forth for a few minutes, with Cerise offering pointers and Avilla diligently
applying everything she was being taught.
Then Avilla got the hang of it, and Cerise decided to slip a little further
down and give my aching balls some attention. I didn’t last long after that.
Most women pull away at that point, but Avilla was positively eager to
taste the fruits of her labor. She moaned and cooed like she was the one having
an orgasm, and for all I knew maybe she was. Her eager attention certainly
prolonged my own climax, but such things can’t last forever. Finally I
collapsed back onto the blankets with a satisfied sigh, and her lips reluctantly
released me.
“That was wonderful!” She enthused. “I love the way you taste. Can we
do it again?”
Cerise laughed, and mussed her hair. “Guys can’t just go all night, silly.
Give him a few minutes to recover, and then we’ll see about introducing you to
sex with a man.”
“If it’s better than that, I think I’m going to die,” Avilla declared
breathlessly.
“Well, someone is easy to please,” I commented.
Avilla bit her lip, and gave me a sheepish look. “Maybe.”
“Totally,” Cerise corrected. “I swear, sometimes you can get off from a
sultry look. So what do you think, Daniel? Can you get it up again for the boob
goddess?”
She cupped her girlfriend’s breasts as she spoke. Avilla’s eyelids
fluttered, and her fat brown nipples instantly popped back to attention. I sat up,
and gave each of them a long, thorough taste-test. Apparently they were pretty
sensitive, because by the time I was done Avilla was panting and squirming in
Cerise’s arms.
“Definitely not a problem. But what about you? We can’t have our sexy
stabby girl getting jealous here.”
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She grinned at me. “I sacrificed my jealousy for arcane power when I was
twelve, Daniel. I just want my girl’s first time with a man to be a good one.”
“Sacrificed… Cerise, you’re completely nuts, you know that?”
“But I’m a fun kind of nuts,” she said smugly. She leaned back against the
wall behind her, pulling Avilla with her. Her dainty hands gave the buxom
girl’s breasts a firm squeeze, and then wandered up to roll her nipples.
“Oh! Oh, please!” Avilla pleaded, her eyes screwed shut.
“Soon,” Cerise assured her. “We popped honeydew’s cherry years ago,
so you can dive right in whenever you’re ready, Daniel. I’ll just keep on like
this until them. If I do her nipples right all she can do is lie there and make
these cute little noises, but it isn’t quite enough to get her over the top.”
Yeah, with a scene like that I was ready to go again already.
This time I managed to last a bit longer, but it wasn’t easy. Avilla had a
hair trigger alright, and when the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen is
having earthshaking multiple orgasms underneath you it’s hard not to follow
suite. I varied my pace, recited times tables in my head, pictured naked fat
guys, anything I could think of to put off the inevitable. But even so I doubt I
lasted ten minutes.
Afterwards Avilla and I curled up together in a panting heap. I was just
coming back to Earth enough to notice that Avilla smelled more like honey and
spices than a sweaty human when Cerise made a discovery of her own.
“Hey, up again already? I’m impressed, Daniel. I didn’t think I was going
to get a turn.”
Huh. I rarely went more than once, and never three times in a row. But she
was right, I felt ready for another round. I’d already gotten my breath back too,
and the fatigue was fading away.
Wait. I was still wearing my new amulet. Did it think being spent was an
injury it needed to fix? Well, that was an interesting discovery. Obviously I
needed to put the theory to the test, and conduct a detailed investigation. For
science.
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Chapter 6
I woke to find myself sandwiched between two sleeping witches. Avilla
was cuddled against my right side, her head on my shoulder and one arm
draped over my chest. Cerise was curled up in a ball to my left, her face
buried against my side, with my arm around her.
I blinked at them stupidly for a few moments, before memories of the
previous night’s activities caught up with me. Two girls. Two beautiful, eager,
playful and rather kinky girls. Who were witches, and seriously involved with
each other.
Part of me wanted to thank Hecate for bringing me here, but another part
was already worried about just how badly this could go wrong. Less than a
week since I got burned by Amanda, and these two were more dangerous than
she could ever hope to be.
Of course, they also hadn’t made any demands of me. Maybe this was
intended as a one-time thing? Or they just wanted to experiment with a man?
Or maybe it was just a reaction to the stress and danger of the last few days?
I’d read that was supposed to be pretty common.
I always overanalyze these things. Maybe I should just quit worrying and
go with it?
A faint odor of cooking meat wafted by, and Avilla twitched. A frown
crossed her face, and then her eyes flew open.
“Breakfast!” She exclaimed. “Oh my, I overslept!”
She sat up abruptly, and fumbled for her dress. A moment later she was
stumbling towards the door, mumbling something about cooking under her
breath as she smoothed down her skirt. She wrenched the heavy door open, and
marched off to the hot stone.
“Beri, what are you doing? The wolf flank isn’t going to sear properly
unless you put oil on it first. Gudrin, don’t let that batter sit so close to the heat
or the hotcakes will come out all rubbery. Oh, why are you two trying to cook
by yourselves anyway? Is Mother Savina up?”
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I heard a chuckle, and looked down to see Cerise directing an affectionate
gaze towards the door.
“Is she always like that?” I asked.
“Pretty much. I gave up trying to surprise her with breakfast in bed years
ago. She won’t even let me make her birthday cakes. She can’t stand it when
people who aren’t magically perfect at it try to cook.”
“Guess it’s a good thing I never wanted to be a chef,” I observed.
“Yeah, you’ve got other talents. Was that some kind of magic last night, or
are you just the god of fucking me into a coma?”
Her tone was light, but the way she hugged me was pretty possessive. I
couldn’t help but feel smug.
“I do have a bit more experience than you two,” I pointed out. “I’m thirty-
six, and you’re… what, maybe twenty?”
“Nineteen,” she told me.
I nodded. “Right. But honesty compels me to admit it was mostly magic. I
put a general-purpose healing enchantment on this amulet, and it turns out to be
kind of indiscriminate about what it considers an injury.”
She laughed. “Well, I’m not complaining. I haven’t been fucked like that
since the time I screwed up an incubus binding, and I really needed it. I had no
idea how wound up I was getting.”
“Screwed up an incubus binding?” I shook my head. “You must have a lot
of interesting stories, Cerise.”
“Yep. Keep making me feel like this and I might even share some.”
She shifted to rest her head on my shoulder, her lithe body pressed firmly
against my side, and sighed contentedly. I let my hand rest on her firm behind,
and tried not to smirk.