The Foundation Mage [LGBTQ+ Kinky Progression Fantasy]

Vicktor undid the belt around his waist as two pairs of expectant eyes stared at the bulge plainly evident.

As the belt retracted, the robe loosened and fell away to reveal deep blue linen underwear, a drawstring loosely draped to one side, contrasting the tightness of his draws.

He rested his hands on hips, presenting to the audience. "You know I'm really proud of these, they have drawstrings for my hips and a button to hold up the flap. The linen is a wonderful fabric. I hate cotton it's too itc–"

"Take them off, we'll talk about your fashion choices sometime later"

"Ah."

He undid the drawstring, snuck a hand in the waist and let the linen undercloth fall to the cold tile. His hand is still covering himself to the best of his abilities.

"Let's get that stupid robe off him, you get the left."

The two naked people stalked towards him, hands raised. They grabbed the edge of the robe and pulled it back and down off his shoulders. Vicktor relented, allowing himself to be revealed to the cool air.

"We really should turn the water on, it's a little cold"

He felt a warm fur hand on his aching cock and he throbbed.

"Doesn't seem to bother you or this monster that much," Nora said from behind him. Beginning to stroke him slowly, spending extra time to rub the tip and just above his balls. Each long, slow moment made his feet arch.

"Nine inches and–" she wrapped her fingers around him. "Seven inches around. You sure you can't modify your own body? This is barely natural for a human, even horsekin don't get that much bigger than this..."

"I don't consider my flesh to be a foundation, but it's feasible someone with a similar fundamental principle could."

He spread his thighs, allowing for easier access.

A set of hands rested themselves gently on his thighs. Turning to look, Alar knelt before him. His cute beak is at the same level as his cock.

The avian trilled then continued to gently knead, his beak open slightly. The soft feathers felt just as good fur.

Utterly enwrapped in the scene, they continued like this for several moments.

He was getting too much attention and he wasn't giving any at all.

He worked his left hand down and rested his hand on Nora's firm ass. He squeezed, amazed by how little her muscle moved, she was incredibly strong. She leaned into him, he melted against her heat. He might need to do this more often, sex or no. Her tail grazed against his hand.

His right hand moved to rest on Alar's head in-between his feathered horns. He gently caressed the man's head as he worked. Then slowly lowered his hand, feeling his soft cheek until he reached the chin. He scratched gently which released an adorable coo.

The air grew heavy. Everyone savored the moment as something in the world shifted, barely perceivable. Their souls took a single step closer together. It almost went unnoticed, he wasn't even sure if the other two felt it.

He lowered his hand from Nora's ass. Probing, he found her folds and dipped a finger inside. Her breath hitched as he felt her warm heat. He continued, caressing deeper into her. As he placed a second finger adjacent to her entrance, she growled.

"MORE"

He obliged, shifting his shoulder around from her back to her front. As he passed it, he groped her ass one last time.

He split her folds and slid the same two fingers in her, she bucked her hips as he moved deeper and deeper. He made a 'come hither motion', that a student had told him entirely out of the blue several years back. "Come hither and the cum will hit her" the moronic tween had told him during a mandatory study period. It didn't seem too out of the range of possibility.

She reacted notably, her cunt pulsed with abandon, rolling waves of tightness assaulted his hand. He didn't cease and neither did she. She ground her hips into his fluttering fingers, gasping and grunting all the while. She increased the pressure on his shaft, pumping her hand, the skin of her palm rubbing him over.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, she came violently, thrusting her body at his hand, trying to bury more of his fingers inside. A simple cry of pleasure punctuated by more moans. Her body needed to continue.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Keep going I need another"

He changed tactics, trying to pull out his fingers to--

"No you idiot, when a woman tells you to keep going, you don't stop doing what you are doing, don't even try to go harder or faster. Same rhythm, same intensity"

He nodded, inhaling and shuddering as she continued to play with his twitching length.

He did as she said, the same motions, the same speed, the same intensity. She came again, moments apart from the first one, then again, then again, then again. Finally she collapsed onto her knees, her hand still holding his cock, but not moving it. An intoxicating smell filling the small room.

"Satisfied?" he smiled warmly.

"I cum easily, and can basically go forever. Mmmmmm I wonder how long you'd last with me?"

"Not a clue, wanna find out sometime?"

"Obviously"

"My turn!" Alar coo'd, stood and spread his legs. Vicktor chuckled and used the hand he'd been petting the avian with to rest at the man's groan. The placement was odd, but he eventually found it and rubbed the exterior, working his way into the whimpering man.

There was less to spread apart as he shoved himself deeper. The whimpers turned into garbled chirps and strangled trills.

Vicktor wasn't sure what came over him "Enjoying yourself? Good boy!"

"No honorifics just yet" The man stammered as his hips shook. "Just keep doing that to me, I can take it deeper."

He continued to sink into him, driving deeper into the man's tight hole. He continued, enjoying the pulsing moans of the lusty bird. He focused on Alar for many moments, until he felt Nora resume her twisting grip on his cock. He felt like he was getting more engorged, straining against the tightness of her hand.

Turning towards the woman revealed her continuing to play with herself, occasionally pausing to lube up his cock from her own cum. Her mouth was slightly open and she was breathing deeply, her small breasts heaving.

"Your mouth looks so fucking inviting, do you think I could–"

"No, changing the rules of a scene during the scene. You'll have to wait til next time or get a taste of someone's fingers. It's the same thing I'm going to do with your cum. Either you jerk that huge beautiful cock into my mouth or I'll lick it off the floor or my hand. Doesn't bother me too much."

She continued to kneel, hands gliding over his shaft.

"Save some for me, please," the Avian whined as Vicktor continued to rub at the crook between his legs.

"You both are absolute deviants."

"You don't seem to be against it?" The catgirl feigned her eyes rolling back in her mouth, letting her tongue hang out of her mouth to one side.

"Yeah, I'm not against it, I can think of a few interests that aren't conventional."

"Oh any details or did the cat get your dick?" She said, resuming her sensual stroking.

"Later, later. Definitely will need to discuss it prior to doing the scene."

"You are learning quickly. You know–"

"FUUUUCKK," Alar came. He pulled Vicktor close, his wings wrapping in a feathery embrace. The rhythmic contractions around his hand were wonderful, the grinding convulsions continued for several moments. After the final spasm of ecstasy, he lowered himself to the ground, the tips of his feathers spread against the ceramic floor.

Alar mumbled incoherently, Vicktor glanced at his hand. It was coated in a thin white fluid, whiter than any cum that Vicktor had ever produced. He brought it up to his mouth and nose. It smelled distinctly of cum and something else, it wasn't unpleasant.

'Maybe later?'

He lowered his hand, focusing on the catkin hybrid.

She enveloped his fingers, licking each digit clean.

"Mmmm, definitively too good to waste."

It was her enthusiasm and raw lust that caused his cock to surge. He would finish soon and there was nothing he could do.

"Fuck, I'm coming"

The dazed avian spun into action and settled adjacent to Nora, his mouth wide and eager.

The sight of two people in a position of subservience aroused him, he would have to explore that later.

He came. The first pulse shot against the avian's beak. The downward angle of the beak caused most of it to splash against the beak instead of landing inside. As it landed, the man quivered, his eyes widening.

The second spurt arced directly into Nora's awaiting maw. Her eyes widened as hit her tongue, a note of surprise.

The subsequent shots were quite weak and pulsated onto the floor between his feet.

Nora swallowed quickly, smiled, then lowered her head to clean the floor. He really needed soulsearch about how much pleasure he felt at her subservient acts.

Nora raised her head and showed a clean tongue, he wondered how those small barbs might feel against his cock.

He felt that small reverberation again, but dismissed it as soon as it had come.

"Have you ever been told you taste heavenly?" Nora asked, genuinely confused?

"Yeah," Alar followed up. "You taste too good, it's almost like you–"

DINGDING

The warning belltower struck, they didn't have long before their lessons would continue.

"Shit, Shit" Nora said, "Turn that shower on, warm not hot, I don't want this sticking to my fur"

Alar was already on it, turning a dial on the wall.

Hopefully they will make it on time...