A tale of artists, intrigue, and the magical renaissance

Twisted Smut 8 – Sagittari Communicare {A Sagittari to Share}

“Ladies and gentlemen of the council, I’d like to pretend that I’m surprised by the outcome of this election, but…I don’t think any of us are exactly waiting in suspense here.” Councilman Donaldo’s wry statement was met with chuckles from the other members of the council, and even the incumbent Elder cracked a wry smile. From the audience seats, Rhee carefully watched the reactions, noting with satisfaction that no one seemed displeased. Not that they had any right to, of course, not when they were handing their city over to someone chosen by God to lead them.

“By a resounding majority, may I present to you your new Council Elder; Councilman Wylbur,” Donaldo gestured, and Wylbur stood from his place at the table with a smile and a dignified wave to the applause throughout the large building. Even though it had only been a few hours, Rhee’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of him.

How far he’s come since that day on the hill, she thought, to think that I had something to do with his rise… the honor was so intense it made her chest hurt, and she had to sit down for a moment. When she had met him he had been suffering, mentally beaten down by Mortalis who weren’t worthy of kissing his feet. Too depressed to take care of his own appearance, too horribly shy to even admit he wanted to fondle her, it had made her want to cry.

Wylbur was speaking now, the acceptance speech he had prepared over the last week, and Rhee watched him appraisingly as he spoke. He had shaved the wisps of hair from his head, and he pulled off the bald look quite well. He wore formal clothing that complimented his large frame, with no accessories but the two gold signet rings on his large hands; the rings of Councilman and Master of the Cells of Lacris.

Quite the rise from carnival sideshow assistant, Rhee mused with a smile. The smile turned sour as she thought of the injustice, a Stormtouched subjugated to suck mockery. How long would he have suffered in silence if I hadn’t been walking by? I shudder to think. A shudder of a different kind passed through her as she remembered that day, the first time she had taken him inside of her, the first time she had convinced him to open up to her while she had opened herself to him. He was more conventionally attractive now that he took pride in himself and his appearance, but that sort of thing never really mattered to her. It was who he was that was attractive, not what he looked like.

Wylbur’s speech ended, and the crowd around her rose in applause, as well they should. Rhee made her way out of the councilhouse without waiting to hear ex-Elder Duncan’s concession speech. There was little the old Mortalis had to say that would interest her; even when he was in power he was less important than the Gods that walked his city day and night.

This baffling, strange world, Rhee pondered the oft-retread confusion as she pushed past crowds to make her way outside. How many dozens of Stormtouched lived in and around the city, the perfect ones that the Storm itself proclaimed as the best of humanity? The fact that somehow a Mortalis had been made Council Elder in the first place was a travesty, but sadly not uncommon. But now at least, the balance had shifted in the correct direction. Rhee stepped out into the snow and surveyed the white-dusted streets of Licre.

“The time of Mortalis is over,” she whispered with delight. “This is Wylbur’s city now.”

 

***

 

Leaving early had clearly been a mistake, one that could’ve obviously been avoided. Leaning against the wall, hugging her thin coat to herself, Rhee cursed her foolishness. Of course the new Council Elder, the first Stormtouched Elder, would be caught up in a sea of congratulations and well wishes. To think he could slip out unnoticed had been wishful thinking. She shivered again, glancing at the door through which Wylbur would eventually depart from.

She could go inside where it was warm if she had wanted to. The guards were so used to seeing her at the Councilman’s side that they wouldn’t even bother asking her business. Instead she stayed and waited, leaning against the wall. It was good to suffer for her Sagittari every now and then, even if the suffering was a conscious choice on her part. It reminded her of her place, and more importantly it would remind him of his place when he came out and found her. Despite how long they had been together, Rhee found herself having to constantly reinforce the concept in his mind, the poor dear. So much of his life had been spent being told that he was only as good as the people around him, that it required near weekly reminders that he was better than them. More than them. Above them.

Rhee watched the passersby to pass the time, trying to see if she could pick out the Stormtouched in the crowd by sight alone. It was distressingly much harder than it should’ve been; so many of them had bought into the ridiculous notion of equality that they didn’t even carry themselves with the poise that should be their birthright. If only the Storm had chosen her, she could’ve seen the ghostly other-selves of the Stormtouched and identified them much easier-

She broke off the blasphemous train of thought with a gasp. How dare she, as if she had any right to disagree with the choices of the Storm? She continued watching the passersby, but she dug her fingernail into the soft brown skin of her arm, a reminder to have Wylbur punish her later for her heresy.

“Sister?” From down the street a woman approached, followed by a tall rugged man in well-tailored clothes. Rhee didn’t recognize her, but the tiny light blue star that dangled from her ear was enough to identify her. Rhee instinctively raised a hand to touch the matching earring in her ear.

“Sister!” Rhee smiled, “it’s been too long since I’ve seen any of the family!”

The two women embraced, and Rhee stepped back with a smile.

“You never told me you had a sister Lysellia,” the rugged man said.

“Oh, I’m sorry, so rude of me!” Lysellia, “she’s another Daughter of the Storm.”

“My name is Rhee, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Rhee said.

“Rhee, this is Tonio, an Artifex. I met him a few weeks back and have been serving him ever since.”

“How nice! I’m glad to hear that at least some Stormtouched are getting their due in this city,” Rhee said. “Are you serving him with your mind, or just your body?”

“Oh wow,” Tonio blushed, “you um…you’re quite straightforward about that sort of thing aren’t you?”

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed,” Lysellia smiled and put a reassuring hand on his arm before turning back to Rhee, “I do help him with finances and accounting, but when I first met him it was just to serve as his plaything. Did you know that the brothels in Licre actually charge Stormtouched?”

“Really? That doesn’t seem right,” Rhee frowned. Perhaps she should mention that to Wylbur, ask if there was anything he could do about that. “Well it’s good that you’re helping Mister Tonio as much as you can. Although you haven’t stopped serving as his plaything just because you’re helping with his finances, have you?”

“Oh god…this is too much,” Tonio’s face was bright red, and Lysellia laughed.

“Certainly not. In fact…” Lysellia glanced around, then spread her coat enough for Rhee to see beneath it. The cold air rose goosebumps along the woman’s pale skin and made her pink nipples hard, and she shivered.

“You’re beautiful!” Rhee looked Lysellia up and down appreciatively, “and what a lovely idea! I wish I had worn a longer coat, I could’ve stolen the idea to please my Sagittari.”

“You know…” Tonio was looking her over speculatively, and Rhee stood straighter out of habit, throwing her shoulders back so that her breasts pushed against the fabric of her shirt. “Since you two aren’t biological sisters…how about the three of us find a room somewhere?”

“That sounds nice!” Lysellia said, “Rhee, you’ll be Tonio’s first brown-skinned girl! Can you imagine how pretty it’ll look to have your brown skin splattered with his-”

“No, I don’t think so,” Rhee interrupted, then paused, startled at herself. Lysellia looked just as surprised, raising her eyebrows and taking a half-step back.

“Oh…hey, that’s no problem,” Tonio said, “it was probably really rude of me to ask, I just thought you Daughters of the Storm always said yes to that sort of thing.”

“We do,” Lysellia said, confused, “the Daughters help with any favor that’s asked of them by a Stormtouched…Rhee I don’t understand.”

“I…I don’t know…” Rhee stammered. Her actions made no sense, they went against all of her beliefs, but there was something right about refusing Tonio. A nagging feeling in the back of her head, something on the tip of her tongue, some reasoning that made her seemingly heretical refusal righteous. “My Stormtouched…he needs me more. In fact,” she mused on the goosebumps and pale skin beneath Lysellia’s coat. Wylbur enjoyed Rhee’s chocolate tone, but what man didn’t like some variety? “in fact I think he needs both of us.”

“Oh!” Lysellia seemed reassured, “if that’s the case we had better attend to him!”

Tonio looked displeased but not surprised. It was clearly not the first time Lysellia had run off to ‘attend’ to another Stormtouched, which was right and proper. A Daughter of the Storm served as many as she could handle, that was their place…unless the one they served is special, Rhee mentally amended. Naturally the rules should be different regarding a Stormtouched who is destined for greatness. It’s only right.

 

***

 

The rooms in the councilhome were luxurious and well furnished, as befitted one on the Council of the city. Wylbur struck an imposing figure as he strode in, handing off his overcoat to a servant without looking at him, barely pausing as another brought him a silver tray of letters. Rhee noted with pleased pride that the servants were finally beginning to catch on to how they should treat their master; performing their work silently, only showing themselves when needed and hustling out of sight as soon as their duties had been performed.

Wylbur flipped through his correspondence as he climbed the stairs, not paying attention to Rhee and Lysellia who followed behind. His private quarters were almost as large as the main floor below, though the enormous bed made them seem just a touch smaller.

“Get out,” Wylbur snarled to the empty room. Rhee had never been able to meet her Sagittari’s Echo, of course, but she approved of his ire. It should have been Wyla’s job to serve her Stormtouched, supporting him and helping him to see his true worth, yet it had fallen to Rhee to serve that purpose. Wyla shouldn’t be surprised that Wylbur was treating her with the scorn she deserved, now that he had the fortitude to stand up for himself.

“Alright, she’s gone,” Wylbur dropped the stack of letters on a side table with a sigh and poured himself a small glass of wine, “the election results were all but decided, but it’s still nice to have them out of the way and take over officially.”

“I’m proud of you Wylbur. You’re starting to think about yourself as you should. I have a gift for you.”

“Oh?” Wylbur said, and Rhee turned to step behind Lysellia, “I meant to ask who your friend was.”

“She is a sister, Wylbur, another Daughter of the Storm.” Rhee reached around and took the edges of Lysellia’s coat, slowly sliding it off of the naked woman and displaying her to him. A slight smile played around the corner of his face as Rhee wrapped her arms around the blonde woman’s waist, her fingers softly stroking smooth skin. “Which means she’s all yours.”

“How interesting,” Wylbur took a sip of his wine, contemplatively looking the girl up and down. Rhee rested her chin on Lysellia’s shoulder, idly sliding a hand up to cup her breast, “and are all Daughters of the Storm as…accommodating…as you are?”

“There is nothing you can do to my body that I will refuse, Master Sagittari,” Lysellia said confidently. Rhee arched an eyebrow at Wylbur with a sly smile and gave the other girl’s breast a gentle squeeze.

“Please, call me Wylbur. Well then, in that case…”

Rhee took Lysellia by the hand and led her to the large bed, practically skipping with excitement. It had been quite some time since she had been able to offer Wylbur something so new, and it seemed fate that she’d have the opportunity on such an important day. She kissed Lysellia once, more out of eager anticipation than lust, but the other girl seemed perfectly happy with it, returning the kiss tenderly. She was well practised, her tongue flicking across Rhee’s lips playfully, enough to be intriguing…but no, this was about Wylbur’s pleasure, not hers. Rhee broke the kiss and gently sat her down on the edge of the bed, kneeling to spread Lysellia’s knees.

“This is going to be fun,” Lysellia whispered conspiratorially, watching Wylbur through her lashes. Still on her knees, Rhee turned to her Sagittari, who had been watching the proceedings with a smile. She beckoned him over, and as soon as he was within reach she unclasped the belt of his trousers and slid them down his legs, leaving him bare from the waist down. Had she been looking for a lover, perhaps she would have found his member a bit small, but on a Stormtouched it was an honor to be allowed to handle it, whatever the size. She ran her hands up and down the backs of his legs, slowly pulling him closer until she could flick out her tongue and take him between her lips. He had put the wine down at some point, and his fingers running through her long hair sent shocks of electricity along her scalp.

He pushed her head further down, so far that his entire length was in her mouth, her chin brushing against his base. Though it wasn’t long enough to go down her throat, Rhee made herself gag. She knew it made Wylbur feel pleased with himself, which made him even more confident. The extra confidence would make him less self-conscious when she stopped so soon after beginning. Rhee made a show of slurping and sighing as she drew her head back, planting kisses up and down his shaft before rising.

“I should save some for Lysellia,” she smiled as she rose. “It would be unfair to deprive her.” Wylbur looked down at the pale girl sprawled on the bed in front of him, her golden curls splayed out around her head, and Rhee looked at Wylbur, stripping off her own clothes as she did. The hunger in his eyes as he approached Lysellia lit a hunger between her own legs, and she watched in fascination, crawling up on the bed next to the other girl for a better view.

Though he said he liked her smooth-shaven mound, Rhee couldn’t help but notice that Wylbur spent a few moments, running his fingers through Lysellia’s golden pubic hair, occasionally stopping to gently tug or twirl a curl of it between his fingers.

I’ll have to let mine grow out, she thought, give him a change of pace.

Lysellia let out a frustrated whimper as Wylbur slid his cock, slick with Rhee’s saliva, back and forth in small circles around her sex. Rhee was fascinated, leaning over the other girl for a better look and revelling in the scent of both women’s excitement. He thrust inside of her without warning, with a short wet noise that sent shivers down Rhee’s spine. Lysellia wrapped her legs around the man’s waist as he thrust, quick bursts of motion that shook her whole body and sent her breasts bouncing. The sight of Wylbur, eyes closed and impaling Lysellia with abandon, was almost too much for Rhee. She reached between her legs and rubbed her fingers in small circles around her nub; it wasn’t Wylbur’s member, but she would take anything to deal with the fire that was building in her sex. Still touching herself, she bent down between Lysellia’s legs and planted a kiss in her tangle of golden hair, almost groaning at the smell and sight and sound of Wylbur slamming into her.

Wylbur withdrew suddenly to thrust into Rhee’s conveniently accessible mouth, and the familiar taste of his precum mixed with the exotic taste of Lysellia’s juices combined to almost overwhelm her. She thrust her groping finger inside herself just as Wylbur thrust into her mouth, and she moaned around his cock as she came. Everything suddenly felt more intense, as if the entire world had been blurry and only now came into focus. Her skin felt alight, especially where it came in contact with Lysellia’s, and the taste in her mouth with the prickles on her skin were all so much that she could barely think of anything else. At the sound of her orgasm, Wylbur pulled back and came himself, spilling his hot seed into her mouth, across her cheeks and hair, dripping down her chin and onto Lysellia’s body.

If Rhee hadn’t just orgasmed, the feeling of her Saggittari’s seed on her skin would be enough to send her over the edge again. She licked her lips, wiping the cum from her cheeks and licking it off of her fingers. Lysellia moaned from beneath her and moved to reach down to the mess on her lower belly and mound, but Rhee grabbed her by the wrists. She bent down and lapped Wylbur’s load off of the woman’s pale skin, even running her tongue through the golden patch of hair between Lysellia’s legs. The gift was hers, the physical proof of his lust for her, and she wanted every drop of it.

“I love it when you do that,” Wylbur panted, and Rhee smiled wide, flicking one last speck from her lips. “I love you, Rhee.”

“You honor me with your love Wylbur. I don’t deserve it.”

“You two are adorable together,” Lysellia remarked, sitting up on her elbows and panting herself.

“Did you enjoy your present, Wylbur?” Rhee asked.

“I enjoyed it quite a bit, in fact,” now that he was no longer in the throes of passion, Wylbur began lapsing into a more formal, noble way of speaking, as befitted someone of his position. “How long, exactly, will your ‘gift’ be joining us?”

“For as long as you need me, Master Sagittari,” Lysellia answered, and Rhee smiled at the response.

It’s not just me, she can see it too, she thought triumphantly. Wylbur has the potential for a destiny higher than even he realizes. Lysellia absentmindedly stroked Rhee’s thigh as they both watched Wylbur get dressed and resume his perusal of his letters and wine. And between the two of us, we just might be able to help him reach it.

 

4 responses

  1. CaptainPedantic

    The first bit sounds like a redpills’ wet dream come true, which is kinda, hmmmm, but that is just the politics of the world you are building and not your own (I hope) which I think is original, writing story elements into the erotica. I think you have certainly improved since orbital academy. Awesome as usual. :)

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    2015-01-02 at 3:28 am

    • Oh man, this was one of the hardest (teehee) chapters to write for that very reason! I mentioned to my spouse that I think this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to mindless male-fantasy porn, but I’d sort of written myself into a corner since that is honestly how these characters think! I definitely do not agree with Rhee and Lysellia’s opinions in this chapter, even though now that I think about it, this chapter directly followed one from Arturo’s POV which had some redpilly ideas as well, hehe.

      I’m really glad you enjoyed!

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      2015-01-02 at 7:36 am

  2. CaptainPedantic

    I’m glad to hear that you have not been sucked by that groups ideology and you are simply writing how your characters act. Honestly the whole male stormtouched entitled feeling (no mention of female stormtouched) and degradation of mortalis kinda grossed me out (I’m a dude) but I can understand that you wrote it to set the tone of the worlds politics. The erotic parts were well done and the given amount of work it must have taken to write their perspective, I admire that you had the courage and stomach to do it. I was seriously worried given arturo’s chapter and this one that you might have found and agreed with the opinions on /r/theredpill.

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    2015-01-02 at 12:26 pm

  3. Well I’ve certainly encountered those opinions before, and to a certain extent I can see WHY one would be attracted to those ideas, they are VERY MUCH not opinions that I hold myself. The reader should feel quite skeeved out by both Arturo’s and Rhee’s point of view, but yes it was actually extremely difficult to write from their point of views!
    I should also probably make it more clear in the text, but Daughters of the Storm feel the way they do about ALL Stormtouched; male, female, old, young, healthy and infirm.

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    2015-01-02 at 1:02 pm

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