Chapter 146: No Escaping an Eromancer

Zutiria’s hands swerve gracefully across my firm abs. They maneuver down to the sides of my hip and around to the meat of my inner thigh. She lingers,  massaging the erotic flesh so close to my groin before uttering, “Dexteripeat.” Once more.

The magical hands massaging my body have doubled, and the increasing loop overpowers my senses with impeccable precision. ‘Does it feel good, Sir?’ She asks with rhetorical glee.

“Yes... this is... so much better than the shit erotica authors came up with for their s-speculative Eromancy novels... Most of them j-just default to boring spells to make dicks, tits, or asses bigger... ahh, fuck...” I clench my eyes as the glowing hands pinch my nipples once more.

Smiling, Zutiria places her hands flat on my pubic mound. ‘Eromancy isn’t simple transfiguration spells that anyone could do. It’s focused on bringing tremendous amounts of pleasure in new ways that ordinary magic can’t begin to dream of. Like this.’

The Mage rubs and kneads the flesh above my cock, repeating the spell and adding a third pair of hands to the massage. Every time she piles more onto the ongoing pleasure, I’m astounded by how I refrain from cumming. The tension and affection boosted by the magic at use send chills down my spine with every movement of her fingers pressing into my skin, arching my back, and drawing noises from my throat.

‘You’re so cute, Sir. I’m so glad that I have even more tools with which to worship you and give you all the love that you deserve...’

“Sam’s... gonna b-be jealous you have another ad... advantage over her, nnngh...”

‘At first. But Sammy will very soon see that Eromancy isn’t a gift solely to you. Everyone in our shared sex lives will benefit.’ Zutiria giggles playfully before scooting down my legs and takings each of my heavy balls into her palm. ‘Let’s give these boys some special attention, shall we?’

I nod my head, and she immediately gives me a tender squeeze on each orb. Not too hard, but far from soft. Thanks to the sheer size of them, her tiny fingers have a lot of room to work with. Zutiria pushes her thumb down on the middle and draws little circles of pleasure with the pressure. Afterward, she eases her grip and tenderly fondles each testicle, kneading them in their sack with tender care.

I feel them slosh with cum, and they contract as if to shoot it, but she squeezes me firm just in time to stop it. “Dexteripeat.” She says quietly, with confidence.

My chest. My thighs. My groin. My balls.

Zutiria’s spell sees all of these areas attended to by eight ethereal pink hands working in complete unison and spreading her sexual mana over my body. The Mage’s touch leaves me a ragged mess, unable to do much more than grip the blanket beneath for some extra support.

‘I think it’s time to get to the fun part, Sir.’ She says, and before I can even say anything back, she grips the bottom half of my cock nice and firm and begins pumping it.

I writhe in place, toes clenched. “NNGHHH-” It’s too much, but the hands on my balls keep me in check almost entirely and prevent any sort of relief.

Because of the small size of her hands, Zutiria is only able to hold on to about half of my manhood’s length. This is no longer a problem for her. “Dexteripeat.”

The fifth set of hands begin massaging my throbbing, tortured dick while her real ones start to work the upper half of my shaft. ‘I hope this isn’t too much for you, Sir.’

“It’s... nggghhhhh...!! I... I...!!”

‘Shhhhhh.’ She puts her finger to her lips to make the silence gesture. ‘You don’t need to say anything. Just let me worship my man, alright? Nod your head if you agree.’

I nod so fast and hard that my neck almost pulls a muscle.

‘Very good.’ The small Mage leans over top of my groin and opens her steaming mouth, blowing hot air onto the angry, inflamed, and swollen head of my cock. Rather than use the breath against me, she instead takes me inside and begins suckling on it like a delicious treat.

Zutiria kisses it, and she licks and twirls it, and she sucks it with immense affection. ‘I love you, Sir. I’d do anything for you. Anything.’ She kisses my cockhead deeper. ‘Anything.’ She kisses it harder. ‘Anything.’ She kisses it faster. ‘Anything.’

She lingers her pouty lips over my red helmet, bathing me in her obsessive love and devotion. Her four hands expertly twist, turn and pump my manhood. She pinches my nipples. She rubs my groin and my thighs over and over and over again.

It’s so good. I can’t do this. I can’t handle it.

Her pink eyes flash me a look of understanding, and at that moment, all eight hands pause their activities at the same time.

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She twirls her tongue like a serpent around my head once more, and I unleash a massive volley of semen directly inside her tiny mouth. Zutiria takes away the top hands so she can swallow half of my explosive, twitching length down her velvet tunnel, and she shuts her eyes while gulping down as much of my cum as she can handle before pulling off desperately for air.

I’m far from done, and my unending blast coats the Mage’s pretty little face with an aggressive layer of makeup. It hits the bangs of her beautiful lavender hair, too, as my ropes continue flying without end. Zutiria relishes my seed erupting all over her, sticking her tongue out to catch stray blasts and making pleasured moans for my sake as she gulps down my delicious sperm.

When I finally start slowing to a halt, she smiles and joins me in the battle to regain our breaths. ‘Astonishing. Your load was tremendous, Sir.’ Her pink eyes sparkle with scholarly interest, and all of a sudden, I feel like an experimental rat. It’s not a bad feeling.

“Zu... tiria...” That is all I can manage to say with my quivering throat.

‘We’re not done yet. No talking.’ The Mage tells me while removing her nightgown and joining me in the comforts of nakedness. She begins scooping up my cum from her face. ‘I don’t think I can drink any more of your gratuitous sperm, Sir... but I don’t want to make all of your essence go to waste, either... whatever is a girl to do...?’

I have a few ideas, but I simply lay back to experience the show she intends on putting on for me. She knows damn well what she wants to do, and Zutiria wants me to watch. It would be rude not to indulge.

The little lady takes all the burning, white jizz she scooped and begins massaging it into her skin with both hands. ‘This will have to do, I suppose.’ Zutiria rubs it into her small, perky tits and makes them shine before slathering my sperm into her smooth, flat tummy. Finally, she makes her way down to her sopping groin and spreads whatever’s left of my cum across her mound and even inside of it, creating warm, slick noises as she burrows into her moist slit.

Her voice whimpers, and her pink, glowing eyes flicker slightly. ‘There. Not a drop wasted.’ She says. The Mage points her finger at the two paused hands at the bottom half of my cock, and they disappear into sensual pink smoke.

Shortly after the spell’s cancellation, Zutiria wastes no time in sitting herself on my lap and aiming my gigantic, swollen manhood against the cum-coated lips of her dripping slit. ‘Enjoy yourself, Sir. Let me gift you all the pleasures my tiny, wet, little Eromancer pussy has to offer.’

The Eromancer drops her hips down harshly onto mine. She finds herself met with almost no resistance from her narrow hole, compared to the usual struggle she has to fit all of me inside her when we start. Zutiria waves her hand after basking in the initial pleasure of penetration, signaling the six magical hands to resume their intimate and repeating caresses.

She watches me with a self-satisfied grin that only grows wider the more times she bounces down on my cock. The Mage loves seeing just how much pleasure her ministrations can give me, and nothing pleases her more than seeing me appreciate the beautiful, sexual joy my body expresses.

‘Feels good, doesn’t it?’ She sighs a lustful, pouty sigh. ‘Not only is my snug cunt sliding you in and out, but my spell keeps tenderizing your body like a piece of meat. I think an ordinary man would have given... nnn... in long, long ago. But you’re no ordinary man, Sir. You’re MY man.’ Zutiria reminds me as she leans down over my torso and places her hands on my biceps for a better grip.

Using her increased stability, she begins grinding my rod up against her deepest, hot, fleshy walls of pink and squeezing her labial lips around the base of my cock. She kisses me repeatedly, and I feel it coming once more. I open my mouth to warn her, but instead, I find my lips shortly pressed to my lover’s and am met with my tongue dancing against her own.

This kiss hurtles me over the edge of reason, and I groan straight into her mouth. ‘Don’t hold back. You never have to hold back with me. I’m your woman, Sir. I live to serve your needs. Cum.’

I cum on command straight inside Zutiria, flooding her perfect pussy in a wave of my excited cock-juice. This pleasure is so intense, so deep through my heart and soul, that it overwhelms me, and all I can feel is pink spreading throughout my everything. Pink is perfect. Pink is beautiful. It squeezes, and it sucks, and it kisses, and it fucks until it can’t fuck any longer.

During my constant, frenzied orgasmic thrusting, Zutiria is overtaken by the pink as well, and she climaxes vigorously into our kiss. Her many hands don’t stop despite the explosive whirlwind of my orgasm, and instead, their massage only rockets my manhood to further, more violent heights of humping until this particular load is spent.

Zutiria looks into my eyes, and I stare up into her magical heart-shaped pupils in response, unable to say a word. ‘Have you made up your mind, Sir...?’ She asks with a lusty, half-lidded gaze, sweat making her hair sticky and clinging to her forehead.

“A... abou... wha...” 

‘On whether infinite stamina is a blessing or a curse.’ Her wicked lips grin as she impales her pussy down my cock so hard it slaps the skin of my thighs.

“A-AHH! I... I-”

‘Don’t know yet?’ She tilts her head, then begins fucking me in earnest, all while her many hands continue their assault. ‘That’s ok. We have all day to find out.’ Her pace picks up again, and before I can even help myself, I lose control and climax inside of her tight pussy again and again.

The look in her eyes tells me there’s no escape.

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