Mage Gone Rogue

Contents: m/m (cis/trans), dubcon, stuck, tentacles, teasing, dp.

It's an easy job, I told myself as I bagged my things. You get in and you get out. Where your brethren had failed, you have the skills to finish this job.

I took the scroll from my pillow into my hands and opened it to give it one last look.

There he was. The archmage who had cast me aside for not learning magic fast enough. Little did he know I would now use those same skills he had taught me to steal his most precious artifact.

I grinned at the hastily made painting. The old man had changed somewhat over the years we'd been separated. His black and white hair was now longer and his features had turned even more devilish from the years of practicing the dark arts. Some might have told me I was mad for sneaking into the household of the most powerful man in the city, but I wasn't mad. I had filled my heart with thoughts of revenge and I would have it.

I burned the parchment in my hands and put my shirt on. Tugging it neatly under my belt. I took one glance at the mirror to make sure I looked as innocuous as I could and took off.

Finding the tower was the easiest part. After all, I had lived there for a couple of years and you really couldn't miss it due to its size. The back gate opened easily with a simple touch of a lockpick. I hid in the dark as the guards passed me by. The backyard was a grim place. A few of my other guild mates had tried to steal the artifact before me, only to find themselves hanging from the rafters.

One of them still hung there, slowly rotting away.

I knew the same fate would fall on me if I failed my quest, yet I wasn't scared. I had a good reason to be complacent.

The other guild members had their doubts about my skills when I joined. My stockier frame made them think I was unable even to climb and do my job.

But I showed them.

After my first successful big heist, they saw my potential and never gave me any trouble after that. Now I was getting jobs left and right and I was top of my league

I knew the first floor didn't have any magical traps nor locks to stop me. The archmage's guards meant little to me. Most of them were drunk and paid little attention to their surroundings. A simple rock thrown at the rusting garden gate tricked them to go check what made such a loud noise.

With a wide smirk on my face, I sneaked right through the back door into the tower. Remembering my time in the tower, I lightly stepped over every creaking floorboard I knew and hid in the shadows when someone strolled by me.

The guards were not allowed to go into the second floor, stairs leading to it were covered with magical sigils to trap any unwanted guests. The large hall next to them held a secret only the archmage and his pupils knew. Behind the old grandfather clock, there was an illusion of a stone wall that hid a teleportation sigil, which would easily lead me to the floor I had my eyes on. I carefully sneaked near the clock and stepped inside the veiled hidden space.

The sigil's magic felt tingly, had I still had breasts, my nipples would have hardened from the feeling of it. I slightly touched my chest as the teleportation spell took hold and in a blink of an eye, I was transported into another hallway, far above the ground level. The space upstairs was also hidden and I carefully peeked into the hallway before stepping out from my hiding place. With a simple spell, I tried to detect any traps in the hallway.

Immediately, one of the towering statues in the hallway glowed faintly. I made a mental note to go carefully around it. The hallway had the same long decorative carpet as in the past. Going behind any door on this level could make anyone a rich man, but I was only after one thing and it was behind the farthest stone door.

The hallway hummed almost silently in the dark. The magic was strong here and without proper training, one could faint in the face of it. The archmages' magical abilities were potent. Even without training, you could feel the magic flow through him when he was close by. I didn't feel that flow here. I wasn't sure where he was, but he was far enough not to detect me with his powers.

The old man was clever, but I was even cleverer. Due to his age, he was stuck to his old habits and I knew how to exploit them. Slowly, but surely I sneaked past the statue which I had given a faint glow.

I didn't know what the pentadecagonal artifact I was looking for did. When I was still his pupil, it seemed to mean a lot to him. The buyer hadn't given any indication either what it could be and honestly, I didn't even care. All I wanted to do was to take it away from him. Once in a while, I redid my detection spell to see other traps.

I finally reached the quite well-detailed stone door. There was no visible lock on it. I grabbed one of my lockpicks from my belt and cast a small spell on it. With it, I could easily see multiple locks on the door and began to work on them one by one. The lock had incredible springs and bolts. I felt small droplets of sweat forming on my forehead as I worked. It took some time, but I finally heard the last pin find its place, and all the locks opened for me. Had I been in a safer space I would have danced in joy.

Gradually the heavy door opened as I pushed myself into the room.

There was only one chest almost as tall as me and the glow inside of it lit the whole room with teal and white spirals. The view in front of me was eerie and I did my little spell again to detect any traps only to find none. The hum from the hallway was stronger here and I felt a small shiver inside of my skull.

I crouched across the room near the obsidian treasure chest and observed it closely. There was no lock and it wasn't magical, which seemed strange to me. I tried to lift the lid slightly to peek inside and the light within the chest grew almost blinding.

The pentadecagon wasn't there.

In panic I lift the lid completely open and hunched over the chest, sticking my hand into the glow.

sssSlurp

Oh no, I thought as my hand sank into the slimy material.

This is a mimic.

Before I could pull away the lid snapped against my back, locking me in place. The glow around the chest dimmed slightly as dozens of stubby tongue-like tentacles shot out from within.

I screamed when the slimy appendages started to grope my hands and face. I fought back with all of my might, but the lid did not move.

One of the tendrils started to circle around my lips, leaving behind a mucous trail. As I opened my mouth in an attempt to yell it shot right in, filling my mouth completely. As the tendril explored my mouth I tried to bite it, but the membrane covering the jell inside was too viscous for my teeth.

It slowly began to move back and forth inside, almost reaching the back of my throat with every slow thrust. The rest of the tendrils investigated every part of my body they could reach, which fortunately was not a lot. They seemed to only have two palms worth of length, with a girth size of a man's fist. Another tentacle slowly probed into my mouth and began to make the same wavy movement as the other one. I wasn't sure how it managed to fit in.

My body started to relax, I had no way out and I knew I had to wait for it to get tired of me. I was locked in an awkward position.

All of a sudden the door behind me slammed open and I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"...And who could this be? Haven't I seen that ass before?" Said the deep husky voice of the man I resented. I tried to look behind me, but the tendrils inside me kept me facing away from him. Had I been able to, I would have seen a tall demonic man behind me with skin darker than the night sky. His golden eyes glowed as he watched me struggle, his skin crackling in small embers around them.

I heard him getting closer and grabbing my lower back with his large claws.

"So, you've returned to me, my dear boy. What a wonderful surprise" The old man snarled and dragged one of his nails across my spine. He fondled my hips as he let out a deep laugh. I tried to kick him with my left leg, but he grabbed it before I could hit him and removed my boot.

"Now, now... I don't believe that is how I taught you to act in my company..." he laughed and dropped my leg back down. The tentacles inside my mouth fastened their pace, denying me my voice. The archmage tore my cloak off and pulled my shirt up. Caressing my now bare back forcefully. I felt his hip pushing against my behind and grinding my butt through my clothes. The pressure he gave and the movement of the tendrils started to arouse me. My body tensed with each grind as he pulled my pants to my ankles and the soft cloth of his robe pushed against my both holes in turns.

His other hand quickly found my clit and began to massage it. I tried to pull my thighs together, but his strong arm remained in place. I started to feel a trickling wetness against my inner thigh, which made him let out a laugh of amusement. He drove his still-clothed cock against my entrance and I trembled with pleasure. Both tentacled inside of my mouth pulled out and let me sigh.

"Please..." I begged whimpering, "Let me have it, I'll be a good boy"

He answered my pleas with another bellowing laugh.

"All in good time, my dear. All in good time." As he said it, he pulled his swollen cock behind his robes and rubbed it against both of my holes, spreading my wetness all over them.

Or so I thought.

I suddenly felt another member pushing against my slit. Without the tentacles in my mouth, I glanced behind and saw it.

The old man had two bulging cock coming out of his crotch side by side, sharing a one-engorged ballsack. The practice of the dark arts had not only changed his face but also his body. Both of his members were covered in ridges. He must have heard my gasp, because he laughed again. I was pinned inside the chest and couldn't do a thing as he put pressure on both of my holes.

The one prodding my soaking pussy was the first to enter. His long thrust forced the other one inside my asshole. I moaned loudly, which seemed to stimulate the tentacles coming from the chest. With a swift move, one of them pushed itself inside my mouth and began to rhythmically pound into me. While it was defiling my mouth, the old man made long deep pumps into me from behind.

His movements became faster and faster as his breath hastened. I was being pummeled ruthlessly, my belly slapping against the edge of the mimic. Thrusting hard in and out, the old man showed no sign of exhaustion. I wasn't sure which one felt better, his thick cocks ramming into me or the slimy tentacle in my mouth. His other hand had not forgotten my enlarged clit, but kept massaging it with force. Pleasure inside of me made me beg for more as I was ravaged by the old man.

The archmage's balls slapped against my cheeks with each thrust, making them rosy. My need for revenge was broken. My vision turned into a blur as I started to reach my limit.

The tendril inside of me pulled out as I let out a long wail. I felt myself tighten around his rods as a wave of pleasure gushed inside of me. My pulsing holes did not make him stop nor slow down. He put both of his hands on my hips between each thrust and pulled me out of the mimic's mouth. He easily held me in the air and kept on ramming his cocks into me. I twitched in his arms in euphoria as he loudly huffed right by my ear.

With one final thrust, both of his cocks came at the same time inside of me, filling me with warmth. We both collapsed on the hard stone floor. His seed poured out of me. He pulled me on top of him and gave me a long, gentle kiss. Caressing the red mark the chest had left on my belly and from there sliding it between my thighs, carefully rubbing my sore clit. His glowing eyes met mine as I softly moaned on top of him, swaying my hips against his hand. Softly, he embraced my curves with his other hand. I breathed heavily as my second climax grew closer and closer. I could still feel his burning seed inside of me, slowly leaking onto his hand. I grinded myself against his hand when he whispered quietly "I want you to stay" Right then, I moaned loudly and came once again.

"We'll see, we'll see.." I whispered back softly as I fell into his embrace.