Erotic Mists (BBW Erotica,Supernatural,WMBW) (3 page)

Seeing this, Jan's organ released and pearlescent globs of semen spurted out of his cock and over his clenched fist. He felt weak as more and more of his seed spilled out, but he did not stop groping his cock. His eyes remained fixed on Nyah, who now waved the white hand in the misty air as she did twice before. She whispered more of the incomprehensible speech and a violet-blue vapour took form and began to cloud the room.

The thick mist snaked in all directions, even towards Jan and through the tiny opening that he looked through. He thought that she was calling another creature for her pleasure and waited as the spiraling wisps curled and folded through the crack and round his body. He felt a sudden chill as the vapour encircled him and fogged his vision of the room.

He could barely see Nyah and her companions and wondered what would come next. He waited, but nothing emerged from the water. Instead her white hand dropped down to the first creatures head. She almost looked exhausted in the throes of pleasure.

"Maybe she doesn't have the energy to complete the spell." he thought, his erect cock still in hand.

The violet mist was thinning out now and once again he could see Nyah's glistening brown body convulsing from the spasms brought on by the creatures. The one at her breast was lapping at her neck now; its glistening drool dripping down her collar bone, and onto the large breast he had previously attended. Nyah whispered something to it and it quickly returned to her breast but bit the sensitive tip instead. Blue smoke snaked out from her mouth as she blurted out more of her foreign speech in what seemed like a pleasured response. The first then withdrew from his feeding between her legs and tilted its head up at her. Adhering to her command, it looked down at her succulent slit and slid two of its long fingers into her core.

"Ooh yes!" she cried as the probing digits moved back and forth inside her. She rocked her pelvis to meet the slow thrusts and commanded, "Faster! Faster!"

The creature obeyed and began to fuck her with its white fingers. Jan grew irritated at this; an emotion he rarely felt. Why did she have to conjure up these creatures? Granted he did not have any prior sexual experiences, but he was sure that he could please her equally, if not better than those creatures. Judging from all that he saw, he already knew what she liked.

He wanted to taste her flesh and explore every inch of her soft body with his tongue. He wanted to squeeze her plump flesh and give her all manner of sexual attention that those things could never give on their own accord. His own cock, which was still painfully erect in his grip, was longer and thicker than the fingers of that thing. He should be the one inside her, not those mindless unnatural things.

She wouldn't need to command him like she did to the one that penetrated her. He should be licking and caressing the neglected breast which was free of the creature’s slobber, unlike the other. He wanted to go to her, but reason told him that would not go very well. She might strike him down with her magic, or worse, send the creatures to tear him to pieces. No, he was safer where he stood.

Nyah had become louder now. She threw her head back and her body jerked into the air as the white fingers penetrated her for the last time. She screamed and fell back against the damp floor as she came to satisfaction. The creature readily reclaimed its fingers from her core and her juices slowly trickled out from the pink crevices.

Simultaneously, Jan ejaculated once more and a low groan emitted from his throat. He too was exhausted but he forced himself away from the wall. He needed to get away. He needed to go back to his room where he would not be discovered. She would be coming out soon and he did not want to be caught spying on his guest. His organ was still rigid beneath his robes as he crept through the halls and back up the stairs, but he would worry about that later.

Once in his room, he quickly disrobed and wiped his body clean of the sweat and semen that had accumulated. He would have liked to wash it all away but Nyah was still down there, probably recovering from her intense orgasm. Lightning flashed in the dark room and he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the windowpane.

What he saw was very unfamiliar. A tall, brunette, blue eyed young man stared back at him; naked, with a semi-erect penis jutting out from his pelvis. He noticed that his arms and torso were now muscular from all of his strenuous labour. He was no longer that weak little boy, but a grown man.

He wondered if Nyah would have liked the look of him in the nude. As her name came to mind, a sudden jolt shocked his cock into complete erection. He panted as the need to appease him-self grew worse. He was too weak to stand any longer. He threw himself back against his pillows and proceeded to stroke himself to satisfaction.

As the quick flashes of lightning lit up the room, he could see that his organ had swelled and almost doubled in girth. His body tingled and trembled as his fingers lightly caressed his cock’s red tip. He'd never been this painfully aroused before. Even now his cock pulsated and was becoming more engorged in his palm.

"Uuugh..." he groaned, as he pumped the veiny length of it.

He had been moving at a slow and steady pace but the pleasure intensified and he found himself viciously pumping the pink organ. His hand felt rough and dry along the shaft, so he used some of his own saliva to lubricate himself. He thought of Nyah and wished that she was here to ease his pain. He remembered the heavy breasts and the fleshy pink pussy encased in plump dark lips. He wanted to caress her rotund body while she stroked his cock in return. There was no room for guilt in his mind now. Only desire and pleasure ruled his thoughts.

He wanted…no…he needed her now. He jerked his cock even harder as the fantasy of him taking Nyah at the pool's edge played out in his mind. Back and forth he moved into her while he caressed her breasts and soft belly. There were no mindless conjurations; it was only him and his beloved. The quick movement of his tight fists caused hot white semen to squirt out from the tip of his cock like a geyser; each spray landing on the sheets and his strong thighs.

He wiggled and squeezed the hardened shaft until it was bright red and drained of every sticky drop. He fell back against the pillow exhausted, with his slick cock in hand. He should have fallen asleep right then but he realized that his erection had not diminished. In fact, a new need to be satisfied awoke in his groin and a painful rush of pleasure encircled his shaft.

"What is wrong with me?" he thought as he looked down at the still engorged penis.

Its shiny length glistened and still pulsed against his fingers. He tried to empty his mind and calm his thoughts, but it was to no avail. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own and stood apart from him, its length reaching up to the ceiling.

Jan gripped it and began to stroke its massive girth in hopes of soothing the pain but that only brought more pleasure. His eyebrows creased and he shut his eyes tightly as he pumped himself with a fierce determination to sate his need. His firm body beaded with sweat and he writhed in the sheets as he thrust back and forth into his enclosed palm. Within seconds another spray of hot semen spilled out and unto his fist.

He was weak but still clutched the erect organ. For some reason it would not lose its rigidity. His mind was frantic with questions. What was happening to him? Was Helvahr punishing him? If he hadn’t passed out thereafter he would have panicked, but he did not have the strength to stay awake. Even while he panted with short raspy breaths, he lost consciousness and fell into heavy sleep.

**

Jan arose the next morning to find him-self no different from the night before. The swelling had gone down but he remained erect. He wanted to clutch the miserable organ and rub it to satisfaction but he feared what Helvahr would do to him next. His failure at averting all lustful thought had brought a curse upon him and it was probably rightly deserved.

He sighed and draped a loose robe over his body to hide his shame. Jan found that not even the loose robe could hide his erection. The rough spun material of the gown stimulated his cock even more as it brushed past the tender skin. It poked out from beneath his robe as if searching for someone to touch it, namely Nyah. He was mortified. He knew that he was being punished for his misdeeds and would do no more to anger the god.

He pulled out a sheet of white linen from the bronze chest and cut the fabric into long thin strips. He planned to bind his penis back until the day had passed and he was back in his chambers. He gingerly guided it against his torso, hoping not to stimulate it any further. Round and round he wove until the jutting organ was fastened to his waist.

Against his skin, it was searing hot and he felt as if someone had dropped fiery coals down into his robes. The organ began to pulse against his skin as if it wanted out. It seemed to have a mind of its own and wanted to be free, but he would not let it out. He needed to discipline himself. Maybe then the powers at work would have mercy on him.

He spent the day as far away from Nyah as he could. She seemed very happy to be in the monastery, but he thought that this was only because she had the means to satisfy herself. He on the other hand was suffering and this made him irritable throughout the day. But he hid his ill mood from her and feigned happiness. Meanwhile many of his chores were cut short because he no longer had the stamina to complete his work.

He craved sleep and most importantly release. He served Nyah her dinner and offered her some more fish for Yazra, but he did not eat one bite. This was his penance for intruding on his lovely guest and the only way he knew how to make amends. He’d thought of confessing everything to her but dismissed the idea. She would hate him and add him to that despised list of bad people who had taken advantage of her. He did not want that. He decided to deal with it on his own. She would not be staying much longer and when she was gone, he would be free to take care of his problem.

**

A
s the sun set, he entered his room and slumped down to the edge of his bed.

“Calm yourself...just a few more hours.” he whispered to himself, both relieved and saddened by what Nyah had told him minutes before.

She would be leaving in the morning and would spend the next few months at the school. She was expected and only had so much time before the doors would be closed to the outside world. He didn’t think that she would be leaving so soon but it was probably for the best. It would be better for both of them if she stayed away from him. He was too deep in thought to realize that once again his hand had instinctively shifted to his groin and proceeded to stroke the swaddling linen as if it were a gentle creature nestled in his lap.

Before he could think of reprimanding himself the door swung open and Nyah stepped into the room. Like the night before, she wore the same white robes which were bound loosely round her form. He was too frightened to move or say anything after being caught in the act. His face flushed red as both terror and embarrassment took hold of him.

He waited for her to mock him out of disgust but she did not. Nyah only shut the door behind her and came closer.  She stopped at the foot of his bed and looked down at him with those beautiful brown eyes. The mage lifted her white hand and began to stroke his wild curls, which were now plastered to his sweaty forehead.  

Jan?" she whispered softly as her longs nails raked through his tender scalp.

"Y-yes?" he breathed with a shudder; the stimulation of her touches sending shivers down his spine.

"You like me… don't you?" she asked.

"Yes I do..."he responded with a dry mouth.

"Then why haven't you invited me into your bed? I’ve been waiting and was beginning to think that you really found me hideous."

"No. You’re the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I-I just..."

She smiled at him and moved closer until her lips were a breath away.

"So you would prefer to watch then? Instead of taking the initiative?"

"W-watch?" he asked, even though he knew she was referring to the night before. She knew he was there.

She didn’t seem angry but that did nothing to quell the surmounting shame he now felt.

"Don't be ashamed. It pleased me to know that you watched." she smiled.

"I’m sorry. I feel like it was wrong of me to spy on you."