Magi: Summoning a Way to Forget
There are ways to forget...but do they really help?
Eefrin was a frigid and lonely region. Settlements were sparse as were folk friendly to magi practicing forbidden magic. Normally, Olea didn't care. She traveled the land knowing that she was wanted for stealing and using forbidden magic. Practicing the spells wasn't the problem, but her family stealing that knowledge wasn't seen kindly by most. At the same time, she had made a good name for herself by solving the various monster problems around the fringe settlements of this region so the people did not bother her. The bitter cold was her home and she was adjusted well to it, along with the loneliness of the region. Sometimes, though, that loneliness penetrated so much deeper than the cold.
Companionship was hard to come by. Olea didn't need someone to talk to every day but now and then her body begged for more than the touch of the cold wind beneath her gray fur. In many ways, these urges were a good sign. Absorbing monsters into the soul was something taxing to most magi. It could mean a loss of sanity if she wasn't careful. Being a little horny only meant that she was normal, yet, her urges as of late had come along far too frequently. Unfortunately, she knew exactly why.
As Olea found herself a clearing in the woods to set up a camp her body shivered from remembering. Recalling flings with friends never struck her so deep. It was only one memory in particular that brought her such a strange mix of emotion. The memory of a lover's touch that she should not have indulged in. Perhaps, it was the fact that the sex had been far too passionate, too involved. It could have also been the fact that she still wore the heavy cloak he had given her to replace her clothes. Regardless, the memory shook her. She remembered; his tall form, his dark blue fur, and sharp eyes. She remembered his claws digging in ever so gently, his teeth pressing to her, and his knotted cock pushing and pressing inside of her with love in every thrust. Every single thing about him brought her a shuddering heat and threatened to wet her cheeks with a tear.
Olea shook her head of the memory, scoffing as she made her fire pit, one paw brushing at invisible tears. Damnable man. He had been a kind and quiet one. The healer of a village and a powerful magi in his own right. She had only planned on playing with him a little, only planned on satisfying her urges, but she had fallen for him. He had wanted her to stay, offered her a home, a home of all things! A place where she could stay and make a family should she desire. Such warmth radiated from that small town in the middle of nowhere, she would have loved to stay there with him and that was the worst part.
She had allowed herself to believe she really would have been able to stay. If even for a moment, she believed his honeyed words, she had fallen for his kindness and love. She should have shrugged off his cloak and left as soon as she had new clothes, but she couldn't. She had bided her time until rumors of people coming to investigate had been spread. Most of the other townsfolk had looked on her with suspicion, but she had stayed that night, with and for him.
With the fire crackling to life and the warmth touching her, she sat down. She leaned back on the snowy ground, drawing his warm cloak around her. She had worn it ever since leaving the village, and it had served her well. She hadn't expected it to be so warm, nor had she expected it to be so hardy, but it seemed that her previous lover had been handy with enchantments as well. With her ears drooping, she placed her chin against the inside of the cloak and sighed. What was she doing? Why was she sitting here in the cold whimpering like a lost child? Like a young girl aflutter with her first lover?
Even her friend had noted how much that memory would affect her to the point where her darling potion making friend had recommended that she run back to his town and into his arms. What a dreamer. Olea wasn't going to fool herself. Going back to his town would only cause trouble for herself and the man she had fallen for like a fool. Maybe she would have a moment with him again, but only a single moment when what she wanted was so much more would be torture.
Wonderful. Now, not only was she horny, but she was also sad. Lonely and out in the cold, what a wonderful combination. It would certainly make sleeping a problem as well. Placing her paws out to the fire she closed her eyes and thought of what to do. Masturbation was always and option, but at the moment she needed something more than that. Her body hungered for something more than her digits. Olea opened a single eye as she had an idea. Perhaps, perhaps she didn't have access to a lover, but perhaps she had a way of forgetting for just a little bit. Standing, she began to undress, leaving the cloak on at the very least. Once without her clothes underneath the cloak, she spread her arms revealing the runes etched upon them. If she could not fall to the embrace of a lover, then she could at least summon up a creature to pound her senseless so she would forget about that fool man. It was dangerous, but she controlled the monsters that she could summon, no one else.
With a misty breath, she brought her paws together to the air before her to begin drawing a sigil. That same sigil in the air burned on her back and opened a portal before her. The runes on her arms shimmered as she reached within and called forth the monster, stepping back with a hiss as the portal widened. When she was a few steps away, a howl sounded from the portal. Soon, a black furred wolf leaped from the portal with purple eyes that showed signs of her control. With a sigh, she stepped forward to reach towards the summoned creature. Her paw felt through the fur of his cheek, the wolf leaning down with his eyes shut as he accepted the touch of his mistress.
Olea missed the loving touch of that man who had offered her a home, that would not change, but at the very least she could satisfy her lust with this one. With both paws on the large wolf's cheeks, she leaned in to bring him down and plant her mouth against his. The summoned monster allowed her this, his eyes focused on her as he let out a rumble of pleasure. Olea shut her eyes as she flicked her tongue against his mouth and pulled away, "Darling monster of mine. I want you to ravage me. Satisfy your carnal hunger with me and bring me pleasure. Please."
Her words seemed to cause the large wolf to shiver, his eyes flashing for a moment. With a growl, the monster moved in closer, his thick tongue flicking against her neck. Olea purred as his fangs brushed beneath her fur as he nipped at her neck. Already she could feel heat replacing the winter cold, her paws moving to undo the clasp of her cloak and let it fall to the ground. When her cloak fell to the ground, the wolf snarled and pushed her onto her back. Olea's eyes grew wide as the wolf displayed such dominance. She couldn't complain, though, since she had ordered it to ravage her.
The wolf stepped over her, his sheath pushed into her face, the red tip of his member touching her nose. Olea purred, her eyes shut as her paw moved to grip at the wolf's sheath, her other paw moving to feel over the canine member growing from that fuzzy pouch. This was definitely the type of distraction she needed.
Eager to please and eager to soothe her own lust, Olea opened her mouth and planted her lips on the growing canine cock. She suckled and dragged her tongue in small circles on the tip of the wolf's cock. Olea purred as that thick member started to grow and twitch in her mouth. She allowed it to slide against her tongue, her eyes growing wide as the wolf thrust into her mouth with a sudden force. Already she could feel the tip at the back of her throat, her body shivering as the beast began to thrust into her mouth. Back and forth the monster pushed against her maw, growling as he did so. Both of Olea's paws moved to grip at the beast's balls, her tongue working around the canine cock as best as she could. Soon enough, the wolf's thrusting intensified the bulbous knot slapping against her lips with every push. Olea's eyes were half-lidded as she watched it happen, her tongue flicking around the hot cock in her mouth, one paw moving between her legs to rub at her pussy as she thought of that thick canine cock inside of her cunt rather than her mouth.
Already she could feel her head growing foggy from the rough treatment the wolf was giving her mouth. She shivered as she breathed through her nose, two digits pushing inside of her pussy to prepare herself for such a large member. Soon enough the canine cock inside of her mouth began to throb and twitch violently, thick drops of pre dripping onto her tongue. Olea shivered, her pussy squeezing on her fingers as she anticipated the orgasm of the wolf. The taste, the feeling of a cock inside of her mouth; it was enough to drive her wild even though it was only against her tongue.
Soon the wolf began to grind his knot against her lips as if he were tried to push it all inside. Of course, it wouldn't fit, but Olea opened as wide as she could to get what she could manage inside of her mouth. At this point, her eyes were shut tight, her mind growing foggier from the lack of air. She gagged and shivered, the wolf's cock too large for her maw, but still she kept it in her mouth and kept her tongue moving to pleasure that thick thing. She wanted it, wanted to be ravaged, wanted to forget all about her past love, forget about the urges that made it difficult to keep going, to sleep with ease. She needed this, no matter how rough it was.
The summoned wolf howled and brought his cock inside of her lips as hard as he could manage. Olea's purple eyes then opened wide as she felt her maw flood with the wolf's cum. Thick and warm seed splashed against her tongue, the wolf's twitching cock letting out rope after rope of the stuff with every single twitch of that thick member. Olea swallowed as best as she could, her body shivering as she let out a muffled moan from sucking down such a warm substance. She could feel the hot stuff traveling through her body and creating a pit of warmth in her stomach, both of her paws moving to feel over her pussy as she so desired for that cum to be inside of her cunt instead. At the same time, the wolf snarled and pushed to her mouth, growling as he rutted her mouth until he finished. It was almost as if he were trying to impregnate her throat with how much seed he was pumping into her gullet. When the wolf was finally finished with his orgasm, he pulled out of Olea's mouth slowly, his spittle covered cock twitching and still hard. Olea gasped and gulped in air when she finished swallowing what was in her mouth. Her eyes were half-lidded and hazy as she looked at the still hard cock before her. She needed that inside of her, needed it now, and so, she turned over onto her stomach shakily and raised her hips up high. She needed to be bred and mounted, needed to forget.
Soon the wolf brought himself over her body, his cock sliding between her legs. Olea shivered as she felt the first thrust miss her entrance. She jolted as his cock slid against her crotch, breathed out as she felt his cock sliding back slowly. Again he thrust, again he missed, his cock this time pushing up against her rear. Soon the summoned wolf monster was pounding against her trying desperately to mount her. Olea shivered, her eyes shut as she waited in anticipation for the penetration. At this point, Olea felt as if the wolf was teasing her on purpose.
Next to her head, the wolf panted, his tongue lolling out as he continued to thrust his mighty hips down to her. Olea brought her hips up, her tail curling, her body shaking. Finally, she felt the tip of that canine cock press inside of her. She gasped out then as the wolf thrust half of his cock inside of her. As she had ordered, the wolf gave her no mercy. His thrusts were furious, his howls sounding off into the woods as he pounded her pussy. Olea felt pleasure and pressure both mix inside of her from the constant rutting of the large wolf inside of her. She mewled and moaned, pushing her hips back to take more of that fat cock inside of her. She couldn't think of anything else but the cock inside of her, her mind lost in a haze of lust and pleasure.
Olea cried out, her claws digging through the snow as she tried her hardest to keep herself up. It was difficult to even stay up on her knees, the wolf behind her pounding furiously to her. She cried out and squeaked as she felt his knot already pushing against her pussy, kissing her cunt and stretching her. Olea thought that the wolf was going to press that bulbous piece inside of her, but instead, he backed his hips up to continue pounding into her. She gasped out with every push as that knot slapped against her pussy with every thrust. Just when she had thought she had found her strength, her paws slipped from the sudden force of the wolf's thrusting.
Olea's cheek touched the snow, her mouth open as she laid there being mounted by the canine beast. She could do nothing but lie there now as it pounded into her, her rear hiked up high in the air. It wasn't long before she felt the knot stretch her wide, her insides full of that thick cock, her pussy clenching tight to it. Olea mewled and moan aloud, her insides clenching tight and her body shuddering as she finally reached her climax. It was at that point that her insides were filled with thick cum pouring out from the twitching canine's member.
Shivering, pushing herself back up, she brought a paw up and swiped it at the air to call back the wolf to her soul. Sighing, she stood up and began to gather her clothes. Without the sound of the wolf grunting and growling near her, it was deathly quiet. Her urges had been taken care of but she felt...Empty. Once her clothes were on, she knelt to take up her cloak, her eyes half-lidded as she looked over it. Her heart had become accustomed to the love of another in such a short time. It didn't make any sense, but it had happened. Perhaps she should take Layne's advice and visit the man again, even if it were for just a moment, even if she could never see him again. With a sigh she drew her cloak around her body and sat down near the fire, eyes closed. At the very least she could sleep with her urges gone; if only, if only she could shake the cold gripping at her heart.