunteered.

Of course, Christi did too as she bounced excitedly beside her. He continued forward on the platform, giving them a thankful look before he approached a seventh throne. Upon it sat Mother Madelyne. She had immaculate dark skin and gentle, opal eyes. Her long dark hair fell in a single braid down past her shoulder, stopping just before her breasts, which Mels couldn't help but notice was even bigger than Aylala's. She wore a long, off-shoulder gray dress, decorated with rivelets of white that contrasted nicely against her skin. It was quite conservative, but it couldn't hide her generous curves and long legs.

She was undoubtedly a beautiful woman, the kind of woman he would expect to sit at the head of the House of Sorisancta. She held an ornamental sword in her lap, watching Mels as he knelt before her.

"Melyssi of Kelna!" she announced to the nearly empty room. Her voice was husky, yet commanding. "Your arrival before me today is a gift. Not just for the House of Sorisancta, but for Asisai as well."

She stood up, wielding the sword. "You kneel not before me, but before the Lord of Silver Grass. May he see your heart as pure as silver, and bless you! Look up to me, child of Asisai." Mels did, as both are bathed in golden sunlight. "Do you swear fealty to his holy name? That you promise to not fall to the corruption of the desire in your heart but to wield your will like a sword against the forces of darkness, so that love and joy may bloom?"

Mels could feel himself emboldened by her words. To wield my will, he repeated in his mind. And a wave of certainty washed over him, as he looked to Christi, who was elated. This is what I'll be, for her. And myself.

He turned back to Madelyne. "I do."

She raised her sword, tapping the flat of its blade on his shoulders and on the crown of his head. "Then I, Mother Madelyne, the fourth reverend mother of the House of Sorisancta, bastion against evil, and Bride of Asisai, hereby dub thee a Silver Blade! Stand proudly, dear Melyssi!"

And he did. Crowned by the sunlight, he felt holy magic run through him like raging rapids. A power all his own, to define for himself. He took in the moment, savoring this wonderful truth.

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AN: After nearly two months, this story is finally done. Thank you all who made it this far, you guys are Incredible! I do have at least two sequels for this story planned, as well as some episodic short stories that will take place in this same world, with a stronger focus on the smut. I will be taking a bit of a break before I start writing again. As much fun as I had writing this, I think I burnt myself out a bit writing this fast. You could probably tell I had no editor, and it is a bit of a mess, but I'm happy with the overall product. I will definitely be getting an editor for future stories.