
"Mmmmmmmm, ohhhhh, yeah right there, work that tongue," Cindy Cooper gasped
as she ground her womanhood down into the eager face of the journeyman
mage who had come to learn from the famous alchemist. Wesley had been
planning to head to the guild hall where he had signed a contract weeks
ago, but he kept making excuses to tarry. Once Cindy took a man to bed,
he seldom willingly moved moved on, and she had wanted to play with the
handsome young battle mage for a while longer. Wesley worked his skilled
tongue fervently, doing his utmost to bring her to orgasm. He had been
pleasuring her for some time now, so it didn't take long to push her
over the edge.

After she came, she opened her thighs to slide down him and position her
hips above his dick. He wasn't the largest she had had, but it was
enough to get the job done, and the boy was quite eager. Wesley didn't
think of himself as a boy, or at least he hadn't when he had entered
her keep, but for a woman pushing seventy that's definitely what the
26 year old mage was to her. Of course, thanks to a long parade of
expensive alchemal potions, Cindy only looked a few years older than
Wesley, and she intended to continue to earning her nickname, "Sin",
well past her first century of life.

Wizards must have wills of iron to succeed at their art, which was one
reason Sin enjoyed taking them to bed. Many men found it difficult to
last long within the beautiful alchemist, and she found that wizard's
mental discipline helped them last longer. She rode Wesley hard,
the pleasure from her sensitive nethers washing through her until
she felt a second orgasm building, "cum for me Wesley, cum for me,"
she commanded. They came together. Sin pressed her hands to Wesley's
lean chest, her claw like black nails digging into his flesh a little.
She leaned down to give him a little peck, then rolled off.

She walked into the bathroom adjoining her rooms and turned the tap,
letting cold water gush out into the tub. She could have drawn a
bath of hot water, but that would have cost elixir, and wasn't as
much fun as making her wizard lover heat it for her, "heat this up
for me love." Wesley followed her in and did as she bade. His eyes
were locked onto her nude form even after they had so recently coupled.
Sin could hardly blame him. Breasts the size of cantaloupes sat high
on her chest above a trim waist and bulging bubble butt. Long, supple
legs moved gracefully when she walked towards the tub and a cascade
of midnight hair framed a face that had stolen and broken far more
than its fair share of hearts. There was a ripeness to her body that
had gotten her confused for one of the blessed of Glendi more than
once. The only real flaw on her otherwise perfect body was an ugly
scar that ran down her left flank from just below her breast halfway
to her hip. Not even Sin had been able to reverse the effects of
litch poison.

She sank into the bath, letting out a contented sigh. Wesley moved
behind her and began massaging her shoulders, "oh that's nice. It's
a shame I'll be leaving so soon after I've gotten you so well
trained."

"You're leaving?"

"Mmmm, Mirv has finally convinced Gregory and I to go after Belamore."

"The dragon?"

"Yes, he's been recruiting agents and sending raids out of the dark
lands with increasing urgency. The King has increased the bounty and
Gregory has gotten all worked up about an attack some of Belamore's
minions perpetrated on a village in the borderlands." Wesley's hands
moved to her temples, "I think I've made some progress on a new
dragonbane potion, so now seems like a good time to go after the old
bastard."

Wesley removed his hands and walked around to climb into the tub with
her. "Take me with you."

Sin opened her eyes in surprise, "Are you sure that's wise? We'll be
cutting deep into the dark lands. You're a good wizard, but we're going
up against one of the great wyrms. You're lovely, but compared to Mirv
and Gregory you're fragile."

"Aren't wizards always fragile compared to their companions? If I
don't push myself, I'll never grow as strong as you and Gregory
the Valiant."

"And Mirv," it annoyed Sin how often people forgot about her old friend
just because he was battlewrought and not human. She knew Wesley didn't
mean anything by it, but reminding people of Mirv's contributions to
their exploits was an ingrained habit for Sin. "I won't forbid it, but
you must go into this with eyes wide open. Don't do this to impress me."
It wouldn't be the first time a young man had done something foolish
over Sin. She used to enjoy that sort of thing quite a bit, and to be
honest still did, but she had grown a bit less wicked and a bit more
prudent with age.

"I'm not. I want to get stronger." He was lying to himself, Sin knew,
but the truth was that it was likely a mix of the two.

"Well, you best write that guild of yours again. Tell them you'll
delay another four months."

"That long?"

She nodded, "We are going deep into the dark lands, and we won't leave
immediately. It will give you time to learn more utility spells." When
Wesley had arrived at her keep, his spellbook had been classic war college.
All fireballs, lightning strikes and arrow storms. The wizard war college
was very good at producing a steady crop of magical artillery for the King's
armies. It was an approach to magic that suited soldiers well, though
in Sin's experience a lot of young male wizards found their way to it
even if they were not training for war. Adventuring wizards were better
served with a more expansive set of options in her opinion. Under her
influence, Wesley's spellbook had started to gain some diversity.

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"Mirv! Wonderful to see you!" Sin slid down the gravel road on alchemally
slickened boots with her feet together and her arms outstretched. She
withdrew a bit of the activation essence from the soles of her boots to
slow down so that she only gently bumped into the giant hunk of adimantine
and ironwood when she hugged him.

"Sin!" He whirred in delight, returning her embrace carefully. The seven
and a half foot tall war machine had to do most things carefully if he
didn't want to break things. In her leathers Sin was better equipped than
most to shrug off an accidental claw, but it still wouldn't have been
pleasant.

"How's the armor? Holding up?"

"Armor's fine, but there's a clicking in my launcher that I'd appreciate
you taking a look at," he whirred in response. Mirv didn't have lips that
moved, just a rectangular hole for a mouth, and his voice piped up from
the reeds in his chest.

"Ok, I'll take a look tonight. We should be able to make it to Gregory's
if we hurry."

Trotting up to the two old friends, Wesley took a moment to catch his breath.
"How much further is the keep?"

"Only twenty miles or so." Sin replied airy. Wesley wished he had bought a
horse before the journey, but Sin had assured him it would be better to
wait so he could get one of Faithful's line from Gregory's stables. The
blessed stallion was nearly as famous as his master, but that didn't
do anything to help Wesley keep up with Sin and her skate boots. By rights
it should have been the 67 year old woman trying to keep up with a hale
26 year old man, but apparently the normal rules didn't apply to an alchemist
of Sin's power.

"Twenty miles! Sundown is in three hours!"

"Well then, this seems like the time to practice emergency evacuation
procedures. It always pays to be prepared."

"Agreed, you should have some practice being evacuated." Mirv whirred,
dropping to all fours. His body shook as unseen cogs and bars reconfigured
and his limbs adjusted to the posture. "Up you go."

"You mean,"

"Come on Wesley, hold on tight," Sin grinned at her young lover, "just hold
onto his grenade launcher and try not to fall off." Wesley shot her a worried
look before making sure his wand was firmly attached to his belt and climbing
up on the big battlewrought warrior's back.

Mirv set off at an easy lope, moving surprisingly smoothly for such a big
construct. He steadily picked up the pace as he grew confident that Wesley
wouldn't fall off. For his part Wesley held on with a white knuckled grip,
intent on not being shaken off. Sin kept pace easily. For the most part
she skated along next to them, but on uphill sections she would grab onto
Mirv's belt. She sometimes even turned around and skated backwards, facing
Mirv as she did so. Wesley realized that she had really been holding back
so he could keep up.

The sun was a beautiful orange ball falling below the rim of the world
as they approached Gregory's keep.

"Ho the keep!" Mirv whirred loudly when they reached the door.

A bruit of a man vaulted over the twenty foot wall, slapping his palm on
the hard stone at the top and landing in front of them. Though he was of
an age with Sin, he only looked to be in his early forties. The blessings of
the travel god might not have been quite as good at holding age at bay as
Sin's potions, but they had certainly kept Gregory the Valiant quite
vigorous. "Mirv! Sin! Welcome, welcome." He clasped Mirv's clawed hand
firmly and accepted a warm and rather intimate hug from Sin. It was
fairly common knowledge that Gregory the Valiant and Sin had been lovers
once, and the way at Sin pressed her voluptuous body into Gregory's
hard frame made Wesley uncomfortable.

A tall woman emerged from the small door next to the main gate, and
from the look she gave Sin and Gregory, Wesley surmised that she liked
it even less.

"Gregory, this is Wesley, my lover. He's just finished his service with
the army and wants to become an adventurer. He came to me to learn some
alchemy, but I'm afraid I grew a bit greedy and kept him around. You know
how much of a magpie I am." She grinned. A part of Wesley felt indignant at
the way she was talking about him like he was a thing, but Sin had always
treated him a bit like that and truth be told it was part of what made her
so intoxicating. Still, there was an unspoken interplay between her and
Gregory that he didn't like. Also, the casual way in which she had declared
him her lover made him feel embarrassed and reminded him that Sin was
much more experienced than him in much more than the ways of magic.

"Pleased to meet you," Gregory took Wesley's hand in his, and though he
didn't crush Wesley's hand there was a hard glint in his eye for a
fraction of a second.

"Likewise, it's an honor."

The tall woman had approached, "This is Amanda Virv-"

"his lover." Amanda was looking directly at Sin as she cut him off
to declare their relationship.

Sin grinned in response, a few dimples showing at the edges of her perfect lips.
"Charmed, I'm sure," she purred.

"Amanda was a Red Nun. She's interested in coming with us on our quest."

"Oh, you're no longer part of the order?" Sin asked, for all the world as if
she was asking about the sort of mead brewed in a particular village rather than
membership in a secret order of assassins. "I supposed you would have to be if
Gregory is getting along with you. Paladins can be so stuffy sometimes. I remember
how he used to scold me back in the day. Still, for such a righteous man, he
does have a bit of a weakness for bad girls. Don't you Gregory?" Amanda was
glaring daggers at Sin.

Sensing the tension, Gregory cleared his throat, "Sin behave."

She pouted at him before walking towards the keep.

Gregory turned to Amanda and murmured so the others couldn't hear,
"don't let her get to you. She's always like this."

Amanda schooled her features, "sorry." She had heard about how beautiful Sin was,
but seeing the alchemist in person had more than confirmed all her fears. Whereas
Amanda was all hard muscle, Sin's body was almost overly feminine in it's abundant
curves, and her tight black leather clothing did everything to emphasize that fact.
The sexy alchemist wore skin tight leather pants and a cropped leather jacket over
a corset that left the whole tops of her considerable breasts bare. The woman
certainly seemed determined to live up to her nickname.

"Let's head inside. We have a quest to plan," Gregory said more loudly.

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