Sex Wizards - Initiation Ch. 09

I shift a little as they get me rigged up, and am rewarded with the crop snapping against my ass in admonishment. I jump, but I learned my lesson, and stay still as Cancassi moves out of my sight. The cart shifts, and I tighten my grip on the poles as they take a seat.

They click their teeth, and I don't wait for another tap from the crop to jump to action. The cart isn't as heavy as I thought it would be - the wheels well oiled and smooth. It's no worse than a wheelbarrow, and Cancassi's weight is balanced which makes pulling them easier. The crop brushes my back, and I feel the tug of the reins as Cancassi guides me to turn.

Just like before, I fall into the rhythm of it, though I'm glad they don't make me jog. Walking, I can do forever, even with the shoes on, and Cancassi seems content to let me. The reins keep just enough contact that I know which direction I'm expected to go, and the only time they use the crop is to help guide me or coax my knees higher.

The tail swishes against the back of my legs, the bulb pressing relentlessly against that spot inside of me. But instead of distracting me, it's just another tool to keep me focused on the task at hand. A thin stream of liquid drips from the tip of my straining cock, and the sound of my own breathing is loud in my ears. I barely see the trees we pass, instead focused on the dirt path ahead of me.

I couldn't say how long we're out, but when Cancassi finally pulls me to a stop by the gate, my legs are shaking, my mouth dry around the bit. I feel Cancassi's weight leave the cart before they come around and stroke my sweaty hair out of my face. "Good boy," they purr, and I lean into the touch.

They make quick work of unhitching me from the cart before they snap the lead line back onto my belt. They pull the line short as they guide me back into the courtyard and under the shade of one of the strange willows. "Green broke and already so good," they murmur as they tie my lead line around a tree branch. "I think such good behavior warrants a reward."

Cancassi gives a strange sort of whistle. It seems to ripple through the air, and it's like I can feel it through through my whole body. I don't know what it means, what I'm supposed to do, but a second later, I realize it's not for me.

The bulb starts to twist inside of me in a deliciously familiar way. I moan around the gag and lean my forehead against the tree trunk as my tired legs start to shake all over again. The ties around my cock and balls seem impossibly tight as Cancassi's hands gently unlatch the bit gag. The harness goes next, and I'm left with my hands still bound to the belt, still tethered to the tree.

I watch Cancassi in a haze as they head over to their pack to deposit the tack. They return a moment later with a jug of water and a cloth. They hold the jug to my lips, and let me get my fill first. It's cold and wets my dry tongue and lips. I take a few big mouthfuls that make my teeth ache before pulling away.

Cancassi uses the jug to wet the cloth before sliding it over my bare shoulders. The cold water is a jolt, but not at all unwelcome. I moan as it trickles down my hot neck and back. Cancassi takes their time, humming a nice little tune as they clean sweat off of my face and chest. They're thorough too, tending to my legs as they unlace the shoes and slide them and the socks off. They move up my thighs, leaving me glistening with water before finishing at my cock.

They cup my erection, and I buck my hips against their gently teasing fingers. Cancassi takes pity on me and fondles my balls as they squeeze the five focuses snug around the base of my cock. They spark, and I can't stop a desperate little sound as I roll my hips against them. The little tie around my shaft and balls come off a moment later, and I groan in relief.

"Now this," they say as they pull me closer with a finger through my belt, "is not something that goes into normal horse training." I can't stop a huff of a laugh. Cancassi unclasps my wrists from the belt and frees me from the lead line. "You've been very agreeable, so I think it's only fair you get to decide. How would you like to finish this spell?"

I open my mouth to try and speak, but they were right - the words just don't want to come out. Instead, I lay my hands on their slender waist, feeling the slight curve of their hips underneath their skirt. Heat rushes through me as I look at them with naked desire.

Cancassi's curious gold eyes widen just before I spin them and press them up against the smooth trunk of the tree. They give a little gasp of surprise that makes the heat surge through me as I lean against the curve of their back to pin them. My freed hands make quick work of pulling their skirts up to rest over their hips. It's a thrill to find that Cancassi is wearing nothing underneath, and I glide a finger over their wet, waiting slit.

"Dominai!" they gasp, sounding a little scandalized though not at all unwilling. After being driven like an animal for the better part of the morning, I feel like a stallion with a mare in heat. I angle my cock to glide against their slit, and Cancassi moans as they roll their hips back in offering. I grab the mound of their ass, my thumb teases at the little pucker of flesh. Cancassi lets out a musical little moan, and I can feel how ready they are.

This is how I want to finish it. With them moaning underneath me in the shade of the courtyard. I grab their hips, and Cancassi gasps as the tip of my cock slides between their folds. I grab their long, white braid and seat my seat myself deep with a sharp thrust. Cancassi shouts, and it's only then the haze breaks enough for me to realize that I still have five focuses snug around my length.

Cancassi seems to read my mind. "No, no it's alright," they gasp. "I'm shocked I never thought to do it before. Just... go easy on me."

I grin and press a kiss against the back of their neck before I roll my hips. The tail swishes against the back of my legs even as the bulb continues to twist and spin inside of me, urging me on. But I start slow and shallow, an apology for that rough entry.

It's a test of my control not to fuck them flat against the tree trunk, and one that I start to fail under the melodic gasps of "please!" and "more!" Cancassi has a lovely voice, but even moreso when it's layered with pleasure. They arch underneath me, hands gripping the trunk of the tree as I fuck them from behind. I hold their braid with one hand as the other snakes around their chest to slide under their shirt. I find the small swell of their breasts and grab onto one as I thrust up into their welcoming heat.

With every hard thrust, the focuses shift down my length, adding one more sensation as they spark with charge. Cancassi's hips jump as they let out a shout of ecstasy. I grip their braid tight, pulling their head back against my shoulder as I thrust deep.

The muscles of their cunt spasm and constrict around me, and it's my undoing. I groan as give a few more shallow thrusts before I bury myself to the hilt, my free hand wrapping around Cancassi's waist tightly. My orgasm comes hard, and Cancassi gives a little gasp as I fill them. The constant twisting of the bulb seems to make my orgasm last forever, emptying me and leaving me a little dizzy in the wake of it.

I shiver and kiss the back of Cancassi's neck. It takes me a moment longer to find my voice again. "I'm going to need you to stop this thing." The words come out hoarse and breathless.

Cancassi chuckles before they let out another trilling whistle, and the bulb stills inside of me. I groan in relief and slump against their back. It takes a second longer for me to muster the desire to pull out of them, and when I do, a trail of my seed follows, dripping down their thigh. The Maeve grins at me over their shoulder, face flushed. With their skirts hiked up and cum spilling out of them, they look well and thoroughly plundered, and godsdamn if it doesn't make my empty cock twitch again.

Slowly, we get ourselves back together. It's only when we start to clean up that I realize there are only four glowing focuses around my softening length. I take them off and present them to Cancassi. They stare for a second, as if not quite sure what they're looking for before they laugh. "Oh," they say faintly. "Maybe that's why I've never done that before."

I chuckle as I step towards them. Their back bumps up against the trunk of the tree as they look up at me. "Here, I'll find it," I say and lift their skirts once more.

"What a gentleman," Cancassi moans, hands braced against my shoulders as I slip my fingers into them again. They're soaked with our combined juices, and I tease my fingers through their folds, exploring and twisting until I feel the little ring of the focus, just out of my reach. I hike their leg up over my arm and press my fingers in deeper, making Cancassi's face redden with desire all over again.

I work my fingers into them, teasing and stroking as my other hand find their cock. I take a second to admire them as they close their eyes and arch in pleasure. Their body is beautiful and not quite like anything I've ever seen before. Their slit rests just in-between their legs, but where that little button of pleasure should be, their cock juts up proudly. It's smaller than mine, but shaped like it was made by a sculptor.

"You're beautiful," I mutter as I watch them writhe under my fingers.

Cancassi moans as their cock throbs under my grip. "You're not so bad yourself, human," they pant. "Though if you plan on leaving me like this, I'll take back every nice thing I've ever said about you."

I laugh and catch their lips in a kiss as I reach a little deeper. "Wouldn't dream of it." And I make good on that promise. I thrust my fingers in time with each stroke of their cock, and it doesn't take long to work Cancassi to a second orgasm. They cry out and arch back, their cock swelling before the pressure releases in quick spurts. I feel their walls ripple around my fingers again, and it's just enough to push the ring down so I can reach it. I continue stroking until I'm sure they're finished, and only then do I pull the errant focus out.

Cancassi moans and slumps back against the tree trunk as I set their leg down. They wobble, a little unsteady on their feet. I hold onto them until I'm sure they won't topple over, grinning from ear to ear.

Cancassi lets out a long sigh and smooths an escaped white hair back from their face. I hold the glowing focus out to them. "Sneaky little bastard," they mutter as they grab it with those long fingers that definitely could have gotten it out without help. "Thank you for indulging me in this. Did you enjoy yourself?"

I smile as I find my pants. As much as I enjoyed being a horse, I do like having clothes. Besides, any longer and my skin will start to burn. "More than I thought I would, honestly. This was fun."

"You fell into the role beautifully," Cancassi says. "It was a pleasure to watch."

I flush at the praise. "It was certainly good exercise."

Cancassi chuckles. "Be sure you stretch tonight, and drink a lot of water." They step over to me, one long finger trailing up my chest before cupping my cheek. "Can I call on you for future castings?"

I smile. "Absolutely."