Talking to a Wizard

Stitch knew that women had an almost narcissistic need to feel desirable, and she needed it more than most, with her fucked up face and history of being discriminated against. It was natural to feel the appeal when you accidentally stumbled on a dude playing with himself, and he asked you to join him rather than getting pissed off and calling you a freak. But, having heard his tale of woe now, she felt bad. Fuck. She knew the guy wanted O-U-T out, that he'd made a promise that got him stuck, and she'd still just jumped right into bed with him. She bit her thumb as she sat on the edge of the bed, still naked, feeling guilty about taking advantage of him.

"You don't actually have to sleep with anybody else," she said, at last.

"Huh?" He asked.

"I mean, what I said earlier, I was just horny, frosh. Don't worry about it." She reached over for him, idly toying with his dark hair, still a little sticky with sweat.

"Oh. Uh." There was a silence that went on for several seconds. "Alright. Do you think anybody here knows a way for me to get out of this whole magic vow thing?"

She shrugged. "I'm more the technical magic kind of thing." She only knew the four spells. "Kabb's the artsy type, it's closer to fae stuff. You could ask her."

"Would she help?" He asked, sitting up on the bed, showing off that hot body of his, his gorgeous muscular chest, fuuuck she should just count herself lucky the traumatized hottie found comfort in her arms.

"Maybe?" Stitch didn't really know. Kabb was in a situation that was closer to hers than to Roger's, where she didn't want to go home, but she was more here for the magical knowledge of Arcadia than out of fear of getting her head hacked off if she went back home. Helping Roger would probably fuck that up. "Probably not. She wants to stay on Fals's good side."

He frowned at that. He had a cute little pout she wanted to kiss off his face and fuck it must have been too long since she last had sex with a guy that was attracted to her, because she was reacting way too hard. "I just want out of here - somebody else will actually take care of getting me out of Arcadia, she wouldn't really be responsible."

Stitch shrugged. His eyes went to her tits for just a moment, which was weird, but kinda hot. "You can ask her, I guess."

He nodded, then suddenly pursed his lips, a grin slowly beginning to crease his features a moment later. He looked good when he smiled too. "If I take you up on that offer of yours, it might give me an in. Like a Hare Krishna."

"A what?"

"They give you a nice flower then ask for donations, rather than just ask for donations," he said, standing up, his cock bouncing in the air for a moment before he superspeed hid all that bare flesh beneath his clothes. Her eyes widened at the sheer whirlwind of movement that he showed off. She'd seen stitches with speed augs - heck, she had a couple herself - but he moved ridiculously fast, like you were holding down the fast forward button to get to the good part of the porno. Or the rewind button, in this case. "Get dressed," he said. "Unless casual nudity is okay here."

"Oh. Right, okay," she agreed, getting dressed. She got the feeling that Roger was watching her as she dressed, which was hot in its own way. She didn't ruin it by checking. (He probably wasn't actually watching her, anyway.)

* * *

The harem was the sort of place which, on further inspection, really bridged a whole lot of different architectural designs. In particular, Kabb's house was a... very stout thing. As in, the roof came up to only a few inches over my head, and the front door to somewhere around my nipple. It had a curvy, organic feel to it, too, rather than solid angles like I generally expected of a house. "I take it she's short?" I asked Stitch.

"Yeah." Stitch just opened the door without any hesitation, ducking her head a bit to get in past the door - I had to duck quite a bit more to follow her inside, and I was soon greeted by the sight of the owner.

She was very chesty, and currently in her underwear, and came up to about my waist. Or she would have, if she was standing - she was currently lying in bed, rolling over to look our way. Her ears and brows were pierced, she had short, blue-black hair, and of course her skin was green and her ears were as big as a donkey's, sort of jutting out either side of her head. Her green eyes turned to us both as she looked at us. "You here to watch me fuck the frosh, Stitch?" She asked, licking her lips as she glanced my way.

"Yeah, pretty much," Stitch agreed, which suggested this was at least a vaguely normal occurrence for them - I guess that I had gotten the impression that Stitch had some kind of cuck kink.

I looked down at Kabb as she laid on her tiny little bed, and I had the obvious thought that there was absolutely no way that I could really fit on her bed. It was way too cramped. Still, I was pretty strong now - enough to manhandle Xico pretty easily, and she definitely weighed more than Kabb did, unless Kabb's bones were made of tungsten or something. "You want me to fuck you?" I prompted Kabb, and she grinned at that.

"Fuck, I dunno. What the shit's in it for me?"

I took out my cock at that, at superspeed, and her eyes widened as she saw how big I was. "Ohhh fuck that's a good 'un. And unlike the other guys with dicks that big, you actually fit in my fuckin' house." She hopped to her feet, approaching my cock shortly - she was eye-to-eye with the thing, my tip twitching right in front of her, and she leaned forward, giving it a kiss and then suckling on the tip of my length for a long second.

Her mouth was warm and tight. Her head, despite her petite size, was about as big as a normal person's head, so it was pretty easy for her to slowly bob her way inch by inch further down my cock. Stitch watched the whole thing from the sidelines with a wild look in her eyes. If her cheeks hadn't been covered by fur, I was pretty sure they would have been flush with arousal as she watched the scene playing out before her, as Kabb just worked my dick over with her mouth. She actually managed to take me all the way into her throat on the first slide downward, her tongue wiggling all over my dick as she stared up at me, a cocky little grin in her eyes - then she slid all the way back off, with a wet pop. "What's your style, slut? How you want me to fuck you?"

I was aiming to make a good impression on her, so I just asked - "What's your preferred state? I like making women feel good."

Kabb's eyebrows rose at that, a cocky little grin on her features. "That's fuckin' hot. No wonder Fals wanted to add this fuckin' awesome body to her harem, with a cock like this and thinkin' like that. More guys should be like you." She looked up at me, considering for just a second. "Can you fuck me on your dick? You like making girls feel good, right?" She was peeling off her panties as she spoke, revealing a pink sex to open air. "That means it's your job to make me feel good, y'know," she told me, in no uncertain terms - I just grabbed her under the arms, hefting her easily up into the air, angling her pussy right at my cock. "That's a good fuckin' slut. All you guys love my big fat tits, don't even care that you're getting totally dominated by a girl half your height."

I didn't really think of this as being 'dominated,' but, I guess she could enjoy it however she wanted. I just slowly slid her down my cock, groaning as her tight pussy wrapped taut around my dick. She wasn't unbearably tight, but holy shit, her fucking pussy was insane. My fingers clenched on her waist as I pumped her up and down my dick, her big fat tits bouncing with each movement. Kabb gave Stitch a quick glance, then let out a small laugh. "Look at her. Little cuck's gettin' off on this. You already fuck her?" I just grunted in agreement. "Hey, cuck, hey, I'm getting this big fat dick while your pussy's aching, isn't that right?"

That was... really unappealing, on Kabb's part. It was obvious just with a glance that while Stitch was getting off on watching me fuck another woman, she was really not enjoying being insulted by said other woman. Fortunately, there was an obvious solution: her crass and crude personality, plus her bite-sized body, meant that bullying her sexually sounded like a great time to me. I did consider the possibility that she'd get all pissed about it, but... well, I could just fuck her and make her come her brains out, that would be more fun than listening to her shit on Stitch. Even if she was a Mira type, she'd still feel grateful. Yeah, worked for me. I shifted my grip on her body, moving my hand so my thumb teased her clit, and just started to use all that superhuman speed of mine to instantly turn the tables on her.

For me, I was methodically, slowly, grinding my dick inside her, making soft, gentle rubs against her clit. Her whole body shivered and bounced. For her, on the other hand, I was pounding away pretty fucking hard, gauging by the way her tits bounced up and down on a very large arc as I pumped away. She stopped talking, just letting her mouth fall open as she moaned and came on my cock, her pussy squeezing down tight on my dick. It felt really fucking nice, and shutting her up so she stopped bullying Stitch added its own pleasant little flavor to the whole affair.

Stitch's own breathing became heavy and audible, her mouth falling open in a very doglike fashion as she panted at the view before her. I shifted my grip for a moment and just about tore off my shirt, revealing my bare chest, and both her and Kabb freely looked me over, drinking in my naked chest in that way women in this world did, eyes running along every bump and grove, occasionally just following the slow trickle of a single bead of sweat across bare skin.

I pretty much could go forever, the way I was fucking Kabb - she had a tight pussy, yeah, and it only got tighter each time she came... but I was sawing at like, a couple inches a second, from my perspective. She looked a lot cuter now that her green skin was slowly growing slick and shiny with sweat, her eyelashes fluttering, her lips parting. Her cheeks were soon dyed in pink as she just moaned and came, over and over again, a cute and sexy little thing. I shifted her over to her bed, placing her on her back on it as I fucked into her, and the new position let me free up my hands while continuing to pump inside her - she didn't complain about the change in position, being much too distracted by the pleasure she was experiencing.

At that point, I took off her bra, tossing it haphazardly to one side, leaving her bare breasts exposed to open air. Her tits were definitely big - possibly the biggest I'd seen up close in real life. Certainly they seemed the biggest, but that might just have been thanks to the contrast to her petite body; maybe Kate's actually had more volume. In any case, with her on her back on the bed, I could keep playing with her clit while my hand went to her tit, just groping the gorgeous, full fat flesh, sighing as I felt her up, as her perky nipples scraped against my palm while I enjoyed her body. She was much cuter like this, with a stupid pleasured look on her face and no more crude insults offered to Stitch.

Stitch, on the other hand, had slowly but surely approached me, staring at the scene, continuing to pant like a dog. Literally, like a bitch in heat. It was something deeply sexy, even if it had yet to quite rise to the level of doing anything sexual like playing with herself or groping me or whatever - she was just eyeing me up, wandering her gaze down to where my dick was plunging in and out of another woman's pussy with an expression of raw, intense, desire.

I remembered what she had said earlier, and let go of Kabb's tit, instead reaching out for Stitch's butt, pulling her close to me in a few short breaths, then slipping my hand into her pants and starting to play with her clit and pussy. Her mouth opened, and she tried to say something, but I was moving at superspeed and she wasn't exactly enunciating. I was pretty sure it was words to the effect of 'more' or 'oh God' or something like that, anyway. I just smiled up at her, admired Kabb's bouncing tits, and enjoyed myself.

* * *

Stitch was panting heavily as Roger's fingers played with her clit. Those fingertips of his moved at a lightning pace, but there wasn't even the hint of pain from running too fast. He continued pounding away at Kabb like he had completely lost all sense - but it was really Kabb who had done that. She didn't know if this was a trauma response or if he was just this much of a sex freak to begin with, but at this point, she no longer cared. Those slim fingers of his were brushing along her wet pussy, and soon enough, she came. Her hands clasped his wrist as she briefly howled in pleasure, and he just grinned in response, actually going so far as to give her a quick peck on her nose.

By all the saints, this guy was a freak in the sack. A total slut. She spoke up, letting the words spill out, even though part of her said she was being too fucking stupid and horny as she spoke, that he'd get pissed at her for being mean and never fuck her again. "Fuck, you are one hot, hot, fucking slut, you love it, you love pussy, you're a pussy-loving slut," she breathed out, panting, wild-eyed, as she looked at him. He just smiled at that, not minding at all, continuing to finger her, and she mewled on his hand, starting to rub her cunt against him. Fuck, he hadn't even bothered to take off her clothes and he was pleasuring her like this, it was too damn hot, she was acting like a total perv and he didn't even care.

With superpowers and a sex drive like this, no fucking wonder that Fals had brought him into her harem. The only question was why she'd fucked it up so bad he didn't want to screw her no more, because she was pretty much in heaven at this point, and she'd barely known him for a day. A guy like this? This was her dumb teenage porno fantasy, the kind you only really saw in mind control smut because it was too ridiculous. A guy who would fuck on demand, who treated her like she was pretty much a queen, and who treated his body like a thing that was meant to get women off. Her fingers clenched on his forearm again as she orgasmed, howling once more.

She completely lost track of time, in that beautiful moment, all those long sexual fantasies coming true all at once. She only came back to reality when he suddenly intensified his pace inside of Kabb, making the little goblin witch start stuttering in surprise that he had another level to reach. It was sexy as hell to watch, the slut just working extra hard - then suddenly bottoming out inside her and just coming, completely uninhibited, not a care in the world. It was even sexier because she realized that he hadn't come this whole time, he had just forgotten because he was that much of a fucking slut, he prioritized a woman's pleasure that much.

She was drooling like a dog, she knew, as he finally pulled his hand out of her cunt, and she so dearly wanted him to fuck her again... but they had a point in being here. She just flopped down to take a seat on the edge of Kabb's bed, not entirely trusting her legs, and wiped her mouth. "Fuck," she breathed.

"Fuck," Kabb agreed, a bit more unsteadily, still recovering from the orgasmic bliss he had taken her to.

"Stitch mentioned that you're a magic user, better with the kind of magic that Fals uses?" Kabb just nodded, her entire body slick with sweat as Roger stood over her. He had a bit of sweat to him, too, of course, and Stitch wanted to lean forward and start licking it off. (Not his cock, it was coated in cum and he needed a serious bath for it - but everywhere else? Absolutely.) "I was wondering if you could tell me what you think about the... vow that I wound up entered into, with her."

* * *

I explained in as much detail as I could, how the vow worked. Kabb asked some questions - "Did she," she was huffing, "make any, damn effort, to see that, you can still, call her up to, fuck, when you wanna?"

"Yeah. She told me to talk to the guards, told Stitch to pass the message onto her... I just figured that was her hoping that I'd 'come to my senses' and decide to have sex with her again."

"Mm... maybe," Kabb said. "But probably, it's... a vow is..." she waggled her arms bonelessly in the air. "It's fucking complicated, but it's like, you can't get something for nothing. That's how the more, uhh, artistic forms of magic work. I mean, technical magic kinda works the same way, but it's all mana manipulation. So, there has to be fuckin' something she's giving you. And she has to actually fuckin' give it, or the vow will fall apart."

"So she has to make sure I can keep fucking her," I said, and Kabb nodded along with that. I thought about it, but it didn't really seem very helpful. It wasn't the kind of thing I could screw up, was it? Well... "What if I got locked up in here? As in, me and Stitch dig a real deep hole and she leaves me down it, and I can't get out to ask for sex with Fals?"

Kabb just shrugged. "Iunno. I don't know specifics of her fuckin' vow, dude. I didn't make it."

"I don't think we'd be allowed to dig a hole that deep before the guards noticed," Stitch added.

It was already like, two minutes to get to the guards... hrm. "Actually, Stitch, cast Vertex on me again," I said, and she was on me in a heartbeat, pressing her hand against my bare chest a little too friendly fashion... I mentally resolved to give her plenty of chances to grope me again when I came back. She let out a quiet, doglike, whine, as I got myself dressed, and then I zipped on out of there.

There was only one exit to the harem, so I went to the opposite wall, walked up it, and pressed against the force field. Then I spoke. "I really want to fuck Fals," I said, and... I was still stuck here. Maybe it was the wrong wall? No, rubbing my shoulder against the other three walls as I tried the same thing didn't do anything. I sighed and returned to Kabb's house. It had been maybe one whole minute in objective time, but Stitch had gotten herself dressed while Kabb just lounged there, legs dangling over the edge of her bed, some of my cum leaking out of her pussy. She was pretty cute, when she wasn't being a bitch. "Hey," I said, giving her butt a little grope. "Can you break this vow on me?"

She snorted. "Man, I'm mostly here on account of if I let her play with my tits while I sit in her lap, she lets me read all kinds of fucking ancient magic and shit. She's thousands of years old, the queen of an entire dimension, and... I mean, have you seen her in a fuckin' fistfight?" I had seen her in an actual combat. "She's more a mage than a warrior. Well, fae mage, which is kinda different, not really spells so much as tricks, but this is one of her tricks. Might as well ask me to tear down these walls with my bare hands."

I sighed at that, rubbing my brow.

"Plus I wouldn't do it fuckin' anyway," she added. "Since then she'd get pissed at me and not let me study her shit any more. If I was lucky she'd kick me back to fuckin' Teegai, if I wasn't she'd hack my fuckin' head off."

"Thanks for the info. And, don't worry, she already knows I want to escape at the earliest opportunity, since I already tried multiple times."

"Good luck, dude. Though, I kinda hope you don't succeed, because fuuuuuck you're a good-ass lay."

Stitch and I wound up leaving Kabb's home at that point. She was obviously eyeing me up every single step I took, but I did have the problem that I'd soaked my clothes with sweat, and also, I only had these clothes. "Uhh... do I just... wear my clothes until they literally fall apart?" I asked, idly grabbing my shirt by the scruff and wiping at the sweat on my face. Stitch just stared at me, since I'd pulled my shirt up a few inches and that was one of those things that was even sexier than being naked. "Or what?"

"Huh?" She asked. "Oh. Oh." She licked her lips, or, well, the doggy equivalent, which I guessed was licking her nose. "No, there's... um, you can ask a guard for a full wardrobe, but we've got a bathing area, it's mixed but, you know, it's safe. There's some magic rocks there that, you leave your dirty clothes on them, and they get clean after a few minutes."

"Oh, neat," I said. "Take me to it. And, yes," I added, since Stitch had been incredibly helpful, "you can bathe with me."

* * *

Stitch almost loped ahead of him, which was embarrassing as fuck. She hadn't been a quadruped since she was five, when her legs had started to shift from digitigrade to plantigrade, but those instincts still appeared occasionally when she was asked to move quickly. Only, she wasn't asked to move quickly, and in fact that would be counterproductive, but she really, really wanted to bathe with him, since he was fucking hot and... ah... fuck. "Hey," she panted out, as he rapidly undressed. "You mind, uhh, slipping in, just to the waist, first? I want to lick your upper body clean."

He snorted at that, but he just smiled. "Sure," he said, settling into it, his dick getting submerged beneath the supernaturally cleansing waters. She promptly leaned forward and started to lick, and he didn't do a single thing to stop her. He actually went so far as to scratch one of her ears, which, fucking hot. She really wanted him to fuck her, but, she could ask after they were done bathing. "Anybody else got any useful knowledge about how to get out of here?" He asked.

She could think of a couple other people. Even if it was a bad thing to think, she kinda hoped he got them on his side the same way that he'd done with Kabb... as it was, she just gave a little nod and kept licking up that delicious salty sweat of his, loving his taste on her tongue.