Play One: Countess and Wizard
In which our elf and Charlotte the Human take on the guise of a wizard and a countess for a little bit of sexual fun on stage.
Kinks for this chapter include: breeding, bodice ripping, cuckolding, cuckquean, and cheating.
Ailuin once more sat at his desk, his quill scribbled something, anything across the paper. It was some nonsense, a bit of useless dialogue that he then quickly slashed out with his quill.
“If any gods are watching over this production, they hate me,” he said, exasperated.
“Don’t say that,” said Glasha who was thumbing through one of the books that inspired the mess that they found themselves in.
“My dear, light of my life, my soul’s very fiery essence,” said Ailuin. “How can I not think this when I’m bearing down the demon that is writer’s block over something that should be relatively easy to write?”
“Is uncharted territory easy to cross and map out?” asked Glasha.
“I imagine not, no,” said Ailuin. “But still. It should be minimal dialogue and stage direction. Then a fifteen-minute love scene.”
“ Fifteen?” asked Glasha through gritted teeth. “No, that simply will not do.”
“What? You want it to be shorter?” asked Ailuin in his most hopeful of tones.
“No, no,” said Glasha. “Longer. I want to get as much out of the scene as possible.”
Ailuin stared down at his notes and sighed, “I don’t even know where to begin with any of this. I’ve never really been one to detail erotic fantasies before.”
“That’s quite the issue,” said Glasha.
Her eyes darted down to her book, and she closed it with a smirk playing across her face.
“What about this?” she offered it to him.
“I can’t use that,” said Ailuin. “I’m sure that Suzette woman is some kind of powerful mage, and she’ll be furious if I infringe upon her literature. She might cut my head off and bury me somewhere like a vampire.”
Glasha stood and cut over to where her husband sat and pressed a kiss to the top of his head whilst pulling him into a tight hug that threatened to pulp him.
“Knife ears, you’re catastrophizing,” she said.
“A bit,” admitted Ailuin. “I just want everything to be good.”
“I know you do,” said Glasha, stroking his long black hair. “The audience is just going to adore you. Just as I do.”
Ailuin smiled at that, “Your words are like honey. I find myself craving more as each syllable falls free from your lips.”
“Flatterer,” said Glasha.
There was a knocking at the door, and Ailuin suddenly wished that he had studied to become a wizard so he could kill whoever was at his door with magical lightning. He wished this even more as Glasha released him from her hug and set out to answer it. Upon answering, they were both met by Charlotte.
“Hey guys,” she said, a soft smile on her face.
Ailuin grimaced, but Glasha let her in, and she took a seat in front of one of the dressing room mirrors. She spun a bit in the chair, and the creaking sound of metal on metal made Ailuin wince.
“So, I’ve been thinking since the meeting about the first of these erotic plays,” said Charlotte. “And I think…I would like to be the leading lady in the production. Plus…I’ve been doing some reading, and I might have some elements that could be spicy.”
“That’s all fine and dandy,” said Ailuin. “But we’re set. We’ve got all the writing done and we’ll share it with you and the others soon.”
Charlotte locked eyes with Ailuin, and she could immediately sense that he was lying, but she said nothing about it.
“Have you considered how fuckable wizards are?” asked Charlotte.
“I mean….on occasion,” admitted Glasha.
Ailuin looked to his wife, hoping to find some purchase in this maelstrom, but instead he found nothing. In this moment, she would not be an ally. She would be an active antagonist, spurring on this human and her wild ideas. He was outnumbered, and nobody even had to declare it.
“So, you get it. I was reading this old tome that I bought in Bexley Oldplace,” said Charlotte. “It’s about the sexual practices of court wizards with ladies of the court. I’m talking about as high up as queens and princesses getting hot and heavy with mages.”
Ailuin thought for a long time and came to the conclusion that he didn’t care for the direction things were taking.
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The crowd gathered in the field of fold-out chairs was magnificent. Practically all the randy adults of the Salt-Ridge township had shown up in attendance. Those who weren’t were members of the local clergy who had formed an angry mob on the outskirts, armed with signs that called for the heads of the actors.
Ailuin saw all this, and he couldn’t readily recall the last time one of their performances had been so packed. In his dressing room, he drained a glass of red wine and chased it with a purple potion of endurance. Glasha was nowhere to be seen. He’d memorized his lines, he was dressed in star and moon-spangled robes the color of the midnight sky, and everyone else was waiting for him. He scratched at his face, loathing the fake beard that he’d attached to himself.
He stepped out of the caravan and marched towards the back of the stage, where everything had been set up. The set was illuminated with enough candles to present an actual fire hazard should one of them be knocked over, and he had to politely pass by them with the skirt of his robes hiked up.
Glasha stood in the darkness, watching her husband darting around the candles towards his place on the stage.
Charlotte was ready, of course. She stood tall in a set of platformed boots to give herself a more commanding figure. A figure that was further accentuated by a replica of a royal gown. The real thing would have been made of double-bonded silk cady and jewels mined from different parts of the globe. Charlotte’s gown was made out of cotton and covered in glass jewels that looked really good from a distance and under the meager lighting of the stage. The final thing that separated it from the clothing of real royals and courtiers was the fact that the skirt only came down half and inch below her ass.
She looks gorgeous , which was the first thought that occurred to Ailuin. He mentally kicked himself for thinking it, though. His mind circled back around to Glasha, and he looked around and spotted her holding one of the candles. She was standing off to the side, and he could see a smile playing across her face.
“You’re not going to get cold feet, are you?” asked Charlotte when she stepped in front of him, breaking his line of sight with his wife.
In the platform shoes, she was slightly taller than him. But still shorter than his wife. In the past, when he was studying writing and languages at the the university in Ghostdenn, he fancied a human girl who lived in the rooms across from his. Like Charlotte, she had sun-kissed skin and eyes that shone like bits of amber. The two could have been sisters, and he’d asked Charlotte that when she joined the players' company. She quickly accused him of being a racist for thinking all humans looked alike.
“No, I’m ready, I can do this,” said Ailuin, lying through his teeth.
“Curtains up in five!” called out one of the stagehands.
One of the many comedians they had lying around walked onto the stage to get the crowd warmed up. She wove an intricate story about a sexual encounter she’d had with a witch once. Complete lie, of course, she was a comedian, and witches have standards with that sort of thing. They’d have sex with a ghost or some sort of horrible hobgoblin or even one of the many haints that haunt the woods. The crowd seemed to like it, though. Charlotte and Ailuin could hear it from behind the thick curtains as the tight five quickly wound down to a four, three, two, and a one.
Curtains were up, and everyone switched into character. Ailuin, as the Wizard stood over a caster’s table carved out of cheap wood and stained to look like the real thing. He pretended to fiddle with potion components as Charlotte, as the Countess, looked on, her face a mask of anxiety.
“You’ve been at it for days,” said Charlotte. “Are you sure there’s nothing in among your wares that will solve my husband’s issue? He expects us to sire an heir soon, and I can’t help but think that it’s in vain.”
Ailuin turned away from his faux-caster’s table. He narrowed his eyes and tried to look as tired and overworked as he could manage. The actual effect was him looking mildly terrified, and the whole audience could feel the fear radiating off of him like heat from coals.
“I fear,” said Ailuin, his voice artificially deep. “That you may be right, Countess. I’ve tinkered with untold potions and done things that no man should do in the name of making sure you and the Count sire an heir…But…there is one thing that could be done and I’m loath to do it.”
Ailuin cut a path past the candles and approached Charlotte, placing a hand on her waist before roughly pulling up her skirt, revealing that she wore nothing beneath. Charlotte gasped and looked down, noticing the erection that pressed through the cheap fabric of Ailuin’s robes. He held himself closer to her, pressing his clothed, but fully engorged member against her thigh. She made a loud gasp and started blushing. Ailuin wasn’t sure the last reaction was able to be faked, but he found himself quite liking it.
“But…Ciras… You’re our court’s wizard, you’re sworn to celibacy,” she said before moving her own hand south to grab at the cloth hidden cock.
“I am,” said Ailuin, shuddering a bit as he felt her grip on him. “But…I’m willing to do anything for you and the Count.”
Ailuin cocked his head to the side and moved lower on Charlotte’s body, moving to her neck and attacking along it’s length with a barrage of kisses and bites. The effect was well observed by the crowd. A smattering of cheers erupted from them that briefly hid the actress’s moans.
She began to slowly stroke him through his robes, and he moved his hands up, ripping open the bodice of her cheap replica gown and allowing her breasts to spill out. They repositioned themselves so she could bare her breasts for the assembled crowd to see. He got behind the human and began to massage her tits while grinding against her like a horny beast. He was thankful for the potion in that moment, because he was pretty sure without it, he might have cum in his clothes and ruined the whole show. The sex was the only part of the play they didn’t practice beforehand. Glasha felt it was important to build up to things so that everything felt organic in the moment. She was right.
Charlotte began removing the rest of the ruined dress until she stood on the stage naked. The redness that had begun in her cheeks had spread down her bite-riddled neck and to her chest. The people of Salt-Ridge hooted and hollered.
Again, the pair repositioned, and Charlotte was bent over the caster’s table as Ailuin disrobed, revealing to everyone the full length of his throbbing, elven manhood. It was roughly the length of a grapefruit and thick like an ear of corn. He rested the length on Charlotte’s ass and she looked back at him with an expression of desperation. It was as if she were silently begging him to do it. But he froze. Was he really going to do it? Was he about to throw the vows he made to Glasha away? She looked off into the darker areas of the stage, and he could see his wife sitting in the dark, watching. He saw her nod. He could do it, but not quite yet.
Ailuin parted Charlotte’s labia with two fingers before gradually pumping them inside her. She whined and ground against his hand. His cock throbbed and everyone could see it. After a minute of this, his fingers emerged and he circled her clit with the arousal slicked digits.
“Ai…Ciras…” whimpered Charlotte. “I can’t take it anymore…I want to feel you inside me…I want you to fucking breed me.”
He hadn’t written all of that in the script. Though, most of the sex scene was just him writing “they fuck” in various caligraphic styles with whatever dialogue he felt was appropriate for the characters. He liked the breeding thing, that was a nice touch.
“Can you handle it? Do you think your delicate human body can handle elven cock?” he declared loudly.
“Yes, just fucking give it to me!” she shouted back at him.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He plunged the length of his cock into her with one rough thrust. He felt her body shudder beneath him and he was immediately reminded of his wife who was watching him actively fuck another woman. He reached forward and grabbed hold of her hair to stabilize himself as he began to buck his hips hard and fast.
A wicked smile spread across Charlotte’s face as she took him in. His free hand still played with her clit in time with the rapid thrusts.
“Fuck,” said Charlotte. “That’s it…That’s it!”
Charlotte tried to scream louder, but she found that her throat was raw from the action alone. The crowd watched in silence, though. Just eager to take in the spectacle of it all. Ailuin looked away from Charlotte and out into the crowd. He could see that it had a profound impact on them. A few of the people were actively masturbating to the sight before them. He felt his cock throb inside her. Was he into being watched? Is this how he discovered that he was some kind of manic reverse voyeur? Maybe he and Glasha were bound to be together. Two deviants. One who likes watching and one who likes to be watched.
It took a minute for him to realize that Charlotte had cum on his cock, he’d been too wrapped up in his own thoughts that he was just pounding hard and aggressively while thinking about his wife and the majestic audience that had been attracted by their play. He’d have to have someone go out and chase away the religious fanatics.
Ailuin pulled himself free of her and a thick rope of cum shot out of him and onto his co-star’s back. She slammed her fist against the caster’s table with mock frustration.
“No, you idiot! You were supposed to breed me!”
It took him a minute to recover, and he smiled, trying to placate her. “There’s always next time, Countess.”
The curtains closed, and the audience began to clap and scream for more. Charlotte began wiping semen off of herself with a towel and looked like she was making to ask him something, but Ailuin ignored her as he pursued the shape of his wife through the dark of the stage and towards the caravan. He watched as her silhouette disappeared inside and he followed, lighting a match and a candle to see her.
Glasha was smiling in the mirror. It was the same smile he could recall from their wedding night. He slowly approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“I hope you didn’t catch feelings,” said Glasha, placing her larger hand on his.
“You were on my mind the entire time,” said Ailuin.
“Yes, that’s part of the problem. I could see you getting lost in your thoughts,” said Glasha.
The orc woman stood stooped and pulled her husband into a kiss. It was long and deep, and immediately, Ailuin could feel himself getting turned on again. He attempted to reposition one of her hands on his manhood, but she was stronger and didn’t budge. She instead laughed.
“We’ve both already cum…I brought myself to completion watching you use her…twice even,” Glasha whispered into his ear before giving it a firm bite that left a deep, purple mark.
Ailuin whimpered, disappointed, but unwilling to press on further. Glasha had set the boundary, and he would not cross it if she did not wish him to.
“It was nice,” said Ailuin. “I could feel her writhing beneath me.”
“Did she smell like sweat?” asked Glasha.
“Lily oil,” said Ailuin with a shake of the head.
“Damn, I was hoping for something dirtier…But I guess lily oil is nice too,” commented Glasha.
A thought occurred to Ailuin. “Are you attracted to her too?”
“Hardly,” laughed Glasha.
“Glasha…I’m serious,” said Ailuin. “You can tell me. Anything you say I shall keep secret in my heart until my dying day.”
His dying day. That was a century or so away if he was correct. By that point…Glasha would be long gone. He felt himself tremble at the very thought of that, and she could see it. Her smile faded, and she pulled him into another kiss, hoping it might distract him from these thoughts. But it didn’t.
When they parted, she said, “Maybe I am attracted to her…sure. But I don’t want to sleep with her…I’d only want to watch you sleep with her. If you ever want to have sex with her again, do it in our bed while I give orders.”
“You’re very demanding for someone with a voyeur’s eyes,” said Ailuin, the thoughts of the future temporarily abated.
Though there’s only so far one can bury such thoughts.
