the lover, the handmaiden, and the loaded cock...

Kyram looked into the mirror. She rubbed her sleek belly. Ah. All was good. After a good 3 months of practically starving herself, she'd finally gotten back that shape that Gryph was so enamoured with. Not that it would matter. He was unattentive, like always. In fact, a career had always been first place in his pretty head. No matter. Men were of as much consequence as a piece of chocolate: so tantalizing, giving orgasmic delights, but something she could pretty well live without. Especially when there were more in the box. Kyram lay down on the lush bed that lay a good half a room away from the mirror.

Gryph had been away for about 7 months now. The Jhamadhar army was where he had been. Being a battle mage kept him away, but definitely gave her the advantage of a well learned man, and a handsomely built one at that. He had the wit of a snow fox, and all the wonderful sleek musculature of an arch pegasi. A quick humour, and well toned buttocks. He was hung like a horse, as well, and something she would not quickly forget. The very thought of it made her the slightest bit aroused. She felt moisture build in her nether regions. She moaned slightly as she let her finger glide over her hardening bud, covered only by the thinnest of sheer silk.

Silfa pushed aside the lacy curtains that crossed the door. Ah. Just in time. Since Gryph would not be around, she would definitely need someone to satiate her lust, and Silfa, Gryph's adopted sister, would do nicely.

Silfa was a young girl, barely 16. Her appearances, exquisite as they were, told of even greater beauty to come. She stood at 6 feet and 5 inches of the ground, just 3 short of Kyram. Her breasts were well rounded, much like the bounteous kifa melons that grew in the yard. Her skin was a lovely bronzed colour, with a slight olive glow about them, as is particular of the people of the Jhamadhar outskirts. Her legs were shapely, and her buttocks well formed; not too large to be ungainly like a siege elephant, and not too small like a newt hatchling. All said, she was of perfect feature, the exact requirements needed for those who were to spend their lives as the handmaidens of rich and powerful Jhamadhar noblewomen.

Gryph was not stupid. He knew how much a handmaiden would earn in a year. Or at least, how much they would cost. He, himself was not from the region, rather, he was from the Kayyuthi mountains. Still, he knew the ways of the Jhamadhar, and possesing potent magics, he proved himself valuable to the Jhamadhar at the young age of 18 and quickly learned their ways. In 6 years, he had adopted Silfa as his sister, and sent her to the cares of the great mistress of Jhamadhar's handmaidens, Horabhi. In this manner, he had hoped to save on whatever women he would wish to keep, and perhaps even earn some money off Silfa.

Silfa had learned her trade quickly with Horabhi. She was a demanding mistress, and anything short of perfection was punishable in the most cruel of manners. It was not uncommon for handmaidens in training to walk around with whip marks all over their body, especially over the breasts and buttocks. Indeed, all novice handmaidens were made to go around naked, such was their trade to service noblewomen and, if need be, male visitors.

It had been 4 years already since she first started training, and Silfa had acquired much of the skills she would need as a handmaiden. For her test, she was sent home, under the watch of Kyram, who was ad hoc mistress of Gryph's residence. Since the latest campaign against the southern Fish-Men, the soldiers of Jhamadhar were hardly ever back, and as such, Kyram had put Silfa to as much use as she could find time to.

Silfa began by undressing herself of what little she already wore. Of what was on, of which there was only a transparent wrap around her shoulders and a silken loincloth held by a bronze clasp, she undid. The fell onto the floor in a whispering fall. Light glistened off her oiled skin. Her nipples were already hard from the anticipation. Kyram disapproved of uneager handmaidens. From a pouch she kept tied to her ankle, she pulled out a few dried leaves and put them into her mouth. They were herbs that numbed the sensation of pain, useful in the service of so harsh a mistress as Kyram.

Without a word, Silfa kneeled at Kyram's reclining form. Kyram spread her legs, the aroma of the very aroused lady filled the air. Silfa diligently applied the tip of her tongue to the inside or Kyram's tighs. The first time she did this, Kyram whipped her in annoyance, at that time being quite unexperienced as a mistress herself. So outraged was she that she had magically sealed Silfa's vagina for a month. But at this time, she had learnt to appreciate the subtle pleasures that Silfa had so painstakingly learnt with Horabhi.

With her tongue tracing out intricate patterns on the inside of Kyram's tigh, Silfa's hands got busy. They began to massage her mistress' belly, tracing a delicate line down the groove that ran down Kyram's midsection. Kyram grunted in approval. But it was clear she was getting impatient, as well as extremely excited. Her hips began to sway with the rythm of Silfa's attentions and soon her clitoris began to cry out for notice.

Silfa had learnt not to hurry. Prolong the 'ordeal', multiply the pleasure. Horabhi had always said that. Still, Silfa had an obliging nature. She put her left hand into the pouch and took out a pinch of blood red powder. Dragon's blood. She gently rubbed it into Kyram's now throbbing pearl. This was new to Kyram, and her face showed her bemusement, even through the mounting pleasure she was experiencing.

The sensations were subtle, but grew. First, there was a warm glow, almost as if someone were sucking on her. Then there was a chill, with the soothing feeling of crushed mint leaves. Then, it felt as if her whole crotch was on fire. She sat up and glared at Silfa. Silfa was ignorant of Kyram's change in posture, and continued doing what she had been doing. Kyram lifted her hand, about to cast a spell of infliction on Silfa, when she was hit by the most mindblowing orgasm. It was better than anything Gryph had given her, even with his experience.

She was knocked back on the bed, her arms rendered immobile, but crotch still on fire. Silfa, moving quick, placed her lips onto Kyram's lower lips. That was where the herbs came into effect, for the burning sensation coursed into Silfa, and she would have been floored by the pain had she not taken the herbs in advance. Her lips moved quickly, sucking on Kyram's tortured bud.

Within seconds, Kyram had been hit by another orgasm. Silfa, knowing her mistress could not well take one more and retain conciousness, got up, and laid beside her. With Silfa's melon breasts rubbing against Kyram's own ample chest, the lure for another dose began to find it's way back into Kyram's head.

Selfish as she was, Kyram was not entirely inconsiderate. She spread her legs, and pressed her own crotch against Silfa's. Silfa was surprised. They had not taught about such generous patrons in the school. Kyram's hips began rocking out a most comfortable motion, and soon Silfa began to follow suit. Their faces were not to be left unoccupied, though. Kyram's lips pressed against Silfa's, and the remaining effect of the dragon blood flowed in the most pleasant of manners through their veins. Had they not already been grinding into each other they would have orgasmed anyway, such was the potency of the dragon blood. The exhausted Kyram laid back, pushing Silfa, who had yet to reach her own climax, away.

Kyram's idea of a successful sexual venture always included some phallic fun. Since Gryph was not around to provide his phallus, and servants were not allowed to provide such, unless their express duties included it, Kyram would have to make do with magic. With a wave of her hand, she summoned what appeared to be two enourmous penises stacked one on top of the other. The bi-phallus made it's way to her waiting cavern, and began their repetitive motion into both her rear holes.

Kyram turned to look at Silfa, who had the slightest tinge of disappointment colouring her face. Why not, she thought, and quickly summoned an equal pair for Silfa.

Silfa was clearly enjoying this. She didn't often get the pleasure, only once, in fact, when Gryph had to test her to send in a report to Horabhi. The playful, and cruel, streak in Kyram demanded she take advantage of the situation. With the slightest change of the spell, she made the twin phalluses ramming Silfa twice their width, twice their length, and twice their ferocity.

Silfa was screaming in pain and ecstasy. This was far beyond anything she'd ever imagined. It was past noticing individual orgasms, and past distinguishing them from pain. She was hit by seven waves, one after the other. After the final, a wave of numbness set over her, as the phalluses dispelled, having accomplished their task, and absorbing Silfa's energy as payment.

Unaware to the both of them, Gryph had returned early. He had been standing there from the point when Silfa had used the dragon blood, which was much to his surprised, for he had only known them to be used by men for enlarging the length and width of the penis. It seems that dragon blood WAS a potent aphrodisiac.

Gryph had just been promoted to mage-captain of his platoon. The general had been much impressed with his performance, which seemed all the more better at the praises of his daughter, whom Gryph had been secretly making love to. After all, it could hardly be expected that a military man only keep company with his hands.

Now both had passed out from their exertions, Kyram having already come 6 times. Gryph had been standing there, dumbfounded, dripping pre-ejaculate through his mage's robes. He had always known of the Jhamadhar practice of pleasuring themselves with handmaidens, but never having witnessed it. Had he known that it would be such a libido enhancer, he would have invited Silfa to more of his lovemaking sessions with Kyram.

He could take it no more. He flickered his robes out of existence, and plunged his foot long phallus into Silfa's drooling hole. Silfa awoke with a start. Her first sight was that of her adoptive brother ramming his hard rod into her, and she didn't know whether to be afraid, or to be elated. At any rate, she decided to enjoy it for now, having not had her fill.

Kyram also awoke, and upon seeing her lover fucking her handmaiden, she kissed him full on the lips, pushing her tongue far past the treshold.

Gryph had not planned on the pleasures of two women at once. He gratefully accepted the attentions of both. His climax was building. A spell of delay kept him going. He needed the extra time. His left hand was exploring Kyram's left breast, and his right, the other. Silfa was nibbling his right nipple, her hands carassing his well defined abdominals. Kyram was rubbing her hands all over his back, rubbing the light brown hairs the wrong way, sending a tingly sensation down his spine.

Kyram suddenly bit hard on his shoulder, her own hard bud having had received attention, again, from Silfa's hands. She came again, her juices dripping onto the black granite floor. At the thought of that, Silfa came as well, her vaginal muscles clamping down hard onto Gryph's enourmous cock. A few pumps later, Gryph's spell broke down, having held back far more lust than it was meant to, and he orgasmed, pulling out at the same time, covering all three of them in a thick cream.

All three fell into an extremely exhausted heap.

Far away, High Priestess Andrienn of the Goddess Eroi, Goddess of Sexual Intercourse, grunted as she brought herself to orgasm. Watching the threesome through the glass pool was one of the priveleged of being the high priestess. The other being in ready supply of virile young males. But sometimes, one's own company was best.

Out.