Fern moaned as mushroom cum splattered over Frieren’s feet, Fern’s remaining morals struggling against the aggressive lust demon that was now her awakened arousal. When she was younger, she had often fantasised about being intimate with her Master, especially when she’d noticed the lewd looks Frieren had given her as her voluptuous form had filled out her plain white robes.
She knew the looks had been of a lewd nature, for she had definitely seen Father Heiter with a similar gaze when he read those perverted books he had thought Fern knew nothing of.
As she kept masturbating, Fern felt the phalloshroom seemingly starting to wilt in her hands. It definitely wasn’t dissipating, for she still felt it firmly anchored within her.
Something was off. Well, ignoring the fact Fern had managed to give herself a pseudocock via a strange mushroom spell her Master had marked with her name in mind.
Intellectually, Fern knew she was aroused. Her nipples were so sensitive that she’d stopped toying with them, but was still yearning for someone to grope them; her pussy was trying to orgasm every couple of minutes as it clamped down upon the curved knob she’d used to fill her, yet just as the moment of release would come, the ‘erotic energy’ would bypass her erogenous zones and move to the phalloshroom before seemingly just leaving her, leaving Fern ready but unable to push herself beyond.
She knew that, when desperate enough, her body could rapid fire enough orgasms to leave herself breathless, her body sated for the long bouts of travel with the party.
Except the Phalloshroom wasn’t responding beyond being vaguely erect, and she couldn’t figure out why. She wasn’t experienced with cocks, given her only experience was with the strange staff minutes ago, and she refused to give Stark the boon of her first time.
She stopped her half hearted attempt at masturbating, as a new conundrum formed.
…do I still have my virginity? What does ‘giving a lover my virginity’ even entail?
She dismissed the thought as quickly as it appeared. As far as she was concerned, losing one’s virginity meant another partner, not a vastly better substitute.
Would I lose my virginity if I was to stick it into Master Frieren?
That thought had an immediate reaction, the phalloshroom recovering from its wilted form to something more akin to the erect intensity it had had when she first discovered its small size.
“Do men have to wait between ejaculations? That’s not what the perverted books had suggested…”
She knew something had been off about those books, of men who could cum endlessly and women whose brains turned off the instant a boner was nearby.
She’d definitely lost some inhibitions once the phalloshroom had started leaking that erotically earthy musk, but unlike in those books, the phallic mushroom was a sex spell specifically designed to do that. It made sense she might lose herself in her newly discovered erotic fantasy of a lover dousing her in his desire of her.
Maybe they cut it for pacing? Seems like a waste.
Fern found the idea of cuddling and lightly teasing a partner while she waited for him to recover definitely was something she was eager to try, given how the phalloshroom was becoming her sole focus again.
She bit her lip, as she stared at her Master’s pussy and ass, debating on out what she wanted to do and how far she thought she could push Frieren’s trust.
She loved her Master. It was hard not to, given the sheer wonder of magic she exposed Fern to, and how taking things slowly and appreciating the seemingly benign often led to richer rewards.
Her Master also frustrated the hell out of her. As far as Fern could tell, her Master was atleast five centuries old, maybe even older than a millennium. Yet this lazy, good for nothing elf would spend a literal decade or more in every little hamlet they passed if allowed to, which she often did try to. Finally using her in a way that would definitely feel good for Fern was too tempting an opportunity.
And she had dubious permission!
“…wouldn’t be the first time something odd has happened to the other during mutual spell research.” was how she justified it to herself, inching herself forward and running her free hand atop the ass held aloft by her sleeping Master’s form.
Compared to Fern’s, Frieren’s ass was small and firm, an odd blend of cushy fat from when she no doubt had spent a century or two lazing about and firm tautness from their current travels.
She rolled and groped Frieren’s ass cheek, enjoying the eroticism of fondling another’s body, even if she would prefer Frieren be awake.
I’m not waiting twelve hours for Master to deal with this.
A singularly luxurious and over the top orgasm had drained more than three fourths of the mana she’d poured into the spell, so using Frieren with her dubious permission should ensure the last of it was expunged from the phalloshroom, and would allow her the dignity of her pussy freed from its torment. And there was also the very real possibility that it could sustain itself on her mana, and possibly even grow back to those mammoth proportions.
Fern pulled herself out of her brief mental reverie by letting go of the manifestation of her desire, and placing it besides its sibling on the other cheek of Frieren’s ass, moving both hands down and positioned both her thumbs against the closed lips of her Master’s pussy, ever so slowly parting them.
Fern’s pulse quickened when she saw her Master’s own arousal change from a faint sheen to a noticeable dampness, her spreading of Frieren’s labia seemingly releasing what her inverted position had managed to keep contained.
Whatever spell she had used is a very dangerous one to have used around an aroused m–
Fern stopped her motions, eyes narrowing as things settled into place. Something had been nagging at her this entire time, but the delightfully lusty haze that fogged her mind when she’d been focused on her pseudocock was forcibly reeled in, as Fern’s might intellect pieced a plausible theory together.
Master Frieren is not a fool. Why would she send Mister Stark away, do such a dubious spell without a priest or healer on standby, and direct me to her Grimoire where a strange spell is marked with my name with odd notes?
She planned this. She had to have. Sure, Master Frieren was lazy, a klutz and a handful when it came to keeping her on task for their travels, but she was neither stupid nor lackadaisical enough for this to have happened by happenstance. And while she was very open with her affection, Fern felt as if her Master’s way of displaying desire was esoteric and unfathomable by those in the current age.
Fern took a deep breath, and stopped resisting the primal urges flooding her from the magical growth between her legs, the pleasant haze and fiery desire to use her Master as a living hole purely devoted to servicing Fern’s needs were all she now allowed herself.
If this was her Master’s plan, she’d just go through with it. Her Master could scold, berate and punish her once she was awake if Fern was wrong, but as Fern had close to twenty decades of deciphering Frieren’s hard to discern emotions and thoughts, she felt this was what her Master had intended.
Holding her Master’s pussy open, she brought her mouth right up against it with sordid intent, tongue gently tousling the damp white pubic hair as it trailed up, a brief kiss to her Master’s clit, before pushing her tongue lightly into the folds before it, and getting a true taste of Frieren’s antediluvian honey.
The flavour that greeted Fern was much akin to how her Master showed herself to foolish demons: subtle and barely there, followed by an intense acerbic burst that left them speechless, before all that remained was the ethereal sweetness her friends knew her for.
It was an esoteric flavour that made perfect sense to Fern, and she probed deeper, wanting more.
The flavour wasn’t exactly appealing per se, yet between the uniqueness of it and the desire within her pushing her for more as she couldn’t help but try and drown herself in Frieren’s trickling wetness, Fern alternating between sweet kisses and suckling upon her Master’s clit and labia to help stimulate her unconscious Master’s physiology more and blatantly driving her tongue as deep as Fern’s inexperience could manage, so desperately thirsty for this treasure of her Master she was plundering.
After finally drowning the unearthly thirst and having thoroughly prepared Frieren’s pussy, Fern finally pulled herself away from her meal.
Regaining some sense, she found that she’d pulled her Master much closer than how she started eating her out, her Master’s legs now on her shoulders and close to being tangled in her Fern’s now matted and grimy hair. As she began to lower her Master back into a similar position as she’d been left before Fern had tossed rational thought to the wind, she felt the sensitive phalloshroom dragged across her Master’s body, a thick line of the earthy liquid it leaked trailing from a small mess above her chest to a tapering broken line as Fern positioned her Master.
As she took deep breaths to attempt to clear her mind of the lusty fog, Fern tried to contemplate how she wanted to vent her desire on her Master.
Pressing her up against the wall made sense given how her awakened lust was making her feel, but given her training, she knew that despite what her body was telling her, she wouldn’t last much longer, especially since she would need to manage her unconscious Master’s body.
I could lay her down and make love to her as is proper…but I think that can wait until Master Frieren is awake.
Fern was overcome with an intense blush at her next thought, That way she could muffle her cries into my neck…
The phalloshroom seemed to agree, as it throbbed hard enough to draw her attention. While eating her Master’s pussy had definitely sated something within Fern, it had done nothing but add fuel to the erotic furnace that drove the decisions behind what she did with the pseudo-cock, a noticeably thick dollop of its pre-cum causing Fern to take another deeper, more guttural breath.
She really needed to figure out what she would do with Mas–
As she looked up from her magical cock, her gaze was once again drawn to her Master’s enthralling pussy. But unlike before, where its siren call had denied Fern’s own control of her lust, this time her rational mind solved her problem for her.
Positioning herself between her masters small and slender legs, she eased her hands around to atop Frieren’s hips, and slightly pulled back and down on them, and was rewarded by Frieren’s knees leveraging her pussy down to mix her Master’s liquid need with Fern’s earth-formed desire, a thick strand of the combined fluid between the two when Fern pulled her up.
Fern used her new-found leverage to pull her Master’s pussy down to rest atop the apex of her pseudo-cock, but stopped just as she began to part her Master’s folds and fill her, as a strange noise came from before her.
It was so quiet that Fern hadn’t even been sure she’d heard it, until it happened again when her cock throbbed against the tight opening.
Where have I heard this before…?
Beyond her early life with Heiter, she had spent her entire life in Frieren’s tutelage. There was something about the sound that made her think of her petite Master, but she couldn’t quite grasp it.
And it was beginning to frustrate the young mage, her brow furrowing as she pouted at her Master’s sleeping form.
“Even asleep you can’t help but irk me, Master.”
She barely moved her Master before the sound happened again, but Fern didn’t let her Master’s body go this time, instead slowly pushing her erect pseudo-cock until the ridges of its crown were snugly swallowed by her Master’s snatch, causing the sound ease into higher pitchers, the sound finally registering with Fern.
“Are you moaning, Master?”
Fern’s frustration quickly melted away into confused blankness, her rhetoric wasted on a Master lost in her own foolishness, as she tried to process the sound she was hearing with the vague shards of adolescent dreams of a young mage lost in the fugue mentality of growing from child into a woman.
The sound was mixed with the idea of warmth, of snug comfort, of the open air fires back before they’d encountered the true dangers of cold weather in the north, of the sooty haze of falling asleep beyond a fire as her Master took first watch.
The hazy fog of memory shards slowly coalesced into larger, more solid memories of Fern now appropriately an adult, and her Master eyeing her more voluptuous form. Given Frieren’s silent yearning for the Hero Himmel, Fern had assumed that the way she treated Fern’s body was just how girls played with others of their ilk once close; but what if her old friend’s death had finally ‘awoken’ a desire in the long lived mage, and just as a glacier would melt before a normal person would discern the most subtle shifts in Frieren’s emotions, Fern had just blatantly missed something she would have no context of.
Her tutelage on the road had been primarily focused on the male form, as between Bandits and Demons, any inclined to target Fern for such a sordid reason had been of the male body type.
It was possible that Frieren herself wasn’t even aware that this was how her own needs were manifesting.
Instead of feeling awkward about it, I can put Master’s weird feelings about this to more practical use.
As while Fern couldn’t use this strange spell to fuck Frieren’s tits, as the lithe elf lacked the capacity, Fern had to stop herself from biting down on her lip and drawing blood at how much the idea of her Master using this spell to thrust her turgid cock between her breasts, which started to push her to a premature climax.
Which her tired body acquiesced, thin fungal cum oozing into Frieren’s torpid cavity before Fern could even manage to get an inch in, the briefest orgasm draining Fern of almost all she had.
For the fleeting moment exhaustion’s insensate greed raced through her body which caused her to fall forward, the phalloshroom pushed forward another inch, a second sudden orgasm bringing Fern allowing Fern to fight off the seductive allure of falling asleep.
She wanted nothing more than to fill all five of her inches within her Master, and spend the rest of her night releasing her virile need into her Master until her stomach bloated. Yet as her heart calmed, and exhaustion once again started its eager race through her body, she considered pulling out.
However, that would require too much physical effort, as Fern swayed and crumpled besides her master, pulling her slumbering form down with her into the sinful cosiness of her Master’s bed. As her vision began to swim and her grip on reality slipped, Fern mustered one last push, forcing her still throbbing erection deep into Frieren, the unconscious Master finally making an audible moan, though to most people the quiet squeak was light into the feral moan Fern breathed into her Master’s hair as one large load blasted the entrance to Frieren’s womb.
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The late glare of a midday sun finally wove its way across the musky mycelic mess that marred the margins of their abode, their misdeeds evident to any who would dare open the door.
Fern, normally one to wake early, came to with a very suddenness that wracked her with anxiety, the guilt of sleeping in as late as her Master something not even her unconscious mind could seemingly tolerate.
I should thank the Goddess of Creation that Mister Stark is not here, for Master would never let me live this down…….where is Mast-
She hadn’t realised, due to the numb arm she was lying on, that her Master was nestled within her arms.
Given that it was Midday, when Frieren would naturally wake if not for Fern’s diligence, she froze as she tried to formulate a strategy to extricate herself from her possibly dozing Master. While waking her up at a respectable hour was quite the challenge, the slightest breeze would wake her once midday arrived.
She ran through plans, ploys, proposals, projects, any preparation that could possibly work, but as she was not an experienced lover, all her plots were falling sho—
“Fern?”
“Yes, Master?”
“Stark is not due back for a few days, correct?”
“Yes, Master.”
Frieren made a noise of pleased agreement.
“Good. Then cover us with a blanket, so we can sleep and recover our mana.”
A pout formed at having to indulge in Frieren’s slothful nature, but as she regained feeling and most of her muscles refused to even weakly respond, she grudgingly gave in. Given that Stark wasn’t here, she would allow her Master’s ploy to fix her enervated state.
“I guess we have no other choice.”
Frieren made more noises of agreement, snuggling back into Fern’s warmth, before shivering slightly and adding, “Fern, the blanket?”
“I would if I could, Master. But my body refuses to move. I pushed myself too far last night.”
“Then I have to?”
Fern mumbled a noise of agreement, with Frieren groaning as she flailed a senseless arm about, seemingly hoping to use her numb limb to hook something.
After what felt like an hour, where even the warmth that Fern’s lascivious form naturally generated was lost to the seeming breeze wafting through the room, Frieren finally managed to cover the two of them enough that blessed heat returned.
Frieren started to say something about ‘talk’ and tomorrow, but Fern quickly passed out again, a quiet snore helping soothe her Master into the sweet oneiric embrace they were sharing.
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