Sex Wizards - Initiation Ch. 10-11

"Be careful when moving people," Margeurite warns. "It's possible to stretch them too far. They can't tell you what's too much, but their body will. If you meet resistance, stop and check in."

"Right." I kiss the back of Galiva's shoulders even as my fingers work to relax the tense spots in her back. I can tell just by touching her that she hadn't slept well - her muscles are strung tight as a bowstring. I use the rest of the time trying to work them out, and am rewarded when I finally feel her relax. It's a subtle change. The silver keeps her in the same position, but she sinks into the constraint instead of bracing against it.

I pull the silver out of her ear and mouth again. She's panting, and when she speaks, there's a definite tremor in her voice, "I think I'd like to keep going."

"I hoped you might," I say with a smile. "Anything you don't want me touching or doing while you're in there?"

"You tickle me, and I'll kill you," she says.

I chuckle before kissing her cheek. "Easily done."

"No hitting or impact of any kind. Only gentle biting, and don't move me into any crazy positions."

"Deal," I chuckle and kiss her collar. "Penetration?"

"Yes please." This time it sounds more like a plea than a demand, and I chuckle as I give her a quick kiss. "I think I'll be alright." I can hear the relief in her voice as she says it. Whatever barrier that had stood between her and divination seems to have come down.

"How long?" I ask.

Galiva sighs and asks, "What's an acceptable time for divination?"

"An hour is usually the minimum," Margeurite says.

"Fuck, that sounds daunting," Galiva mutters.

"Don't worry about the spell," I say. "Do what you think you can handle."

Galiva takes a deep breath. "I think I can do it," she says.

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure," she says and smiles.

I kiss her again, letting it linger. I hope she can feel how grateful I am that she's let me try this. "I'm right here."

"I know you are." The trust in her voice makes my heart skip a beat. I smile as I let the silver fall back into place. I keep my hand on her hip but take a step back to look at her. She's beautiful wreathed in the silver. I can't stop a giddy little laugh, and Margeurite chuckles.

I smile as I look back at her, a little sheepish. "Sorry, this is... more exhilarating than I thought it would be," I admit.

"It's heady having control over someone," Margeurite says. "It's a large part of what I enjoy with divination."

I sit down at Galiva's feet and start to massage them, remembering how good it had felt when Margeurite did it to me. I hear the ovisari's quiet footsteps behind me before she hands me something. It's a charged focus, but it's shaped different than the others I've seen. It's shaped like a grain of rice, bu tit's about as thick around and long as my thumb.

As soon as Margeurite drops it into my hand, it starts to vibrate. "Oh. Now that's fun."

Margeurite chuckles as I trail the little buzzing focus up Galiva's thigh. As soon as I bring it close to the crux of her legs, Galiva's breath hitches. I slide it between the folds of her pussy, and it must feel great because a long moan rattles out of her. I shiver and am glad that the silver only muffles the sounds instead of blocking them. Hearing her pleasure certainly does some things to me.

"Be cautious with that, or you'll end it quicker than you want to," Margeurite warns. I keep it there for a second longer before I pull it away. Galiva's disappointment comes out in an audible whimper.

"Gods, you're not wrong," I say and store the little buzzer in my pocket for now. I scoot closer and gently pull Galiva until she's at the right height. I blow against the inside of her thigh before I press my lips to the spot. I take my time to taste her skin even as my fingers tease the folds of her pussy. When I finally pull them away, they're soaking.

I lick her off my fingers and it makes my half-hard cock stand to attention. She's tangy with a hint of sweetness, and I immediately want another taste. I scoot close and angle her hips before I close my mouth over her slit. I slide my tongue deep through her folds, and she gives a sharp gasp before it fades to a long, shuddering moan. I feel her tense under the silver, wanting to squirm but unable to.

I'm in no hurry. I push her legs a little further apart and settle into a comfortable spot below her. I lap at the little hood between her legs before I trace the shape of her with my tongue. I suck and nibble at the tender flesh and am rewarded with a wail of pleasure that makes me shiver.

I don't push it too far though. The tingle of the silver covering her intensifies whenever she gets close to orgasm, and it's enough of an indicator to pull away. Every time I do, I'm met with a little mewl of desperation that makes my cock throb.

I go until my jaw starts to ache before I finally pull away, and Galiva's gasp is all disappointment. I smile, my thumb stroking over her thigh before my stomach suddenly drops. "Oh fuck! I've lost track of time."

Margeurite chuckles. "It's a novice mistake, and one we all make," she says before she takes out the watch from her pocket. "You are about twenty minutes in."

I chuckle and rest my head against Galiva's thigh. "Thanks."

"Don't worry, this is why we use a monitor for the first couple of times," she says. "But I'll admit... you're doing far better with her than I ever did."

I stand with a groan and circle around Galiva as I decide what I want to do next. I take the little buzzer out of my pocket, and as soon as I do, it starts up again. I trail it over Galiva's chest before focusing it on one of her nipples. I glance at Margeurite over her shoulder and ask, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Margeurite lets out a gust of a sigh. "I assume she told you about our... mishap," she mutters. "I... hadn't realized how much it had affected her."

I slide the buzzer over to Galiva's other nipple and soothe the first with my tongue. "Did you two ever talk about what happened?" I ask when I pull away, leaving her dark skin glistening.

"After it happened, I apologized, and she accepted it," Margeurite says matter-o-factly. "I thought that was the end of it. My casting record has been flawless since."

I snort as I give Galiva's nipples a little tug until they're just slightly stretched under the silver. "That's not how it works," I say. "Galiva didn't try divination again until you asked her, did she?"

Margeurite looks uncomfortable. "No."

I move to lift Galiva's arms over her head, trying to put them in as comfortable a position as I can. "Did you know that I nearly shit myself the first time I saw my familiar?"

Margeurite looks shocked. "Whyever for?"

"Because a wolf that looked just like it knocked me off a cliff and nearly killed me," I say as I trail my hand over Galiva's shoulders and move behind her. "You don't just... forget memories like those. And even though you apologized, Galiva didn't just forget being trapped in the silver. You've been in it - you know how helpless she must have felt."

Margeurite is quiet for a long moment. "I know I made a mistake," she says and there's a hint of anger in her voice. "Am I to be punished for it for the rest of my life?"

"This isn't about you," I say, exasperation giving my voice a sharp edge. I'm glad Galiva can't hear us. "You fucked up, and you said your apologies, and you made sure it won't happen again. You did everything you could, yet Galiva still isn't comfortable casting with you because you don't get to decide how she feels about it."

Margeurite looks like she's been struck. She swallows and looks at Galiva, her eyes wide. I watch her mull it over, and her ears start to droop. "I was impatient with her," she says at last. "I didn't even realize until I saw how you worked her through it."

"I'm new," I say with a shrug. "Maybe that's an advantage at times."

Margeurite sighs and steps towards me and Galiva. She looks at the woman and reaches out like she wants to touch her. "There's just so much riding on the success of these divinings, Dom."

I rub Galiva's neck even as I trail my other hand down her back. "I know," I murmur. "I know you're under a lot of pressure. It's easy to have tunnel-vision when you're focused on the light at the end."

"I suppose you're right," Margeurite says, her fingers just shy of touching Galiva's cheek.

I offer a small smile even as I wrap my arms around Galiva's waist. I trail my fingers towards the little tuft of hair between her legs. "You can't make her trust you again," I say. "But I think the fact that she was willing to try again here bodes well."

"You do?"

I shrug. "I think the only way you'll know for sure is if you two talk about this."

Margeurite lets her hand fall to her side. "I suppose you're right about that, too," she says, sounding tired.

My fingers find the little hood of pleasure at the crux of Galiva's legs. "But first, we have to get her out of the silver," I say.

Margeurite gives a huff of a laugh. "Don't let me distract you."

I chuckle and rub the sensitive spot before tapping it gently with my fingers. It makes Galiva's breath hitch and after the little reprieve I gave her, I feel her brace for whatever comes next. I take the buzzer between my fingers again before I press it against the little hood of her clit. Galiva squeals as I roll it around, making sure not to focus on one spot for too long so it doesn't get overwhelming. The silver practically hums, and I quickly pull the the buzzer away. Galiva wails around the gag, and I see a little bit of saliva creep out of the corner of her mouth.

"Fucking hell," I mutter, unable to look away from her.

"Getting a little close there," Margeurite says with a grin. "You are certainly putting her through it."

I grin and say, "I know that it's worth it."

Margeurite chuckles. "That it is. You still have about half an hour."

I glide my hand over Galiva's stomach and ask, "What else did you bring?"

Margeurite grins and grabs the little bag of supplies before bringing them over to me. My eyes widen when I see the assortment she's brought. There is a collection of phalluses of all different shapes and sizes, a few plugs, some with focuses sealed in them, some without, and even a string of beads like what Arlon had me use for conjuration. "Gods, you did come equipped," I say and shiver in anticipation, knowing that I'll get a taste of some of these next.

I take the little buzzer and gently slide it into Galiva. I gently pinch her slit shut, and the silver keeps it there, effectively holding the little thing inside of her. Even though I let go of it, it continues to buzz. Apparently all it needs is the touch of a wizard, and I feel a thrill of sadistic glee to know that Galiva's the one responsible for keeping it going. I keep a hand on her, paying attention to the silver in case it gets to be too much. For now, it stays a steady, even thrum. Galiva moans deeply and behind me, I hear Margeurite chuckle.

"Gods, as kind as you are, you do have a spark of cruelty in you," she says.

"Who me?" I say innocently, even as I grab a small phallus from the bag. I move behind Galiva and grab the mounds of her ass before I slick my finger with lotion. I slide it down her crack before I push into the little pucker of flesh. Galiva's surprised yelp is like music, but it fades to a shuddering moan as I reach a little further, thrusting gently. I slide a second finger in and the hum in the silver starts to build. I reach down with my free hand to pull the buzzer out of her and am rewarded with a wail of desperation.

"How much time do we have left?" I ask. My cock throbs and I want nothing more than to sink it into her.

"About fifteen minutes," Margeurite says. "Pay attention to the silver. If you start to see colors, then it's time."

I nod and slide my fingers out of her ass before I slick the phallus with lotion. I don't let her stay empty as I ease the shaft into her slick hole. I move slow, knowing how good that tortuous drag can feel. Galiva moans with every thrust, but the thrum of the silver stays steady, and I realize she probably can't orgasm from this stimulation alone.

"Am I allowed to fuck her?" I ask, my own voice thick with desire.

Margeurite comes up behind me, her fingers gliding over my shoulder. "Sure," she says, but her voice smoulders as she ads, "But you're going in next, which means you're not allowed to finish yet."

A shiver rushes down my back. How much do I want to torture myself? I look at Galiva, and my pulse races. It'll be worth it.

I shift her hips and bend her forward so I can get at her from behind. I keep the phallus in her ass even as I free my cock from the slit in my trouser. I slide the tip of it down her wet pussy and Galiva moans, long and low. Even behind the gag, it sounds like pleading.

I twist the phallus inside of her and line my cock up, giving her a moment before I thrust into her wet slit. She feels impossibly tight and I groan as I seat myself inside of her. I lean my head against her back even as color sparks across the silver. It looks like the Hobokin sky in wintertime, bursting with colors of greens and blues.

I grab the phallus with one hand and take the buzzer in my other to press it back against her clit. The colors spark harder. I alternate the phallus my own cock, filling one hole and then the other as I fuck her slow. Her walls quiver around my length, and I only get three more thrusts before Galiva clenches around me. She cries out as her orgasm comes hard and fast, and I feel the silver shudder as she tenses inside of it. Her walls clench hungrily around my length, and I swear, my balls aching as I stave off my own end by a hair.

I watch the color of the silver reach shades of reds and oranges, sparking beautifully before it finally starts to fade. I wait until it's back to it's normal shine before I finally pull out, taking the phallus as well. Margeurite takes the toys from me and sets them aside.

"Take her out of it slowly," she says. "Start with her mouth first."

I nod and carefully straighten Galiva back up. I tuck my throbbing cock back into my trousers and put my hand against the pillar, mustering the focus to control it again. I pull the silver from Galiva's mouth and she gasps like she's surfacing for air. But then I notice the hitch in her breathing.

She's crying.

"Oh fuck. Fuck."

I get her out as quick as I dare. I pull the silver from her ears next, then her eyes, my own panic spiking when I see tears. I slide the silver the rest of the way off, catching her as her shaky legs fail to support her. I help her to the ground, pulling her to me as despair settles in my stomach like a rock. "Fucking hell, Gal I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"

Galiva waves a hand and wipes the tears from her eyes. "No, no - it's not you," she promises. She cups my cheek and gives me a wavering smile. "Dom you were amazing. Fuck - it's just a lot of emotions," she says with a wet laugh. She leans against my shoulders and takes a few deep breaths before she speaks again. "I-I saw something."

It doesn't sound like a good thing, either. "What?"

Galiva swallows and shakes her head. "After your turn," she promises and my stomach turns. Really bad then, if she's not wanting to ruin my headspace with it. It certainly kills my erection faster than a bucket of cold water.

"Right," I say and tighten my arms around her. For a second, I'd been terrified I'd fucked up. My voice is faint when I ask, "You're alright?

Galiva lets out a long breath and sinks into my arms. "I'm more than alright. That was incredible," she says. She looks up at me and her beauty makes my breath catch. Even with the tears stuck to her eyelashes, she's stunning. She leans up to catch my lips, and when she pulls away, she's smiling. "Thank you, Dominai.

"You were incredible."

Galiva gently extracts herself from my grip and pulls me to my feet, yet there's pain just underneath her smile. Unease thrums through me like a warning as I look at the pillars. But I promised Margeurite. Besides that, I want to do this. If we can get two successful divinings, maybe we can finally get some real information.

Margeurite drapes a robe around Galiva's shoulders before looking to me. "Ready?" she asks. "I thought we might try for two hours. The longer the time, the more detailed the divinings usually are."

That sounds like a stretch, but not an impossibility. I take a breath as I find my feet. "I can handle it," I say before I strip. Even after that unpleasant jolt, my cock is still half hard - idiot fucking thing. I push the nerves aside as I step in between the pillars. I draw in a few deep breaths as Margeurite puts her hand on one. "You both staying for this?"

Galiva smirks as she looks at me. "After all you did to me, I've certainly got some ideas of payback," she says.

The silver laps over my feet, and I can't stop my own as it creeps up my legs. "Do your worst."

Margeurite laughs and says, "You might regret saying that."

But the silver is at my mouth, gagging my reply. I'm plunged into it as it covers my eyes and pools in my ears. My feet leave the ground, and I sink into the void.

Hands are on me almost instantly. Not just two, but four stroke over my skin, and it doesn't take long for one of the pairs to stroke my cock hard again. Desire surges in me, hot and eager, banishing every other thought from my head. Last time, Margeurite had taken her time, but there's no slow worship this time. Neither of them seem inclined to do anything but immediately start teasing the shit out of me.

Lips suck one of my nipples while a finger glides into my ass. I start to regret my challenge to Galiva as a second finger enters me. I already feel like I'm drowning in sensation between the two of them and we've just started. Two hours of this is going to be unbearable.

Fortunately, both Margeurite and Galiva know how to read me. After I'm stretched, someone slides a sizable plug into me, effectively blocking off that entrance for now. I sag in relief, a moan escaping me, even as the bulb rubs against that spot inside of me, lighting my nerves on fire.

But then someone is kissing me, taking advantage of the silver parting my lips. It kills me that I can't even budge my tongue to join in. It's Galiva - it has to be. I recognize the way she kisses. She plunders my mouth before pulling away to nip at my lips, and I feel her smile against my skin.

Her fingers stroke through my hair, even as I feel Margeurite's hands on my thighs, spreading my legs apart. She teases my balls with feather light touches that make me want to slam my legs closed. It tickles fiercely, and I laugh miserably into my gag. She doesn't let up until I'm panting and groaning, my whole body taught in the silver.

Then no one is touching me, and for the first time, it's a relief instead of something to worry about. I catch my breath, my nerves singing with unmet need. As I get myself back under control, I realize I can hear the phantom voices. The small trickles of not-quite-conversation.

Someone touches the base of the plug, and it starts buzzing, just like the little focus had. I shout into the gag, even as the hands return. They glide over my back and chest, rubbing my body in a way that makes me think they're doing something else. For awhile, that is all they do, and the part of me that's still able to form a thought wonders if they're talking. I hope so, and not just because it's a nice break.

But no conversation lasts forever, and soon, their hands start to explore again. Someone - I've long since lost track of who it might be - grabs my cock, their hand slicked with lotion and starts to stroke. Someone else grabs the base of the bulb and starts to pull it out, but as soon as the widest part slips out of me, they push it back in, fucking me, stretching me with the buzzing thing. The hand around my cock continues to stroke me, setting a maddeningly steady pace.