Warriors train for these occasions! Stark won't fail her now!

—Frieren—

"Oh!" Frieren gasped as she was stretched open for the first time. Filled for the first time. Fucked for the first time. Stars flashed behind her eyelids, joining the warm glow from the Idol and banishing any pain or discomfort she may have felt.

She didn't care that she was under some kind of Charm, her mind twisted and reforged into a sex **** to her traveling companion and friend. She didn't care that she didn't care.

All she felt was pleasure.

Warm.

Wet.

Hard.

Warm arms wrapped around her back and warmer skin pressed into her chest. Teasing her nipples as the two of them breathed in sync. Even the air in the room went from slight chill to summer evening. The perfect temperature to be naked in.

Wetness stained the inside of her thighs and filled her mouth as Stark kissed her, his tongue doing its best to match his rod in sensation if not in depth. He broadened his range, licking and nibbling at her face and neck. Even that was more fantastic than Frieren could've imagined an hour ago.

Hard inside and around her. Like iron. Or a mountain. But more than that, because Stark cut through mountains as practice. His hard cock forcing its way deeper and deeper, hard muscles embracing her much softer and smaller form. Surrounding her. Protecting her as she rode the first tantalizing waves of orgasm.

"Oh." She said again the first time Stark bucked his hips, going even deeper somehow and crushing his pubic bone into what she recalled was her clit. "Oh dear, that wasn't an orgasm, that's just what being filled is like..."

How do humans get anything done!? How do they sleep???

Stark laughed into her neck. "It's difficult sometimes to remember that for how old and wise you are..." He grabbed her by the hips and lifted like her body weighed nothing, until all that was left in her was the very tip. Frieren suddenly felt empty. "...you are so very innocent in some ways."

I'm not old! She wanted to object, but her voice was driven out of her. "Hah!"

Frieren wasn't dropped, she was pulled back down so hard a wet slap echoed through the room, followed shortly after by Frieren's cry of shocked bliss and Stark's groan. Then he lifted her again. Yanked her down while thrusting his hips again. Over and over, experimenting with timings and forces, keeping her from catching on or responding in kind. Treating this like a battle to be won, making her submit.

Frieren loved it, more than she'd have thought possible, thanks to the Idol's magic. Though really, how had she gone a thousand years without at least trying this? This is what she'd been missing out on? Never again would she spend so long empty. Frieren would do this every day, every hour for the rest of her millennia of life if she could.

Though, she still had a bit of stubborn pride in her. She wouldn't give in completely. Where's the fun in that?

Unless her Master wanted different, of course.

"I knew how this works... unha!... mechanically..." She wriggled, trying to get her legs in the position to crouch, reclaim a semblance of control of the situation, but her muscles wouldn't listen.

"Mechanically?" Stark smirked and caught an ear in his mouth before nibbling and licking at the sensitive cartilage. "Such a scholar..." He bit down the same time he buried himself in her pussy and Frieren saw white.

"Ahn~!"

She went limp. Every muscle in her body except the ones clinging to Stark's shaft slackened to uselessness. Then tensed up as the first true orgasm washed through her. Frieren was left gasping and whining in Stark's lap as she writhed and quivered, shocked at how good it felt. He held her, hands gliding along her spine and down her hips then back up to cup both breasts, thumbs tweaking her nipples as she shuddered.

Once it was over, Stark pressed a kiss to her ear. "Did you know that would happen? Did your research prepare you for that?"

"N-no... My ears feel good when massaged but nothing like that!" It must be an effect from the Idol's Charm... Frieren was distracted. Thoughts winding down the mysteries of magic for a moment.

"How about this?" He reached up to play with the ear he hadn't bitten, thumb rubbing the inside of her ear from base to tip.

"Mmmh...good..." A fresh heat lit in her belly, and Frieren called her staff to her grip. "I want to try something."

"Frieren?" Stark sounded suddenly nervous, eyes wide as if he was searching for an escape route.

As she rose six inches in the air, Frieren let out a drawn out coo of pleasure. For a long second, she hovered there, grinning down smugly at Stark. Then, slowly, teasingly, she drifted back down, smooth as silk.

"Were you worried I broke free of the Charm?" She asked with a breathy lilt once Stark's shaft vanished back to where it was meant to be.

"A little bit..." He let out a breath and rested his hands on the flying mage's hips. Guiding her motions while also getting a good feel of her best assets.

That's an unusual thought. Best assets? I was always told my hair was my best feature... Were people not telling the truth or had the Charm twisted things?

She shook the thought away. More important things were happening!

She kissed her Master's forehead, cooing as the action changed the angle of his shaft inside her, and put her nipples in easy reach of his mouth. Frieren cradled his head to her slight bosom, wishing she had larger ones to pillow his head with.

"Don't worry about the Charm breaking, Master. I am enjoying being your **** far too much." She lightly scratched at his scalp beneath his deep red hair. "Even if I were to be freed of the Charm right now— nothing you have done is objectionable in the slightest."

He snorted into her chest, making her giggle. "Not much of a ****... You were very aggressive, you know."

"You loved it~ We both know you could've ordered me to stop at anytime. Your protests were for your own conscience. Nothing else."

Stark grimaced. "Yeah... Damn me, you're right..."

Frieren grinned down smugly and rolled her hips. "Your **** knows her Master. I was able to seduce you, wasn't I?"

"Seduce?" He asked incredulously. "You practically attacked me. There was no seduction involved!"

"It worked didn't it?"

Stark had no rebuttal to her logic. "Quit your teasing and just fuck me like the **** you are!" He commanded, voice hard and sharp as his axe.

Frieren could do nothing but gleefully obey.

"Yes Master—Nghha!" With the levitation magic controlling her, the enslaved mage was able to slam herself down and up in a rocking, twisting motion that would have left her exhausted in seconds. She held it for a full minute, cumming twice without losing focus.

"Goddess!" Stark visibly held back his release, sweat dripping down his forehead and chest. Frieren suddenly wanted to lick his pectorals, but the positioning was off. "Need to cum! Where?"

"Anywhere!" Frieren managed to say through her moans. "Everywhere!"

Stark grunted something, then pulled her down with his full strength, overwhelming her magic. His teeth sank into her shoulder with bruising ****, marking her skin, while his cock jerked and throbbed inside her, filling her with all of its cum.

Once she was so full of cum it started to seep out of her and stain her inner thighs and both of their bellies, Stark slipped down so they were laying on the couch. His new elf **** draped atop him with her face resting on his chest and her mind far away.

Frieren felt for a moment like she existed as nothing but a hole to be filled. It was partly true, but she quickly came back to also being a powerful and wise and pretty and not old mage, eager to serve her Master's every whim.

They rested in companionable silence. Stark ran his hands along Frieren's spine and through her silky white hair. While Frieren dozed, occasionally twitching in an aftershock or licking up his sweat.

"Soooo, I can't get you pregnant, can I?"

"Hmmm... I have no idea, but I'm not opposed to trying if you desire it~" The image of herself swollen with child—Stark's child— suddenly seemed incredibly tantalizing.

"That is not what I meant and you know it!"

"That's what you said..." She grinned and wiggled her hips. "But another part of you is much more honest."

"I'll show you honest!"

Frieren simply giggled as Stark flipped her over to fuck her from behind, pounding her into the couch so hard and fast they slid across the room to thump against the wall.

All the while, the Golden Idol that had Charmed Frieren, smiled from its place on the other couch.

—Stark—

Some time later, Stark brought up a very important, but very awkward topic.

"What do we tell Fern? Where'd she go anyway?"