COMMISSION: Dia-Blow Me, ch.2

Author's Notes: Sometimes a project is sufficiently beloved that it is given new life. So it shall be with Dia-Blow Me, a new commissioned chapter hot off the presses to see what happened next after the necromancer's fateful encounter with the barbarian and the crusader....

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‭It always came back to New Tristram. After all the fighting, carving through swaths of enemies again and again in a seemingly fruitless attempt to hold the rising tide of darkness at bay, it was that tiny, doomed little town that always ended up calling itself home to whatever hapless batch of heroes had been called upon. For Lilith, the dark, ramshackle village hadn’t ever been much of a source of comfort -- the townsfolk looked on her with barely any less disdain than the hordes of the dead just outside the walls. Not accepted, but tolerated, and even that with great hesitance.

The necromancer staggered, for the hundredth time, into the Slaughtered Calf inn, black robes spattered with faint traces of gore from her recent escapades. Her muscles ached, and all she could think about was getting a glass of the piss wine they served here as quickly as possible... at least, that was all she could think about. Then she saw them.

Sonya and Johanna, the two gorgeous, muscular brutes, already several drinks down and currently arm wrestling with one another, sweat glistening along their bared muscles as they locked eyes and hands. Lilith swallowed hard. It had been weeks since the... incident, but it had been barely spoken of since then. Whether they’d been too drunk to remember, or simply too boisterous to consider that night of passion a great concern, they’d never followed up in any real way. As far as anyone could tell, that night had been forgiven, as if it had never happened.

But it most assuredly had happened. Despite remaining characteristically cold and distant, Lilith had been unable to stop thinking about it. The way she’d felt, they way they’d felt inside of her. Part of her wanted payback. Another part... just wanted round two.

Narrowing her eyes at the pair from the doorway, the necromancer slipped out of the Slaughtered Calf before ever truly entering it, making her way back northside. She had a plan in mind already, one she’d been dwelling on for some while. It may not have been the most complex or the most... principled, but Lilith hadn’t been concerned about things like that for years. What she liked were results, but for results, she’d need some assistance. Assistance she knew exactly where to get.

The wonderful thing about New Tristram being a ghost town where someone died every other day, was that there were quite a good number of empty houses, often free for the taking or at comically low cost. Most adventurers not staying at the inn filled these little hovels, and this was very much the case for Li-Ming, one of the few other young heroes Lilith had any genuine respect for. The wizard had turned one of these shacks into something between home and parlor, occasionally performing minor tricks or selling certain sorcerous sundries -- and it was the latter, currently, that Lilith was interested in.

Skulking northward, she quickly found the little wooden house, dotted with shadowy magical lights, small glyphs and talismans providing some measure of arcane protection while also making the place laughably easy to locate. Looking around to ensure she wasn’t being followed, Lilith let out a grim sigh as she rapped her knuckles on the magically-warded door.

“Who is iiit?” rang a soft voice from within. Lilith sighed again, jiggled the handle. Locked.

“It’s me.”

“Me whooo?”

For a moment, Lilith considered that it may not be worth it at all. The minor inconvenience of entertaining Li-Ming may well have been greater than she could endure. Finally, she closed her eyes, inhaled, and answered. “It’s Lilith.”

“Oh!” came the muffled exclamation from the door’s other side. The lock slid out of place, door opening to reveal the young wizard, her typical bronze 'crown’ removed to let her obsidian hair spill down around her shoulders, a playful grin on dark violet lips. “Well, why didn’t you say so?”

“I just did.”

“Such a sweetheart. Please, come in -- I just finished making tea. Is there anything I can get you?” Li-Ming’s attitude was one-half spunky and one-half sophisticated, a sharp contrast to Lilith’s general dourness. Stepping inside, the necromancer let the door click back shut behind her, and a shimmer of silvery-blue energy pulsated across it, signifying that whatever ward was in place had reactivated. Impressive work.

“Tea’s... fine, I guess,” Lilith bit her lower lip, sitting across from the wizard on a modest red-cushioned seat, one of the nicer pieces of furniture she’d seen in New Tristram, even if that wasn’t exactly saying much. “I have a few things I’d like you to help me get.”

“Straight to business, mm? And before you even tasted the jasmine tea? So rude,” Li-Ming said wistfully as she poured hot liquid into two cups, sitting across from Lilith in a chair that matched, beyond the cushion being midnight blue as opposed to red. She gently placed Lilith’s small cup on the short wooden table between them, then sipped from her own, sitting back and laying one slender leg across her lap. “Alright, sweetheart. What are you in the market for?”

“A few things,” Lilith said hesitantly, taking a sip of the offered tea and returning the gesture with a curt nod of appreciation. “You know what happened, with... Sonya, and....”

“Johanna, yes. Tragically I missed it, though I consider it one of my greatest regrets,” Li-Ming said wistfully.

“I’m going to get them back,” Lilith said darkly, and the wizard’s eyes lit up with sudden excitement.

“I’m listening. Is this a naughty plan, by any chance?”

“Decidedly.”

“And what can I provide?”

“I need a sleeping potion. Rope -- strong rope. And...” the necromancer hesitated, not wanting to divulge the entirety of her plan, and feeling an abrupt flush of embarrassment even asking for such scandalous things. “A two-ended toy.”

Li-Ming leaned back in her seat, a smirk crossing her lips as she listened to the white-haired waif awkwardly explain what she was looking for. “I don’t suppose the toy is a rocking horse?”

Lilith’s return glare told the mage everything she needed to know. Licking her lips, took another sip from her teacup. “I can get you all of that, yes. Some I likely have on hand.”

“Good. I can pay in gold. I also came across some items I don’t have much use for in my last foray into the country--”

“Oh, you can have them for free,” Li-Ming purred, trailing her fingertips down from her neck to her chest, teasing dark nails around the curves of one of her breasts. “But I get to use them on you. The last two, anyway. After all, how will we know they’re of sufficient... quality?”

For Lilith’s ghostly features, a genuine blush was difficult, but a pale pink nonetheless managed to leap to her cheeks at the proposition. “I don’t... think that’s necessary. I recently came across a sword that looks like it will work well with your--”

“Do you want your toys, or don’t you, Lilith?” the mage’s grin widened.

Lilith drew in a deep breath, hesitating again. In all honesty, she’d been restless ever since that night at the inn, and Li-Ming was anything if not strikingly beautiful. It was more the idea of relenting to her demands that set Lilith on edge... but if she was going to get what she wanted, it seemed like she was going to have to play ball. “F-fine,” she finally said, swallowing.

“And,” Li-Ming quickly followed, the hardest request already acquiesced to, “I want to watch when you finally use them on Sonya and Johanna.”

“Fine, fine!” the necromancer huffed in a rare display of frustration. “Can I have the supplies, or not?”

The wizard drained her teacup, grinning wickedly. “Oh, absolutely.”

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“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Lilith groaned through clenched teeth. If what she’d undergone between those brutes at the Slaughtered Calf had been humiliating, this was far more so. Li-Ming had indeed provided the rope she’d promised -- thin, soft, impossibly strong black bindings that Lilith now found herself immobilized by, her ankles bound and her hands behind her back. She’d been stripped naked of her robes, slender and pale and squirming, pinkish-gray nipples hardened but her petite shaft not yet risen to full life. She’d been laid down onto the lush, dark red carpet in the center of Li-Ming’s bedroom while the wizard had gathered the other things she claimed to need, and Lilith was still struggling with whether or not what she was feeling was excitement or regret.

“Here we go...” came the mage’s voice, and the door to the bedroom opened once again, revealing Li-Ming -- not in her mage’s robes, nor much else. She was clad only in a pair of dark violet panties, black fishnet stockings reaching to mid-thigh; the rest of her lay bare, showing off pale, golden-tan skin playful hips and perky breasts a bit larger than Lilith’s own. Beneath those panties, the necromancer could already spot a certain something ‘waking up,’ overfilling the dark, flimsy fabric. “I brought your present, too.”

Present? Lilith’s eyes flickered to the woman’s hand, and quickly spotted what she meant -- a long, two-ended sex toy, formed from what appeared to be blue-runed leather and coated in a thin layer of smooth, flexible resin. “What do you... plan to do with that...?” she said hesitantly.

“Oh, don’t worry just yet,” Li-Ming grinned, “this is for later. For now, I just wanna get you warmed up... I want us both to have fun, after all.”

“This isn’t about fun,” the necromancer’s bound, helpless state made her scowl more adorable than threatening. “I’m simply going along with your perversion so I can-- mmph!”

“Shhh, darling,” Li-Ming pulled in close and settled onto her knees, shifting the front of her panties to the side to let her stiffened girlcock escape and breath, pushing it casually against Lilith’s face as she tried to complain. “This will be a lot more enjoyable for you if you just go with it. Then again, all this huffing and pouting is pretty cute... so do what you want, I guess,” with a little giggle, she leaned down to plant a quick kiss on Lilith’s lips, then shifted up again, tilting the necromancer’s head backwards and pushing the tip of her cock past those dark, pretty lips. A further attempt to complain was drowned out before any proper words could be formed, and the bitching turned into an annoyed moan as Lilith squirmed on the floor, struggling in complete futility against the ensorcelled bindings she’d commissioned.

“Nnnhhph... cchhllgh...” Lilith groaned as she felt the other woman’s cock push into her mouth, wiggling in frustrated protest as the mage slid in deep, beginning to slowly rock her hips forward as she outright fucked Lilith’s mouth from behind. Leaning in a little, Li-Ming reached down to gently tease and fondle the necromancer’s tits, caressing the steel piercings with a cool of admiration.

“Ooh, so cute... and kinkier than I was expecting from you, darling,” Li-Ming taunted, giving one nipple a firm pinch as she reached out with her other hand, stroking her fingertips between Lilith’s thighs to play with her half-flaccid girldick. “But I think we should get this little lady woken up, don’t you?” Shifting her weight back a little, Li-Ming planted her feet beneath her before shifting her positioning completely, pulling forward so that she could plant her knees on either side of Lilith’s petite shoulders, arranging herself so that she could leave her cock buried in the other woman’s mouth, while bringing herself face-to-face with the necromancer’s own delicate little penis.

“Nnph... chllkk, mmnnhhh--!” Lilith groaned, trying not to gag as Li-Ming’s dick pushed against the back of her throat, then down it entirely. She felt the corners of her eyes grow wet, but there was, at least, a pleasing distraction from her rough treatment -- that of the wizard’s own lips on Lilith’s slender shaft, tongue stroking along it, breathing life into the pretty, pale girldick. A shudder ran through her, pleasure she was doing her best not to outwardly show, but there was no ignoring the swift stiffening of her womanhood, scaling quickly up to its full size under the adoring attention of Li-Ming’s mouth.

Even as she teased and lapped at the necromancer’s little girlcock, though, she was already beginning to thrust downward into Lilith’s mouth and throat, planting her pelvis fully against Lilith’s lips with each rough pump of her hips. “Ahhn... fuck...” the mage purred, stuffing herself in deep and holding for a long moment, forcing the bound woman beneath her to desperately breathe in through her nose, before relenting, drawing back. Purple lips enveloped the entirety of Lilith’s dick as it reached its full size, taking it easily into her mouth and bobbing up and down easily along it, twirling her tongue around its tip as it finally began to pulsate with unresisted arousal. “There we go, darling. That’s what I was looking for.”

Lilith bit back her moans as well as she was able, aided by the fullness of her mouth and through as she gagged and drooled around Li-Ming’s hard dick. It was even more difficult, though, to hide her whimper of disappointment when the mage’s lips left her, and Li-Ming sat up fully, shifting back and letting her cock glide free, a sticky bridge of saliva and precum keeping it connected to Lilith’s mouth as she was finally rid of it. “Chhlllcch-- fuck! You could at least give me a moment’s time to breathe,” the necromancer panted, swallowing hard but unable to do any more than squirming on the rug.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” the wizard giggled, dotting a quick peck of a kiss on Lilith’s lips, then extending one hand to reach a semi-solid tendril of clear blue force, coiling it around the necromancer’s bound body and using it to flip her -- now no longer on her back, but kneeling forward, knees tucked against her flat belly, cheek pressed to the rug, and her ass in the air, slim girldick still gently throbbing with unfulfilled need. “I’m done with your mouth for now, anyway.”

“I thought this was about using the items, not just... nnghh... having your way with me,” Lilith groaned as she was settled into place, already able to tell the direction this was about to take.

“Well, I want the whole experience, of course,” soft hands caressed along the sides of Lilith’s upturned rear, giving the petite cheeks a gentle squeeze before spreading them apart -- giving the wizard a long moment to admire the smooth balls and pale pucker of the necromancer’s tight asshole. “I felt so left out when Sonya and Johanna had their fun with you; I didn’t even get to watch. So, now, I’m going to take this opportunity to taste you....” Biting her lip and take another moment to enjoy the view, Li-Ming settled down fully onto her knees and leaned forward, extending her tongue and lovingly circling around that little back entrance. It was teasing at first, delicate, inspersed with gentle kisses to Lilith’s inner asscheeks before that tongue finally found its mark fully, brushing up along the tight hole and leaving a long, glistening trail of saliva from the white-haired beauty’s taint upwards.

“Hhhaaaahhh...” Lilith shuddered, tucking her knees up a little more tightly against her body, her best attempt at a physical recoil given the rope binding her. Her eyes squeezed shut as Li-Ming’s tongue went back to work, pivoting between short, swerving flicks to long, flat brushes, making Lilith’s asshole quiver with unexpected bliss. When she finally felt that tongue attempt to push inside of her, her fingers and toes alike clenched up tightly, clenching her teeth to prevent letting out another, louder moan. “NNnhh....”

“It’s alright, sweetheart, you can let me know you like it,” Li-Ming grinned, smothering warm, wet kisses along the little hole, then giving it another long, hungry lick before sitting up. “After all, we haven’t even gotten to the main event.”

“Main... event...?” Lilith groaned quietly.

“Well, we haven’t used your little toy, yet,” the mage reached back for the double-sided sex aid on the rug beside her, caressing her hand along its length and coating the strangely-constructed thing with a layer of slickness, one Lilith could barely make out from the corner of her eye.

“Wait, you can lubricate something whenever you want, and you-- nnhh-- used your tongue?”

“Call it an appetizer,” she smirked back, planting one more gentle kiss on Lilith’s tensed hole before pushing one end of the dildo against it, taking advantage of the helpful angle to slowly stuff it into the necromancer’s upturned ass, pushing the sesquipedalian thing a little under halfway its length. The cry of pleasure that ensued was quickly choked back, Lilith chewing hard at her lower lip as Li-Ming carefully eased it in and out, in and out, spreading the sorcerous lubricant along Lilith’s insides and letting her tight hole stretch just enough to accommodate it. “Now... it’s time we got you on your back again, don’t you?”

Lilith held back a gasp as the wizard once more used her magical powers to simplify matters, lifting and turning the necromancer so that she was on her back once more -- along with another change. The ropes unwound from her ankles, guiding Lilith’s legs upward so that her knees flanked her ears, then bound her once more so that the position could not be escaped. Notably, this pretzeling of the flexible summoner brought the tip of her girldick dangerously close to her lips, something that was quickly noticed by the waifish adventurer, and followed by a glare towards Li-Ming. “I take it this is on purpose?”

“I could always help you... or make you,” the mage purred, pulling up on her knees between Lilith’s spread thighs, squishing the tip of her cock against Lilith’s balls while continuing to ease the toy in and out of her asshole. “But I thought you’d prefer to take matters into your own hands... or mouth, in this case. Come now, love -- you might like it more than you think.”

Several things seemed to happen at once, then. Even as Li-Ming continued to ease the toy deeply in and out of the necromancer’s snug backdoor, Lilith gave in to the wizard’s demand -- bringing her lips to the tip of her own penis, then going a little deeper, taking it into her mouth. Her slim, flexible figure made the endeavor easier than she’d anticipated, and despite shooting a glare towards Li-Ming regardless, it felt amazing, and exciting, so much like when she’d had her dick in the other woman’s mouth, though with a certain added naughtiness, a thrill that she was sucking herself off.

Li-Ming watched as this happened, her expression of contented smugness taking a turn for the predatory as Lilith sucked her own cock. Licking her lips, she pulled up closer onto her knees, one hand firmly on the other girl’s hip while the other held the dildo in place, no longer pumping it back and forth, but keeping it stationary at its deepest point. Replacing the toy’s motion, she lined the tip of her own girlcock up with Lilith’s stuffed hole, pressing intently against the top-most edge. “Nnhh!” Lilith scowled around a mouthful of her own stiff girldick, protesting before the act of invasion had even been completed.

“Now, now, no complaining. I know you did just fine before,” the wizard grinned, finally finding her angle and pushing inward, drawing a tense whine from Lilith as the other girl’s hard cock was forced inside of her ass alongside the dildo, creating a spike of irresistable pleasure that overwhelmed the necromancer like a crashing wave. She felt a dribble of precum leak from her own member, then tasted it on her tongue an instant after, tightening her lips around her shaft as Li-Ming began to thrust into her -- not too deeply at first, but gaining speed with easy, shallow strokes. “Nnnh... better than I imagined... you’re so tight....”

Lilith’s resulting glower did its best to say ‘Yes, I would imagine so, given there are two things inside me,’ but its message seemed to be lost on the lust-drunk Li-Ming, who thrust forward once again, and again, getting a little deeper each time until the tip of her cock had reached the same depth as the dildo. The wizard let out a hot moan of excitement as she was finally able to truly give in to the desires that had only been coaxed to life by Lilith’s brief blowjob, given the chance to truly, wholly fuck.

“Hahh... nnnhh...” Li-Ming’s moans rose in volume but decreased in frequency as she started to thrust forward faster and harder, the outcries replaced by heavy breathing as she railed Lilith’s poor little ass, eyes fixed on watched the necromancer suck her own dick. Lilith herself had lost the ability to deny the pleasure she was feeling, the cock and toy buried deep in her butt recalling the echoes of that night in the Slaughtered Calf, her lips around her slim shaft slathering saliva all along the stiff, twitching thing. “Fuck yesss... nnnff....”

Lilith let out a muffled squeal around her own cock as she felt Li-Ming roughly spank her, an unexpected surprise, but a welcome one. A rush of fresh pleasure jarred her to her senses, whatever conceit she had of concealing her ecstasy as abandoned as she reached climax -- there was only so much she could do to avoid it with her asshole doubled-up on and her own dick in her mouth, and she could feel her eyes rolling back into her skull. Just a little more to push her over the edge, just a little more....

The necromancer’s toes clenched, fingers clawing at the rug beneath her as her own thoughts were drowned out by Li-Ming’s wail of orgasm. Spurt after spurt of thick, creamy spunk shot straight into her ass, burbling around both the wizard’s cock and the toy entrenched into her before the sticky excess dribbled out of her stretched hole. Shudder after shudder of delight rocked through Lilith’s slender form as the sensation brought her over the horizon, and she was treated to the gooey blasts of her own aching girldick, shooting across her tongue and against the back of her throat as she haplessly fellated herself.

It was a long moment before Lilith could hear past the blood rushing through her head, and only then did she tune in to the sound of the mage’s soft panting. Li-Ming slid backwards and sideways, her cock popping free of the necromancer’s little hole but leaving the toy lodged deeply inside. “Goodness me...” she breathed, lazily waving one hand and causing the ropes to unravel, freeing the exhausted and satisfied necromancer. “Well... I’d say you’ve more than earned your purchases.”

This had certainly been its own reward, even if Lilith didn’t want to admit it. She opted to remain silent, breathing softly as Li-Ming snuggled up into her side, both women finally taking a moment to relax after their intense ‘exchange.’ Finally, the first step in her plan was complete. What would come next... well, that might be a little trickier.

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