Starbright

And then it disappeared, because Zara grabbed Pelan's head and buried it between her breasts. She was overwhelmed by their scent, which filled her. She could see nothing but purple skin, feel nothing but their softness against her face, and the insistent throbbing of her erection. Yes, she was fine. Still in control of herself. She would simply let this play out until Zara inevitably made her cum, and then she would do what she needed to do.

What was it that she needed to do? She couldn't remember. Oh well, not a problem. It would come to her when she needed it to. It always did. "Only once," she muttered into Zara's big, soft, wonderful breasts. "Can't let you drain me..."

Zara chuckled. "Oh, silly girl. I'm not going to kill you."

Of course they wouldn't. Pelan wouldn't let them. After one cum, she would banish them. She gave one of Zara's breasts a little kiss, and she liked the adorable little giggle that it elicited, so she did it again, and again.

"You're a sorcerer," Zara continued as Pelan made a line made of kisses that grew closer and closer to their nipple. "Sorcerers are useful. You will be a great help to me when my friends over there have finished their work."

"M'not gonna help you," muttered Pelan between kisses as her lips reached the silky dark skin of Zara's areola. It was wider than her face, at first (which Pelan loved), but as her kisses grew more insistent it was starting to shrink as their nipple stiffened. "M'gonna cum, and then you're done." She giggled to herself at her little accidental rhyme.

"Of course you are, Pelan. You're a smart woman, and a powerful sorcerer. You'll have no problem besting a dreamrider like me. After all, you've done it so many times before!"

That's right. She was smart, and powerful. Because she was smart, she realized that there was something very off about what Zara had just said, but she was so smart that she knew that it didn't actually matter. All that mattered was that she was able to keep kissing and touching Zara's beautiful, fat tits for as long as she wanted. And sucking. Like their breasts and their areola, Zara's nipple was quite big, especially now that it was hard from their arousal. Pelan wondered what it would feel like in her mouth, what it would taste like...

So she started to suck on it. Zara made a lovely noise, something halfway between a coo and a moan. It made Pelan's cock throb and her nipples ache. It was a shame that she only had one mouth and two hands. There was so much she wanted to touch, so many things to kiss. She settled on using one of her hands to explore Zara's breasts while she used the other to touch herself, squeezing her nipples and...

Oh! She felt a set of soft fingers wrap around her cock. She moaned into Zara's nipple - just a touch from them made her cock quiver and shoot a spurt of pre-cum, which landed, quite uselessly, on their knee.

"Goodness!" said Zara with a laugh. "Aren't you productive!"

"'ad a Thpeaker make me make more." It was hard to talk while also sucking on a nipple, but Pelan didn't want to stop. "S'why my balls are so big."

"They certainly are!" Zara had small hands, but it still gave Pelan a rush of excitement that they could not completely cup both of her testicles in one of them. "Oh, these are just full to the brim, aren't they! I bet that you love emptying these deep into pretty, busty girls like me, don't you?"

'I bet'. As if they didn't already know. "Mm. You're a girl?" She said it in the brief moment that it took to move her mouth from one of Zara's nipples to the other.

"Sometimes," said Zara as they used one hand to gently press Pelan's face into their breast, encouraging her without words to suck more, harder. "Sometimes I am a man. Sometimes I am neither. Sometimes I am both."

Aesa, then, thought Pelan, and Zara giggled.

"Labels are such a chore, Pelan. Sit down."

She did, without question. There was something... Something was wrong. She couldn't put her finger what it was, though. There was just a sort of vague discontent hanging about in the back of her mind. It didn't last long, because Zara sat themselves on her lap. Their butt was big and soft and plump and felt wonderful on her legs, and when Zara wrapped their arms around her shoulders, they forced her head back between their breasts.

"Do you want to fuck me, Pelan?"

Her answer came in the form of a moan and a throb of her cock, which sent another large spurt of pre-cum out to spatter against Zara's tummy. It made them laugh. "Of course you do. You want to fuck me, so that you can cum deep inside my tight, hot, wet pussy. And then, when you have your little moment of clarity, you will banish me, right?"

"Right," said Pelan dreamily. That was what she had forgotten! The banishment. Of course. She was glad that Zara had reminded her. She certainly wouldn't forget again. After all, she was smart, and powerful. There was no distraction that Zara could inflict upon her that would make her forget it again.

She gasped, and her eyes got wide as Zara lifted themselves up and positioned themselves over Pelan's cock. Their lips were hot and dripping wet and felt satiny-smooth as they pressed up against the head...

And then Zara dropped, and Pelan was inside of them. Their pussy squeezed her in just the right way, marking her gasp in surprise and pleasure, moan and fall back onto her elbows. And that was before Zara had even started moving. Once they did, grinding back and forth against Pelan's crotch, she was lost... Her cock tingled and throbbed and shot yet another spurt of precum into Zara, which made them bite their lip and moan in delight and triumph. And then she did it again. And again.

Pelan was certainly not inexperienced, and she had never had a problem lasting long enough to satisfy any of her partners, but she could already feel her balls tingling and aching for release, to shoot her cum into Zara, to... Do something. There was something else, too. But it didn't matter. Her whole body was tingling, but especially her nipples. She wanted them sucked on, and the moment that the thought crossed her mind, Zara was upon them, squeezing them in their hands, lifting a nipple to their mouth...

It was too much. Zara was using their fingers to toy with one of Pelan's nipples while they sucked on the other, and their fingers were almost as good as their lips - warm and soft and... And their tongue was flicking back and forth across Pelan's nipple, and... And...

Pelan cried out. She hardly ever did that, during sex, but she couldn't help it. Zara laughed in glee and triumph as she shot spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum inside of them, over and over. One of Pelan's partners had once described her orgasms as 'copious'. 'Like a fountain,' were the words that another had used. Suffice to say, she filled Zara up until there was nowhere for the cum left to go, so it spurted out from between her cock and their pussy, making their crotches even stickier and wetter than they already were.

And when it was done, when Pelan had bucked her hips and squirmed and thrust the last of her cum into Zara's eager, quivering pussy, they giggled and leaned forward, pressing one of their big, stiff nipples against her lips. "Well, Pelan?" they said. "What do you want to do now?"

There was... Something. It was fleeting. She couldn't remember it. She knew, in a vague, dreamy sort of way, that she probably shouldn't do that again. That it would be very, very bad if she did. But she couldn't remember why. Surely it wasn't important? If it was important, she would have remembered it. After all, she was smart, and she was powerful. She knew what she was doing. "One more time," she said. "One more time, and then we're done."

Zara simply smiled.

--

They found the grove without any difficulty at all. It was tucked away in a little valley between the two of the steep hills that rippled all throughout these parts of Felu Shala. After explaining what had happened with the Chrysanthemum pretender that had come just minutes before them, Lorn and the others had told her and Naala right where it was. Not that she needed them to - Sumi could feel the magic surrounding this place long before either of them spotted it, and as they stood there, at the boundary of the spell, the force of it nearly overwhelmed her.

"A fog of warding," she said, as they looked down the path that led to the Starbrights, and, no doubt, the dreamrider and the false Mage. She closed her eyes and probed at the magic with her mind. "Warding... And confusion. If we tried to walk through this, we would become lost. Forget where we are and what we're doing. The dreamrider could then either lead us out of the grove and away, or into it, into their clutches, at their leisure. If they chose to lead us inward, they would likely do so only when our minds were softened by the fog, to make us more receptive to their influence."

Naala gave a little sigh. "I've always preferred dealing with sorcery to god- or demon-magic. With a sorcerer, you always know the rules. They'll make a big fireball and toss it at you, or try to throw you around. Maybe if they're very skilled, they'll know how to make bright lights to blind you. I've never liked the types of magic that muck about inside your mind. But then, I suppose, who does?"

"Oh, plenty of people," said Sumi. "Have I ever told you about erotic hypnosis?"

"Yes." Naala's lips grew a little thinner. "To each their own, I suppose. I can't imagine that I would find it anything but infuriating."

"Even if it was me who was doing the hypnotizing? You know that I wouldn't make you do anything that you would find objectionable."

That made Naala's expression soften a bit. "Maybe if it was you. Maybe. But this," she gestured towards the magical fog, which was a bit of an odd gesture, given that it was invisible, "is not quite the sort of thing that makes my nethers quiver. Are you able to get rid of it?"

"I think so. Probably. I will need your help, though."

Ah, there was a smile. It was just a little one, but Naala didn't smile often, so Sumi savored it when she did. "You know, you are more skilled than you give yourself credit for. I think that sometimes you only ask me for my help so that I will kiss you."

"Perhaps," said Sumi. "Even if that were true, would you say no?"

"Of course not." Naala stood on her toes and gave Sumi a kiss. It was just a quick one, but it made her heart flutter a little bit. "If you ask me to kiss you, I will kiss you. I don't need a reason, because I love you."

Sumi smiled at that. "I love you too, my flower. Are you ready? This will be a powerful one."

"I am. Let's have it done."

Sumi nodded and took a deep breath, and when she spoke again, it was in her Voice. "Krolosh," she said, "Vela. I call upon you both."

And there they were, inside of her, listening. Krolosh was energy and motion, fire and light. They crackled and invigorated her, made her chest tingle with heat. Sorcerers could borrow their power in imprecise, heavy-handed ways, use it to pull fire from the air or move heavy things with their thoughts, but only a Speaker could use it to counter a spell as intricate as this one. Vela was love and desire, but also warmth and kindness. They wouldn't be helping with the fog directly, but they were a guiding hand, helping Sumi to channel Krolosh's energy in a way that would not harm her, and their guidance was absolutely essential to what she and Naala were about to do together.

"We need to be rid of this fog, so that we can confront the creature that is stealing people away from the nearby village. Will you help us with that?"

They would. It would be difficult, too - Sumi suddenly felt almost unbearably hot. The spell wouldn't cause her any lasting harm - Vela would make sure of that - but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt. "Here it is," she said to Naala through clenched teeth. "Can you take it?"

In response, Naala kissed her again. The magic... Moved. Normally, a kiss would not be nearly enough to transfer a spell such as this from one person to another, but the two of them shared a connection that was powerful enough that that was all it took. The heat inside of Sumi's body suddenly lessened, and the oddest thing happened...

She could feel Naala's lips on her own, but she could also feel her own lips on Naala's. Which was to say, she could feel what Naala was feeling. As the magic progressed, the feeling spread, what she could feel spread. Proprioception was an odd thing - you never really noticed that you could feel how your own body was positioned, how your lungs drove your breathing, how your heart beat. Your mind blocked these mundanities out, so you could focus on other, more important things. But when you could feel someone else's body, feel their breathing, feel their heart beat just as they did...

It was wonderful, and terrifying. But mostly wonderful. The magic that bound them together didn't cease when Naala pulled away from the kiss; it was now in both of them. Sumi could feel how Naala's armor weighed upon her body, how light her hair felt compared to her own (which was much longer), and she could swear that when she closed her eyes, she could still see out of Naala's.

"Goodness," she said with an exultant sigh. "You can't see in the starlight nearly as well as I can."

"I can right now," said Naala. She took a deep breath, and Sumi could feel the air in her lungs. "Here we go..."

Naala was trained in sorcery, and though she was no university master or archmage, she was skilled enough to move magic around, to spread it outside of her body. She extended her arms, and they both could feel Vela guiding them.

And then she cast. They both cast. Just as the magical fog was invisible, so too was their spell, but they could both feel it working, driving the fog away, making it evaporate...

And then, just like that, it was done. The fog was gone. Their work finished, the magic left them, and Sumi's senses returned to the boundaries of her own body, just as she knew Naala's were doing the same.

Both of them collapsed, sweating and breathing heavily, but also giggling giddily. It was powerful magic that they had just worked, and it had left them drained. Drained, but feeling as close to each other as they possibly could.

"It's almost better than sex," said Naala.

"Almost," Sumi agreed. They kissed each other and giggled some more.

"Just one moment," said Naala. "Just a moment so that we can catch our breaths."

"Yes. But no longer than we need. The dreamrider will know that we're here, now that we've gotten rid of their spell."

"Yes." After a short while, during which they both simply leaned into each other, enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressing together, Naala rose, a little bit unsteadily, to her feet. "Okay. I think..." She stretched, her armor clinking lightly as she did it. "I think that I'm ready now." She shivered the same type of shiver that she did after a particularly powerful orgasm. "Aiyeyeye. I never understood how heavy your breasts are until I felt them the way that you feel them."

Sumi laughed. "Let's go, my love. We have people to rescue!"

--

Pelan was floating. Maybe literally, maybe not. She couldn't tell. Zara's beautiful, fat breasts were wrapped around her cock, still slick with her own cum, and they were so enormous that even when they pressed them down against Pelan's thighs, only the head was able to peek out above Zara's cleavage. Pelan couldn't see it - her view was obstructed by Zara's dripping wet pussy in her face - but she could certainly feel their tongue as they licked the tip of it, drinking up the fresh spurts of pre-cum that they were coaxing out. Some tiny part of herself, buried deeply in the back of her mind, was screaming at her that this was very, very bad, that she was in danger, that she needed to escape using whatever means she could, but she couldn't hear it very well. Mostly she just wanted Zara to keep going, to milk another orgasm out of her still-stiff cock, to make her keep cumming until...

Until...

Something changed. It was like the sun had come out and burned away the fog in her mind. She remembered, quite suddenly, where she was and what she was doing. Villagers. Grove. Starbrights. Dreamrider. Ice-cold fear shot through her. She had to do something now, or her life was in danger.

Zara noticed something amiss as well. They stopped their sucking and licking and looked up at the night sky with a "What?"

Pelan was in no condition to cast. Her focus was ruined and she was horribly distracted by the soft weight of Zara's body upon her, and by their breasts around her cock, but this might be her only opportunity. She closed her eyes, found the thread that was binding them to this world. She grasped it with her mind, and ripped.

Zara's connection was even stronger than Pelan had thought. She tugged with all of the might that her mind could muster, but they remained firmly in this plane. In hindsight, it was perhaps a blessing that it didn't work. When demons were banished from this world, typically their exit was rather... Explosive. Pelan would have been burned quite badly if Zara had been torn back into the Otherplace while laying on top of her. Instead, Zara screamed as if they had been burned, and leaped off of her to their feet.

Quite suddenly, all of their sweetness was gone. Their face, though still beautiful, was twisted into a snarl of outrage. "You!" they spat. "What did you do!? How did you get rid of my fog?"

The truth was that she hadn't. She had no idea why it was gone now, but it was a good thing that it was. She felt hot shame creeping up through her, embarrassment that she had let this dreamrider get the best of her, but she knew that those emotions would not help her right now. She forced herself to her feet and found that she was a bit wobbly, but mostly stable. "Maybe I am more powerful than you thought."

"You aren't," said Zara flatly. "I was in your head. I know what you're capable of. You couldn't have..." They trailed off, and started to sniff the air. "You... Didn't. That wasn't you."

"Mm. Guess there's no hiding anything from you." Pelan reached for the eggbox that she kept in her robes, and frowned when she realized that she was naked. Right. Forgetting things. She was going to be doing a lot of that for the next few hours. "Are you going to leave peacefully or am I going to have to try to banish you again? Or worse? I don't want to have to hurt you, but I will if I have to." It was an empty threat. Mostly. Pelan didn't like hurting people when she could help it. Even demons.

"Shut up," said Zara, distractedly. "You couldn't harm me even if you weren't exhausted, you foolish girl." They were still sniffing at the air, following their nose down the path, away from the grove. "What type of magic is this?" they muttered. "I have smelled this before..."

"Right," said Pelan. She cracked her knuckles. "I guess we're doing this." She took a breath, preparing herself to cast. She would try the banishment again, while Zara was distracted. She closed her eyes and found their tether - her previous attempt hadn't even weakened it. She reached out and...

Oh. Oh, dear. She couldn't... Her mind was still fuzzy. She couldn't remember how to do the banishment. She knew how in theory - you reached out with your mind, tugged at it with your will - but when she tried to remember how it felt to actually do it, it wouldn't come to her. Even though she'd done it just moments ago.

"Sit down and masturbate until I decide what to do with you." Zara's voice was annoyed, but the command hit Pelan like a sack full of bricks. Gone was the subtlety of before, the tricky magic that made Pelan think that the dreamrider's ideas were her own. There was now a force in her head, bluntly telling her that if she did not do what Zara told her, the pain would be immeasurable.