Mud and Magic Ch. 05

"No. Galdor. And he chose to spend the night with me."

"Ah. That'sss why he hadn't asked me out since. Lucky you. How did it go?"

"We didn't do it yet." Rhys took a deep breath. "I'm thinking about it though. More than I dare to admit."

"You like men?"

Rhys laughed bitterly. "I should actually hate them, with all my heart. My father and brothers were bullies of the worst kind. An evil man kidnapped and raped my dear little sister. That same man did unspeakable things to Elara. What joy I have found so far was in the company -- or in the arms -- of women. But it would be terribly narrow-minded of me to not give Galdor at least a chance."

"That'sss very wise."

Rhys grinned sheepishly. "I have no idea what to do though. I don't mind the taste of seed but that's all I know about sex with a man." He shrugged and resumed caressing her legs.

"What luck you came to me then," Chassari purred. "I could teach you a thing or two." Her eyes sparkled with mirth.

"You don't find it awkward talking about Galdor while we're caressing each other?" Rhys asked, squeezing her thigh.

Chassari laughed. "Not at all. The next time the three of us will meet afterwards, it will be an even better tangle than the last time!" She withdrew her hand from Rhys' robe and rose. "Come. We need a few things for the lesson."

Rhys stood up as well and shrugged out of his robe and loincloth. Naked, his throbbing erection leading the way, he followed Chassari to a large wardrobe standing by the foot of her bed. It looked different than any other piece of furniture in the room, made from blackened metal instead of wood. Coiling, serpentine dragons were inlaid in the doors, their golden scales a sharp contrast to the matte metal surrounding them. Rows of elaborate runes went down the outer walls and the top of the wardrobe looked almost like a roof. Chassari muttered a few words and placed her palm onto a large round sigil holding the doors shut. She hissed sharply and a moment later, there was the sound of metal rods moving, rattling chains, weights dropping and gears clicking. She stepped back as the doors swung outwards. The inside was filled with weapons, from such obvious ones as long, curved swords to staves to daggers to claws. Others were so alien, Rhys had no idea what function they even served. Things with blades on chains or belts set with metal stars. Between the weapons, he saw sets of clothing, from richly embroidered robes to worn, tattered rags. Neatly arrayed on the inside of the doors were rows of phials, marked with more of those intricate runes alongside wands and scrolls.

"What is this?" he asked, bewildered. "That doesn't look like equipment for a magic user."

"I never said I am a magic user," Chassari said, grinning. She pulled a wand from a compartment and handed it to Rhys. Next came a few towels and two small phalli made from ivory. "Galdor assumes that I am one, based on some of the abilities my species is known for." She walked to the bed and gracefully slithered onto the large mattress, patting it invitingly. "I just never saw fit to correct him."

"So what exactly are you then?" Rhys placed the items next to her and slid onto the mattress himself, ending up eye to eye with the grinning serpent-woman.

"No secrets there. I am an envoy." She kissed him on the lips, her hand going straight for his rod again. "I can talk. I can spread my legs. And I can kill. Whatever the situation demands. But let's not talk about such grim things."

"Agreed."

"Ssso. What do you want to do with me?"

It was surprisingly easy. Rhys reached out, his fingertips caressing down from her neck, around one of her nipples. It was a hard nub begging for attention. He flicked it, causing Chassari to inhale sharply and redouble her strokes on him. Further down he caressed, over her flat stomach and hairless crotch, right between the protective scales. He slowly circled the sensitive opening before dipping a daring fingertip into it.

"Tonight? I will touch you. Lick you. Fuck you, if you let me. And maybe you can show me how to properly treat a certain dwarf?"

"That soundsss like a plan I can agree with." Her hand joined his, pushing his finger deep into her. She effortlessly arched her back until Rhys could lick her breasts, her hand using his finger like a small phallus. Today she smelled like apples, sweet and sour at the same time and he eagerly laved her sensitive nubs with his tongue until she came with a long, drawn-out groan. She slumped against him, panting.

"I am a greedy thing sometimesss," Chassari hissed, grinning. "But I'll make it up to you. The lesson startsss... now."

She picked up the tin and both ivory phalli, switching her position until her head rested on Rhys' thigh. He breathed hot little kisses onto her stomach.

"Wait a moment," she murmured. "There are two things you should be aware when thinking about bedding a man."

"And they are?"

"Well, the most obvious one is that men have no pussies. But they like to put their rods into hot, tight openings. Which would leave...?"

"The mouth and... oh." Rhys blushed. He then nearly jumped off the bed as her long, dexterous tongue slithered between his butt cheeks.

"Yess... The butt. I am pretty sssure Galdor would rather lop off his own hands than ambush your cute behind on a firssst date but if you are ssserious about doing this, you should know what to expect." Chassari picked up the wand with her toes and curled her leg inwards in an impressive feat of contortionism, passing the slender piece of wood to her hand. "As for the mouth... I can teach you too."

"How? You are obviously a woman." Rhys cupped her butt and pulled her close, licking her wet opening.

Chassari whispered something and touched herself with the wand. "Watch," she said, tapping her pelvis. Rhys stopped indulging her with his tongue. The scales on her mound seemed to ripple and shift, bulging outwards. At first it appeared as if a blister had formed but it soon grew outwards, into a long and slender cock with a dark head. Rhys stared at it, wide-eyed.

"Don't be alarmed. It'sss a minor feat of shape shifting, a little like what Elara does. And unlike her, I have to use an expensive magic item for it."

"What... why do you have such a thing in the first place?"

"A different outfit only goesss so far. For a real disguise, I need something which can hide my snaky traitsss. I've learned by accident that I can use thisss to only partially alter myssself. Neat, huh?"

Rhys gently reached out and touched the magically grown phallus. Chassari moaned happily.

"Does it even work?"

"Oh yesss... your hand on me isss so wonderful." She closed her lips around his rock-hard lance. A heartbeat later, her incredible tongue coiled around his base, squeezing him deliciously. Her head popped up again and she fixed him with a puzzled look.

"How come you're circumcised?" Her tongue curled around the tip and squeezed.

Now it was Rhys who sighed in pleasure. "Our old cleric, Ilva, was very firm on it. She said it would reduce the risk of infection, especially in a place like ours. Every boy around my age got done. Is that so unusual?"

Chassari answered with an unintelligible sound, her mouth around him again.

Rhys looked at the phallus she had grown. It was much like his, only without the sac dangling beneath it. In fact, she still had her pussy -- or however her species called it. He gingerly closed his hand around her rod and stroked it, copying what Chassari was doing to him. She seemed to like his handiwork, going by the excited noises she made. He wasn't so sure about putting it between his lips yet, though. He lowered his head and, still stroking Chassari's cock, licked her opening again. The moans from his crotch intensified, as did the sucking. Her pelvis rolled against his hand, slowly fucking his fingers.

"You enjoy this, huh?" Rhys asked, breathless. Her mouth had him close to the edge already.

"Yesss," Chassari sighed, her hot breath on him. "Do you want to cum in my mouth? Or shall we continue with the lesson?"

"This is a lesson?" He planted a long kiss onto her opening, his tongue darting deep into her tunnel.

"Oh yesss... I want you to familiarize yourself with a cock that'sss not your own. Your hand on me isss a good ssstart. Try kissing it."

Rhys stopped stroking, his hand near her base. Gently, his lips touched the skin of her cock. The liquid dribbling down her glans onto his fingers tasted exactly like the stuff oozing from her opening. Not unpleasant at all, he thought.

"Jussst mind the teeth," Chassari hissed. "Oh, and don't be alarmed by what I'm doing."

Rhys mustered all his courage and licked along the shaft, causing her to groan hungrily. She thrust upwards, nearly wedging her tip into one of his nostrils.

There was the sound of a tin unscrewing and a moment later, something shockingly cool slithering between his butt cheeks. Rhys propped himself on one elbow and looked along his body. Chassari smeared a generous helping of the tin's contents -- some shiny ointment - all over the smaller of the two ivory phalli. Still sucking on him, she slid the cool, hard object between his buttocks. The ointment was extremely slippery and the sensation of the fake cock -- even though it was very alien -- not unpleasant. Maybe it was his excitement talking. Emboldened, he kissed his way up her shaft, using one hand to keep her wildly gyrating hips under control while two fingers of the other were gently fucking her opening.

Chassari let him slip from her mouth, panting wildly. "If you keep this up, you won't even get me between your lips!"

"I didn't know you were that sensitive," Rhys murmured. He stroked her a little harder, fucked his fingers a little deeper into her. Chassari let out a squeal, thrashing wildly against him -- and she came, suddenly and hard. Her opening clenched around his fingers, like it had done around his cock the first time they had fucked and her cock twitched in his hand, erupting with a shocking amount of clear liquid which landed all over her stomach, his hand and parts of his face in hot, thick ropes. Chassari dug both her hands into his butt cheeks, pulled him close and trapped his cock with her lips, sucking greedily while her tongue slithered up and down his shaft. Instead of dealing with her sudden eruption, Rhys was much too busy fucking her mouth. Much too soon, he too fell over the edge, bucking helplessly against her face as his body was wracked by a mighty climax. Gasping for air, he slumped against her sticky body, his head on her thigh.

Chassari let him slip free again, giggling. "That was twice as exciting as usual, thanks to my new best friend here." Her hand shook her still erect cock.

"Sorry if I made you explode too soon," Rhys said.

"Why? We can start all over again!" Chassari licked along his shaft. "Besides, now that the worst need has passed, we can take our sweet time. Here." She handed him a towel. "If you want to clean up the worst of my juices."

"I wasn't aware you could do that," Rhys said, swabbing away at some of the stains in his hair and face.

"Told you it worksss like it should. Now, no more chickening out, sweetling. I want your mouth on me."

"Yes, ma'am," Rhys said, imitating Justicar Tegan's guards. Steeling himself, he closed his lips around her glistening tip. It tasted just like her opening, and instead of putting his tongue in her, he was putting his mouth around her for a change. Chassari had closed her lips around him too, more holding than sucking him and her tongue fluttered teasingly along his shaft. Her hands were again busy between his butt cheeks, sliding the ivory cock up and down his crack.

Rhys was too busy exploring her shaft with his lips, the alien texture of fine scales instead of skin he was used to from touching himself. He noted with delight how a lick or a suck could make her twitch and gasp.

The ivory cock changed its angle, the hard tip circling around his rear hole. Rhys froze.

Chassari released his cock. "Don't clench. Please try to relax. I am not going to hurt you, on my honor."

He stopped licking and sucking her. "You know it's a weird sensation when something tries to push in instead of out, right?"

"Yes. But like with many things -- including seeing all of us naked or fighting for your life -- it is something you can get used to." She licked along his crack, causing Rhys to shiver. "Ironically, your butt hole is much like my pleasure hole, ringed with all kinds of sensitive nerves." Her mouth closed around his tip again, sucking him quickly. He groaned, trying to push more of his rod between her lips. Chassari stopped him by closing her hand around his base. "Done right, it is very enjoyable for both participants. The one receiving has all these nerves massaged and teased while the one giving will find that particular tunnel very hot and tight."

"But... it's horribly dirty back there."

Chassari again licked his crack, the forked tip of her tongue nearly causing him to faint as it caressed his puckered hole. "It's fine. Between your washing and my ointment, it is clean enough. And we can always take a bath afterwards. Come now, relax." She resumed licking and sucking at him.

Rhys returned his attention to her rod as well, trying his best not to think about what she was about to do. Her mouth and tongue on him, her fingers fondling his balls had him purring with enjoyment within moments and he redoubled his efforts to pleasure her as well. He was much too busy, stroking and sucking and fingering her opening again, to seize up when she tried again. First, there was only a slippery, poking sensation and suddenly, the tip was in, past his anus. Instead of pushing any further, Chassari held perfectly still, allowing Rhys to adjust to the new sensation. And she had been right, damn it. Having his cock squeezed by a tight pussy was already breathtaking, but the thing in his butt was -- while still weird and strange -- even better, an intrusion he had never felt before.

He heard himself groan. Chassari, the madwoman, moved the ivory dick, pushing it further in. Rhys gasped air into his lungs.

"You sssay 'stop' the moment it becomes uncomfortable," Chassari said, withdrawing the phallus.

"Will do," Rhys panted. "Keep going please."

She did, slowly inching her way deeper and deeper into him. Rhys nearly fainted from the pleasure, especially when Chassari resumed sucking him. He grabbed her cock and engulfed it, trying to mimic what she was doing to him, stroking and licking. When she came this time, he didn't withdraw, allowing her to shoot her juices into his mouth. It was so much, he couldn't swallow fast enough. Thick ropes of the stuff dribbled down his chin.

Her hand on his ass, the one wielding the ivory cock, picked up speed. Her mouth was suddenly gone, replaced by her other hand. She fucked and stroked him at the same time, the tip of the ivory cock hitting something deep inside him which shot sparks of lust right up into his brain. He thrashed against her, his whole body seemingly on fire. And then he came, harder than ever before in his life, the release coming from the soles of his feet all the way up to his brain. Chassari pressed his jerking body against her scaly skin, his cock wedged between her firm breasts as he shot rope after rope of his seed all over her. And just as he thought he was done, Chassari pulled the phallus from his butt, leaving behind a weird, empty feeling.

Spent, sweating and fighting for breath, he forced himself on elbows and knees, turning until he could lie down face to face and look her in the eyes. Chassari's gleamed with pride. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, kissing him hungrily. He cold taste himself all over her mouth and tongue while she undoubtedly had the same experience as their tongues intertwined.

Rhys broke the kiss, gasping air into his lungs. "What did you do to me? That was... unbelievable."

She laughed. "There isss an organ in your body, right behind and above the root of your penis. When gently massaged, it causes a lot of pleasant feelings. And you look utterly devastated, with my juices running down your chin like that."

He sighed, his head collapsing against a cum-streaked breast. "I wasn't aware that sex could be this messy. Or exhausting."

"How did you like it?"

"Too early to tell. I came, obviously."

"Could you imagine closing your lips around Galdor like that?"

"Maybe. I'm not so keen on him spewing his seed all over my face though."

"Or him doing you from behind?"

"Wasn't half bad. I could get used to that." Rhys looked up and kissed Chassari again. "You are a fantastic teacher."

"Oh, that's unexpected. Thank you. Lishaka never saysss anything like that." She slithered away from him and sat up. "Come. Let usss take a bath together. There is sssomething else I want to show you." Chassari used the bell pull then slid from the bed.

"Even more? I don't think I can take much more tonight." Rhys followed her to the bathroom which was identical to his own, including the same recessed basin, wash table and toilet enclosure. Chassari opened the tap. Cold water poured into the basin. She then produced an elemental gem, similar to the one Galdor had given Rhys, from a dish below the washing table and placed it into the basin to heat it up.

Someone knocked, loud enough to be heard in the bath.

"I'll be back in a sssecond," Chassari said, squeezing Rhys' shoulder. She slipped from the bathroom. Rhys heard her talk to someone. Probably Sen. Not someone I'd want to meet right now, especially not looking like this. His mirror image was a mess, his hair caked to one side of his head, his and Chassari's juices spattered all over. As he watched himself, he noticed himself getting hard again.

A moment later, Chassari joined him, grinning. "Ah, back for more, hm?" She gestured at his rod.

"Seems like my body has other ideas than my mind," he said. "You're in the mood too?" Rhys closed his hand around her. If she had ever flagged, he didn't know.

"What can I say? Seeing Sen bent over the bed gave me all kinds of naughty ideasss," Chassari hissed. "But she hasss to wait." She sashayed over to the basin and tested the water's temperature with a toe. Satisfied, she plucked a pair of tongs from a hook near the basin and fished out the elemental stone, placing it next to the basin to cool off.

"Good. I don't think I would be up for the both of you. Not that Sen-" Rhys slid into the water. It was just below pain threshold.

Chassari placed a earthenware plate next to the basin. On it were a number of bottles, jars and pieces of soap. She picked up one bottle and poured a fragrant oil into the basin. The aroma of peaches exploded in Rhys' nose. "Yes, she already has bitterly complained about your disinterest." She joined him in the water, sighing contentedly.

"It's not that I don't like her," Rhys began. "She was a bit too aggressive for my taste. And I feel odd contemplating sex with a maid."

"I do not have such compunctions. Where I come from, servants are beholden to fulfill every wish of their master, usually on pain of death. I love having an eager mouth on call." She picked up a piece of soap and offered it to Rhys. "And I'd like your hands on me again."

"Sure." Rhys took the soap and washed her back and behind. "I feel weird having a servant around. Not that long ago and I was even below Sen's -- or Yukio's -- station."

He soaped up his hands again and washed her front. Chassari leaned into his hands, especially when he cupped and massaged her breasts. "You don't have a threesome planned, do you?"

Chassari took his hands and moved them over her stomach and further down. Rhys got the hint and washed her rampant hardness before diving between her thighs. Chassari placed one leg on the basin's edge, easily keeping balance while Rhys soaped her up. "No. I've only rung her up so ssshe could change the sheetsss while we're in here. Tonight, you're all mine. Or I am all yours. Thank you." She lowered herself into the basin again, scrubbing off the soap. "Now you."