Fun first.

Shairi got up and walked over to Fyneen, a wicked smile on her face as she swayed her bare, narrow hips. The mage apprentice blushed as the half-elf kissed her deeply. Shairi’s hands strayed to the other girl’s bottom.

“I – I’ve brought you the clothes, mistress,” Fyneen stammered.

“Good. But I won’t need them right away.” Shairi pulled off her tight whore’s top, rejoicing in being able to breath freely again. Fyneen’s blush deepened at the sight of Shairi’s nudity, but she didn’t seem able to look away.

Shairi reached over and pulled open the top of the mage’s robes, exposing her medium-sized breasts. “If you were hoping for a less lecherous master, you’ll be disappointed,” she said mischievously, flicking one of the girl’s nipples and making her gasp.

Shairi pulled the robe off Fyneen entirely, letting it pool around her feet. She wore no underwear – an order from Torax, Shairi would later find out. She tried to cover her nakedness with her hands, but Shairi pulled them away.

“No,” she said firmly. “You’re beautiful, especially naked. If anyone sees you this way, they’ll want you, with hard cock or dripping cunny. And that gives you power over them.” Fyneen gulped, but nodded.

Shairi pushed her onto the bed and straddled her, kissing up and down her body until she cried out in pleasure.

Shairi thought of one of the spells she’d just read, and decided this seemed the ideal time to try it. She entwined her legs with Fyneen’s, rubbing their pussies together. Then she chanted a few words, and a thick rope of purple light linked their womanhoods, filling them with pleasure.

But Shairi was disappointed. The spell was supposed to make each woman feel like they were simultaneously fucking the other with a real cock and being fucked themselves. She could feel the sensation of a cock plunging in and out of Fyneen – and from the way she was moaning, so could the mage – but there was no corresponding sensation in Shairi’s own cunt. It seemed that Meritheir’s curse blocked even this spell.

Still, the sensation of fucking Fyneen like a man was new and delicious, and Shairi lost herself in it. She might be feeling the sensations of a man, but her mystical cock did not wilt when she came. She and Fyneen fucked for hours, before collapsing in the tangled, sweaty sheets.

The next day, Shairi sent her apprentice to seek samples of cum. Fyneen blushed her reddest yet when she was given the order, but nodded and set out. Shairi set herself to the same task, hoping that by splitting up the two of them would gather the samples more quickly.