Author's notes:

About the language and notation:

The Baylon language is a predecessor to Latin, which is why it looks like Latin at a glance.

Mental communication is denoted by a < and ends with a >, so a mental communication will look like this: "< Who are you? >"

In ancient times Egypt was known as Kumet

Some warnings:

This is erotic action adventure, meaning that there will be both sex and violence, but I don't mix the two.

This story is posted on the Literotica website and the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent.

P.S. I haven't gotten an editor yet, so any mistakes are mine. Interested editors are welcome :)

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Chapter 12 -- Flashback: Learning to forge

Halls of Ordo Architectus, Baylon.

For thousands of years, the Ordo Architectus (Baylon: Order of Engineers) had developed and refined the art of power assisted crafting, reaching a point where they could use Ars Magica and Ars Mentalis to do wondrous work with materials like Malanga, Bdel, Iron Silk and Adamant. The materials that almost all Baylon weapon and armor were made of.

However, the smiths at the Ordo Architectus craft hall also taught the techniques of bronze working, as well as iron and steel forging since primitive versions of those techniques were in use in both the Bhārata region and in the Hittite Empire.

All agents operating outside Baylon for longer periods of time, had to be able to make new weapons from local materials and apparently, someone higher up in the system had decided that it had been my turn.

That was the reason why I had spent half a year at the Ordo Architectus' crafting halls in the city of Mordcha, learning the ins and outs of making wooden bows and metal weapons with and without the use of powers.

I had expected the work to be boring but to my pleasant surprise, I found that the process of creating something with my hands was just as mentally relaxing as painting. As a bonus, both the manual skills, as well as the Ars Mentalis tricks, I had learned, could be used for creative purposes, like sculpturing or forging small decorative pieces, as well as creating weapons like the Lescarian Dao or the Kumetian Khopesh.

Consequently, I developed a habit of staying in the forging hall some extra hours every day, using the extra time to make small items like a bronze butterfly for my sister, a belt buckle for my father, a rose for Verina and a candleholder for my mother.

My latest project was a return to weapon making, as it was a bronze sword for Jia. Since she wasn't Baylon, I wasn't allowed to make a steel weapon to her, but bronze weapon were permitted, so that was what I was making.

I was going all out on making this sword, using all the materials, equipment and techniques available to me. Not only because it was a gift for Jia, but I also intended to use the sword as one of the five pieces we were required to make to graduate the course.

The blade consisted of two different types of bronze, a hard bronze for the edge and tip and a more flexible one for the spine. However, I had added other materials to the bronze to make it better, chiefly among them iron and a bit of sulphur. After having researched bronze making, I also added some lux to the mixture.

A strange material, lux was distilled from urine as a by-product from making medicine and despite being highly flammable in its pure form, it could be mixed with copper and tin, to create a type of bronze, that was a lot harder and more flexible than ordinary bronze.

It wasn't perfect, but it was the best weapon material I was allowed to make, and it was a lot better than the bronze swords in use in the rest of the world.

It was also enormously complicated to make, and I had to recast it four times before I got all the cracks and errors out of it. Once I had the blade I wanted, I had hammered the edge and double fuller into the blade, before mounting the curved guard along with the bronze handle.

The pommel was to consist of a bronze rose and I was in the middle of hammering out one of the petals, when I noticed someone entering the forge.

I smiled to myself when I discovered it was Dianna, my other, but equally important, reason for staying in the forge hall longer than usual.

A Mage in the Ordo Architectus, Dianna Piso was different from the well-trained warrior women of the Ordo Gladius and the Feminae Bellum, but that didn't stop her from being both sexy and cute at the same time.

Her dark blonde hair was short and framed a good-looking face, adorned with a set of blue eyes as clear as gems and the freckles over her short nose added to the cute look.

As most Baylon women she was the same height as I was, but where I had spent a good deal of time doing physical- and weapon training, she had read books and practiced spells. Consequently, she was slim without being thin, with nice little ass and perky tits.

As most time, she was wearing a knee length green skirt that somehow went well with her red sleeveless top.

Walking nearer, she looked at the sword hilt and chuckled. "I do admire your patience, Ivah, but shouldn't that one be finished by now?"

Grinning, I shook my head. "Nope. I'm only allowed to use powers at the creating and smelting of the bronze and again when finishing it. All forging must be done without powers."

Dianna looked mock horrified. "Without powers! What terrible crime did you commit, to be punished like this?"

I leaned closer and lowered my voice to a whisper. "I had sex with a mage of the Ordo Architectus and made her forget about magic for a while. Repeatedly, I might add."

"The shame... the dishonour." She giggled, moving closer. "Will the poor girl survive?"

"Oh, yes. Last I saw her, she looked extremely satisfied."

"Tsk, Tsk. What would make any decent girl do a thing like that?"

I lowered my voice again. "I honestly have no idea, but I liked every heartbeat of it."

"Good."

With Dianna being present, I doubted that I would get much more work done, so I placed the hammer back on its place on the tool rack.

When I turned around again, Dianna had moved right next to me and as soon as I turned, she flung her arms around me, kissing me hungrily. It was a kiss full of lust and it went right to my dick, making it hard in a few heartbeats.

Feeling it pressing against her, Dianna wriggled her hips against it, and broke the kiss just long enough to whisper. "Sorry, but I'm so horny. Exui "

Recognizing the magical word, she had uttered, I didn't even attempt to resist it and a moment later, we were both naked and our clothes placed in neat piles on the floor.

Wasting no time, Dianna dropped to her knees on the hard floor and sucked my stiff cock into her mouth. Shivering from the feeling, I took a quick look around, but like it usually was at this hour, the forging hall was empty except for us.

Then I looked down at Dianna and watched as she licked her way down the length of my cock, until she reached the base. Then she reached up with a hand and stroked me, while she licked and sucked my balls.

The feeling made me groan, but apparently, she was impatient, because after giving my balls a good licking, she sucked and nipped her way back up my dick and captured the head between her soft lips.

Dianna was moaning as she did it and from the movement of her other arm, I had no doubt she was playing with herself at the same time.

She flicked her tongue against the slit at the tip, and I shuddered at the feeling. With her left hand still wrapped around the base, she began moving her head back and forth, sliding her moist lips over the exposed head and caressing me with her tongue as she did. Then she would lock her lips, trapping the head in her mouth, while stroking me as her tongue played.

She stayed like that for a while, playing with herself, before returning her hand to the base and sliding my dick in and out of her mouth.

For my part, I enjoyed the feeling and the sight of her. From experience I knew that she loved sucking my dick almost as much as she loved to share pleasure and watching her obvious pleasure made the experience even greater.

She took her time, but after a while, she let my dick slip free and look up at me with lust-filled eyes. "Fuck me."

"Your wish is my command." I said with a smile as I helped her to her feet.

Turning her around, I lay my arms around her, finding her small firm breasts with my hands and gently pinched her nipples. Dianna shuddered and squared her shoulders, pressing her tits into my hands. I knew what she wanted and twisted her nipples a bit, making her groan in pleasure.

Reaching in between us with a hand, she caught my dick and pressed down, while she got on her toes. That made the head of my cock slip between her parted legs and glide over her moist pussy.

With a shudder, she began rocking her hips back and forth, each move causing the head to slide over her pussy and love-pearl.

There weren't too many choices in regard to positions as we were in a forge, but after a while, Tia leaned forward and placed her hands on the anvil, making my dick press into the entrance of her slick pussy instead of sliding over it.

Since her leaning forward made fondling her breast somewhat awkward, I slid my hands down her body. One hand ending up on her hips and the other between her legs, where I trailed my fingers over her love-pearl.

Dianna whimpered and arched her back, pressing down on my stiff cock and forcing the head to slide into her hot pussy.

I stood still, admiring the smooth curve of her ass as it flared towards her hips, as she wriggled her ass and kept pressing down, moaning with each move she made. That didn't distract her though, and it didn't take long until my cock was fully buried in her.

That was when I started to move. The hand on her hips holding her still, I thrust into her, fucking her with a steady, measured rhythm, while playing with her love-pearl. The combination made her moans rise steadily in volume until it was a low howl.

She was close to an orgasm and just to prolong it a little, I slowed down enough to make the climb to an orgasm take longer.

However, Dianna was having none of it and began rocking her hips quickly, moaning low in her chest. With a few swift moves, she slammed her ass against me, threw her head back with a shriek and came, shuddering all over, as the orgasm rolled over her.

I wasn't even close to coming, so I just stood there, enjoying the feeling, as the jerking and twitching of her hips made her pussy massage my dick.

The other times we had started sharing pleasure in the forge, we had finished in Dianna room, so there was no need to hurry.

Dianna turned her head to send me a smile and moved forward as she straightened up, causing me cock to leave her pussy.

"That was great." She declared, "but we better get dressed before the rest comes back from dinner."

"You don't want to give them a show?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "Fun thought, but no."

Still smiling, I went over to my clothes and dressed. Despite my comments, I had no intention of having a bunch of smiths watching me pleasuring anybody.

We were almost done dressing, when Dianna asked. "I know you didn't come, but was it good for your too?"

"Oh yes." I answered. "Pleasuring you is always a treat."

"Good." She said sternly. "Otherwise, I would have to leave it to somebody else to keep an eye on you... someone like Tia Magnus."

Tia Magnus was another mage from Ordo Architectus, but where Diana was pure Baylon, Tia Magnus' father was a member of the Royal Family from Kumet and was one of the rare half-breeds that had inherited the spell casting ability of her Baylon mother.

I wasn't exactly sure, why Dianna considered having Tia Magnus as a supervisor was a threat, but I guessed that it had something to do with Tia Magnus being half-human. A threat that was completely wasted on me on many levels.

I sent Dianna a smile. "You might want to rethink that threat."

She blinked in surprise a few times, but then understood what I meant. "Oh yeah... you're here because you're about to be sent abroad." She shivered for a moment. "The mere thought gives me the creeps."

"You and many others." I said drily.

In general, Baylons didn't fare well in the world outside due to some kind of allergic reaction. No matter what people did they itched all over, their eyes started to water, the nose began to run, and it became harder for them to breathe.

To make matters worse, it seemed like the more power people had, the worse it became, and it was generally accepted that the cause of that reaction was the world itself, since we don't really belong here, having come from another dimension.

Strangely, it only started when people went outside Baylon and not when wares from the human world was brought to Baylon.

Consequently, the trade posts we had around the world was staffed with people of little power and most Magi and Mentats, especially the powerful ones, rarely left Baylon.

I suspected the allergic reaction was the main reason why the Senate haven't decided to conquer the areas of the human world we traded with. There wasn't any point of spending lives and resources on taking an area most Baylons couldn't live in anyway.

The only notable exception to the allergic reaction was the relatively few people in the Ordo Gladius and I assumed that being attuned to the life force of the world via our use of Vis was the reason for that.

"So, do you like Tia Magnus?" Dianna wanted to know, and I responded with a nod. "Yeah, she's a highly skilled mage, not to mention intelligent, well-spoken and polite." I smiled. "I know Baylons don't have red hair or green eyes, but in my eyes, it just makes her exotic and sexy."

Her eyes widened in surprise and then became cold. "She's a half breed."

"You can't choose your parents." I said with a shrug. "Tia Magnus got power and Baylon blood, which, according to the law, makes her a Baylon." Thinking for a moment, I continued. "The reason why most people don't like humans, is the lack of the mental connection that comes with the Centrum Potentia. However, as she can wield Ars Magica, Tia Magnus clearly has a Centrum Potentia, so what exactly is your reason not to like her?"

"Because she's a half breed." Repeated Dianna, her pretty face contorted in revulsion. "Breeding with humans is disgusting."

Both the poison in her voice and the look of disgust on her face surprised me. While most Baylons disliked the thought of having sex and children with humans, I had never met anyone before that found it revolting on the same level as Dianna. It was a side of her, that I had never seen before and one that really didn't become her.

Since Baylons from the trading and diplomatic families had contact with humans constantly, many of these families had some human ancestry and as long as the offspring was able to use powers, it was at worst a social scandal.

For that reason, any child without Power of such a union was usually placed with its human family, while a child with power would be claimed by the Baylon part.

My own father was one of the latter. He had been born because of my paternal grandmother's long-term relationship with Horemheb, an extremely bright and charming Kumetian diplomat, who had risen from commoner to the rank of King's Messenger, Chief Commander of the Army and Hereditary Prince.

However, my father had not only inherited his looks from my grandmother, but he had also, despite the ten-to-one odds, retained the Baylon ability to use powers. Thus, he belonged to my grandmother, even after Horemheb was crowned Pharaoh.

The royal connection was also the reason why my father had insisted, that my sister and I should be born in Kumet, because there was a chance that we weren't able to use powers and if that was the case, we would have belonged to the royal family instead of being simple commoners.

On the other hand, my mother had agreed because she had done her research and knew there would be a solar eclipse at the winter solstice right around the time where she was to give birth.

Both events were supposed to boost the Power in children born during them and though she denied it every time the subject came up, I was pretty sure she had used some kind of trick to ensure the birth of my sister and I during the relative short duration of a solar eclipse.

Dianna shifted her feet, bringing me out of my thoughts. I shook my head slightly and picked up the conversation again, painfully aware, that the mood had shifted and not for the better. "As I said before, you can't choose your parents. There's no logical reason to let your distaste of actions done by her parents colour your opinion of her. You're acting on emotions, not reason."

That made her blink a few times. Most Baylons were proud of their rationality and telling a Baylon they were controlled by their emotions, was awfully close to an insult.

Diana sighed. "Really, Ivah?"

"Well, give me a reason for not liking her, then." I said with a shrug. "I can understand a dislike, if she was better than you and thus in line for a promotion you would like to have. However, as far as I know, she is not. A fight over a lover would also make sense and the same would a disagreement over magical theory, but disliking a person, who is legally a Baylon, for their parents is about as smart as disliking someone for taking a ship instead of a transport gate. They got here, so who cares how?"

As soon as I had asked the question, I knew it was a mistake. Mage Dianna Piso was not one to admit she was wrong, especially not to a Mentat thirty years her junior, and as the mage assigned to me, she could make a lot of trouble. That I was right didn't make it better.

The friendly smile had disappeared from her face as she looked at me and when she spoke, her voice was icy. "I think we're done here for today." Glancing down at the weapon I was making, she added. "I suggest you focus on the weapons you're supposed to make, instead of making gifts. I expect the dagger to be done by the end of the week."

"Yes, mam." I said as she turned and walked out of the forge again.

With a sigh, I took the hammer down from the wall again. Unless I was mistaken, I had just lost a sex partner and made a shit load of work for myself at the same time.

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I wasn't mistaken. For the next month every piece I made was rejected due to some small error and I had to redo everything at least half a dozen times, before Dianna Piso couldn't find any errors with my work and allowed me to go on to the next.

Not only was it irritating, but it also meant that my time away from Arcem Discendi took longer than expected. However, as Diana kept to the rules, there wasn't much I could do about it. Instead, I took precautions and waited.

Then one fine day, August Raco, the Dominus or Head Smith, came down to visit me while I was working, most likely looking for an explanation why I was one of the slowest learners they had ever had.

He wasn't alone as a slightly uncomfortable looking Dianna Pico was trailing him.

As soon as I saw them, I knew it wasn't going to be pretty and it didn't take long before I was proven right. They didn't greet me, causing me to ignore them as I worked.

August Raco studied me for some time while I was working and then asked. "Emilian, is this how you always work?"

"More or less, Dominus Raco." I said, placing the polished piece of bronze on the workbench. "I guess you're here to see why I'm really bad at this?"

There was a shadow of a smile as he nodded. "That is correct."

"Thank you, Sir... As much as I like crafting, it's getting kind of repetitive."

"Well, according to Mage Pico here, your work hasn't met our standards." He glanced at Diana, who sweetly smiled back at him, before he returned his gaze to me. "Shall I assume, you don't agree in her assessment?"

"No need for assuming, Sir. One moment." I walked over to another forge and reached into the locker, where I had placed a bag with all my discarded pieces and walked back to the Dominus. "You can see for yourself, Sir."

Diana sent me a murderous glare. I knew she thought that the discarded pieces had been smelted down, since that was usually the way things were done, but I had kept a few of those Diana had discarded, despite other smiths had told met their standard, hiding them in another locker.

The Dominus carefully examined the pieces one by one, comparing them from time to time with his notes, before looking at me. "And you're sure these are yours?"

I reached into the bag and handed him a stack of papers. Each of them a note from one of the smiths who had examined a piece of work, stating me as the craftsman. "Here you go, Sir. Written statements from the smiths of the hall on each piece."

He flipped through them and sighed. "It seems like there have been some problems here." Diana Pico paled a little. The Dominus ignored it as he continued. "May I ask why you haven't made an official complaint?"

"First of all, because Mage Pico knows the rules and while she succeeded in bending them, she didn't break them. Thus, she hasn't done anything illegal." I sent her a cold smile. "Second, because such a complaint would have caused an official investigation, revealing the real reason for Mage Pico's dislike of me and neither your Hall nor anybody else would benefit from that."

Diana snorted. "Yeah, right. You just wanted to protect that half-blood BITCH!" The last two words were almost a hiss and so filled with resentment and anger that both Dominus Raco and I looked at her in surprise. Her eyes widened when she realized what she had said and that she had let her emotions gotten the better of her again.

"Control yourself, Mage Pico." Snapped the Dominus and added a few magical words. Diana stiffened, and I guessed he had commanded her in some way, though I didn't know the exact spell.

The Dominus returned his attention to me. "I would like to hear your side of the story, Emilian."

With a nod I told him about the last conversation, I had with Diana Pico, making sure the details were as precise as possible, as I was reasonable sure, that he had used a spell that allowed him to detect any lies.

When I was done, he thought about it for a moment and sighed. "This is unfortunate. As far as I can see Mage Pico has held you to the standard of the crafters of Hall and while that is not illegal, it's also not the purpose of your course." He eyed Diana Pico again and from the look of distaste on his face, I guessed she had some unpleasant jobs ahead of her. "Anyway, you have completed this part of the course and can now go on to steel. I will send a message to Dominus Kaeso Maximus, explaining that there have been a misunderstanding and the delay is entirely our fault."

Bowing slightly, I thanked him and then watched as he took Diana by the arm and led her out.

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A few days later I began working with steel and while the material didn't lend itself to ornamental pieces as easy as bronze, it was still interesting to work with.

Even more interesting was that instead of Diana Pico, I got Tia Magnus as 'my' mage and with that, everything was back to normal. I forged weapon and armor, Tia Magnus examined it, asked me to redo it if there was something wrong or gave me the next assignment if it was good.

Satisfied that the world once again functioned as it should, I started working on a new piece in my spare time, once I got the hang of working with steel. This time it was a steel version of a Baylon sword, meant as a decorative piece for Verina, and I was working on the tang, when a movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention and caused me to look up.

Tia Magnus was standing six or seven paces away, watching me work, while looking absolutely fantastic. Her red hair fell about her shoulders and down her back playfully, one curl after another, framing a pretty face with sparkling green eyes and a cute little nose.

She was wearing a dark red top that looked like a shirt with the lowest part cut away. It had two buttons struggling to keep her full breasts in place and I guessed that the only reason the buttons hadn't given up, was that the shirt was tied in a knot under the breasts. Not only did that help the buttons, but it also showed off a narrow waist that curved into wide hips and long shapely legs.

Seeing that I had discovered her, she smiled. "Good evening, Ivah. I hope I'm not interrupting."

"When dressing like that, you can interrupt me anytime, Mam." I said before I could stop myself.

To my relief, she took it as the compliment it was and bowed slightly. "Thank you. I was at a party, but to be honest it was rather boring, so I decided to leave early." She tilted her head as she looked at the sword. "That's not your assignment."

"No, I like to make gifts for friends and family in my spare time." I explained as I placed the hammer on the anvil next to the cooling blade. "It's good practice and having made them myself, they mean more than something bought at the marked."

"That is true." She paused for a moment. "I thought the reason Dianna Piso and you stopped working together was due to a lover's quarrel, but at the party, I heard that you had a falling out with her over me. It that true?"

"Both yes and no. Mage Piso couldn't accept that according to the law, anyone with a Centrum Potentia and Baylon Blood is a Baylon." I shrugged. "She also has a ridiculous dislike for anything not entirely Baylon and became irrational when I pointed that out for her."

Tia Magnus laughed softly, and I noticed it caused her tits to jingle pleasantly. Getting myself together, I continued. "Long story short, she became angry, we stopped being lovers and she tried to take revenge on me. It worked for a while, until the Dominus Grande came to check up on it and I could prove her wrong again. Then she freaked out once more, but the Dominus stopped it and sent her away."

Tia looked thoughtful. "Makes more sense than the current story."

"Which is?"

"You don't know?" She asked and continued as I shook my head. "The story goes that she freaked out because you said that I was... eh... exotic and sexy."

"I did say that." I admitted. "But it wasn't what she freaked out about."

She didn't say anything to that. Instead, she walked over to me and while I was still wondering what was going on, she placed a hand on each side of my head and gave me a soft, seductive kiss.

She tasted like apples and alcohol, and I guess she had been drinking cider, but if that was what it took to make her kiss me, I could live with it.

The scene also oddly similar to the last time I had shared pleasure with Dianna Piso, but I hoped that the outcome would be better this time.

"That was for standing up to Mage Piso for me." Tia whispered with a little smile, before she kissed me again. This time more passionate and lustful. Her hands started to wander over my arms and shoulders, tugging at the leather apron I wore to protect me from sparks.

The sparks Tia Magnus ignited in me was of a completely other kind and I just had the presence of mind to use an Ars Mentalis trick to clean myself, before I put my hands on the bare skin of her slim waist and pulled her closer.

Her hands returned to my head, holding it with her hands while her tongue danced with mine. Lost in the feeling of her succulent lips and wet tongue, I ran my hands down her back, caressing her curvy butt.

She moaned and moved her hips against my body, and I didn't doubt she could feel my now hard cock through the leather apron.

Tia Magnus broke the kiss with a little laugh, still moving her hips against me.

"I want you so bad." She said, her green eyes sparkling with desire. "Most people here find my looks strange, but then you come along and think I'm sexy... and have the hard-on to prove it."

While she talked, I waited for the 'but' that would mean that we couldn't have sex anyway and I was slightly surprised when she instead asked. "Are you done here? Can we leave?"

"Give me a moment to close down and we can."

She nodded and released me.

I closed the forge and packed up in record time and as soon as I was done, she cast a spell, transporting us to her room.

"Sorry for being impatient." She said, "But I haven't shared pleasure with anyone in more than a year and I'm sooooo ready!"

"No complaints." I answered with a smile and then blinked as she used another spell to undress completely in a heartbeat. She really was impatient!

Not only did she look good, but her body was also just a fabulous as I had imagined, starting with the heavy fullness of her tits. They were amazing. Big, round and jutting proudly out, capped with puffy light-brown areolas and thick upturned nipples.

My eyes left her breasts and travelled down to a narrow waist that curved into wide hips and long shapely legs. Like all Kumetians, she had no body hair, but judging from the smoothness of her skin I guessed she had used a spell to permanently remove them, because the skin was smooth as silk, without even a hint of stubble anywhere.

"By the Goddesses..." I mumbled as I took in the sight of her, momentarily frozen.

Seeing my delight, she turned around slowly, making a complete circle, while shimmering and wriggling her bubble-butt.

Shaking my head in wonder, I loosened the strap that head the apron in place, making it fall to the floor, followed a moment later by the rest of my clothes.

When the circle was complete, Tia's green eyes glided over my body, stopping at the sight of my stiff dick, smiling slightly as she said, "Nice to see it wasn't all words and no action."

"Talking about action..." I said and walked over to her to give those inviting looking lips a kiss.

Her skin was warm and silky to the touch, as my hands glided down her back.

At the same time, she was hugging me, pressing her breasts against my chest and gently rubbing her pelvis against my throbbing cock.

My hands reached her bubble-butt and started massaging the soft flesh.

In response, she twisted her body just enough to free my cock and a moment later a soft hand closed around it, hungrily testing its hardness. The twisting of her body made one of her breasts leave my chest, so one of my hands left her butt and cupped the tempting breast, teasing the nipple gently.

Tia broke the kiss, moaning, "Sweet Isis! That is so good."

"Yes." I mumbled and kissed the sensitive skin on her neck, running the tip of the tongue down her long, elegant neck. Instead of stopping at the collarbone, I bend down and continued down over the swell of her breast until I reached the hard nipple caught between my fingers.

Still fondling the breast, I flicked my tongue over the nipple, playing with it. My fingers were now in the way, so I slid them down her stomach and over the smooth skin of the bare mound.

With a groan, she spread her legs so I could run my fingers over her hair-less pussy, teasing her lips.

She was already wet, and I stroked her gently with a single finger, running it the length of her opening, feeling the lips spreading under my touch and enabling me to slide a finger between them and tease the opening.

"No more foreplay." She said with a gasp. "I'm too excited for this."

Since I had barely started, I just snorted and went down on a knee, bringing my face to the same level as her pussy. Still holding on to her bubble-butt with one hand, I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the hair-less mound. This close, I could smell her arousal and it was like smelling a sweet drug.

Going a bit lower, I pressed my face against her soft skin and darted out my tongue, just a little graze of her love-pearl, and her whole body shuddered, bringing her out of balance.

Pushing her gently, I made her take a few steps backwards until she fell on the soft mattress with a giggle. Following her, I kneeled between her legs and buried my face in her sweet pussy.

Tia tried to pull me up by my shoulders but while she was undoubtedly a good mage, she wasn't any match for me in physical strength. I took her hands firmly in mine and pushed them down onto the bed.

I held her like that as I continued to tease her pussy with my tongue. Up and down the dripping wet slit, all around the top of her inner thighs, avoiding the love-pearl for now.

Instead, I sucked her moist lips into my mouth one by one, running my tongue over them as I teased them with my lips, while she moaned and trashed on the bed.

Letting go of one of her hands, I licked my way up to the love-pearl and then inserted a finger into her pussy, gently probing, while my tongue continued its work on the love-pearl.

"You're driving me insane!" She groaned, rocking her hips. "Just fuck me!"

Answering was impossible, since I had her love-pearl in my mouth, so instead I inserted another finger in her snug pussy and used the fingertips to rub her pleasure zone.

At the same time my tongue flicked over her love-pearl in a steady rhythm, alternately stroking it in long slow circles and then flicking it rapidly as my fingers steadily glided in and out of her tunnel.

"Oh FUCK!" she cried and came in a great crashing wave. Her long shapely legs tightened around my head as she lifted her entire lower body off the bed.

Her big breasts shook and waved as pleasure racked her body. Her pussy spasmed around my fingers as she bucked and swayed, while I watched and luxuriated in the ecstasy of this beautiful, sexy woman.

As her orgasm faded, I gently removed my fingers from her and spread the juices from my hand over my hard cock. Then I spread her legs to untangle my head, stood up and before she knew what was happening, the head of my cock was positioned between the moist lips of her pussy.

Leaning forward, I pushed slowly into her, enjoying the feeling as my dick stretched her pussy lips around the head, followed by the sliding feel as my lubricated cock with all the way to the bottom of her hot wet pussy in one smooth motion.

I love doing that to a woman, while she was just leaving the grip of orgasm. There's something about the way her face transforms from one of sheer joy, to surprise and then back to joy again, that really turns me on.

Tia was no exception, as she gasped and then sighed happily, as I slid into her still spasming pussy.

A sigh that turned into a squeal a heartbeat later, when I started to pound her, using long hard strokes. Her pussy felt just as wonderful and tight around my cock as it had felt around my fingers and her powerful orgasm had made her even wetter than before.

Lowering my head, I found her breasts with my mouth again and started to kiss them, while sliding on and out of her, enjoying the feel of her pussy spasming around me and her stiff nipple between my lips.

Tia started to move, eagerly meeting my strokes with her own hips. Her moves becoming more and more desperate as she climbed towards another climax.

It didn't take long, before she began to tremble again, and her moans intensified.

"Sweet Ra!" She panted loudly a moment later and then screamed as she came once more, pushing her head back into the soft cushion on the bed. Her pussy constricted around my dick, adding to the incredible feeling of being inside her. Her long legs flailed up to my hips and wrapped around my butt pulling me hard into her pelvis.

That made it impossible to move, so instead I let myself fall over to the left side of her, so her leg was under my waist and my dick still inside her. It a comfortable position to be in and it freed my right hand to caress her body, while her screams turned into gasps for air and finally into just heavy breathing.

She looked incredible sexy as she lay there and almost my itself, my free hand found her breast and teased the nipple, causing her to moan.

The muscles in her pussy spasmed a few times in response, making me shiver.

Tia smiled, moved closer and kissed me with fervor, opening her lips and licking my lips with her tongue. My lips parted, and we tongue dueled as she slowly moved her hips, making my dick slide in and out of her as we kissed.

This time there was no hurry, no hectic hunt for an orgasm. Only the feeling of soft skin, kisses, a fabulous body pressed against me and the feeling of her warm wet pussy sliding back and forth on my dick.

Despite the leisure pace, Tia's moans increased steadily, and I could feel the tremble starting in her body as the orgasm built. I snaked my free arm under her leg, lifting it up slightly as I took hold of her butt. Having both the leverage and control of her hips, I pulled her lower body towards me, interrupting her rhythm as I started my own.

I began slow with shallow thrusts, letting the head of my cock massage her opening for a while, before I increased the depth of my strokes, going deeper and deeper each time, bringing groans from her throat.

When my pubic bone banged against her love-pearl, Tia began to shiver, giving of little screams each time we connected. Wanting to see her come, I picked up the pace, pounding her fast and hard.

Her small screams became a howl as she came again and her head was tossing back and forth, sending the red hair flowing in waves.

I moved my hand from her buttocks, hooking her leg over my arm as I reached up and took hold of her shoulder. With the other leg being under me, Tia was now totally at my mercy, and I took advantage of it by going even faster, driving my cock into her again and again, each time hitting the pleasure zone firmly.

Her green eyes snapped open, and she looked at me almost in shock for a heartbeat. Then she gave another scream, her inner muscles milking my cock with her pussy as she came once more.

Feeling my own climax approaching, I kept pounding her, lost in the feeling of her hot wet pussy and the sight of her coming.

"I... can't... take... much...more!" Tia panted between orgasms and screamed again. "Come!"

"Close!" I grunted, shivering as I bottomed out in her.

"OHH!" Tia yelled as she came a final time.

The rhythmic clenching and unclenching around my dick sent me over the top and my body jerked violently as I came in her. The orgasm was surprisingly powerful, and I closed my eyes tightly, seeing stars as I emptied myself into her.

We both collapsed as I released her leg and for a while, we just lay there, breathing heavily, as small tremors ran through her body and my ears rang.

Tia gave me a small push, making me roll over on my back, so she could get her leg out from under me and then curled up next to me with an arm and a leg draped over my body, her head on my shoulder and her breasts pressed against my side. I caressed her back slowly, enjoying her feel of her soft skin under my fingertips.

"Umm... nice!" Tia mumbled. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to fall asleep."

"Sleep then." I said with a chuckle and smiled to myself as her breathing slowed and a little while later, she was sound asleep.

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It was relaxing, but as always, I had absorbed the Vis she had emitted and felt energized, so instead of falling asleep, I looked around in the room, admiring its rich but tasteful decoration. The style was Kumetian, which wasn't a surprise, but the amount of expensive art was. Tia's father was obviously a high-ranking member of the Kumetian nobility.

A small inscription on a statue of the Goddess Bastet drew my eyes and after using telekinesis to bring it to my hand, I read it. "To my beloved daughter, Tia. May Bastet watch over you in the foreign lands. Usermaatre Setepenre."

The text echoed in my head for a moment. Usermaatre Setepenre meant 'The Maat of Ra is powerful, Chosen of Ra' and was part of the throne name for Ramesses II, pharaoh of Kumet and one of the most powerful rulers in the human world.

Surprised, I gently shook Tia's shoulder. "I have a question."

"What?" She mumbled sleepily.

"Is your father Ramesses the Great?"

"Yes... Now let me sleep." She mumbled and fell asleep again.

I looked at the statue. For some reason, the cat-headed goddess seemed like she was laughing at me. I even understood why: Ramesses II was the grandchild of Ramesses I, who had been chosen as heir to the throne of Kumet by my grandfather, Horemheb, because the only heir Horemheb had produced was my father, who was living on Baylon.

In short, Tia was an Kumetian princess due to the actions of my family. However, that didn't mean that she was as important as a princess from another country would be.

Ramesses had been on the throne since before I was born and was equipped with a healthy sex drive and a very large harem. Consequently, he had at about a hundred children and an insane number of grandchildren, making one princess of little importance, except for the fact, that the inscription showed that Ramesses actually cared about Tia.

I shook my head, as I placed the statue back on the table. None of that really mattered here on Baylon. What mattered, was that she was drop-dead gorgeous and was laying naked halfway on top of me, satisfied after we had shared pleasure.

The dream blurred, flickered and disappeared as the darkness came back.