The Gray Wizard's Journey Part 1

Author: Budha

Description: The young, aspiring sorcerer Maxwell, fresh from the academy, sets off to make a career for himself in the realm of magic. Armed with magical tomes and powerful biomancy, his new cottage out in the woods will be the beginning of it all as he practices his innocently lewd experiments on the masses!

Part 1: The Attack of the Cum-Thirsty ZOMBIES!

"You know, for a mindless zombie—," Maxwell pants, wiping his brow, "you sure are resistant!"

The sorcerer's hands dig into the waistband of the ebony-skinned zombie's pants, who he has now unoriginally nicknamed "Ebony". For a while now she's been walking around completely nude, the animal furs around her waist and draping off her back acting more as a pleasing garnish than any kind of real clothing, and with Delilah being the perv that she is, she made sure Ebony's body was a sculpted temple. It made it quite hard for Maxwell to... concentrate. What's worse is that while Ebony wouldn't, and couldn't, resist an order from him, she still makes it as difficult as possible for him to clothe her.

Maxwell finds himself facefirst in Ebony's toned buttcheeks and head-crushing thighs multiple times as he more-or-less shimmies the pants up her legs, and her way of helping isn't very conducive. She's constantly presenting herself for penetration against the walls of the cottage, her scarred face visually screwing into confusion, and maybe even annoyance, as he continues to try and dress her.

The pale-skinned zombie, who is now named "Ivory", is much less of a hassle, and stands idly by as the scene unfolds in front of her empty yellow eyes. Fortunately, she came with her clothes attached, her steel armor covering her body nicely with little upkeep. Her penchant for messy oral means he has to routinely clean semen and spittle off her breastplate, but other than that, not a problem. Now, if only he could get Ebony to look as chaste.

Maxwell takes a deep breath and once again tries to drag the leather pants up Ebony's hips, only for it to snag defiantly on the meaty hills of her ass.

"Of course it doesn't fit," he sighs, "Maybe I should invest in a clothing spell." Exasperated, he lets go of her pants and looks over her black body, his eyes focusing on her head-crushing breasts. No shirt is going to fit those either.

"Alright, this isn't working. Get rid of the pants," he commands Ebony.

She obeys happily, splitting the pants like paper with a simple stretch of her legs. Ebony's pleased aura fades when a dark cloak is thrust into her face by the sorcerer. "Put it on," is all he says, to the zombie's visual disappointment. In terms of looking presentable, it would have to do. He just doesn't want her assets bouncing around while he keeps company. At least the cloak covers all of her, even if her finger-thick nipples tent through the front.

"Alright, then. Ebony, Ivory," Maxwell plainly announces, "To the summoning room. Make sure to bring the bottle."

The zombies obey and march off with Maxwell following shortly behind. The summoning room is a corridor turn away, and the unsettling force of its magic blows over him like a wave as he enters the shady room. Many of the preparations are already in place. A ring of ash runs along the wooden floor, with archaic runes lining its inner circles. An eerily empty space lies right in the middle, expecting an appropriate sacrifice.

Delilah's instructions were clear and concise, clearly detailing the needed symbols to summon the Succubus Dina Blackberry. Now, it only needs one more ingredient. Ivory places said ingredient into Maxwell's gray palm: a 200ml glass bottle filled with his semen. Placing the container into the empty space with care, the sorcerer takes a step back and watches the summoning commence.

As the ash lines glow with a purple gleam, a black mist rises from the mystic runes and collects on the ceiling above. The bottle seems to shake and tremble as the semen inside drains to the void. Suddenly, with a burst of wind, the glass shatters into pieces, pushing the glowing ash outwards into a star-like pattern. All that's left is the hiss of purple steam as it rises off of the disturbed circle, and with that, the summoning ritual is complete.

Without commands, Ebony and Ivory rush in to clean up the mess, procuring brooms and wastebins from the corners of the room. Adjusting his robes, Maxwell turns to leave the room and greet his new guest. He strides through the cottage halls until he's face to face with its front door, and after letting out a cautious breath, he gently pulls it open.

Only to be greeted with a delicate closed fist.

While Ebony is simply tall, the hand's owner, who is undoubtedly Dina Blackberry, is simply towering. Her extravagant, black gothic dress fits tightly around her slim figure, deep violet highlights streaking through its hems. The cloth on her shoulders has the slightest amount of bag while her sleeves are narrow, fitting closely to her thin wrists. She wears a smooth overbust corset that blends into the fabric of the dress. The corset itself pushes out and accentuates her hand-filling breasts, her pale cleavage open to the world. It also succeeds in showing off the attractive curves of her hourglass figure, her svelte hips exaggerated by her cinched waist. The frills that decorate said ample hips run down the length of her dress in a black and purple pattern, and while the swell of her supple thighs is faintly visible, her legs are kept close together and hidden from view.

Dina's face matches the opulent beauty of her clothing. Her features are sharp and eloquent, befitting a pensive noble more than a Succubus. Jet black bangs neatly cover her forehead, the rest of her inky locks cascading down her back. Her purple gaze is delicate, framed by her long lashes, and seem to carry an air of amusement and delight wherever she stares. Tinged with the slightest amount of black, her ashen lips give a small smile to the sorcerer in front of her.

"Oh, forgive me, I'm usually not expected," Dina apologizes, pulling her fist back to her side.

Her voice is soft and wistful, yet somehow seems so close to Maxwell's ears. Having noticed his staring, she lets out a mirthful chuckle, "Does my body please you, Master?"

"Hmmph, there's no need to call me master," Maxwell grunts. "But to answer your question: Yes. Now please, come inside."

Like a well-trained butler, he holds the door open for the Succubus. She glides in more than she does walk, her feet making the quietest sound as she enters. With a beckoning gesture, he leads her further into the homely cottage, the disparity in their size becoming readily apparent as they walk side by side. Neither speaks to one another, although Dina's eyes do occasionally drift down to the sorcerer when she isn't studying the decor. Her looks go unnoticed by Maxwell as he tries his best to seem decent and composed.

"Alright, we're here. Please take a seat," the gray sorcerer curtly states, opening a wooden door to a little room romantically lit by candlelight. A polished wooden table sits in the middle with two matching chairs. On the table sits a white, intricately patterned coaster along with a thin vase that contains a single red rose.

"Oh," Dina's thin eyebrows rise in shock. "With the way you were acting, I was expecting something far more ominous," she admits, her amusement in Maxwell's attitude clear on her face. "Although, you do know as a Succubus I don't eat normal food, yes?"

"I'm aware, I just wanted to have a nice place to talk," Maxwell explains, taking his seat at the table.

Dina murmurs a quiet acknowledgment, taking her place across from the sorcerer. "I have to say, this is already one of the nicest summonings I've had. And we haven't even exchanged names yet," the Succubus daintily chuckles.

"Thank you," Maxwell replies, "But I do know you."

"Really?" She breathes, resting her chin on her interlaced fingers as she stares into his eyes, "Do tell."

Maxwell is unfazed by her teasing stares and continues to answer honestly. "Another Succubus named Delilah said she knew you and gave me your name."

Dina's lashes once again flutter in surprise, "Delilah, you said? My, my, it's been a while since I've heard that name. But—," Dina wags her finger, "There is plenty of my kind named Delilah in the world. You're going have to be more specific."

Maxwell stops to think for a moment before replying in his usual neutral tone. "She has the habit of getting dildos accidentally stuck in her butt so other people will take them out."

"A-Ah," she stutters, "Y—Yes, that's definitely her." Dina shakes her head, whispering under her breath, "I can't believe she still does that," before turning back to Maxwell. "Forgive my skepticism. Delilah and I used to be partners, you see." Dina gives a fond sigh as her thoughts drift back to her younger days, "I guess habits really do die hard."

"Partners in what way, may I ask?" The sorcerer questions, interested in learning more about his former teacher.

Dina perks up, seemingly happy to run down memory lane. "When Succubi are young and inexperienced, they are urged to partner up with one another; form a net of connections, if you will. It was a necessary action due to the amount of scrutiny our work received." Dina sardonically giggles, looking to the side like an embarrassed schoolgirl, "Even if the only ones mad were bitter wives for stealing all their men away."

Maxwell nods, letting the Succubus regain her composure from what must've been very interesting memories. "So, you two were good friends it seems," he rhetorically states.

"Very much so. But I wonder why she'd bring me up to you. Unless of course, you want...," she drawls off, resting a hand on her exposed cleavage, reminding him that behind all that regalness, Dina is here with a certain expectation in mind.

"Yes, Delilah recommended you with your services in mind, and I've summoned you to act on those recommendations," Maxwell admits, "But I don't consider myself very desperate. If I'm going to do this, I'd like it to happen my way."

The Succubus seems pleasantly bemused, "Is that so? Well then, I'm all ears, my dearest summoner."

The sorcerer stands and walks over to Dina, taking her by the hand. "I'm glad to have your consent." He bows his head, his silently impish eyes turning up to look into hers, "In that case, will you please follow me?"

He directs her to his room leisurely, and as expected of someone of his dryness, Maxwell has very few knickknacks or personal items in his room. The few shelves he has are stacked with jars and bottles, all of them full of mysterious liquids. A single wooden desk presses against the far wall, littered with notes and books, and courtesy of his mentor, a large bed with a resplendent wooden frame sits in the middle of it all, the bed itself being sumptuously stuffed with fluffy pillows and thick blankets.

Much to Dina's surprise and pleasure, the sorcerer is the first to undress. He throws off his shaggy robes with a shrug, leaving him in his trousers as he waits for the Succubus to do the same. Obligingly, she waves a glowing hand over her dress and it fades away like it was never there in the first place. Her narrow waist remains even without a corset, and as she stands sideways to present herself, the perfect heart that is her bottom shakes, fitting her broad hips nicely. Smiling, she also bounces and swings her breasts for the sorcerer's wandering eyes, her fingers rolling over her puffy pink nipples all the while.

Dina's alluring sways gives her enough time to stare as well. Her eyes are already glued to the sight of his rising bulge and she wets her lips for what's to come. "This is what I get for fasting for so long," she husks, her usually posh voice unable to hide the predatory hunger lingering within. "Forgive me if I get a bit rough on you." To her delight, Maxwell nods calmly, doing half the work for her by taking off his trousers and exposing his erecting shaft to her eyes.

Gracefully, Dina falls to her knees, her face filling with awe as his penis twitches against her face. "Oh, Delilah must've liked you," she muses, admiring the way his girth bends under its own weight. Her thin hands rush in like caring matrons, rolling the weight of his sack between her fingers while stroking his thick member.

She gives his swollen tip a saccharine gaze and drags back its pale glossy skin, exposing his throbbing glans. With its rising musk filling her nose, she can't help but give him a little taste, her tongue rolling out to lap and revel in his pungent flavor. Watching a noble face like Dina's savor the taste of his dick sends shivers down Maxwell's spine, and when her lustful eyes snap up and burrow into his, he could cum right then and there. The Succubus wouldn't want her treat to be soiled so soon and relents in her taste-testing. His humid sack seems like a fine replacement though.

Cupping his delicate balls in her hand, she once more breathes in the scent of his genitals, absolutely adoring how such a simple thing could run a fire through her chest when she's hungry. When her lungs fill, she fills her mouth next with his swinging orbs, washing them down with her tongue. Her polishing draws beads of precum to spill from his urethra and splatter onto her face. While it might be a common service for a Succubus, Maxwell feels like such debasing services deserves appreciation and starts to cup her face, gently caressing her cheeks as she sucks his balls clean. Dina responds positively, rubbing her face into his kind hand while her eyes glow with dark contentment.

Giving Maxwell's testicles one last suck, she lets them plop out her mouth, covered in her sweet saliva. "Oh my, it seems like this one misses me," she teases, watching his cock bulge in need of her affections. And affection she does give, smooching her way up his length until she reaches the top where precum collects into a precarious little droplet. Giggling, she dabs and wiggles her tongue at his frenulum, causing the fat wad of pre to roll onto her tongue like a semen reservoir.

"Ms. Blackberry," Maxwell groans, causing the Succubus to freeze mid-lick and look up into his eyes. The way her pupils have darkened and dilated concerns Maxwell, but that wasn't going to stop him from requesting a favor from the woman. "While I do appreciate what you're doing, I was wondering if you'd like to switch things up a bit."

"Hm?" Dina drunkenly hums, stroking his shaft with a satisfied smile on her lips. "How else could I possibly serve you?"

He shows her by reaching down and taking her by the hips; his gray hands pulling her onto his bed. To be manhandled by someone so comparatively small shocks the Succubus, even more so when he positions her hips over his face. He grabs onto the ass hanging above him and pulls it closer, stroking the entrance of her pussy as Dina laughs above him.

"Willingly giving oral to a Succubus? How novel. I usually have to force this position while men are lost in their lusts," she guffaws. "Did Delilah ask you to do this often?"

"No, she was more of a catcher than a pitcher. I just enjoy these sorts of things," Maxwell replies in a low voice, nestling his lips into her folds before she can reply.

Dina gasps, taking pleasure in what must be a rare occurrence for a Succubus. "Of course you would," she finally sighs, rolling her hips onto the sorcerer's face. Once her glistening fluids begin to drizzle and coat his mouth, Maxwell is quick to show his thanks. His tongue pries her apart and slips into her warm pussy, licking out her coiling walls and slurping down the gracious givings that wet his face. He pulls away from her pussy with a heavy sigh, rolling her sugary girl cum around his mouth before diving back in, smothering her peaking clit with his spit and desire. He doesn't give Dina's shuddering hips anywhere to go either, and grabs her bubbly bottom and soft thighs, making her sit on his thirsty lips. He forces her to stay still as she moans and squirts more of her sweet liquids into his mouth.

Not to be outdone, the Succubus bows her head down and kisses the side of Maxwell's cock, showing that it hasn't been forgotten in his efforts. Withdrawing her lips, she sinks his cock into the sweaty crease of her cleavage, swaddling and caressing his length in buttery warmth. Repeatedly, his glans peak through the top of her tits and sprays its precum between them, wafting a delightful aroma up to the Succubus's nose. Pushing aside the concept of restraint, she slides her tongue down and around his oozing slit.

His cock rides on the moist waves of her tongue to the tandem beat of her titfucking, making Maxwell moan into her gushing box. When his cock is fully slathered in spit and precum, she presses her face down into her cleavage and lets his rod pop into her mouth, massaging the inches she can't reach between her swinging breasts. Her cleavage quickly turns into a sweat-slick paradise, and the sound her slippery pillows makes as it squishes around his cock brings the faintest blush to Dina's face.

The sorcerer's cunnilingus shares a similar air of raunchiness. He enjoys simply being able to surround himself in warmth and lap at the soaked flower in front of him, but he doesn't remain satisfied for long, his kissing lips growing thirstier as time ticks by.

He slowly drags the width of his tongue across Dina's labia before pushing her pleasure higher, thrusting his fingers into her squirting vagina. While one hand thumbs her clit and penetrates her pussy, the other massages her slender physique, sending electric sparks of pleasure up her spine and down her trembling thighs. Dina, in a fit of wanting, swings her feet under his gray curls, fastening his face under her jiggly cheeks to keep his tongue where it belongs. Her quivering walls gush streams of arousal into Maxwell's mouth and he gladly swallows it all. Before Dina can cum herself to pieces though, Maxwell lifts her hips from his face, letting the gooey strings of her lust fall onto his face.

Wiping her orgasm off his face, Maxwell pulls himself up from under the shaking Succubus and holds her close from behind. He lowers her body to the bed until they lay together, cheek to cheek, and swaddled by velvety pillows. It takes a considerable amount of willpower not to simply pass out right then and there, but Maxwell still has something to prove and balls to empty, so he kisses Dina back to sanity, peppering his lips across her neck.

Her purple eyes stare into his when he smooches her cheek, a crooked, lackadaisical grin on her face. "You could be an Incubus with that kind of passion, you know." Her teasing remarks suddenly halt, feline mischievousness filling her face instead when she feels his cock drip on her lower back. She smiles and threads his bulging phallus between her rosy cheeks, bouncing her ass up and down as she talks. "How naughty of you, you didn't even let me finish you off. Now it's all mad and swollen." Dina's butt bouncing continues uninterrupted until a shake of her ass makes his cock fall from her crack and settle against her vagina. "I can fix that for you if you'd like~"

The sorcerer breathes into her sprawling raven hair, holding back the want to fuck her. "While I'd like to, I'm afraid I've been impolite. All of this, and I still haven't told you my name is Maxwell."

Dina's laughter is fit for a frivolous queen. "I swear you are absolutely adorable. But, still, thank you for telling me. Sex is always better when you have a name to yell. Now then—," her hips slowly edge back, impatiently sinking his glans into her depths.

"Do it, Maxwell~"

The sorcerer obliges her with little flare, sinking his cock into her pussy as she lays prone and sweating across the bed.

Her moans ring through the room as his pale hips collide and conform to her perfect bottom. Not a single inch of his cock is left showing after his first thrust, and to innocent eyes, they look like a young romantic couple embracing, but their curling toes and steamy pants say it all. Maxwell still embraces her like a lover, threading his arms around her waist as he pulls his penis from her snug folds. The Succubus's breath rarely hitches; his thrusting hips moving with such deft and smoothness that the only major impact on her body is her ass as it bounces against his crotch. It makes it all the more startling when Maxwell forcefully hilts inside her pussy, causing her puddling juices to splat onto the mattress. Dina's only response is to purr, begging Maxwell to douse the fires that he's lit inside of her.

His balls are completely willing to fulfill this request, but it's Maxwell who wishes to bathe in further pleasure. How could anyone resist filling something so tight and gripping, and why would he ever want to be anywhere else but pressed up against this charming Succubus. Even if being inside of her didn't feel as divine as it does, being able to touch her silky skin and squeeze her jiggling ass would be enough, yet he still wants more. He wants to break down the resisting walls of her squirming sex until she cums hard enough to stain the bed.

Maxwell is no fool though. He knows that such mindless urges are a symptom of Dina's Succubus nature, and so out of defiance, he nibbles on her neck and keeps her ass bouncing to the gentle rhythm of his hips. Dina doesn't seem to mind. As long as he keeps giving her cunt something to grip and hold on to, she'll be satisfied, and his rigid meat does exactly that, stretching her walls apart with his girth. What's more is that her vagina never seems to loosen or gape, it only gets tighter, making him work for every thrust, even as her sticky juices puddle and glaze his cock. The sound of their lovemaking becomes a symphony of both wet slaps and hushed moans as the bed creaks below them.

The breath that warms Dina's neck starts to become uneasy and guttural, her lover struggling to keep a consistent pace inside of her, and while she finds his shuddering form cute, she decides to be a receptive partner. With her plump thighs spread, she sways and bobs her ass in a hypnotizing circle. It smacks into his thrusting hips and paints her crevices with his thickening precum. His already swollen balls begin to bounce and tremble, and the feeling of his semen-full orbs pressing against her mons makes the Succubus slow her thrusts.

"Maxwell~" she groans, "I believe I have a favor to ask of you this time." Her walls quiver, wanting to cum just as much as him, but she puts it all on hold and pulls the sorcerer's cock out of her pussy. She ignores the aching emptiness it leaves behind and turns herself around on the bed, spreading her long, beautiful legs wide. She presents her puddling lips to his throbbing penis, his bulbous tip flush against her vulva. "I want you to. Fill. Me. Up," she whispers, splaying her labia wide, "I want to feel you empty inside me while we hold each other close and kiss." Her legs latch onto the sorcerer's back, not taking no for an answer.

He lets her legs drag him closer, and with a gush, he penetrates her spread and vulnerable pussy. Dina wraps her arms around the gray boy and pulls him by the neck, their lips meeting with a passionate and messy french kiss. They groan into each other's mouths, Dina's long demonic tongue filling and swabbing his mouth. Neither of them rejects the passions between them, swapping spit as their crotches grind and thrust. With her legs locked behind his back, he gets little room to move inside of her, but he doesn't need to. Her warm honey pot is already melting around his cock, inviting him to dig deep inside of her and blow his load where it belongs. With that dream in mind, Dina keeps her legs closed and their mouths open and connected.

Just the thought of something so gelatinous and thick swimming into her body and womb is enough to trigger a climax, her careening moans vibrating through her lover's mouth. Maxwell rubs his hand down her bending back and fondles her breast as she orgasms, but even his pace falters when her legs buckle and clench around him, forcing his every inch into her orgasming folds.

A small curse leaves his kissing lips as his balls clench in orgasm, and with a burst, he drains his gummy load into Dina's womb. Now it's his turn to hold her close, giving her nowhere to go and nothing to do except let his semen clog her insides. Lines of drool connect Dina's and Maxwell's separating lips as they are finally forced to breathe, and even still, his face never leaves her's, moaning into her ear as she moans into his.

"K-Keep cumming, keep cumming! Yesss, just like that, Maxwell~" Dina huffs, stroking his hair as his semen floods her womb, "A-Aahh... It's pulsing inside of me... I don't want it to end~" Her pussy is just as honest, drinking down the cum his balls provide with gusto, and as a Succubus, she couldn't dream of letting a single drop of his cream going to waste.

When the last of his jizz gets sucked away, both of them collapse into a satisfied puddle. Dina holds and caresses the body on top of her, smiling proudly as his thick love flows down her canal like molasses.

Maxwell is the first to stir and brushes away the sweaty locks from her eyes, making Dina smile and hold him closer. The sorcerer's face remains calm and business-like, groping her boob complacently as he thinks of something to say. After all, he summoned her to be his assistant. Having sex is an expected courtesy when you summon a Succubus, at least in his mind, and it might not be enough to sway her to his side. He explains as much to her, telling her all about how Delilah recommended her as a helper rather than a temporary concubine or mistress.

"If you are willing, I'd love to have someone like you as an assistant. I'd pay you in whatever currency you'd like and it most likely won't be a permanent venture. Just until I can gain my wits about me."

Dina lays silent, an unreadable expression on her face as she looks down at the gray boy below her. Eventually, she laughs, shaking her hand as she pats Maxwell's head. "You summon a soul-sucking Succubus to your home, greet and conversate with her like a cherished guest, and then bed her like a newly betrothed. And all you wanted is for me to be your assistant? I'd call you a liar if I wasn't so tired."

The sorcerer shrugs, "I couldn't think of any better way to endear myself to you. You are a Succubus, after all. I was sure your life was too busy for something so mundane.

"Mundane?" she snickers, "It's a Succubus's dream to wake up every morning with a warm bed and a lover to hold onto, and those who usually try to end up sucking the life out of partners, becoming ostracized by entire villages as a result. Then we older Succubi are forced to pray on poor unknowing saps like you through summonings... Although, I can hardly call you a poor sap now can I?" Dina mutters, caressing the sorcerer's face.

"I see. I've always wondered why someone as exuberant as Delilah took to a life of teaching magic..." Maxwell's wide brown eyes stare at her imploringly, "So, is that a yes, then? I have plenty of things I could use your help with."

"For you, and only for you, I'd gladly take the position, and as long you keep me fed, I'll gladly refuse any and all other summonings."

"Wonderful," the gray sorcerer yawns, "You start tomorrow, so be ready. If you need me I'll be taking a nap." He passes out in Dina's embrace, pressing his cheek against her warm chest as he softens inside of her. The Succubus giggles, holding him close until exhaustion pushes her off to sleep as well.