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Authors: Carl East

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After five minutes Beth stopped what she was
doing and quickly climbed off of the chair, only to direct Connie
to take up a sitting position on top of Colin with her back to him.
Connie didn’t hesitate, she had felt so wet these last few minutes
and if she didn’t have something inside her soon she’d go crazy.
She eagerly sat on him and began to ride his cock, while Colin put
his arms around her to play with her breasts. Beth knelt between
them both and began to lick the cock as it came out and the pussy
when it re-entered.

 

Colin was feeling his balls tighten again and
knew that he was about to cum a second time that day, and as he did
so he squeezed Connie’s breasts a little bit harder. Connie could
feel his cock pulsing and the thought of his hot stream shooting
into her took her over the edge. She came hard, and couldn’t have
timed it better as Colin came a second or two later.

 

Beth slowed her tonguing action and looked up
to see the bliss in Connie’s face before deciding to get her
clothes back on.

 

Soon they had all redressed and were leaving
the cinema, which is when Beth revealed a story.

 

“Believe it or not Colin; Connie had nothing
to do with your fantasy until today.”

 

“She didn’t?”

 

“No…everything that happened between you two
was coincidental. Fantasy Inc found out about it through an Agent
who’d been asked to set up your fantasy. That Agent was me. I
really am a nurse, but I moonlight as an Agent from time to time.
The day after you helped Connie with her gas problem, I met her in
the canteen at work where she revealed how a knight in shinning
armor had come to her rescue. It wasn’t until I heard her say your
name that I realized who you were,” said Beth.

 

“I must admit I felt sure that even the gas
was prearranged, and that I was about to have my fantasy come
true.”

 

“Normally I don’t reveal to anyone just what
I do in my spare time, as I know that there are a lot of prudes out
there that wouldn’t understand. In Connie’s case and by the way she
was talking about you I knew she was anything but a prude, so I
told her all about Fantasy Inc. I was unsurprised to learn that
she’d heard of them. I informed her that I was an Agent and then I
told her about you and what you do for a living. Of course I was
quick to mention the Agent of the year award and what that
entailed.”

 

Connie had been listening to all this, and
felt she just had to say something.

 

“At first I couldn’t believe any of it, but
the more detail Beth revealed the more I believed until finally I
volunteered to help out with this one case,” said Connie, with a
smile.

 

“Not only that but she’s also decided to
check out Fantasy Inc for herself, and with me to guide her she
should work out well in the future,” said Beth.

 

“Well, I have to say tonight was the most
erotic experience of my life. I’d also like to thank you both for
making it a memorable event, but more than that I do hope we can
see one another in the years to come,” replied Colin.

 

“I’d like that myself,” said Connie.

 

With that they all decided to go for drinks
and to talk about the future.

 

The End

 

 

 

Erotic Quests

 

Chapter 1: The Wright
Sword

 

The clash of swords on the battlefield could
be heard for miles, even through the rain, which hadn’t let up for
over two hours. The Wizard Avery was hurrying to the scene, knowing
that his trusted apprentice was doing battle with overwhelming
odds. By the time he reached the battle field it was all but over,
for Cole was now running off the remaining thugs.

 

The Wizard Avery called his trusted companion
to his side, totally unaware that this distraction had given two
unseen villains a chance to strike. Cole had heard them approach
however, and waited until they were almost on top of him before
turning to face their assault. Blocking the first strike with his
sword, and then dodging the second with a smart turn on his left
heal, he clubbed the thug with the butt of his weapon watching him
drop to the ground as the second assailant came in for the
attack.

 

Their swords clashed, with the assailant’s
sword breaking cleanly in two. Cole showed no mercy, swinging
around he thrust his sword forward piercing the vest of the man
standing in front of him and driving the blade through his chest.
Using the heel of his foot, Cole pushed the dead man from the blade
and then wiped it clean on the man’s clothes.

 

“Is that the last of them?” asked Cole, as
Avery approached.

 

“Yes, I took care of the others, now perhaps
we can continue on our quest?”

 

“How is it, that this sword has been lost for
so long, and the minute we go looking for it so does everyone
else?” asked Cole, not unreasonably.

 

“Probably because the information we received
has a value, and the same source that told us undoubtedly told
others.”

 

“Well, we just better not run into that man
again, or he’ll wish he never told us,” said Cole, re-sheathing his
sword.

 

It had been three days now since they’d heard
the fabled sword of Lord Wright had been located, and were now
standing in the very field where it was supposed to lay. The Wizard
Avery pulled out a parchment from within his robe, surveying it
with a learned eye.

 

“If that tree over there is the one indicated
on my map, then the sword should be under the boulder that lies
twelve yards from the trunk,” said Avery, more to himself than to
Cole.

 

Cole walked over to the indicated spot,
noticing that there was only one boulder at that distance, so
didn’t bother measuring it out. He reached the stone and pushed it
over there he found a chest with just the very top sticking out of
the dirt. Getting onto his knees Cole began to dig at one side of
the box, and before long he’d freed enough of the chest to be able
to drag it clear of the earth surrounding it. He was just about to
open it when the Wizard Avery stopped him.

 

“Have you checked for traps?”

 

Cole cursed himself for having forgotten the
first rule he then concentrated on the chest in front of him,
looking hard and long as if in a trance.

 

“It has an aura around it, it’s a deep red in
color with white edges,” said Cole, getting to his feet.

 

“Ah, instant death spell, I hope you don’t
make too many mistakes like that Cole,” Avery said, standing in
front of the chest.

 

“Almor calavin dom saren,” said Avery,
checking that his spell had worked.

 

“Right, now you can open it.”

 

Cole got down on his knees, taking his knife
out of the scabbard and then turning it around and giving a quick
sharp bang on the old and rusted padlock. Once off he lifted the
lid revealing the contents for all to see, they were both shocked
to find a small fortune in gems and gold coins. Buried amongst this
wealth lay the sword they had come for, Cole brought it out to
check the weight.

 

The very first thing he noticed was that it
wasn’t anything special to look at; in fact it was quite ordinary
and a little top heavy. But if Avery said it was worth getting then
that was good enough for Cole. Wrapping it up in the cloth he had
found it in he placed it to one side and then proceeded to empty
the rest of the chest into a satchel provided by his master.

 

They had taken lodgings close to where this
treasure had been found, so they didn’t have far to travel with it.
In fact just two hours later they were warming themselves by an
open fire, with Cole bringing the blade out to inspect it more
closely.

 

“I really don’t know what all the fuss is
about Master, it’s not that special, I mean it’s top heavy for a
start, plus it needs sharpening.”

 

“What you are holding in your hands my dear
boy is the best kept secret of all time,” replied Avery, standing
close to the fire to warm his hands.

 

The wizard went on to explain the blades
history, starting from when it was just an ordinary sword.

 

“When Lord Wright had found this sword, or so
the story goes, he pulled it from the hands of a very old corpse,
the corpse in question was none other than King Nevile,” said
Avery, taking a drink from his mug, “now in those days everyone
knew that the King had an enchanted sword, which probably explained
why no one ever went up against him, because no one knew what that
enchantment entailed.”

 

“Please tell me you do?” said Cole, eager to
know the power this blade possessed.

 

“After much research, I found out why this
sword is so sought after, you’re right it is a lousy blade but it
has one thing going for it, it protects the one that wields
it.”

 

“You mean fights for him.”

 

“No, it somehow knows when its owner is going
to die; it then takes him out of the battle, placing him in the
last safe place he was found in.”

 

“What do you mean, takes him?”

 

“You both quite simply vanish from that
scene, re-appearing in another, from what I gather it isn’t far but
as it saves your life it doesn’t have to be.”

 

Cole absorbed that information for a moment
quickly realizing how useful a sword like that could be, and then
commenced in cleaning it up a bit before sharpening the edges.

 

“How did it acquire this ability?” asked
Cole.

 

“I gave my soul to this sword, I wanted to
live forever,” replied a voice that wasn’t Avery’s.

 

Cole dropped the sword, having realized that
the voice had emanated from it.

 

“It spoke,” said a stunned Cole.

 

“Ah, now this is a strange development,”
pondered Avery, as he stooped to retrieve the weapon.

 

“Are you worthy of my help?” asked the
sword.

 

Cole shook his head, he’d seen many strange
things in his time, but talking swords was a new one on him.

 

“I believe we are worthy, but pray tell why
you have kept quiet up until now?” said Avery, seemingly accepting
this development.

 

“If I’m to be used to save peoples lives, I
like to know they are worth saving,” the sword replied.

 

Avery studied the blade more closely, shaking
his head and muttering to himself.

 

“Is there something wrong?” asked Cole.

 

“Um, yes, I mean no, it’s just that in all my
training to become a grand wizard, I have never seen or heard of
this ability to bestow life to the inanimate.”

 

“Then you haven’t learnt all there is to
learn!” commented the sword.

 

“Then you can educate me, would you mind
answering a few questions?”

 

“I will answer you, but I haven’t decided
whether to help you or not, I need to ask some questions of my
own.”

 

“Well then, I propose an exchange of
information, does that seem fair to you?” said Avery.

 

Cole was listening to this conversation he
just didn’t quite believe it was taking place. The Wizard Avery
began his questions by asking where the sword originated.

 

“The sword was made in a small village called
Hampstead and was owned by a knight whose name was Sir Blare.”

 

“Are you Sir Blare?” asked Cole.

 

“Yes.”

 

“How did this happen to you?” was the next
most obvious question.

 

“I was fighting hordes of barbarians, and
witnessing countless fellow knights being butchered on the
battlefield, I remember praying that should I die I would like to
watch over my friends,” replied the sword, pausing for a moment,
“then a strange thing happened, while the battle raged all around I
envisaged a light, from this light came a serene voice that bade me
be calm and not to be afraid. I got to my knees asking how I could
serve, being convinced that this was an angel’s voice.”

 

By now both the Wizard Avery and Cole were
very attentive, and hung onto every word spoken.

 

“The voice informed me that this battle would
be lost, but that her Lord had need of one such as me,” said Blare,
getting excited about this memory, “I informed her that I was up to
the task, and would find it an honor to serve her. She then went on
to explain that a great warrior would one day have need of a
special sword, one that could protect him. I didn’t know or realize
what she meant by all this, but I agreed to help in whatever way
she felt I could. The next thing I know the light had vanished and
I was fell upon by several barbarians, who commenced in hacking me
to death. That was the beginning, for shortly after that I found
myself entombed within this weapon. Of course when Lord Wright
acquired me, I was convinced he was the one the angel had spoken
about, but although he was an honorable man he wasn’t someone you
could look up to. I soon realized that he wasn’t my destiny, but
stayed loyal until his natural death, which as it turned out was a
mistake, for on his death bed he decreed that I along with his
wealth should be buried.”

 

“Which is where we come in, correct?” said
Cole.

 

“Correct,” replied Blare.

 

“So, for all you know, we could be the
destiny you speak of?” said Avery, placing the blade onto the
table.

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