It can cause many things to happen, sometimes without anyone's meaning to.
Ciaran Xanderson is my OC.
Karen Gaianni belongs to Karen.
Tags: nsfw, elf, summoner, human, wizard, bondage, foot worship, facesitting, cowgirl, cum_on_tits
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Ciaran's wand swished through the air and the cultist was felled. He never liked cultists; especially not the stereotypical ones. And these were as typical as you could get-black robes, sacrifices, charismatic leader, the whole deal.
He heard something around the next corner and pressed himself to the wall as he edged closer, holding his breath. He listened intently to the footsteps getting closer, judging the distance away from him.
When they got close enough, he rounded the corner, pointing his wand forth-
"Stop right there!"
"Hold it there!"
There was the crystal tip of a staff at his throat. He and the stranger exchanged looks, then lifted their weapons away, realizing that neither was a cultist.
The elf had pale skin, bright pink hair and equally luminous green eyes. Her black and dark blue attire left little to the imagination, yet hugged all of her curves nicely. Ciaran forced himself to look at her face, which was every bit as beautiful as her figure.
"Well... that's certainly a unique way of meeting someone." Ciaran broke the silence.
"Indeed. Are you also here for the Staff of Lustful Miasma?" the elf asked.
"No, I'm just here to stop a sacrifice from happening to a young lady."
The elf blinked "Oh. I already teleported her out before they could complete their preparation ritual, so that's already done."
"Oh, thanks." Ciaran told her. At least he knew his charge was out of danger already. "Well, since you already did my job for me, how about I help you get the staff?"
Her eyes narrowed, and her grip on her staff tightened very slightly. Ciaran got the sense that she didn't trust him. Fair enough-they'd only just met.
"Call it a way to get some more exercise, if you will. I need to burn off some of the extra potatoes I ate last night." Ciaran added.
The elf giggled a little at that, glancing at his podgy stomach. "Okay, but try not to become a burden."
"I won't. By the way, Ciaran Xanderson. I prefer just 'Ciaran'." He introduced himself with a short bow.
Karen blinked, surprised "The rebellious noble turned wizard?"
"My reputation precedes me, I see." Ciaran smirked.
"I've heard a lot of stories..." the elf looked him up and down "I'm Karen Gaianni."
It was Ciaran's turn to blink "The summoner?" He'd heard plenty of rumours himself; she was a summoner who travelled the realms searching for powerful magical artifacts.
"The very same." Karen replied. "Well, at least now I know you're not a rookie."
"Yeah, this won't become another babysitting thing unless one of us screws up badly." Ciaran sighed, starting to walk along the corridor.
They stayed silent for the most part, ears listening out for any signs of cultists. But it seemed... quiet. And that put Ciaran on edge; they knew this fort a lot better than he did.
"What's to say they've got an ambush waiting for us ahead?" Ciaran quietly asked his companion.
"No doubt..." Karen answered in a whisper.
The two spellcasters came to a heavy door that they had to put their backs into pushing open. The room before them was dark, but the smell was unmistakably from corpses. This was likely the room they stored all their sacrifices.
The door slammed shut behind them and the room lit up brightly with torches. Sure enough, there was a large pile of corpses stacked on one side of the room. One the other side, a small army of cultists, all wielding daggers or wands.
"Kill the intruders!" one of the cultists at the door shouted. At the same time, some of the corpses in the huge pile began to get up, as if controlled by puppet strings. Karen and Ciaran both gripped their weapons tightly.
"Leave the corpses to me." Ciaran told Karen.
She answered simply "No arguments here; I've got the cultists."
Karen conjured a wolf made of lightning, which charged into the enemies on her side of the room with a howl that made Ciaran's arm hair stand on end.
Ciaran turned his attention to the corpses, shambling towards them. With a shout of "Fluvius Ignis", a blast of flame shot from his wand and set fire to some of the corpses. They only managed a few steps before collapsing on the ground.
Karen, meanwhile, was brandishing a whip while directing her wolf's attacks against the cultists. Two of them were blasted with a barrage of lightning and dropped to the floor. Another fell victim to her whip, and was dragged into the lightning wolf's jaws.
Ciaran pointed his wand forth, sending a ball of fire into the group of reanimated bodies. The body it hit directly was incinerated completely, the others blasted back by the heatwave.
"Gotta say, as well as beautiful, you're one of the most powerful summoners I've ever seen!" Ciaran shouted over the ruckus.
"Thank you, you're not exactly bad yourself!" Karen replied, flourishing her staff and sending a wave of force into the cultists that threw them all off balance.
Ciaran briefly wondered if she meant his magic or his looks, but then refocused. They were still surrounded on all sides. His next spell was a piercing bolt of magic that felled 4 more of the corpses shuffling to them.
Karen's whip swung through the air and laid one of the cultists flat on the ground. A follow up attack from her staff stopped him getting up.
Ciaran's wand pointed and one of the cultists was frozen to the floor. Karen's wolf dove onto them, and they were quickly ended. The summoner followed up with a spin of her whip that smacked 3 of the cultists away from her.
Ciaran pointed his wand at the floor under the reanimated bodies and focused. His wand blasted out a beam of ice magic that froze the undead in place. His follow up spell was a chain lightning blast that killed all but one of the bodies.
Karen's wolf blasted the remaining cultists with a storm of lightning, and Karen finished them off with an arcane arrow for each.
With a fiery slash of Ciaran's wand, the last reanimated body fell, quickly followed by the final cultist in the room. Ciaran looked at his companion, to see her body glistening with sweat, her hair swishing through the air majestically.
In the aftermath of the battle, Karen looked so beautiful. So desireable. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to ask to eat her out-
Ciaran shook his head. He could ask her out on a date once they were finished here. And yet, he couldn't stop his mind from thinking about how sexy she'd look splayed out on a bed, her face contorting in pleasure as he licked away at her honeypot...
"Ciaran? Are you okay?" Karen's voice brought him back to reality.
"Y-Yeah. Just a lack of sleep." Ciaran half-lied, forcefully reining in his lust for elvenkind "Let's keep going."
Karen wondered aloud "Where's the leader? I didn't see him in the fight, or when exploring this place."
"Probably warped out of the building as soon as the fight started. His kind are all cowards." Ciaran answered.
The two companions walked down a long corridor, surprised that there were no traps or wards between them and their goal. Confident that they'd dealt with the cultists already, they talked freely.
"So, that's a good doggy you've got." Ciaran commented.
"Raiko, you mean?"
"Yeah. I know you're a Summoner of course, but I'm not familiar with exactly what you can summon."
Karen's look was pensive "Aside from Raiko, I presume you mean. For starters there's Viper-a flame winged serpent. Two ghost wolves-Freki and Geri-that are skillful with freeze attacks and... also an large Earth Golem, who I mainly use as defense."
"Quite the collection."
"Indeed. Then last but not least, there's Sermo. He's a shadow elemental who can sense danger. I got him as a gift from Luxas' Queen."
"You know Alexandra??" Ciaran's surprise overrode his silence.
"Yes, I helped her and her subjects out after Luxas was destroyed." Karen told him "I presume from your addressing her by first name that you're seen as a friend?"
"Ehh... it's hard for me to say. I'm one of her no doubt hundreds of bedmates, but beyond that..." Ciaran's throat felt tight as he spoke.
Perhaps Karen sensed his unease, for she changed the subject "That wraps up all of my summons. What about you? What magic can you use?"
"Well, I try to be adaptable. Jack of all trades, master of none. Fire, ice, lightning, from single target to wide area spells-I try to cover any weaknesses in my arsenal."
"Do you have any summons?" Karen asked.
"No, I don't think I'd be a very good caretaker for them. I mostly work alone." Ciaran answered simply.
They came to a large door, with a huge metal bar across the middle. Meaning they were trying to keep something in, not out. The two companions made short work of lifting the bar and dropping it to the side.
The door opened to a large stone chamber with a huge staircase in front of them, leading upwards. At the top was a podium, upon which sat a long staff, thick and tinted a pink colour. Ciaran could easily see out the carving of a penis on the base, and a large breast at the tip. A faint wisp of pink was shooting from the carved breast.
"That must be it." Ciaran pointed out, rather redundantly. His mind wandered as to what drink he could buy to celebrate this latest vict-
A flash of light from Karen's staff snapped him back to where he stood, and his wand arm instinctively shot up to block the spell.
"Do you think I'm stupid? You were just about to tie me up and use my body for all sorts of lewd acts, weren't you?!"
"Wh-What makes you think that?" Ciaran stepped back, holding his wand out before him to block any other spells.
"Don't try to pretend you don't know what I mean!"
"I was just thinking about how nice it'd be to get a drink with you after we're done!" Ciaran protested.
"So you were hoping to get me drunk, as well!" Karen's next spell shot at Ciaran crotch, and he dove out of the way to avoid it.
Ciaran's spell ricocheted off of Karen's staff. She summoned the wolf made of lightning again; it charged at him until he blasted it apart with a large stream of water. Her next spell blasted him backwards with a wave of force, but he was able to keep his footing. He had a brief mental image of Karen shoving him onto a bed with the same force, but shook his head to clear it from his mind.
Karen seemed to be struggling too; her breaths were coming in heated pants as she fired another spell at him. The very air in the room was undoubtedly getting... heavier. Each breath Ciaran took seemed to fill his mind with lustful thoughts, all of them concerning Karen.
He knew that the staff was causing this, but how could he reach the staff to get rid of it with Karen shooting at him? No, he had to find a way to finish this fight now.
As he blasted Karen's spell towards the ceiling, an idea came to Ciaran. Maybe if he tied her up and left the staff with her, she'd get the idea that he didn't want to do such things? And then maybe she'd track him down and thank him with her body-
No! Ciaran told himself to focus. He dodged Karen's spell and pointed his wand forth, concentrating hard as he shouted the words: "Arcessere ligamen funes!"
Multiple conjured ropes shot from Ciaran's wand, and Karen's eyes went wide as they came towards her. But then, the ropes turned around and flew towards their conjuror. Before Ciaran could react, his arm were tied above his head and his legs roped together. He lost balance and fell to the floor with a loud thud that made him hiss in pain.
"Well, well... seems like I'm not the only one who this happens to..." Karen commented, sounding like she was trying her hardest not to laugh at his predicament.
"I wasn't trying to tie you up and do lewd things! I swear!" Ciaran tried to reason with her.
"Then why did you summon binding ropes? Hmm?~" the summoner asked.
"I was going to leave the staff with you! I never take advantage of women-I find the idea horrendous!" Ciaran tried to keep the anger out of his voice. "You've heard the rumours about me already, haven't you?!"
"Yes, I have... But now I want to put those rumours to the test..." Within mere seconds, Karen's clothing lay on the floor in a heap. Sweat dripped down her luscious body as she walked towards him...
All of Ciaran's anger had gone, evaporated into surprise "Uhh... Usually I have to buy a pretty woman dinner before she lets me see the goods..."
"Less talking, more serving, Mr Elf-Fetishist~"
"Gllk!" Ciaran nearly gagged as half of her foot was shoved between his lips.
"Lick..." she whispered. Even with lust exuding from it, her command still carried enough authority for Ciaran to immediately oblige her.
His tongue pushed against her dainty toes, and the salty taste of her sweat dripped onto it. He directed his lips around her foot and sucked slightly, his tongue snaking between the gaps of her toes.
Karen waved her staff, and a chair was conjured beneath her. She sat down, still not taking her foot from his mouth. Her toes wiggled in his mouth, and she didn't break eye contact with him for even a second.
After a time, Karen spoke as she suddenly removed her foot from his mouth "Mmm... I didn't miss your comment about my being beauitiful back in that chamber... I bet you say that to all the elves, hmm?~"
"Just the pink-haired ones..."
"Fufufu. Tongue out..." She told him. Ciaran stuck his tongue out, and she ran her sole along it. Judging from the way her toes wiggled, it tickled her.
Then, her other foot was pushed against Ciaran's mouth far less forcefully. He opened his mouth, allowing her toes inside. Karen moaned slightly as Ciaran sucked her toes, his tongue slipping between the gaps again.
Not long later, her foot was pulled back, and Karen spoke "Each toe now. Individually~"
Ciaran obeyed, sucking each toe she presented to him one by one, giving deep, sensual sucks. She kept each toe in his mouth for a good while, and repeated the entire lick of her sole when she was done.
"I see what those rumours meant by 'altruistic to a fault'." she sounded almost impressed "But now, I'd like you to lick something far tastier~"
Karen lazily waved her staff, and Ciaran's clothes vanished, appearing in a messy pile next to Karen's. She briefly stroked his already-hard cock with her foot before swinging her leg over his face and squatting down. Ciaran's mouth was already open to recieve her pussy, and Karen's aim was true: it was planted directly over his mouth.
The elf's pussy juices, extremely sweet yet with a somewhat bitter aftertaste, flowed freely as Ciaran's tongue explored the summoner's cunny. The wizard delighted in her taste, and in her soft moans as he pleasured her. Karen briefly leaned back, forcing his nose between her cheeks, and he breathed in her luscious scent. Karen repositioned herself so she was kneeling instead of squatting, then Ciaran felt Karen wrap a hand around his cock and start to stroke. Slowly, at first. But he felt that she felt even hornier than him.
Ciaran felt the ropes binding his arms and legs fall away; the spell had finally worn off. He could have taken his chance to push Karen off of him, but why ever would he want to? Instead, he moved his hands upwards, curling them around Karen's beautiful thighs, pulling her ass onto his face.
"Ahhhn~" the elf moaned aloud as his tongue licked at her nether lips. She reached behind her and spread her asscheeks apart, allowing him to continue. His tongue dipped inside a few times before he pulled back and sucked at her pussy. He was rewarded with the feeling of a short kiss on his cockhead.
Ciaran's tongue reveled in the elf's juices, lapping them up like a thirsty dog. Karen pushed herself back while stroking him faster, the wizard pushing his tongue in as deeply as he could manage. Karen shuddered slightly, her hand gripping his cock with an almost painful firmness.
"Uhn... I can't wait any longer..." she moaned, getting off of Ciaran's face.
Karen straddled the wizard, her pussy rubbing up and down his cock. But even she couldn't keep up the teasing for long, and she perched herself atop it. Both lovers moaned aloud as Karen's honeypot slid down Ciaran's shaft, taking him all the way to the base.
The pink-haired elf wasted no time, already starting to lift herself up Ciaran's shaft, as far as her thighs permitted, before pushing back down with a cry of pleasure.
Ciaran's hands cupped Karen's tits, groping them as she rode him. He began to thrust upwards, not wanting her to do all the work. In answer, she placed her hands over Ciaran's, encouraging him to squeeze harder.
"Uhhhhn... Feels so nice... The rumours-oooooh-are true after a-ahhhhhnnn~" Karen moaned aloud. Her hips slapped faster as she sped up further, the wonderous plapping sound a delight to Ciaran's ears as much as the elf's resonant moans.
Ciaran's hands moved downwards, his left squeezing one Karen's plentiful thighs, the other rubbing at her bean as she rode him.
"Fuck... you're-ahn-amazing~" Ciaran breathed out, between his own moans of rapture, looking at her beautiful face.
"Oooh, you're g-gonna make me... Uuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnffffff!" Karen bit her lip as she came, her eyes rolling upwards briefly. Ciaran felt her pussy tighten as she came, but she didn't stop riding him; she didn't even slow down.
Karen panted as she looked him in the eyes, riding him-if anything-even faster "L-let me know... when you're... nearly there~"
Her moans, coupled with her faster riding, meant it was only a minute or so later before the wizard could feel himself building to his own climax.
Ciaran moaned aloud "G-Getting close!"
Karen got off of him and knelt down "On my tits... I wanna see them shine with your cum!"
Ciaran quickly stood up and Karen stroked his cock with both hands rapidly, her tongue hanging out slightly. Her soft hands and the lewd look on her face quickly pushed Ciaran over the edge.
"Uhhhhhhhnnnnnnn..." The wizard's load shot all over Karen's plump, round tits, glazing them with his seed. Karen scooped up some of it with her fingers and sucked it off, letting out a small "Mmm..." at the taste.
Ciaran panted for a few seconds, propping himself up with a hand on the wall, before managing to speak "Phew... that was... different..."
Karen blushed slightly as she stood back up "Uhh... sorry if I was a bit... rough."
"Ehh... truth be told, I enjoyed it. I like it when a woman takes charge." Ciaran chuckled "But..."
"W-what?" Karen asked.
"You can buy me a glass of rum to make up for all the sweat I had to drink~"
"Pfft. Deal." Karen smirked, grabbing the staff from the podium "Now, let's get this thing out of here before I get the urge to cover that handsome face in kiss marks."
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