Sasha, the Femboy Mage

"I've never fucked a half-elf," he ponders aloud. "I've also never had sex with another man, for that matter."

"So, you're thinking of inviting Sasha in?"

"Maybe. Would that be okay?"

"Absolutely." She gestures in the air, and sparks fly off from her fingers. She's probably sending orders to her puppets to go fetch the mage. After this, she goes to the corner of her room with the little table, and sits on a small cushioned chair. As always, she has all the elegance of a queen on a throne, no matter how simple her seat may actually be.

"Although, I do have a question... What exactly is the nature of his relationship with Kazath? Are they together-together?"

"No, they're just friends with benefits. Even if Sasha wishes they were more."

Korr can't help but frown. "Wait. Are you saying that, of the two, Kazath is the one who wants to keep their thing a secret?"

"Yes."

"The dirty outlaw?"

"Huh-huh."

"Not the all-powerful high-society wizard?"

"First off, you might be overselling Sasha a little. He has gold and power, sure, but he's not an aristocrat or something. And Kazath... Kazath has this little personality cult going on with his group. His fellow bandits see him as this savage killing machine. Openly dating a dainty frail magic-user would hurt his image, hence why he insists on not telling anyone about his business with Sasha."

"So... his bandits are... homophobic?"

"I don't think so. They would still judge him if they learned that he regularly hooked up with a delicate and feeble woman."

"They sound like assholes."

"They're thieves and murderers, dear. They're not exactly saints."

"Yeah, when you put it this way."

A smile creeps up on the corner of the witch's lips, as if she just thought of something amusing. "Did you pick Sasha because you're interested in him, or simply for the vain pleasure of spiting Kazath by bedding one of his partners?"

Korr stares back at her and shrugs. "I don't really like Kazath, but it's not like I got a feud or a competition or whatever going on with him. It's just... I might've felt bad if I learned they were actually a couple and we invited his boyfriend up to fuck him."

Stella chuckles. "Might've?"

"A little."

There is a knock at the door. A mannequin opens it and holds it open, and then the mage slides in.

Korr takes a moment to observe him, and he feels a slight knot at his throat. Sasha is undeniably attractive, with his delicate features and his long silky auburn hair. His smooth face is adorned with a bit of makeup around his pretty eyes and over his soft-looking lips, and there are shiny jewels embedded in his long pointy ears. His nails are impractically long and decorated, as if his hands were more for showing off than working with. That last part seems to have an effect on Korr, who's unable to repress his smile.

"Mistress Brightstar," the half-elf says in a respectful voice before bowing down.

"No need to be so formal here, Sasha. Korr and I have a very... casual arrangement."

"Is that so?" He eyes the big orc up and down, a glimmer of lust behind his dreamy eyes.

"Make yourself comfortable," Stella says while her dress starts to move on its own. The magical gossamer slides off from her arms, turning into a neat pile on the table beside her. She stands up, wearing nothing but a set of lingerie, which, frankly, looks incredibly amazing on her.

For a moment, Korr forgets about the androgynous half-elf as he stares as the witch's displayed curves, the black lace hugging her crotch and her large breasts tightly. He's peering at her wonderful form when he hears the sound of fabric hitting the ground. His eyes follow the noise, and then widen as he watches Sasha stepping over the pile that was his mage's robe.

His body is smooth and pale, with the barest hint of muscle around his midsection, as well as a surprisingly toned lower half. His thighs and his bubble butt look shockingly firm for their thickness; Sasha certainly notices Korr looking, as he traces one of his long lacquered nails over his thigh and all the way up to his crotch, where a tiny thong bulges with what appears to be a considerably small manhood.

The two magic-users approach the orc, pushing him back onto the bed. Korr's hands move towards his belt, but they are each stopped by one of his companion. Stella and Sasha stare at him with lust-filled eyes, and he opens his palms to show he'll be complacent.

"Just take off your shirt, stud," Sasha whispers, his voice echoing deep in the orc's brain. "We'll take care of the rest."

He obeys, taking off his top, and then watches eagerly (but without touching) as the witch and the mage starts taking off his pants.