Chapitre 1: HARDCORE
*For the love of all that is good please remember that this is a work of fiction. Meaning that none of it is real. Except maybe in our heads. Think of it like gta san-andreas we're not cj but we do enjoy thinking we are and have fun doing so. Proceed at your own peril. Peace.*
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It is all vanity. It is all meaningless. And yet, it isn't. I have lived long enough to know that this life we live is meaningful to us. But I have also seen enough years to know the truth that lies beneath this veneer of meaning we give to our existence. The thickly bearded man thought to himself.
I saw HIS face and I will never be the same. "Hahahahaha!" laughter burst out of his lips, reverberating through the quiet room. His bloodshot, sea-grey eyes watered, tears slid down the sides of his mature face, caressing aged scars and thin wrinkles before finally disappearing into his ginger mane.
How did it take all these years to go by before he realized the simple truth—this was the only life he'd live, and he had wasted it on meaningless matters for far too long.
The knowledge of the world would never be exhausted, as much as one discovered, it made one realize that there was even more to discover. No one person, despite how long lived they be, could ever master all knowledge. That would require omnipotence. He had seen the face of Omnipotence and that was not a state he wanted to exist in.
It was sublime and uncharacteristic, lacking any sense of individuality, a terrifying and horrendous state, for any being that had once possessed a sense of self, made understated by the use of comprehensive words.
If only I had learned this earlier. He lamented. "If only" How many had repeated those exact same words before him? More than he cared to count. And many more would repeat it after him.
The sage came to a wild conclusion—he would do as he pleased from now on. It was simple. Very simple. He would do as he pleased, no more would he deny his desires or urges. No more would he conform to the morals he had so upheld for such a long time, no, he had seen what lay beyond and this life—what little remained of it, was all he had.
He wasn't a mindless beast or a heartless creature, he was Givan The Great, sage of Almedonis, slayer of Terror Wynds, destroyer of Deatholds, and he has decided.
Perhaps he might search for immortality or a way to preserve his soul without losing his core, but those could wait, for now he had much to do.
He reached for an item on his wide, scroll filled desk. A tiny bell which he then struck. The chime was almost imperceptible to the ears of normal men, but to his servants it was as clear as day.
A moment later, tap, tap, a soft knock rattled against the great door to his study chambers.
"Enter." He said with a deep, baritone voice.
The servant, a middle aged woman dressed in customary maid outfit which consisted of a pristine ankle length black dress on top of which was a spotless white apron with a matching white headcap, bowed her head as she walked in.
"This humble one is at your service master." The amount of magic in this one room made her feel more alive than taking a warm evening bath after an exhausting day.
Givan cared little as to how nearly orgasmic she felt next to him, "Fetch me Yulanda."
"Yes lord." She bowed again, reluctant to leave the chamber but hiding it well.
Givan did not need for the maid to call him his second disciple, no, he needed the time she could afford him to consider his actions. Once he took a bite of this fruit, there would be no going back, no returning. He could pretend that all he learned was false, maybe even dwell in the bliss that was ignorance and live out his days peacefully.
Impossible. To become a sage one must constantly confront the truth, he'd conditioned himself in a way that would clash with admitting and accepting to be ignorant of this truth he knew. It would gnaw at him, torment him, torture him endlessly. He could not.
Another knock sounded on his door, he raised his head and gave a command. "Enter."
In came the young lady to the devil's den.
"Teacher, I'm so glad you called for me!" The lively lass said, pulling down the purple hood to expose straight golden blond hair, leaf green eyes and cherry pink lips. "I've been having trouble constructing a third spell model, I've tried all the meditative methods and yet I still cannot seem to conjure my model." She spoke with the familiarity one might have towards their father.
The great sage smiled, "Come child, let's see what the matter is." He said. The girl walked along, her large bust bouncing and pushing against the long sleeve, pink knee length dress she wore beneath the purple robe. He admired her form, her valleys and crests, her emerged child bearing hips and untouched body.
He rose from his chair, a grand magically enchanted wooden thing almost as old as he was. He towered a full arm length above her, he ran strength filled fingers through the soft gold forest on her head. It smelled of lemons and sunlight.
She cooed at his touch, it was pleasing and cozy. This was a rare moment for Yulanda, these past years the master sage had been nigh impossible to reach, he was either out on one adventure or the next and if he wasn't he would be absorbed in his books for months at a time. She'd be lucky to see him twice in a year and even luckier to have an audience with him.
The fact that he was spending time with her like this filled her with appreciation for the man. It reminded her of just how much he'd done for her asking nothing but determination and diligence in return. And here she was now, a third order mage at the cusp of adulthood, a prodigiously astounding accomplishment that wouldn't have been had she not received his guidance.
"Remove the robe, the magical interference must be minimized." She obeyed without giving it much thought, the master sage was never wrong. She unclasped the buttons that held the enchanted robe closed and pried it off her body. Presenting her magnificent bust that furiously pushed against the restraining pink dress.
His hand left her head and hovered over her chest, slowly he lowered it, resting it between the flesh of her breasts, which was basically inaccessible unless one separated the melon sized glands, hence he pushed through her bust burying his hand within the soft mounds.
Yulanda widened her eyes, a blush enveloping her neck and cheeks. She looked at the master sage but found the same expression he had from the start a kind, genial look across his ruggedly mature and handsome face.
How could I bear such lewd thoughts towards the master sage? She chided herself, closing her eyes to channel her thoughts away from the risky mental image building up in her head, mages had powerful imaginations, the good ones at least, it was essential in creating and visualizing spell models.
She staggered at the magical energy flowing from his hands and into her internal system. "Ah~" she moaned unconsciously again as it flowed deeper into her mana channels, it was a warm wave of vitality that cleared away all stress from her system, she felt herself melt like butter in the sun.
She blushed harder, hoping against all hope that he hadn't heard her voice. What are you doing Yolanda, what would Mikel think? She called the name of her lover in the hopes that it would rouse her from her nearly drunken state of mind.
The master sage abruptly cut off the energy feed, making the young woman snap her eyes open and on the verge of asking why.
"It's quite serious." His expression turned grim. Yulanda interpreted his statement as there being something woefully wrong that the master sage had discovered within her. Fear gripped her entire body; she could barely even open her mouth to speak.
Givan the great had uttered those words to himself, he felt shadows of his moral compass lingering within his psyche trying to stop him from doing what he actually wanted. What he wanted was to utterly defile the young lady, to ravage her entirely and forever leave his mark on her. This wasn't the time for romance, he wanted to fuck.
"This is for your good. Don't resist." He said, Yulanda nodded quickly in response.
He hooked his hand into the neck of her dress and pulled down, tearing the piece of clothing off her as though it were wet tissue. Yulanda gasped, and backpedaled only to find a strong wrapped limb around her back and holding her in place.
There was a primal aura in the air and it was making her tremble. "T-teacher what's ah~~" His touch was jolting, a finger placed right on her womanhood sent a wave of magical power through her sensitive spot. It was a feeling she couldn't put into words, clouds occupied her mind and the hands she managed to wrap around the master sage's arm to stop him from going further loosened.
She felt his fingers grip her undergarment and pull them off, leaving her as bare and naked as she came to the world. "Ah~ t-teacherrr~ Nghno~" Her words slurred, her senses went on fire when a warmth engulfed her pink and hard nipples, his tongue flicked back and forth along the very sensitive organs. Her toes curled and her fingers spasmed as he worked her both above and below simultaneously.
"UWahh~~" She cried as a shower gushed from her soaked vagina.
She felt herself float and then slam into the teacher's desk on her back. Her eyes on his, he came over to her face and then took his own robes off. She stared up at him and balked at his scarred and massive chiseled body that only great fighters possessed. And then something rose like a snake, the large, dark, thick and veiny thing looked naturally unnatural.
He held it at the base and slapped it a few times across her lips, the manly scent it gave off was strange yet intoxicating. Her lips had parted from wonder, she imagined what it would feel like within her. Could she even wrap her mouth around it?
The teacher retrieved a potion from his spatial dimension and poured it down her body, the warm fluid evaporated on contact and she felt no noticeable difference in her body.
"Ugh!" The teacher pushed it through the small opening of her lips, the head alone parted her mouth unimaginably wide and yet she felt minimal pain from it. Her mouth was so full of saliva it dripped uncontrollably down the sides of her mouth and down the teacher's length. Hands wrapped around her neck from above and held her down.
"Ughk! Ughk! Ughk!" Teacher began pounding fiercely into her mouth. His scorching rod rammed into her mouth and down the back of her throat forcefully pushing air in and out of her lungs. His testicles slapped against her face and nose with each thrust. Saliva and tears stained her beautiful face and soaked her hair. Breathing was getting harder.
His spear widened within her mouth and his thrusts became so fast they scraped her taste buds raw. It bulged more, tears fell uncontrollably out of her bloodshot eyes as he pounded harder for what felt like hours.
Shmack! Shmack! Shmack! Shmack!
"Arhh" He grunted, pressing down on her bruised neck and with one brutal thrust releasing his potent seed down her bulging throat, painting her esophagus in so much white she coughed and gagged as spunk spewed out her mouth and nose.
"Haa! Cough Cough Haa!" She took greedy gulps of air, swallowing as much spunk as she could to clear her airways the rest she vomited. By now Yulanda looked unrecognizable to her past self, her once pristine neck was and angry red finger prints on them. Her golden hair was painted with strands of white, her eyes were bloodshot and watery, snot and semen flowed down her nose and mouth. Her passage below was painfully wet and slippery, each time she moved her legs strands of mucus connected from one end to the other.
She shivered and tried to breathe, thinking that it was all over. With how much he had just released it was obvious that any other man would be spent, but this was the sage, the master mage and he was no ordinary man.
A hand, one she recognized from the grip strength and the fact that it was the only other hand from hers, clasped around her neck and hefted her up helplessly like a toy.
"N-n-no gods have mercy teacher!" She shouted, trying to futilely escape from him.
"There are no gods child, not here." He pushed her down to the dreaded desk, laying her on her front and applying his weight on her back, making her breasts sensually grind against the hard, wooden table.
She felt his hands dig into the flesh of her backside and part them wide, so wide she could feel the breeze tickle her sensitive spot. Her teacher's hot rod stroked up and down her wet slit, wetting the engorged member in her young viscous juices.
She struggled and pushed back but that served to only make her more excited from grinding her nipples and clit against the desk. He wrapped an arm from under her head, immobilizing her further.
"Ahnhh~~" She moaned from deep within as her teacher's scalding cock parted her labia and crept into her wet tunnel. It was unimaginably tight and scorching hot, flesh strangled his cock with the force of a vice clamp. Further he pushed, going slowly, she felt full as though she'd engorged herself on food. The deeper he went into her, the fuller she felt and the wider she became.
Spit drooled down her mouth, her eyes went unfocused, her flesh stretched to the limit she could even feel it push her flesh against the table beneath.
"Uwuuah~~!" He pulled out suddenly, letting her feel a strange sensation of emptiness.
I'm ruined. Teacher has ruined me. She concluded. "Aaaahnn~" Her mind went blanc when he shoved his meat back into her wet portal, holding nothing back. "Ough~~" She groaned as he repeated his action of pumping into her with piston like movement.
Plohhp! Plohhp! Plohhp! Plohhp!
Wet slapping sounds accompanied his every stroke, as with her throaty cries and moans. She clasped her hands over his arm around her neck to hold on for dear life. Her clit and mounds continued to grind against the hard surface and within her the thick rod was rummaging through her insides pushing a spot that was driving her to the edge.
Plohhp! Plohhp! Plohhp! Plohhp!
"Aiieehnnn~~!" She threw her tongue out, shivering and convulsing uncontrollably from reaching the most intense orgasm she had ever felt in her life. This was nothing like doing it with Mikel. Her teacher was using her like a ragdoll made only to relieve his sexual urges and that thought was driving over another edge as more fluid gushed out of her widened pussy.
Plohhp! Plohhp! Plohhp! Plohhp!
"T-te..ahh~~ teach~~ ahuh~~ nn~~nno~ mooore~~~" She spoke gibberish. Her mind wasn't even responding to her thoughts. She sought him now, grinding harder against him as he pounded her insides raw. He reached for her hair and pulled hard, snapping her head up as his piston movements went up a magnitude. The pain mixed with pleasure, the degradation and domination shut down her reasoning and overloaded her pleasure centers. Her eyes rolled backwards, her legs kicked frantically, her body spasmed madly and her cunt forcefully expelled the fluid content of her body as juices.
"Uya~~uh~~hnnN~~nn~~"
PHLOP! PHHLOP! PHLOP! PHLOP!
He pulled harder on her hair, wrapped the arm on her neck tighter and plastered his bulging cock so far up her vulva he hit a flesh wall. "Urrhgmm" He grunted like an angry bull, shooting rope after rope of steaming hot semen into her young womb, filling it up so much it spurted out. He pushed in further still, dragging her body and the desk forward, his meat wrecking her sperm stained insides, reaching the last of his potent seed deep into her womb.
He pulled out of her with a wet pop! A tide of white fluid rushed out the young lady's gaping tunnel. Her unfocused eyes glanced around drunklike, her tongue hung out of her mouth as she panted for air.
The master sage retrieved another potion from his spatial space, he deposited his semi soft member into her mouth, which she vigorously began lapping at like a thirsty dog. He opened the potion and poured it glowing green content along the length of his cock and into her mouth, making her suckle on it, even as she drifted into sleep.
"Rest child. This day has just begun." A grin cracked across his sweat filled face, he was going to enjoy living life like this.
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