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? >"

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 14 -- Flashback: Inquisitor

Arcem Discendi in Lescare

It was one of those nights that I really love: Not really dark, as the almost full moon bathed the landscape in silver light and as it was spring, the wind was warm against my skin, bringing the smell of flowers to me.

I was sitting on one of my favourite spots, which was on the battlement of the highest tier of Arcem Discendi, two hundred feet above ground. Not that the castle itself was that tall, but it was built on a cliff that went straight down, which added more than a hundred feet.

Traveling the world outside Baylon was fun and educational, but there was something about the castle that made me relax in a way no other place could.

A voice sneering "Emilian, you little fuck! If you wanna kill yourself, jump. Don't take all night just sitting there." brought me out of my thoughts.

I sighed. The voice belonged to Decimus Livius Varro. Decimus were almost a hand taller than me and my rival for being the best swordfighter in the class. Regrettably, he was also a spoiled brat from the extremely rich and noble Varro family and judging from the way he behaved, he had grown up being told that he was the best again and again.

Unfortunately for him, Arcem Discendi was filled with extraordinarily talented people and since he wasn't the best here, except in pure swordsmanship, that had made him angry as if somebody had stolen his birth right.

He wasn't the only to have harassed me during my time here. Being a good deal shorter than the other Baylon males at the castle, made me an easy target for harassment and that I excelled in both Ars Mentalis and Vis Vitae didn't help either.

I had used some of the training sessions in Martial Arts to legally beat the crap out most of the other students over the years and as a result, most had stopped harassing me, but Decimus Varro was just as good as me in the combat disciplines and the only time we had faced off, which was in a training fight years ago, he had almost destroyed my knee with a roundhouse kick.

"Go away, Varro." I said quietly. "I'm thinking, and you are disturbing me."

He snorted. "You couldn't think if your life depended on it, low bred scum."

Since it sounded that he was looking for a fight I used Vis Meditation and activated Pugna Promptu ("Combat Readiness"), a power that made me aware of all attacks, before I said: "Your feeble attempts to insult me will get you nowhere, Varro. What do you want?"

"To kick your butt," he said.

"Then I suggest that you wait until tomorrow." I said, as I stood and turned to face him. "We're not allowed to fight outside training."

"Always hiding behind the rules, eh Emilian?"

"Always dancing on the edge of them, Eh Varro?" I countered and then added. "Too bad that your dancing sucks."

"We can't all move like little sluts like you." He snorted again.

"Envy doesn't suit you, Varro." I said calmly and studied him, as I jumped down from the battlement. Even for someone as entitled as Varro, this behaviour was over the top and as far as I knew, I haven't done anything special to merit this outburst.

The calmness seemed to strike a nerve and with a step forward Varro attacked with a swift kick.

Even warned by Pugna Promptu the kick was so fast and skillful, that I only managed to deflect some of the force behind it, as it landed on my shoulder and forced me a few steps backwards.

Varro flashed his teeth in a triumphant smile and followed through with a barrage of strikes and low kicks. I managed to dodge or parry most of them, but a few got through and it hurt like living fire.

Finally, I saw an opening and a snap kick to the stomach sent him reeling backwards, giving me time to activate an Ars Mentalis trick. Mental power surged through my body, making me faster.

With a sneer, Varro leapt at me in his favourite move, a flying jump kick.

Jump kicks have the force of movement, mass, and gravity behind them, but they have one great weakness: If you miss, you can't change direction (short of the use of a power) until you land.

With the Ars Mentalis trick I had used, I much faster than him and I dodged to the right, neatly avoiding his kick. I was still within range for a counterattack and the moment he touched the ground again, I kicked the foot that held his weight.

Varro screamed as his ankle was sprained, but using the momentum from the kick, I whirled and did the same to the other foot. He went down, and I moved away from him.

The greatest problem was that if I didn't handle this right, I would have to deal with him again at a later date, so I might as well get it over with now. Besides, there was something strange about the way he had come at me, and I want to know what was going on.

"Are you done?" I asked as I watched him clutching his ankles.

He looked up at me with an expression of hatred on his face. "Just you wait, you little shit! It's illegal to use powers outside the training area!"

"Varro, don't be an idiot." I sighed again. "The way you came at me, you would have killed me, if I hadn't used powers. Why are you trying to pick a fight with me?"

"Because I don't like you!" he hissed. "You're a little snot that thinks that you're better than me, just because you somehow always get things right."

Actually, I didn't think that I was better than him, I knew it for a fact, since I usually had the highest score on any test where we're allowed to combine fighting skills with powers.

"You don't make sense." I told him. "Even assuming for a moment here, that I am better at fighting than you, why would you be angry about that?"

"You're not better than I am!" He shouted.

Intrigued I sat down in front of him, taking care not to be within range of any physical attacks. "If you continue shouting, or use magic for that matter, somebody will come to investigate this and that would be... troublesome. So, could we just have a normal, reasonable conversation here?"

The thought of someone coming shut him up. I guessed, he had run out of warnings and the next major mistake would send him home in disgrace.

"So, Decimus Livius Varro," I said, using his full name to get his attention. "Why are you so angry at me?"

"I just told you." He hissed. "You think that you are better than I am."

"In what way do I think that I am better than you?" I asked patiently.

"In everything here! And you shouldn't be. I'm a noble!"

"That is exactly why I don't understand you." I said slowly as my brain worked at the problem.

"Are you better at gardening than your gardener or better at cooking than your cook?"

"What? No of course not! Why by the goddess' tits would I be that?"

"I don't know, but you seem to think that you should be a better fighter than me, because you're noble and I'm not." I scratched my head. "You fail to understand, that I'm better at this than you are for exactly the reason, that I'm not a noble."

Judging from the puzzled look on his face, he didn't understand a word of what I had just said.

I spread my arms. "Listen, Varro. When your fifty-year tour of duty is done, you will join the rest of your noble family, manage your estates, throw parties and all the rest nobles do. This is just your duty to Baylon, right?"

He nodded, so I continued. "I am not noble, and this is not just my duty, it's my future. That's why I'm studying or training, while you and your noble friends plays around."

I paused to see if I got through to him and somewhat to my surprise, he seemed to be listening to what I said, so I continued. "What I don't get is your behaviour towards the people here. Most of the students are going to be members of the Securitas Interna. The very people whose responsibility is it to find and weed out corruption, disloyalty, and incompetence in the Empire and instead of making friends, you're pissing them off, almost guaranteeing that they will go for you and your family, if they get the slightest excuse."

"Is that a threat?" he said through cleansed teeth.

I snorted. "Start using your head, Varro..." I was about to say something more, when the door to the stairs opened and a guard came out. As the rest of the guards here at Arcem Discendi, she was tall, strong and clad in armor, and from the training sessions every student knew, that the guards were experts with the mace they wore at the side.

She stopped when she saw us. "Is everything in order up here?"

"Yes." I said "Varro and I are just having a heated debate about politics and nobles."

"Ah." She said, and her eyes flickered over to Varro, who nodded to what I had said, the guard must have noticed that Varro was holding his ankles, because she asked again "And none of you are hurt?"

I shrugged. "Varro hurt his ankles when he landed from a jump. It's nothing special. I'll take him to the healers shortly."

Again, Varro nodded, and the guard nodded back. "Very well, sir. Have a good night." Then she walked down the stairs again, closing the door as he went.

"That was a good lie." Said Varro quietly.

"It wasn't a lie." I corrected him with a slight smile. "You did hurt your ankles as you landed. I just didn't tell her that I was the one that did it."

Varro took a deep breath and the rage that had filled him before, disappeared like it had never been there. "You know, Emilian... You're so talented at this, that it drives me crazy."

"And you're so rich that I fail to understand it." I said with a chuckle. "Varro, I was born to do this the same way you were born to be a noble. This is what I am, this is my future and if I fail this, I don't know what else to do. I don't have a rich and noble family to fall back on."

He nodded slowly, which to me seemed to indicate that at least something had gotten through.

In a fit of inspiration, I asked. "You know why a gazelle sometimes outrun a lion, when in theory

the lion is the fastest animal of the two?"

"Ehhh No."

"Because the lion is running for its dinner and the gazelle is running for its life."

"And this is my dinner and your life?"

I nodded. "Yes, along with just about anybody else here, who doesn't have a family with money."

That left him silent for a moment. The good thing about Baylons is that we tend to be highly logical and when confronted with a logical argument, we will at least think it through before dismissing it, no matter how we might feel about it.

"Think about it." I said as I stood up. "But now we got to get you to a healer."

"Why?" He narrowed his eyes. "You're a healer. Why don't you do it?"

"Because Master Sheng is a better healer." I said with a shrug. "And you'll need two unhurt ankles at the test tomorrow. If I heal them, it will take a few days before you can use them."

He looked wide eyed at me, as if he only just now remembered that we had a test in sword fighting the next day.

Varro must have noticed my expression. "Fuck you, Emilian. Don't you ever forget anything?"

"Not really." I answered truthfully. "I use Mnemonics."

Mnemonics was an Ars Mentalis trick that enabled me to retain anything I read or learn as if I had a perfect memory total recall and I always used it when going over our schedule or anything else I wanted to remember for that matter. The trick belongs to Arte Sui Dominatus (Baylon: 'Art of Self Mastery'), which I knew that Varro could use as well, but he clearly hadn't.

"Smartass." He mumbled. "I wish I had thought of that."

"You will in the future." I said, placed a hand on his shoulder and levitated him up, before I stepped under him and lowered him down, so I carried him on my shoulders.

"Good thinking, Emilian." Said Varro sarcastically. "But we cannot get down the stairs like this."

"We're not going by the stairs." I said and activated a Vis trick called Salire Volantes (Baylon: 'Flying Jump'), which enabled me to conduct a series of leaps and jumps, almost as if I were able to fly. Then I jumped over the edge of the battlement, on the side that faced the courtyard.

Varro yelped in surprise, as I landed on a roof, a flagpole and then another roof, before we stood in the courtyard in front of the infirmary. I could just as easily have levitated, but using the Flying Jump was faster and way more fun.

"You're freaking insane!" he cursed as I knocked on the door.

"Yes, I've been told that from time to time." I said with a grin and then shifted to Lescarian as the Master Healer came out.

Like most of our healers, he was a Lescarian; short, dark haired and had the typical slanted Lescarian eyes. He also spoke excellent Baylon, but it was polite to use his language, so that's what I did. "Good evening, Master Healer Sheng. I am truly sorry to bother you at this time, but could I persuade you to heal this young man here? He had an accident when he landed from a jump."

"Good evening, Master Emilian." He said with a slight smile and bowed politely, before gesturing to the open door. "Please carry the patient inside."

I did as I was told and placed Varro on a wooden bed, before shifting my shoulders.

A tall, well-trained guy is quite heavy.

Master Healer Sheng examined Varro's ankles and then looked at me. "Master Emilian, do you know the source of the accident? These sprains look like combat damage."

Clearly Varro didn't understand Lescarian, but that didn't stop him from looking slightly offended that the Healer was talking with me instead of him. I didn't tell him that most of the local staff at the castle disliked him and avoided speaking with him whenever they could.

I nodded. "Yes, Master Sheng. My feet are the source of the accident. We had a debate about general behaviour and attitude."

Sheng chuckled slightly. "Very well, Master Emilian. I do hope that the troublesome young man here has learned from the debate."

I inclined my head slightly. "If not, it is a debate that can be repeated."

He nodded with a slight smile, said "I will need some herbs." and walked out of the room.

Varro snorted slightly. "Why are you so polite? They're just humans."

"Would you be rude to the one managing your estate?" I asked.

"No of course not, but that manager is Baylon." Varro answered.

I sighed. "Humans might not have the powers of our minds, but don't you think it is wise to be polite to people that can heal you? Or would you rather miss the test tomorrow?"

"No, no." he protested. "That wasn't what I meant!"

I cut him off before he could say something more. "Varro, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. It doesn't cost you anything to be polite and it makes life easier." I saw Master Sheng coming back. "Now be polite or shut up."

For a moment, I thought that he would object to the way I talked to him, but amazingly he didn't, and he even thanked Master Sheng, when the healer had finished his treatment and Varro's ankles were fine again.

Master Sheng bowed slightly at me. "It seems that you won the debate for now, Master Emilian. Thank you for teaching the young man some manners."

I bowed back. "You're most welcome, Master Sheng, and thank you for the healing."

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When we got out again and was walking across the courtyard, Varro looked at me. "You really have no idea how much you remind me of our teachers and how irritating that is, do you?"

Surprised I shook my head "No, I actually didn't know that."

"Well, you do... especially when you use Vis powers that none of the rest of us is capable of using yet, but even when you don't do that, you sound way older than you are."

I felt my eyebrows lifting in surprise. "Seriously?"

"Really." Answered Varro with a nod and then chuckled at my expression. "You know, just seeing that look of total confusion on your face, is really sweet for some reason. You need to stop being so serious all the time and have more fun, Emilian."

I thought about it, and he was right. I did tend to take the studies here seriously and there was more to life than studying things that I already knew.

"Let's make a deal." I said, "If you try to be more friendly and polite to people, I'll try to have a bit more fun."

"Naah... More than a bit... Try to have fun. Lots of it." Varro said and held out a hand. "Let's shake on that and ace that sword fighting test tomorrow."

"Deal!" I took the hand, and we shook on it, before I said, "And now we're going to see Mentat Sertor Piso."

Varro blinked in surprised as I mentioned the Ars Mentalis teacher. "Why?"

"Because I suspect that I've just seen the real Decimus Varro and that means that the raging, over-the-top angry and illogical Varro I encountered earlier, is most likely the result of somebody messing with your mind."

Stunned, he followed me to the Mentat and as it turned out, my suspicion had been right: Somebody had been using Ars Mentalis on Varro and an investigation was started immediately, while we were told to get to bed and get a good night's sleep.

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The test the next day turned out to be the start of the final month of training before graduation.

A month usually called Mensis Terribilis (Baylon: 'Terrible Month') by those who had graduated and the sword fighting test was just the first of many tests.

Between all the physical tests, we also took tests in most of the scholastic skills like math, physics, philosophy, languages, alchemy, and a lot more. Our cover stories were also tested and

I did fairly well, except in alchemy, which is not my strong points. All in all, I was confident when I went into the interview, which marked the end of Mensis Terribilis.

I had assumed that all the teachers would be there, but instead I found myself alone with Kaeso Atilus Maximus, Dominus Grande of Doctrina Gladio.

"Ah!" he said when he saw me. "Ivah Chila Emilian... Have a seat."

He gestured towards the chair in front of his desk, and I sat down after bowing politely.

"Let me start by saying that you have graduated the class with honours." Kaeso Maximus said with a smile and despite my confidence, I felt a weight being lifted from my shoulders. "Thank you, Dominus Grande."

"No reason to thank me." He said with a smile, "You did all the work."

There really wasn't anything I could say to that, so I kept silent.

"Before we go further, I thought you should know, that we have caught the perpetrator, who influenced Decimus Livius Varro's mind." Said the Dominus Grands. "I won't give you a name, but it seems like it was a politically motivated to plot to disgrace the Varro family, by having him expelled." He smiled slightly. "Good thing, you took him to the healer when you did, because the influence was fading and if it had happened a week later, we wouldn't have been able to find out who did it." He gave a nod, that somehow felt as having been given a medal. "Excellent work."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Now, what we're going to talk about here is your future."

That statement made the thoughts spin in my head. Arcem Discendi was only open for students of the Ordo Praesidium, which meant that after graduating here there were two carriers to choose between: Securitas Externus (Baylon: 'External Security'), which was responsible for monitoring other countries, including the colonies, and Securitas Interna (Baylon: 'Internal Security'), which was responsible for monitoring other government organizations.

I really wanted to be part of Securitas Interna, since that would allow me to come home to visit my family regularly, but Securitas Externus would also be nice, allowing me to see more of the world.

"I can see you are thinking," said Maximus, leaning back in the seat as hr observed me. "But I have a special offer for you."

That got my attention. A special offer from a Dominus Grande is not an everyday occurrence.

He lowered his voice a bit. Mostly for effect, since I was pretty sure that nobody could hear us here. "I would like you to join Ordo Gladius (Baylon: 'Order of the Sword')!"

To say that I was stunned would have been an understatement: I couldn't have been more surprised if he had thrown a lightning bolt at me.

Ordo Gladius had only one job: To investigate and destroy magical created problems, like elementals, demons or constructs on the loose. Since the Magi didn't want to admit that their work sometimes caused problems, much of Ordo Gladius' work was kept secret, but the Ordo Gladius and their agents, called Inquisitors (Baylon: 'Seekers'), were the heroes of many books and popular plays.

The fact that Inquisitor usually worked in secret just added to the mystique and popularity. They were also feared, since once they had identified themselves, Inquisitors by and large outranked everybody else in the Empire.

"Why me, Sir?" I finally managed to say.

"Because the work Ordo Gladius do require that its Inquisitors has a mind shield that is almost impossible to penetrate and at the same time, they must be good at Vis Vitae, investigation, combat and either Ars Mentalis or Ars Magica." Maximus said and counted the things off on his fingers. "You do not only have these qualities, but you are also almost impossible to detect, can use Mutatur Tempus Mente and you have a natural ability to project emotions as well as imposing your will on others." He looked at me. "Does that answer your question?"

I nodded. "Yes, it did, Sir."

"Good." He smiled again "Can you give me an answer now or would you like to think it over for a few days?"

"There are a few questions that I would like to have answered." I said slowly and saw him lift his eyebrows in surprise. Apparently, people didn't normally ask questions.

"That's fair. Ask and I shall answer if I can."

"Since Ordo Gladius work in secret, where would I officially belong?"

"Ah yes. That is rather tricky." Said Kaeso Maximus with a slight smile. "You have repeatedly shown that you work extraordinary well with humans and I have a request from Securitas Externus, who would like you to join them. However, that conflicts with tradition since any member of the Ordo Gladius belongs to the Securitas Interna. They're the ones paying your salary and we work for them, when not doing something for the Ordo Gladius." He paused for a moment. "In the end, I think you'll simply work part time for both organizations. We're flexible that way and Securitas Externus need people."

"And since we do double work, there's double pay?" I asked with a smile.

Maximus smiled back and surprised me by saying "That's close to the truth. The Administratum calculate pay by rank and you will have both a rank in the Ordo Gladius and in the Securitas, so you might get something close to double pay."

That was nice, but I had a feeling that I was going to earn it. On the other hand, the offer was really good. Too good to turn down.

"All right, Sir. I would like to take your offer."

"Very good." He stood up and extended a hand. "Welcome to Ordo Gladius."

I took the hand. "Thank you, Sir."

After we had shook hands, I got another smile from him. "You can tell Verina Serranus and Decimus Varro about it, as I have given them the same offer, which they have accepted, but otherwise, please keep it secret for now."

"Yes, Sir." I said and left the room with a smile that simply wouldn't leave my face. Not that I tried wiping it away. It had taken most of my life so far to reach this point and I intended to enjoy it.

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The second surprise of the day was right outside the door, as my family was standing in the hallway, waiting for me to come out. My parents, my grandmother Tatiana and my sister Pandora had all been gated to Arcem Discendi to take part in the celebrations.

I spent the rest of the day with them, followed by the great banquet in the evening and it was late, when I stumbled into my room, slightly drunk.

To my surprise, the room wasn't dark and empty. Verina was laying in my bed and had activated the magical lights, casting a warm golden light on the room. On the small table next to the bed stood a bottle and two cups, ready to be used. All in all, a perfect scene for a celebratory night, but there was just one problem: Verina was sound asleep.

I had no idea how long she had waited, but apparently it was long enough to doze off.

As silent as possible, I undressed and lay down beside her. It had been a long and eventful day and as we had two days off, we could celebrate when we woke up.

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I woke up to the pleasant feeling of having a well-shaped female hugging me from behind, pressing her breasts against my back, while a hand had wandered down to my dick, stroking it gently, teasing with every movement of her hand. She must had been going for a while because I was hard as adamantine.

'"Good morning, Inquisitor Emilian." She breathed into my ear, stressing the word 'Inquisitor'.

Reaching back with a hand, I squeezed her butt gently. As always, it was firm, but soft to the touch. "Good morning, Inquisitor Serranus. I hope you have slept well."

"I always sleep well next to you, Inquisitor Emilian." She giggled and moved back a little. Then she tugged gently in my dick, indicating I should roll onto my back. I did.

"Unfortunately," she continued, "waking up next to you have made me extremely aroused, so I'll have to commandeer your services this morning."

"I'm at your disposal as always, Inquisitor Serranus."

"As you should be, Inquisitor Emilian." Verina answered with fake formality, as she shifted on the bed to take me into her mouth. Soft wet lips glided over the head, followed by a playful tongue.

It felt fantastic and became even better as a hand reached my balls, fingers playing on the sensitive skin.

She removed the lips and tongue from the head all too soon, but the feeling as they glided down the shaft, kissing and licking all the way, almost made up for it. Saliva drippled from the half open mouth, covering my dick as Verina took her time going up and down.

At last, she seemed satisfied with her work and without further ado she sat up, swung a shapely leg over my hips and used a hand to guide my dick to the right spot. Then she sank down slowly and blissfully, shivering with pleasure as she was penetrated.

For once I didn't do anything, except enjoying the view of a beautiful woman mounting me. It was one of those sights that burns into your memory and stays there forever.

When she had taken it all in, Verina opened her eyes and sent me a dazzling smile before she leaned down to kiss me. I welcomed the feel of her lips on my own, my hands caressing her soft skin, as I inhaled her sent and enjoyed the feel of her soft breasts against my chest.

We took our sweet time, just kissing and caressing each other. Being as close as it's physically possible for two people to be.

Not all was completely still though, as the feel of her muscles contracting around my dick, made it jerk all by itself, causing Verina to moan each time.

Eventually, the excitement reached a level, where we just had to move and Verina began to circle her hips at the same time as I gently pressed up against her, causing my dick to go in slightly further. Then I relaxed for a moment, sliding just a little bit out of her, before pressed up again.

She purred in appreciation and lifted her body just a little bit, giving me room to work.

I pulled her a bit further up my body, so I could use my mouth on her delicious tits. That also made her hips move up so only the head of my dick was still inside her. I started slowly with shallow thrusts, massaging her opening with my dick, while teasing her breasts and nipples with my tongue and lips.

"Oh, that's good!" she mumbled into the pillow and the moaned, as I broke the rhythm to go all the way to the bottom. She let out another moan as I flicked my tongue across her stiff nipple, before taking it in my mouth and suckling on it, while slowly pulling out of her again until I had the same position as before.

"You evil man!" Verina sighed, but I could hear the smile in her voice and a moment later, she groaned as my hand slid down her back, in between her legs, found her love-pearl from behind and started to caress it.

With my mouth and tongue still busy with Verina's breasts and my dick slowly sliding back and forth in her, it wasn't the most comfortable of positions, but Verina sounded more and more excited for each passing moment, so I kept going.

Her body shivered as the orgasm slow built and when I started to use longer strokes, her moans got higher, as the shiver turned into a shake. The shake was echoed by the muscles inside her and the rolling contractions around my dick made me moan in response.

I thrust upwards, burying my dick in her. That set her off. Her body began to convulse, and her pussy pulsed around my shaft, as she screamed with pleasure into my pillow.

I gently caressed her back, as I enjoyed the feel of still being inside her throbbing pussy, but eventually the throbbing sensation faded along with the orgasm, and we just lay there.

Verina lifted her head and looked at me. "Wow, Inquisitor Emilian. That was intense!"

"It was very good, Inquisitor Serranus!" I agreed, continuing the joke.

"I think it's fair to say, that it's my turn now, Inquisitor Emilian." She flashed a sexy mischievous smile with a fire in her eyes and placed her hands on my chest to brace herself. "I hope you're ready."

I was about to ask for what, but never really got the chance. During her orgasm, my dick had slipped halfway out of her, but Verina quickly dropped down, impaling herself again. There was force behind that move and her ass made a slapping sound as it collided with my thighs, but the sound almost drowned in her groan. Then she raised her hips, squeezing her inner muscles as she lifted herself up and did it again.

It was a fantastic feeling, and I was sure my face mirrored the pleasure in hers.

It became even better as she began bouncing up and down on me, my dick easily sliding in and out of her wet pussy as she impaled herself over and over again, her perky tits bouncing violently as she rode me.

Since I clearly didn't have a say in the matter, I reached up and caressed her breasts, loving the feel of the soft, but firm flesh in my hands and the stiff nipples against my palm.

Using her muscular legs to quickly raise and lower herself onto my hard dick, she increased the pace, causing me to moan again. There was no way I was gonna last much longer and I just hoped she was close as well.

Verina continued her wild ride, not slowing down at all, and I tried to hold back, until I finally felt her muscles begin to contract and her pussy begin to pulsate against my shaft once more.

"Come! I'm coming too." She managed to breathe and yelped as her orgasm hit her.

I took this as my cue and finally unleashed my own orgasm, grunting and groaned as I unloaded myself deep into her pussy.

"Yes!" Verina moaned, but managed to keep moving as I filled her, moaning and shaking all the while. Then she stopped completely, sent me a grin as she said, "Thank you for your service, Inquisitor Emilian" and leaned down to give me a passionate kiss.

I retuned the kiss and smiled as Verina rolled off me to lay by my side.

"I think you have made a slight miscalculation, Inquisitor Serranus." I said, as I turned to look at her. "You seem to think that my service ends here, and I can assure you, that they don't."

Startled Verina lifted her head to look at me. "What do you mean?"

I slid a hand up a well-shaped leg and used an Ars Mentalis trick to remove both sweat and juices from our bodies.

"It means, Inquisitor Serranus," I said as I spread her legs with my hand, "that we're not done sharing pleasure yet."

I kissed her, getting a passionate kiss in return, while my hand moved over smooth skin until it found her pussy. Despite the cleaning trick, the lips of her pussy were slick with her juices and she moaned as I slipped a finger in between them. I followed with another finger, gently teasing the opening until both fingers were covered in her juices.

Then I moved to her love-pearl, catching it between the fingers and moved up and down a few times, effectively stroking the little bundle of nerves.

Verina bucked her hips against my hand, trying to get more pressure on the love-pearl, whimpering when I let her do it.

I broke our kiss and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, and nostrils flared with arousal as she breathed heavily. It was a beautiful sight and I smiled to myself as my hand moved down to the entrance to tease her again.

Her heavy breathing made her fabulous breasts move temptingly, so I moved into a position where I could capture a hard nipple with my mouth.

Verina gasped when I ran my tongue in circles around the nipple, while inserting two fingers into her tight wet pussy.

"Ohhh..." She moaned. "You're spoiling me, Inquisitor Emilian."

"I was planning on doing exactly that." I managed to mumble despite the nipple in my mouth and curled the fingers inside her slightly, so I could caress her internal pleasure point.

With a soft cry, she arched her back, pressing her firm breasts into my face. Still licking, I suddenly moved my hand, going rapidly in and out of her, while maintain the pressure on her pleasure point.

Verina started to shiver and I knew she was close to coming. However, before she got that far, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and moved them along the lips of her pussy until I reached her love-pearl again. Once there, I slowly moved my finger in circles, closer and closer to her love-pearl, causing her breathing to become more ragged by the heartbeat.

The muscles in her stomach rippled with pleasure when I left the breast and worked my way down the smooth skin, licking and kissing all the way.

My fingers were starting to get in the way of the kissing, so I slid them back into her soaked pussy as my tongue flicked her love-pearl.

Verina groaned and her hands found my head the same time as she bucked her hips against me. She was gasping, her legs quivering, and her pussy clenched around my fingers.

Her stomach heaved once more as I flicked my tongue against her love-pearl again and then caught it between my lips, slowly sliding the tip of my tongue over it. Then I licked up and down the root of her love-pearl, before switching to a zig-zag pattern.

"Goddess, it's good." Moaned Verina encouragingly.

Taking my time, I licked all around her love-pearl, while my fingers tenderly moved inside her pussy, mimicking the motion of my tongue.

Verina whimpered softly and the hands on my head clutched my hair as she pressed my mouth against her pussy.

Deciding that it was time to give her the orgasm she was yarning for, I slowly increased the pace of both my tongue and fingers. Her inner muscles begin to spasm and I could feel the energy starting to build as she hurriedly climbed toward an orgasm.

A moment later, her moan rose to a shriek of ecstasy as she came in a thundering orgasm.

The sound, scent and feel of Verina's bliss went directly to my balls and made my dick hard again.

With a slight smile, I removed my fingers from her pussy and moved between her legs, placing the head of my hard cock at the entrance of a soaked pussy, as I rested my weight on my elbows and my chest against her breasts.

Verina opened her eyes to look at me in surprise, which was understandable. I have very good self-control and can last for a long time, but short of using Ars Mentalis, it normally takes me at least a glass to regain an erection after I had come. At least with the same woman. For some reason, the 'rest period' was much shorter with two women.

Apparently, it was different today and with a smile I pushed forward, burying my dick in her warm, welcoming pussy.

Verina moaned and dragged me down to give me a long tender kiss, while I moved my hips, thrusting into her with long, slow strokes, burying myself all the way with each thrust.

The slow pace gave us time to kiss, and we took advantage of that, tongues darting as we luxuriated in the feel of each other.

Then, by some sort of unspoken agreement, I ground my hips against Verina's love-pearl at the same time as she locked her legs around my waist and lifted her hips to meet me.

Breaking the kiss, I build a faster rhythm, pounding Verina into the bed while she squealed and moaned, grinding her hips against mine every time I was all the way in.

As always, her pussy was amazing and I groaned as the slick walls of her pussy started to squeeze my cock on every stroke, heightening my pleasure.

Not that it was really needed. I cherished the feeling of her body up against mine, her skin so soft, her firm breasts crushed up against my chest with hard nipples that bored into my skin.

Still fucking her, I found her hands and grabbed them, holding them tight as I pounded her with long, fast strokes, that made her groan and before long she panted. "I'm coming again!"

Her pussy contracted around my cock hard, squeezing me tightly as the orgasm rolled through her body. I didn't stop and as I was still holding her hands, Verina was at my mercy.

Fortunately, she loved every heartbeat, holding my hands tightly, moaning into the hollow of my shoulder as I kept sliding in and out of her, maintaining a steady pace, while the strength of her spasms increased, caressing my dick with every move we made.

With a shriek that made my ears ring, Verina came again, bucking her hips against me as her pussy gripped my dick. It felt wonderful and I kept my dick buried in her gripping pussy through her orgasm.

She was still gasping for air as I began slowly thrusting within her again.

I kept fucking her, feeling another orgasm surging up within her. She rolled her head side-to-side, still gasping and quaking with aftershocks. The next orgasm was not long in coming, and I could feel the undulations of her stomach as she went over the edge once more.

I kept up my pace, fucking her through her orgasm and her rising moan of ecstasy turned to a shriek, as her pussy squirted, and I felt the wetness run down my balls.

Verina's eyes popped open again and she stared at me in shock when my strokes didn't slow down. I sent her a grin and picked up the pace instead.

"Oh Goddess!" She panted weakly, still spasming around my cock. "I keep coming!!"

"Good." I managed to say. The feeling of her coming had taken its toll on my self-control and I could feel my own orgasm approaching rapidly.

Verina unlocked her ankles from my back and placed them on the bed, enabling her to meet my thrusts better. I grunted in pleasure as she gyrated her hips, making it feel like her pussy caressed the head of my cock.

At that point I gave up on holding back and simply fucked her with forceful thrusts, my pelvis slamming into her love-pearl with each stroke.

Verina squealed as she came again. Her pussy spasmed around me as she rode the waves of her orgasm, finally pushing me over the edge and I groaned as I came inside her.

Still moving slightly, I lost myself in the warmth and pleasure radiating from both of us, while her grasping pussy milked my cock for every drop.

Verina relaxed as the final tremors of her orgasm subsided and when I released her hands, she put her arms around me to give me a hug and a long, sweet kiss.

"That, Inquisitor Emilian," she said, "was amazing."

I chuckled. "I'm glad it met your lofty standards, Inquisitor Serranus."

"Oh, it did." She replied with a smile to match mine. "In fact, it was so good, that I'll have to commandeer your services at some point in the near future."

"As I've said before, Inquisitor Serranus, I'm always at your disposal."

"As you should be, Inquisitor Emilian." She said with a satisfied smile and dragged me into another kiss.

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