TK: Repost Jane The Mage 2 MM/f
CDeVillon
some vengeful nymphs. The young mage had been given new clothing by them -
along with the gift of a feather. What Jane didn't know was that these gifts
came with a price.
The clothing kept her in a state of sexual arousal that nearly drove the young
mage mad. Still, she couldn't take the clothing off because it would leave her
skin vulnerable to the sun. At least the pounding in her clit could be eased by
an occasional stop and masturbating with the feather. A sunburn would be much
worst.
As Jane went on her way, looking for new ways to use her magik, she heard a
rustling in the bushes and the sounds of voices. Voices she had heard before.
Now this made Jane think - the last time she had spurned these two she ended up
getting trapped and tickled silly by a bunch of lustful nymphs. She could
prevent pregnancy by drinking a special tea. Perhaps it would just be better to
let them have their way. Besides, a feather could only ease a girl so much.
Sometimes what was really called for dangled between a man's legs.
"Alright, boys, come on out. I won't fight this time." Jane said. Already she
was shedding her clothing. Much to her surprise, Jane was looking forward to
this. A smile crossed her lips as the two stepped out.
The fawn was the better looking out of the two. A strong human chest and arms,
long fur, and two deer-like legs. A human-looking penis covered in fine deer
fur. His ears were a little swept upwards.
The satyr though.... while just as big and powerful as the fawn, he had a
rougher look. Thick goat-like fur covering his chest. Horns curling from his
head. Goat-like legs and a huge penis covered in rough goat fur.
"Hold her down, my brother, I shall go first." The satyr grinned wickedly, he
eyes raking Jane's now naked form up and down.
Being one to keep her promises, Jane agreeably laid down. The fawn trotted over
and moved like he was going to hold her arms down -
Instead vines snapped out and twinned about Jane's wrists. She found herself
lifted in the air. A vine wrapped around her waist. Two more each took and
ankle. Even several small ones separated her toes. The magik of the satyr and
fawn made it so Jane didn't feel a lot of pressure on her wrists.
"We heard what our sisters did to you and were sad we didn't get in on the
fun," the fawn said with an evil smile. "So we thought we'd make up for that."
Forest magik was the specialty of these creatures. From no where a bunch of
birds appeared. They each plucked one of their longest, stiffest feathers from
their bodies and left them in a pile. The satyr and fawn each grabbed a bunch,
sticking one between each finger until they both had feathery fists. The fawn
took one smooth, hairless armpit, the satyr the other. Jane already was
begging. That force before that took away her powers was at work again.
Begging didn't help. They began their assault. Only they started out gently,
lightly stroking from the smooth armpits down to the hip. Down and up, down and
up. Jane began to squirm and giggle. Each time she started to beg they would
get a little faster. Then the satyr stood behind her, doing both armpit, while
the fawn ticked her smooth belly. Swirling the feathers in her belly button.
His tongue flickered over her rock-hard nipples. A feather stroked the
underside of her breasts. Jane was a mass of giggles. Trying to get away from
the feathers and the tongue. But it didn't help.
Now the fawn had gotten some new feathers and sat at Jane's feet. Drawing the
feathers between her toes, along her soles. The satyr had abandoned the
feathers in favor of his fingers. They tickled up and down her ribs. Stroking
her belly as she laughed and pleaded for mercy. It was unbearable. Those
feathers on her feet. Those fingers on her body. And her clit, pounding so
mercilessly.
As the satyr took the fawn's place at her feet - the fawn lazily stroked a
feather from behind up and down Jane's thighs. He tongue stroked the underside
of her butt. Jane began to beg them to stop and please give her release.
Instead - the fawn flicked the feather against her clit. Just once, briefly.
Jane shuddered and moaned.
"Brother," said the fawn, "I think she's ready for stage two."
Grinning, the satyr kneeled. His breath was hot against Jane's wet pussy. The
fawn laid on his belly and continued to tickle Jane's feet as the satyr's
tongue began an assault on her clit. His hands reached up and tickled her sides
and belly. Jane couldn't stop laughing or moaning. Tears streaked her face as
the fingers continued to tickle and tickle. The fawn even began to chant,
"Coochy coochy coo! Aww - does that tickle little mage? Well - let's do it some
more!" And with that he moved around so while one hand tickled, he could suck
on her toes and lick her trapped soles.
Jane began to cum, her body jerking and wave after wave of dizzying pleasure
hit her. She screamed out in pleasure and laughter all that the same time.
"Time to switch!" The fawn cried out. He then took his place at Jane's dripping
wet pussy as the satyr began to lick and tickle Jane's feet from her pudgy toes
to her soft pink soles. The fawn cleaned up the juices with his tongue first.
Then used a feather to torment Jane's clit and the opening to her vagina until
she was ready again. Then his mouth took the feather's place.
The wet tongue on her soles was unbearable. And the fingers that lightly drew
lazy circles on the other foot's sole. Then the switch....
"Plehahahahahaase!" Jane cried out as she felt another orgasm built up. The
fawn's fingers continued the dance on her ribs and belly. He stopped licking
her clit long enough to blow on her belly until she couldn't even laugh for
lack of breath. Then he licked her thumping clit again and again until she
cried out again.
This went of for God knew how long. They would stop for awhile, letting Jane
catch her breath so she wouldn't pass out. Then they tickled her again. Over
and over. Until the entire pile of feathers was used up. Now they let her down
and while the fawn held her arms down, the satyr tickled her arm pits while he
pumped inside her. It was wonderful and awful at the same time. For his rough
goat hair tickled her thighs, chest, and the inside of her vagina all at once.
They came together and the satyr took his brother's place. The fawn was just as
bad. After the rough goat hair the soft deer fur was incredibly ticklish.
Jane's orgasm came twice as fast this time - it took three of them before the
fawn finally came.
Then each magical creature gave Jane sweet kisses to thank her. A brief tickle.
And finally a gift they said not to open until they were gone.
When Jane opened the gift she gasped - it was a magical sexual device - a dildo
permanently covered in small feathers and soft deer fur....
~Jami JoAnne Russell - Always remember to pillage *BEFORE* you burn.~
"This little piggie went to market - teehee! - this little piggie stayed home -
giggle!...."