I cried out in surprise and shock as Loghain rolled off me, his now flaccid weapon flopping obscenely around. "Madam," he said to the intruder, "what a General does in his own tent is his own business."
"Oh I wasn't referring to you, dear," the newcomer said as I tried to cover my moist and dripping nudity. "I was referring to this unskilled doxy here."
I uttered an outraged shriek and turned to face the woman who had maligned me so cruelly. She was an utterly ancient crone who was easily in her fifties at least, like totally over the hill. Her white hair was secured in a horribly sensible and practical hair style, though her curiously smooth skin had been decorated with subtle makeup. I don't know why she bothered, she was clearly past being of interest to anyone, especially when there were hot young things like me around.
I noticed she was wearing some robes and had a big stick strapped across her back, was it possible this old shrew was a mage? I thought mages were eternally young and beautiful, I mean what was the point of having magic if you got ugly and old like normal people? That was a sobering thought, was it possible I too would one day get old and wrinkled too? Ugh, why was life such a torture? It was like my discovery that chocolate made me put on weight all over again. Err, not that I ever put on weight, of course, I was naturally slender and voluptuous at the same time.
Loghain laughed at my outrage and puzzlement, making me shudder with anger and swallow my angry words before they bubbled forth from my lips in a torrent of witty prose. I drooled at little by accident as I silenced myself, but I caught it so it totally didn't count. "Senior Enchanter Wynne, what brings you to my tent?" Loghain asked the old hag, rather casually considering he had his floppy old cock out. I wasn't surprised to learn that the old bat was a Senior Enchanter, you couldn't get more senior than she was without falling to bits I'm sure!
"I came to enquire whether you would need the services of one of our Tranquil tonight," Wynne said, "but I see you found something else to warm your bed."
"One of the Tranquil might have been better, they can at least take orders," Loghain drawled, "this one wants to wage war when she doesn't know how to hold a weapon."
"Yes, I saw," Wynne said, casting her eyes over my curves disdainfully. "I don't know what they are teaching young nobles these days, I really don't."
"Perhaps you could endeavour to instruct the lady in the correct methods?" Loghain asked.
"Well normally I wouldn't take on a new student on the eve of battle," Wynne said, "but this is clearly a sexual emergency." Wynne nodded her assent to the deal and threw her smelly old cloak over my perfect nudity.
Before I knew what was happening to me the old lady had led me into the mages' camp and into another tent, much smaller and less grand than the two I had been in earlier. Wynne flicked her wand around and conjured a stool out of thin air. She bid me stand upon the stool and tore the cloak away from me so she could have a good luck at me. "Among my other duties at the circle I train women to be concubines, because skills of seduction and pleasure are very important to mages, if only because most Templars are men and deprived of pleasure."
Wynne pursed her lips, wrinkled her nose, and flicked her wand again. I was suddenly soaked with a torrent of ice-cold water that disappeared before it hit the floor. Another flick of the wand and I was dry, my hair curling up nicely into amazing sunny ringlets. I pouted and smouldered my eyes at Wynne for this embarrassing treatment.
Wynne ignored my wanton surly expression and pinched my thigh with her bony hand. "A little bit of baby fat left, but enough exertion in the Andraste Riding position should get those legs tightened up nicely," Wynne said, apparently to her crazy old self. She pried open my mouth and looked at my teeth and told me I needed to learn to floss, whatever that meant.
She snapped on a pair of very thin gloves and parted my white young thighs with her hands. She probed gently inside me in a very businesslike way before withdrawing the gloved finger in a way that was completely devoid of sensuality. Wynne smelled her finger and looked interested. "You have had six sex partners... five men and one woman... who was also elven. You have also have been entered via the rear portal, ooh err missus." She frowned and looked at me again: "Amazing that you could have slept with that many people and still have learned nothing."
I tried to protest that I was already a great adept at the ways of loving, after all I had bedded a Grey Warden, a King and his General all in the same night and the night was far from over, but the words stuck in my throat. More of her fiendish magic, I was sure! I settled for pouting harder and tossing my head in an impetuous manner, as a little more drool escaped from my lips, to show how spirited I was, or something.
"Still," Wynne said, "you are yet young and of noble blood, it's not too late. You're not much to work with, but honey I've seen worse, I'm going to turn this sow's ear into a silk purse!" I wondered why Wynne suddenly started speaking in rhyme, but she had me off the stool before I could think. Another flick of her wand and the room went dark.
The next thing I knew I was sitting at a desk in a school room, wearing nothing but a big pink frilly apron. Wynne was at the front of the class room wearing those new fangled eyeglasses, a pair of fishnet stockings with black stiletto-heel shoes and absolutely nothing else. Her body was far younger and firmer looking than I would have thought: her bosoms were round and high and her oddly hairless sex was almost as smooth and tight as mine. Maybe getting old wasn't so bad if it meant you could still look that good wearing very little and could command the respect of important people like Loghain.
Wynne was holding a ruler and tapping it at different diagrams that flashed around her at lightning speed. I felt knowledge being forcibly pushed into my brain whether I wanted to learn it or not. Suddenly I knew the correct names for things that had always been erotically vague before and I flushed at the new knowledge. The other desks in the class rooms were filled with similarly dressed maidens who flushed at the anatomical diagrams Wynne displayed. I wondered if there was another magic class room somewhere for the men. Men. In pink aprons. And nothing else.
My eyes had obviously glazed over because Wynne was suddenly calling my name and pointing her ruler at me. Only now I saw the ruler was also some kind of fake thingie, or, as the education I was receiving corrected me, it was a larger than life replica of the male genitalia in a turgid state, for the purposes of sexual pleasure, commonly referred to as a dildo. Wynne chided me for thinking about sex in her sex ed. class and put a dunce hat on my head. A sexy dunce hat, of course.
Then she tossed the dildo at me and I caught it with my trembling hands. "Now," Wynne said, regarding me over her sexy specs, "show us what you have learned." I looked back at her, not quite understanding what she wanted from me. "The dildo will gauge your performance and share it with the class," Wynne said as a lighted candle appeared above my head. The Fade was sure weird!
I grasped the dildo firmly between my hands and found to my surprise that it grew warm as began to stroke it. Wynne and the rest of the class gasped as the colour of the dildo deepened from pink to puce and the thick head turned purple. I smiled as my hands gripped and twisted around the fake member with a skill and dexterity I had not possessed before this class.
Some of the other girls in the class could not contain the pleasure they felt through the magic dildo and began to fondle themselves, and in one case, each other. Wynne shrugged as the two girls kissed deeply, their tongues touching each other in a pretty delicate way. Apparently impromptu lesbian sex counted as a passing grade in the class too, whatever.
I started to suck the dildo, first teasingly then taking the length of the thick faux phallus into my mouth. I relaxed my jaw and allowed it to thrust deep within my throat until my lips touched the base of the large cock. The classmates were shrieking in delight by this time and Wynne herself was looking a little flushed in her ladyparts, that is to say her sexual organs were being coloured from increased blood flow.
I withdrew the dildo from my mouth slowly and sensually. I teased my audience by rubbing the head of it on my visibly erect nipples through the fabric of the apron.
"Stop!" Wynne cried, panting with longing. "You have more than made the passing grade, but would you like some... extra credit?"
"Well," I purred, "if it means I get a good reference then sure!"
Wynne flicked her wand again and the throbbing magic dildo in my hand suddenly lengthened rapidly, becoming twice its former length at the fullest. I stared at the double-ended phallus as my newly augmented brain informed me of Wynne's desire.
"Woah," I said, "I know sex fu!"
Wynne groaned, clearly with desire and grabbed the dual-ended dildo. She parted her lavender labia and pushed one end of the deep purple love toy inside her with little effort. Experience and my earlier rousing performance meant she could take it all the way without further warm-up. She looked at me with twin-fires of lust burning in her eyes and tore the apron from me, eager to devour my rosy nipples with the beast of her heat-filled mouth.
I was overwhelmed by the passionate onslaught the older woman unleashed upon me as she pushed me to the ground, she had clearly underestimated my sexiness. Wynne knew far more about women's bodies than most men and her talented fingers coaxed me to a pleasure so intense I passed out, the very Fade vibrating with our womanly passion and my screams of pleasure scorched the very walls of the Black City with their volume.
I came back to myself as Wynne began to thrust into my slick vaginal passage, the flared head of the throbbing magical dildo rubbed against various sensitive places as Wynne thrust against me. It had been a long time since I'd been with another woman, not that that elvish tart really deserved the title, but sex with Wynne was nothing like anything else I had experienced.
Unlike having sex with men, who would usually roll over after only giving me six or seven orgasms and instantly fall asleep, the selfish brutes, the limits of our womanly lovemaking were limited only by our endurance and, for such an old lady, Wynne's stamina was seemingly limitless. She pounded me through the very substance of the Fade, until we were falling in an eternally infinite void, the passing of time marked only by the unending paroxysms of pleasure.
At last, when I felt as though I could withstand no more ecstasy, Wynne grew tired. Either she was totally pooped or she had finally run out of mana from her sexy spells, for the very Fade err faded away and we were once again in her tent.
"You pass, dear," Wynne said, wincing as she detached herself from our sore love glutted embrace. "Now, I will assign you some homework." She flicked her wand and a paper scroll appeared in my hand. "If you seduce all the people on this list, you will be an unstoppable sexy force," Wynne explained.
She flicked her wand again and I was suddenly clad in robes that were very reminiscent of those worn by the Sisters of the Chantry: all flowing and soft womb-like pinkish hue, except my robes had hearts embroidered upon them instead of sun rays and I doubted the Chantry Sisters wore crotch-less underwear, but then, with holy women you can never be too sure.
I looked at the first name on the list. What kind of name was Jory anyway?
