Cecil the Wench Ch. 04

Cecil and the Sorcerer

Not long after Cecil saved The Bull and Mare from certain closure at the hands of the tax collectors - by letting them get rather handsy with her - she found herself bored once again. Cecil refused any advances from the innkeeper Richard as punishment for letting her deal with the tax collectors on her own, and Richard's son Georg was haunted by his mother.

As a small consolation for her service to the tax collectors, they held true to their word and there was a small though marked increase in the number of patrons visiting The Bull and Mare. Cecil rarely considered one worth her consideration for a tryst, and often the ones she thought enticing came with a retinue and declined her advances.

One stormy evening, with not a visitor seen the entire day, Cecil stared out the window.

Blasted weather, with this rain it's even less likely someone will come, she moped. Richard didn't even thank me for watching the inn while he and his family are in the village for the night. Wonder what he'd think if some big, awful, monster came. Maybe if the big, awful monster came and gave me a proper dicking it'd be a more enjoyable evening than... this. Well, what else to do when alone and bored?

Cecil jumped out of her chair and hurried to her room. She gathered up a few items and ran back to the main room of the inn. Spreading a soft blanket on a table, she lay out a wide range of choice oblong implements of varying lengths and widths and angles, some knurled, some bumpy, some smooth, but all clearly designed for a single purpose: to bring a woman pleasure.

She slid onto the blanket and hiked up her shirt. There were no undergarments to pull down, as she rarely worried about such silly articles of clothing. With a grin, she surveyed her range of dildos and readied to make a choice when a purple glow appeared in the window. Cecil leaned close and squinted, making out a strange umbrella. At the end of a stick, instead of oiled cloth or leather, was a shimmering flat purple membrane. Ran bounced off, and the figure was remarkable dry beneath.

"Gods above, when I finally make peace with the loneliness, you send a mage my way?" Cecil fumed. "That better be a man with a healthy cock dangling between his legs and the skill and practice to use it."

She hastily pulled her dress down and folded the blanket over her dildos. Strolling around the bar, she waited for the mage to hopefully enter the inn. After agonizing minutes passed, Cecil bored of the wait. They must be passing by, she thought. She dashed over to the pile of dildoes, slipped out her favorite - a polished wooden shaft six inches long with small bumps along the length and a fist-sized ball at the end for a handle.

Back at the bar, Cecil sat on a stool and hiked up her dress. She teased her labia with the dildo until she couldn't wait any longer, then plunged it deep inside. Cecil moaned and whimpered as each bump on the shaft teased her labia and massaged the walls of her pussy. She pumped faster and faster when the door slowly creaked open.

Cecil hurriedly sat forward on the stool, unintendedly pressing the ball handle hard against her clitoris. Her cheeks flushed as she inspected the mage.

Slender and tall - easily a head taller than Cecil - their hooded robe shrouded their face. It was covered in mysterious, swirly dark pink and lavender embroidery. The umbrella was now used as a posh walking stick. The new arrival carried no pack or bag or satchel, with just a few pouches hanging from their belt. They walked confidently forward to the bar.

Cecil was not one to be intimidated, but something about this person set her off-kilter. She put on her best smile possible, quite difficult with a dildo jammed up her pussy further than she had planned, and greeted the guest.

"Welcome! I'm Cecil, Wench of The Bull and Mare. The innkeeper Richard is out tonight, but I'll be sure you're well cared for. A mage, I take it?"

"No. Sorcerer."

The command of the warm voice sent a shiver down Cecil's spine. The hood dropped back revealing a gorgeous elf with tawny skin. Her high cheekbones were set beneath wide, upward-angled eyes. A sweeping jaw tapered up towards long, pointed ears. The woman smiled, her thin lips curling up at the corners.

Cecil's face scrunched. "Is there a difference between a mage and a sorcerer?"

The sorcerer chuckled, as if she were a teacher and Cecil a student who asked a silly question. "Yes, of course there is. A sorcerer's magic is innate. I was born with this ability, it is as much of who I am as my eyes, my fingers, my lips." The sorcerer dwindled on the 's,' and Cecil shivered. "A mage must train and struggle for ages to learn such a power, and often will be greatly satisfied with far less skill than mine."

Cecil sat wide-eyed. She coughed to clear her throat, tightening her body around the dildo. "My apologies for asking, I didn't mean to offend. Right then, we have stew and bread, not the best if I'm honest with you but it's hot, plenty to drink, and rooms aplenty. What do you fancy, miss..."

"You mean to ask my name?" The sorcerer replied, staring intently into Cecil's eyes.

"Yes?"

"To you, I am madam."

Cecil's face flushed, her whole body tingling and suddenly hot. She desperately wanted to look away, but the elf's eyes were entrancing and she couldn't bring herself to leave the elf's gaze. "Yes, madam. What can I do for you?"

The elf placed her hands on the bar and leaned forward, looking down at Cecil. "You're quite unusual. A human wench who is short rather than tall, olive skin instead of pale skin, small but supple breasts instead of gigantic tits, dark and well-trimmed brown hair instead of blonde or red. All unusual."

Cecil's face burned at the quick yet accurate assessment. "Whose tits are you calling small, madam?"

"It's a compliment," the sorcerer said with a grin. "It is easy for an elf to feel out of place among humans - we are often derided for our slender figures. I find you much more akin to my taste than most humans. As for what you can do for me, little one, I will take your most modest room."

Cecil's face blushed redder than the hot coals inside the fire. "Ah, well, madam, seeing as it's a quiet night - as usual - you can take our best room. Price will be the same. Trust me though, the worst of the rooms is barely better than a horse's stall in the stables."

"The most simple will do fine."

"If you insist," Cecil said with a shake of her head. "Anything else I can get you? Anything at all? As you can see, it's not exactly the busiest of inns, and I am presently available."

The sorcerer leaned closer over the bar. Cecil drank in the smell of sweet herbs. "The most simple is fine," the sorcerer said.

Cecil felt a quivering in her thighs at the power in the voice. "Of course, madam, whatever you fancy. Is there anything else I can get you, anything at all?"

"Hm. Such as?"

Cecil put on the best smile she was able to muster. "The Bull and Mare might look humble, but we're as well appointed as you'd expect! I can draw the bath, get blankets, whatever you need, just know I'm happy to serve you."

A broad smile crept across the sorcerer's face. "Serving... would you serve me as you've been serving yourself?"

The sorcerer pointed a finger up. Cecil watched in horror as a blanket rose above the sorcerer's shoulder, followed by her collection of dildos. They lazily floated about, as if on parade with the express purpose of embarrassing Cecil.

In complete shock, Cecil plopped down into the stool, sending the entire dildo inside, ball handle and all. She chirped and squeaked, as much from embarrassment as the oversized dildo presently filling her up, and grabbed hold of the bar to stabilize herself.

"I see you are entirely truthful about the lack of guests at the inn," said the sorcerer.

Blinking rapidly, Cecil's entire body tensed and she wheezed her response. "I apologize for my immodesty. Your room is first on the right, down the hall. If it isn't to your liking, you're welcome to move to another room."

"You need not apologize." With a wave, the blanket and dildos returned to the table. The sorcerer set a small pouch on the bar. "Payment."

The sorcerer glided down the hall and slipped into her appointed room. Cecil suddenly realized she had been holding her breath and gasped. She reached down and eased the dildo from her pussy, biting her lip to suppress a gasp. Cecil plopped the soaking dildo next to the pouch.

That sorcerer, she has me hot, bothered, confused, and confounded. It is me who is the one to do that to others, not to have that done to me! Infuriating, and yet... I want more. She is beautiful... Why did she ask for the worst room, even after I offered our best for the same price? Cecil wondered.

Cecil poured out the pouch, only to find a vastly greater sum of coins than was owed even for the best room in The Bull and Mare.

"Madam!" Cecil called down the hall. "Madam, you overpaid!"

When no response came, Cecil sat back by the bar, tapping her nails across the wood. Her face lit up when an idea crept into her mind.

Cecil bustled down the hall carrying the finest bottle of wine she could find - still a bit of a common vintage, but the best they had, nevertheless. She knocked gently on the door to the elf sorcerer's room.

"Madam. Madam? I have something for you. A modest thank you for your generous payment."

When no response came, Cecil gently knocked again. Far from being known for her patience, Cecil knocked one final time. Fine then! I'm going in.

Cecil swung the door open and her mouth dropped open. What once was a stiff drink's assessment away from a stable stall had been transformed into a luxurious lodging. Wood floors, fine furniture including a four-post bed complete with drapes, lounges, chairs, plush pillows, and more filled the space. A fire crackled, despite the room not previously having its own fireplace, and dozens of candles lit the room in a pleasant glow.

In the corner, the sorcerer's feet stuck out of an oblong tub, steaming with warm water. The elf didn't even open her eyes at Cecil's intrusion.

"Madam, I... I brought..."

"I have better wine. Strip."

Cecil found herself immediately complying, despite also being quite sure the sorcerer had not used any magic to influence her to follow the order. She set the bottle of wine down, then unbuttoned the front of her dress. It dropped to the ground around her feet, and she pulled her shirt over her head. Although Cecil was proud and confident of her body, under the intense stare of the sorcerer she felt an urge to cover herself, especially the glistening trail leaking from her pussy down her leg.

"Approach."

Cecil walked over to the tub, and stood a few feet away, head down as though looking at the sorcerer would be breaking a rule.

The elf sorcerer smiled. "I can smell the magic of the Witches of Clendol about you. It's quite unique, and when one is aroused as you are, the scent carries far. And yet, I don't think you are one of the witches, there is something different about your particular scent, though I am certain you bear their enchantment - always clean, always properly sized, and always lubricated."

Cecil's eyes went wide at the sorcerer's knowledge of the otherwise reclusive coven. "I was... evicted, madam."

"Evicted?" the sorcerer laughed. "You are a free from bondage to a silly, over-controlling mess of high-strung women calling themselves a coven. Allow me to make you an offer. Tonight is for you to listen, and obey. Should you follow my command, you will experience pleasure unrivaled. You are welcome to leave should you wish, but if it is unbridled pleasure you seek, then join me, in the bath."

Cecil stepped into the bath opposite the sorcerer. The waters were luscious and warm and infused with oils, making them slick and smooth on her skin. Cecil remained balled up, with her knees to her chest.

"Relax."

"Yes, madam," Cecil whispered, allowing her legs and arms to relax.

The sorcerer slipped her feet back into the water as she continued to stare at Cecil. Using her feet, the sorcerer rubbed Cecil's legs, tracing the outline of her calves and thighs with her toes. Cecil sighed and moaned when the sorcerer's feet drifted ever close to her aching pussy, but never quite touched her most sensitive spot.

In the agonizingly pleasurable yet teasing bath, Cecil soon lost herself as minutes burned away and the sorcerer teased and toyed with her. Then, the feet abruptly pulled away.

"Dry off, and lie down on the bed, face down."

Cecil wordlessly complied, all while the sorcerer watched. The bed was incredibly soft, as if clouds embraced Cecil's every inch. She dared not look when she heard the sorcerer rise from the bath. Gentle footsteps approached, and Cecil's body quivered. She gasped when warm oil trickled over her back.

Slender, soft, yet strong fingers massaged Cecil's back. The sorcerer moved with incredible deftness, and Cecil felt as though she melted into jelly. The massaging hands moved up to Cecil's shoulders, along her sides just enough to tease her breasts, then down to her lower back. Cecil felt a yearning grow inside as the sorcerer's hands deeply massaged her ass and thighs, but never touching her most sensitive spots. The sorcerer finished with Cecil's calves and feet, then withdrew her hands.

"Turn over."

The sorcerer poured oil once again, then continued her massage. The scent of the sweet, flowery oils filled Cecil's nose, and she lost all worry over her immodesty. Her legs parted as the sorcerer's hands drifted down from her belly and to her thighs. Frustratingly, the sorcerer never touched Cecil's vulva, leaving her body quivering in anticipation.

When Cecil reached to give herself relief, the sorcerer slapped her hand.

"I did not say you could pleasure yourself."

Cecil clenched her thighs together. "Yes, madam. Would you like to lie down, and have me massage you in return?"

"I do not recall asking you to do anything."

"Yes, madam," Cecil said, her eyes locked with the sorcerer's.

"On all fours. Present yourself at the edge of the bed."

Cecil quietly complied. Her body ached with anticipation as she presented herself, completely exposed. The sorcerer leaned close, then breathed in deeply.

Cecil nearly orgasmed from the warmth of the sorcerer's breath and the movement of air around her pussy. She heard the sorcerer's lips part. The wait was agonizing, then suddenly a warm, firm tip of the sorcerer's tongue grazed Cecil's labia.

The wench couldn't help but shove her body back, desperate for the tongue to enter her. Instead, the sorcerer withdrew. Cecil groaned, but moved back in position. The tongue returned a minute later, tracing from one labia, down nearly to Cecil's clitoris, then back up, finally wrapping around the folds of her anus.

The sorcerer carried on, gently teasing Cecil until she could barely stand it. Then, the sorcerer softly kissed Cecil's clit. Each touch was as if lightning flew through Cecil's veins. She nearly cried out when a warm mouth wrapped around her entire pussy, and the sorcerer's tongue plunged into Cecil's depths.

Cecil orgasmed instantly. Cecil collapsed onto the bed and the sorcerer followed, continuing to swirl her tongue further and further, harder and harder as pleasure overtook the wench. Cecil lay convulsing on the bed, ass in the air, when the sorcerer allowed her tongue to drift out and swirl along the edges of Cecil's asshole. Her butt greedily pushed back, but then the sorcerer withdrew once more.

"Stay there, my pet."

Cecil watched the incredibly lithe elf walk to a table where her belt and pouches lay. The sorcerer returned holding a glowing purple crystal the size of an apple in her hand. She muttered a few unintelligible words, then a glow appeared over her smooth pussy. An ethereal strapon appeared. It's girth and length - nearly the size of her forearm - were greater than any cock Cecil had ever taken. While Cecil ogled the cock, she noticed a second member branch off and enter the sorcerer's pussy.

"Let us test the bounds of the enchantment," the sorcerer said. "Now, beg."

Cecil needed no further coaxing as her body craved more pleasure. "Please, madam. Please, fill me up, abuse me. Please, fuck me until I can't see, until I can't walk! Fuck me like no one ever has before!"

The sorcerer smiled. She pushed Cecil's shoulders down, giving her perfect access to her pussy. With her hand still clasped around the crystal, the sorcerer lined the enormous cock up with Cecil's aching entrance. As the cock pressed in, Cecil worried it would be too much, but her pussy adapted, taking the full length. It was a greater warmth pressure than she had ever imagined, a fullness indescribable. The cock was soft and flexible, yet just firm enough to grind inside and pleasure every inch. When the sorcerer slowly withdrew, she knew her body wanted it back in again.

Cecil relished the slow, steady strokes. The sorcerer moaned along with Cecil, both pleasured by the summoned cocks. The sorcerer snapped as she lazily thrust in and out, and the cocks began vibrating gently. Cecil squealed in delight.

Harder and harder the elf thrust, when Cecil heard her murmuring again. Two new cocks grew from the elf's conjured strapon. Cecil cried out in delight when one breached the entrance to her tender asshole, as the second did the same to the sorcerer. The second cock appeared to act on its own, thrusting in as the sorcerer pulled back from Cecil's pussy, then easing back when the sorcerer thrust in.

Then, the sorcerer suddenly withdrew.

"Lie on your side and spread your legs."

Cecil immediately complied, ready to beg for the summoned cocks to fill her again. The sorcerer wordlessly joined Cecil on the bed and slid opposite her, so their legs crossed and pussies were inches from each other. Another whisper with the crystal above the strapon, and suddenly the mass of purple cocks came to life.

The sorcerer kept her hand outstretched and the four cocks flew out, plunging into the depths of Cecil's and the sorcerer's pussies and asses. Gyrating with varying speeds and depths, vibrating and trembling inside, the two moaned and shouted in pleasure together as the four cocks filled them with pleasure.

When Cecil thought the pleasure was unmatchable, the sorcerer whispered again and more tendrils appeared, wrapping around the two. Warm and soft, they rubbed and massaged their bodies, tracing nipples and squeezing tight. Cecil felt pressure brewing inside, and could see the same in the flushed cheeks of the sorcerer. Cecil could not tell whether minutes or hours passed when the sorcerer suddenly leapt over and kissed Cecil deeply.

The unexpected affection and passion satisfied Cecil in a way she never imagined. Her body rocked with orgasm, convulsing, trembling, spasming as pleasure overtook her. The sorcerer was much the same, squeezing close as an orgasm rocked her body. The tentacles faded, and Cecil fell asleep in the sorcerer's embrace.

***

When Cecil woke, the room was back to being a modest hovel, save for the luscious blanket she lay on. Cecil quickly realized she was alone, and found herself saddened by the departure of the sorcerer.

She rose to see a letter on the blanket, beside the purple crystal. Cecil picked up the parchment and read it aloud.

"Thank you for a night most enjoyable when I expected to find no enjoyment. Please take this gift; I believe you might find it useful. Be mindful of the occasions you wish to use it, as without training it will be quite exhausting. I have included the appropriate incantations and noted their varying effects - I recommend you practice often. Perhaps we might see each other again one day, and you can show me what you have learned.

-Madam"

Cecil lay back on the bed. When Richard's voice called out, Cecil stretched and cuddled into the soft blanket and drifted back to sleep.