A Wizard Story: Esme and the Imps

Baron Fugg enjoyed gambling nearly as much as he enjoyed hunting and one evening he was in the scruffy little tavern near his scruffy little castle enjoying a game of picker with a group of locals.

"Ha!" Shouted Freddie the woodcutter, as he picked up the pile of coins from the table "that's another hundred groats I've won!"

"My, you are doing well," the baron told him, "at this rate you will clean us out."

"Pah!" exclaimed Ian the imp, "the wagers on this table are too small, let's up the ante and make it really interesting."

And so the gambling got more serious and after a while only Ian and the baron were left in the game.

"Ten thousand groats to see your cards," said Ian, "and raise you another ten thousand."

A bead of sweat appeared on Fugg's brow, he was short of money but the thrill of the game had him in it's clutches, he needed to see the imp's cards, to see if he had him beaten.

"I am short of cash, will you give me credit?" he asked.

"No," replied the Imp, "if you can't match the stake, then you have to give up."

"Is there anything I could use as collateral?" asked Fugg, "I have this gold ring. I have a prize stallion tethered outside. Surely that would suffice."

"Your wife for the night," replied Ian, "if I beat you, I get your wife for one night."

Fugg was confident that he had the better hand of cards and that his pretty young wife would not be subjected to the attentions of the wicked little imp.

"I accept," he said, "if your cards beat mine, you can spend the night with my wife."

"Deal," said Ian, "now show your cards."

Fugg put his cards on the table and then Ian the imp put his cards on the table.

"Oh fuck!" cried Fugg as he saw the cards.

"Ha ha!" cried Ian, "when can I expect her?"

The next morning at breakfast Fugg explained the situation to his pretty young wife, Esme.

"You want me to let that awful little creature maul me and slobber over me and do all sorts of wicked things to me?" she asked in a shocked voice.

"You like to be mauled and slobbered over usually," Fugg replied, "you didn't mind the king and his old chancellor doing you, did you."

"That was different," said Esme, "I offered. Now you have gambled me away to a horrible little imp."

"It's only for one night darling. Please Esme, do it for me."

"Well, alright, but you must promise to give up gambling, at least for such high stakes"

"I promise."

And so it was that one evening, later in the week, Esme Fugg, the beautiful twenty year old wife of Baron Fugg, travelled to the scruffy little house of Ian the Imp. She knocked on the door. After a few seconds Ian opened it and showed her in.

Ian had done his best to tidy the place up a bit and Esme was not too disgusted with the setting for her forthcoming sufferings.

"It's no palace," said Ian, "but the bed is very large and very soft."

Esme shivered with disgust when she heard Ian mention the bed. She felt another little shiver when she saw the lascivious look on his weaselly little face.

"Would you care to undress for me?" He asked her, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs as he did so.

Esme stood and slowly undid the ribbon that held her cloak together. She slipped the cloak from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She began to reluctantly unbutton her long grey dress, keeping her gaze away from the imp.

Ian sat on a little stool and watched the baron's wife undress. Saliva began to dribble from his mouth and he wiped it away with the back of his bony little hand. A bulge began to appear in his breeches as he sat and watched.

Esme pulled her dress from her shoulders and let it fall. Ian gasped as he saw her beautiful small firm breasts with their lovely pink nipples.

Esme took hold of her grey silk panties, lowered them to her ankles and stepped out of them. She stood up straight and Ian gasped again at the sight of her blonde bush.

"Shall I unplait my hair?" Esme asked, a note of submission in her voice.

"No," Ian replied, "A nice long thick rope of hair like that is good for hanging onto when I am riding you. Lay on the bed and open your legs, I want to see your lovely cunt."

Esme climbed onto the imp's bed and was pleasantly surprised at how soft it was. She lay on her back and drew her legs up, then she opened them, exposing her sex for Ian to see.

"Beautiful," he whispered as he gazed at her puffy outer lips.

Ian removed his clothing and stood, naked. Esme looked at him with a critical eye. He was about four foot tall, skinny with short scruffy brown hair. He had very pointed features and especially pointed ears. His body was devoid of any hair at all, even down to his total lack of pubic hair and his skin was white, not a hint of colour, as if no red blood ran in his veins.

Esme looked at his erect penis, it was about five inches long and quite thin, she would have no trouble with that in either hole, even without the lube she had applied to her ass in case of an anal plundering . His balls were the size of pool balls, and every bit as smooth. Esme could see a clear liquid seeping from the little slit in the end of his penis.

Ian climbed onto the bed. He knelt beside Esme and began to plant little kisses all over her body, starting at her tummy and working up to her boobs. He sucked each of her nipples in turn then he kissed her shoulders, her neck and finally her mouth. Esme screwed up her face as she felt the imp's tongue trying to prise her mouth open.

"Now, now Lady Fugg," said Ian, "you must let me do as I please with you. Your husband has given you to me for the night."

"I understand that, you horrible creature, but do I really have to let you kiss me? Even whores don't always kiss their customers."

"But you are no whore, my lady, you are a baron's wife, a noblewoman and I will kiss you as I like."

"I want you to understand that I am most reluctant to let you do this. You may have my husband's consent, but you do not have mine."

"Whatever," sighed Ian as he put his mouth to Esme's and tried again to force it open.

There was a knock at the door and Ian stopped trying to french-kiss Esme. He climbed off the bed and went to the door.

"Eeek!" shrieked Esme when she saw three more imps enter the house.

"Come on in," Ian said to his visitors, "we've only just started."

The three imps stood at the foot of the bed and looked at the young blonde, all three of them licking their lips.

"She is fucking gorgeous," one of them said, "I can't wait to stick my cock inside her."

"Does she do anal?" asked another, "I do hope she does anal."

"What is going on?" asked Esme, a worried look on her face, "who are these horrible little creatures?"

"Sorry my lady," said Ian, "allow me to introduce Ivor, Igor and Ivan. They will be joining me in enjoying your various orifices this evening."

"Whoa! hang on a minute!" cried Esme, looking at Ian, "no one said anything about this! I thought I was going to spend the night with just you."

"The deal was that I got you for one night," replied Ian, "what I do with you for that night was never discussed."

"Well, if you think I am going to let four of you have your evil way with me, you are much mistaken," said Esme, "I think I shall go home."

Esme started to rise but Ivor and Ivan grabbed her arms and held her down.

"Let go of me you horrible things!" she cried, "when my husband hears about this, he will have your cocks cut off!"

"Calm down luv," said Ivan, "give us a chance, you never know, you might like it."

"Open your legs again my lady," Ian told her, "let me get you warmed up."

Esme stopped struggling against the imps restraining her and relaxed a little. She spread her legs, deciding it was probably best to just get it over and done with.

Ian climbed back onto the bed and settled himself between her legs. He stuck out his very pointed tongue and probed her sex with it. Esme let out a little gasp as she felt the imp's tongue make contact with her slit.

Ian licked her out gently at first, prising her lips apart, savoring her juice which she produced in abundance, then he started to flick her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, stimulating it, making it stiffen.

"Oh shit, that feels good," she whispered, "you may be horrible, but you know how to use that tongue of yours."

Ivor and Ivan let go of her arms, she was not going anywhere now.

Igor had stripped off in readiness for action. He climbed onto the bed and knelt next to Esme. She turned her head to the side, opened her mouth and took his stiff cock inside it.

"Oh," he sighed as Esme began to suck him.

Ian's oral attention brought her off as she sucked Igor's cock, she let out a muffled squeal and her legs twitched as she had an intense orgasm. Igor pulled his cock out of her mouth in case she bit him when she came, but stuffed it straight back in after she had finished coming.

Ian moved his body up the bed and positioned his cock at her entrance, then he slipped it inside her dripping wet cunt.

"That's nice," he said as he started pumping in and out, "that's so fucking nice."

Esme increased the suction on Igor's cock and within a few seconds he gave a sigh and released a load of spunk into her mouth.

"Fuck, she's good at cock-sucking," he said as he pulled his softening cock out.

"Fuck me!" cried Esme, now her mouth was not full of imp cock, "fuck me hard."

Ian did as he was told and increased the speed and force of his thrusting. He moaned aloud as he felt his seed squirt from his cock into her cunt.

Ivor lay on the bed on his back next to Esme, his stiff cock sticking up in the air.

"Sit on this," he told her, pointing to his cock.

Esme stood up on the bed and straddled him, facing away from him. She squatted down, lowering her ass onto his stiff cock, gently taking it's length up her back passage.

"Oh yes!" he cried, "what a lovely tight ass you have my lady."

Ivor took hold of Esme's plait and pulled her backwards on top of him. He grunted as she rested all her weight on his chest and smothered his face with her hair.

Ian and Igor each took hold of one of Esme's legs and lifted them up as Ivan got into position between Ivor's legs.

"Right," said Ian, "let's try her with a bit of double penetration."

Ivan fell forward and his stiff cock slid inside Esme's spunk-filled cunt wih a squelch.

"Oh my!" cried Esme, "oh goodness!"

Esme could feel both impish cocks moving in and out of her from both directions. They had found a rhythm, as Ivor's cock withdrew so Ivan's pushed in and vice versa. Esme began to enjoy it, enjoy it a lot.

"She's lovely, isn't she?" said Ian, "she looks a lot like Ellis the elfs twin daughters, who work in Elllis's tavern."

"She fucks like 'em too," replied Ivan.

"Oh yes!" shouted Ivor as he shot his load up Esme's shitter, filling her rectum with imp seed.

"Here it comes!" cried Ivan as he too unloaded inside the hot blonde.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" cried Esme, as she approached her climax.

Ivan pulled out and he was immediately replaced by Ian, who had become erect again. Ian stuffed his cock into the spunk-bath that was Esme Fugg's cunt and began to fuck her vigorously.

"Oh yes-yes-yes-yes-YES!" she squealed as she came yet again, banging the back of her head into the face of the imp squashed beneath her.

"Get her off me!" cried Ivor, "she's fucking killing me!"

Ian kept fucking, he was in the zone and nothing was going to stop him until he had shot his load.

"I can't breathe," called out Ivor from under Esme, "help!"

"Uh!" grunted Ian as he came, putting even more spunk in the baron's wife.

Finally Ian pulled out and Esme rolled off of Ivor who was gasping for air.

"Doggy style," said Igor, "I want to do her doggy style now."

"On your hands and knees my lady," said Ian, "Igor wants you two to fuck like dogs."

Esme got on all-fours as requested. A river of spunk flowed from her cunt and puddled on the bed when she was in position.

"It looks a bit messy in there," said Ian to Igor, "do you want to swab her out a bit?"

Igor did not reply, he merely shoved his stiff cock inside the sloppy cunt that was in front of him and started to thrust.

"Do me you little fucker!" shouted Esme, "do me. I want to come."

"She's alright once you get her started, isn't she?" said Ivan.

"She's a fucking slut," said Ivor, " a filthy slut, a cum-junkie, a tart."

"Yes, do it, fuck me, aaaaah!" shouted Esme as she came again, her insides boiling, convulsing in orgasm.

"Wow!" cried Igor as he felt his load leave his body for the second time, this time filling Esme's cunt, not her mouth.

"keep her there," said Ivor, "I'm doing her in the ass again.

"You like a bit of anal, don't you?" said Ivan.

"Especially one as tight and as slippery as this one," Ivor replied as he pushed his cock in Esme's ass for the second time.

"Oh fuck!" cried Esme as she felt the imp's cock invade her back passage again. She was glad that earlier that evening she had applied some of Marlock's jelly to her ring in preparation for the fucking she was expecting.

(For more information on Marlock's jelly, please read A wizard story chapter six).

Ivor gave Esme a good buggering, he wanted to punish her for nearly suffocating him by lying on top of him.

"Oh fuck yes!" she cried as she felt the imp's meat slamming in and out of her ass, she wasn't being punished, she was being rewarded, she loved it.

Ivan sat on the bed in front of her and presented his cock to her, Esme leaned down and took it in her mouth, Ivan sighed as he felt her tongue wrap itself around the shaft and she began to suck.

Ivor gave a grunt and shot his load into her rectum for the second time, Esme tightened her sphincter muscle around his cock, trying to milk it dry.

"Oh-fucking-hell!" he gasped, "the dirty fucking bitch is wringing every last drop of seed from me, she is fucking loving this."

"Oh shit, here it comes," said Ivan as he shot a load into the back of Esme's mouth, making her swallow several times to get it all down.

"You want to fuck me?" asked Esme after she took her mouth away from Ivan's cock, "well maybe I want to fuck you too."

"So the reluctance and non-consent has gone out the window then," laughed Ian.

"Well, maybe you little fuckers aren't so bad after all," replied Esme, "now who's next?"

"I think we've pretty much run out of juice," Ivan told her, "I certainly can't manage it again for a while."

"I'll have another go," said Ian, "if I can get hard again."

Esme had a try at getting the imps stiff, she used her mouth, she used her hand but they were all spent.

"Just as I was beginning to enjoy it," she told them, "and you lot are finished. I might as well go home."

So Esme Fugg got dressed and went home leaving four very happy imps to sleep off the evening's exertions.