Fimbulwinter (Daniel Black) (13 page)

Avilla so many times, when you know you didn’t have to. I’ll never forget.”

She rose onto her tiptoes to kiss me, and the world went away. When our

lips touched I could somehow feel her emotions as clearly as my own. Awe,

gratitude, lust, anticipation, curiosity, mischief - the combination made my

head spin. Our tongues dueled for a brief eternity, until a new sensation finally

penetrated my addled brain.

I broke the kiss and looked down, to find that my pants were around my

ankles and Avilla was kneeling before me. Her soft hand stroked my length,

and she looked up at me eagerly.

“Thank you for answering Lady Hecate’s call, Daniel,” she purred.

“Thank you for protecting my brave Cerise, when even her fierceness wasn’t

enough. Thank you for saving me even when your bargain didn’t demand it.

Thank you.”

Then she ran her tongue up the underside of my organ, and her eyes lit up.

“Oh, it’s so tasty! Yum!”

She swallowed two-thirds of my length before I could blink. I groaned,

and Cerise giggled as she eased me down onto the blankets.

“Damn, honeydew, I thought you wanted to start slow?”

Avilla reluctantly released me. “I changed my mind. Oh, Cerise, this is

what that stupid craving I could never satisfy was about. This taste! This is

what I’ve been needing.”

She swallowed me again, and I swear her tongue was trying to touch

every part of me at the same time. But enthusiastic or not she obviously had no

idea what she was doing.

Cerise slithered down to lie beside her in my lap. “Figures. Here, let me

show you how to do that.”

I opened my mouth as Avilla made room for her friend, and then shut it

again. Part of me wanted to make some lame protest about how they didn’t

have to do this, and I was just trying to do the right thing by taking care of them.

But what kind of moron would try to discourage a pair of sexy vixens who

were in the middle of giving him a team blowjob?

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“See, you want to bob your head some, like this.”

Cerise demonstrated the basic technique with more skill than Amanda had

ever bothered to learn, and I found myself groaning again. They went back and

forth for a few minutes, with Cerise offering pointers and Avilla diligently

applying everything she was being taught.

Then Avilla got the hang of it, and Cerise decided to slip a little further

down and give my aching balls some attention. I didn’t last long after that.

Most women pull away at that point, but Avilla was positively eager to

taste the fruits of her labor. She moaned and cooed like she was the one having

an orgasm, and for all I knew maybe she was. Her eager attention certainly

prolonged my own climax, but such things can’t last forever. Finally I

collapsed back onto the blankets with a satisfied sigh, and her lips reluctantly

released me.

“That was wonderful!” She enthused. “I love the way you taste. Can we

do it again?”

Cerise laughed, and mussed her hair. “Guys can’t just go all night, silly.

Give him a few minutes to recover, and then we’ll see about introducing you to

sex with a man.”

“If it’s better than that, I think I’m going to die,” Avilla declared

breathlessly.

“Well, someone is easy to please,” I commented.

Avilla bit her lip, and gave me a sheepish look. “Maybe.”

“Totally,” Cerise corrected. “I swear, sometimes you can get off from a

sultry look. So what do you think, Daniel? Can you get it up again for the boob

goddess?”

She cupped her girlfriend’s breasts as she spoke. Avilla’s eyelids

fluttered, and her fat brown nipples instantly popped back to attention. I sat up,

and gave each of them a long, thorough taste-test. Apparently they were pretty

sensitive, because by the time I was done Avilla was panting and squirming in

Cerise’s arms.

“Definitely not a problem. But what about you? We can’t have our sexy

stabby girl getting jealous here.”

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She grinned at me. “I sacrificed my jealousy for arcane power when I was

twelve, Daniel. I just want my girl’s first time with a man to be a good one.”

“Sacrificed… Cerise, you’re completely nuts, you know that?”

“But I’m a fun kind of nuts,” she said smugly. She leaned back against the

wall behind her, pulling Avilla with her. Her dainty hands gave the buxom

girl’s breasts a firm squeeze, and then wandered up to roll her nipples.

“Oh! Oh, please!” Avilla pleaded, her eyes screwed shut.

“Soon,” Cerise assured her. “We popped honeydew’s cherry years ago,

so you can dive right in whenever you’re ready, Daniel. I’ll just keep on like

this until them. If I do her nipples right all she can do is lie there and make

these cute little noises, but it isn’t quite enough to get her over the top.”

Yeah, with a scene like that I was ready to go again already.

This time I managed to last a bit longer, but it wasn’t easy. Avilla had a

hair trigger alright, and when the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen is

having earthshaking multiple orgasms underneath you it’s hard not to follow

suite. I varied my pace, recited times tables in my head, pictured naked fat

guys, anything I could think of to put off the inevitable. But even so I doubt I

lasted ten minutes.

Afterwards Avilla and I curled up together in a panting heap. I was just

coming back to Earth enough to notice that Avilla smelled more like honey and

spices than a sweaty human when Cerise made a discovery of her own.

“Hey, up again already? I’m impressed, Daniel. I didn’t think I was going

to get a turn.”

Huh. I rarely went more than once, and never three times in a row. But she

was right, I felt ready for another round. I’d already gotten my breath back too,

and the fatigue was fading away.

Wait. I was still wearing my new amulet. Did it think being spent was an

injury it needed to fix? Well, that was an interesting discovery. Obviously I

needed to put the theory to the test, and conduct a detailed investigation. For

science.

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Chapter 6

I woke to find myself sandwiched between two sleeping witches. Avilla

was cuddled against my right side, her head on my shoulder and one arm

draped over my chest. Cerise was curled up in a ball to my left, her face

buried against my side, with my arm around her.

I blinked at them stupidly for a few moments, before memories of the

previous night’s activities caught up with me. Two girls. Two beautiful, eager,

playful and rather kinky girls. Who were witches, and seriously involved with

each other.

Part of me wanted to thank Hecate for bringing me here, but another part

was already worried about just how badly this could go wrong. Less than a

week since I got burned by Amanda, and these two were more dangerous than

she could ever hope to be.

Of course, they also hadn’t made any demands of me. Maybe this was

intended as a one-time thing? Or they just wanted to experiment with a man?

Or maybe it was just a reaction to the stress and danger of the last few days?

I’d read that was supposed to be pretty common.

I always overanalyze these things. Maybe I should just quit worrying and

go with it?

A faint odor of cooking meat wafted by, and Avilla twitched. A frown

crossed her face, and then her eyes flew open.

“Breakfast!” She exclaimed. “Oh my, I overslept!”

She sat up abruptly, and fumbled for her dress. A moment later she was

stumbling towards the door, mumbling something about cooking under her

breath as she smoothed down her skirt. She wrenched the heavy door open, and

marched off to the hot stone.

“Beri, what are you doing? The wolf flank isn’t going to sear properly

unless you put oil on it first. Gudrin, don’t let that batter sit so close to the heat

or the hotcakes will come out all rubbery. Oh, why are you two trying to cook

by yourselves anyway? Is Mother Savina up?”

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I heard a chuckle, and looked down to see Cerise directing an affectionate

gaze towards the door.

“Is she always like that?” I asked.

“Pretty much. I gave up trying to surprise her with breakfast in bed years

ago. She won’t even let me make her birthday cakes. She can’t stand it when

people who aren’t magically perfect at it try to cook.”

“Guess it’s a good thing I never wanted to be a chef,” I observed.

“Yeah, you’ve got other talents. Was that some kind of magic last night, or

are you just the god of fucking me into a coma?”

Her tone was light, but the way she hugged me was pretty possessive. I

couldn’t help but feel smug.

“I do have a bit more experience than you two,” I pointed out. “I’m thirty-

six, and you’re… what, maybe twenty?”

“Nineteen,” she told me.

I nodded. “Right. But honesty compels me to admit it was mostly magic. I

put a general-purpose healing enchantment on this amulet, and it turns out to be

kind of indiscriminate about what it considers an injury.”

She laughed. “Well, I’m not complaining. I haven’t been fucked like that

since the time I screwed up an incubus binding, and I really needed it. I had no

idea how wound up I was getting.”

“Screwed up an incubus binding?” I shook my head. “You must have a lot

of interesting stories, Cerise.”

“Yep. Keep making me feel like this and I might even share some.”

She shifted to rest her head on my shoulder, her lithe body pressed firmly

against my side, and sighed contentedly. I let my hand rest on her firm behind,

and tried not to smirk.

“Want to get in a little quickie before breakfast?”

She smiled. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m fucked out. Tonight,

maybe? If I can feel my legs by then?”

“Deal,” I chuckled.

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I listened to the sounds of cooking for a few minutes. It sounded like the

camp was starting to wake up, although it felt like it was still pretty early. Oh

yeah, peasants. They were probably used to rising with the sun.

Still, this might be a chance to get some answers. I reached out with my

force magic, and pushed the door closed.

“So, last night Avilla said something about cravings?” I began.

Cerise glanced at the door, and then nodded.

“Yeah, that’s probably the essence of Aphrodite talking. Avilla only has a

few drops of it in her, but having your soul made from even a tiny fraction of a

sex goddess’ slut-bomb aspect will have a big effect on you. Ever since our

first time together Avilla can’t stand to go more than a few days without going

down on me, and I guess she’s going to be the same with guys now that she’s

had a taste.”

She shook her head. “Granny Havsen was a real piece of work, let me tell

you. Spent half her life figuring out how to make an immortal body for herself,

and didn’t care how many of them she killed in the process. Avilla was her big

success, but she still has a lot of weird quirks we’ve had to figure out.”

“Sounds like a classic fairy tale evil witch,” I said. “I take it she didn’t

die of natural causes?”

“Nope. She was getting ready to put her big plan into effect, and that was

going to end with her pulling a body switch on Avilla. So I locked the crazy

bitch in her own oven and roasted her.” Cerise paused, and gave me a nasty

grin. “She screamed for a long time, but I just piled more wood on the fire. No

one hurts my girl and gets away with it.”

I imagined the scene, and suppressed a shudder. “She had an oven big

enough to hold a person?”

Cerise nodded. “She used to catch travelers and bake out their essences

for her spellwork.”

“Nasty. Do you two do anything like that?”

She hesitated.

“I kill things for power,” she admitted. “But only monsters. I could do it

to people too, but to be honest I’ve always been afraid I’d turn into a monster

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myself if I went down that road.”

“Hmm. How about Avilla?”

Cerise raised an eyebrow. “Can you really see that?”

“I’ve seen the way she holds that meat cleaver,” I pointed out. “I think

she’s perfectly capable of killing someone if she thinks it needs to be done.”

“Oh. Guess we didn’t fool you as much as I though, huh? But no, she

doesn’t do that. Doesn’t want to be like her granny.”

“Fair enough. So, does she have any other special needs I should know

about?”

“Mana,” Cerise answered. “We’ve been doing rituals every couple of

weeks to keep her power up, but if it gets too low she gets wicked horny and

starts draining it through sex just like a succubus. She needs some weird stuff

in her food, too. Sugar, honey, some particular spices. Obviously she takes

care of that part herself, but it could be a problem if this winter really lasts for

years. I don’t think she can survive on just meat like we can.”