New Entry For The Backer Driven Story “Ynara’s Curse”

You can find the new entry below the break or find the story in its current entirety HERE.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is a average entry at about 6,500 words. It includes a lot of breast growth talk (but no actual on screen growth, just the aftermath and set up for future growth), drugging of a woman so she can be fucked, lots of breast fondling, and a large age gape between a male and female character.

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“They’re even bigger than they were when I fell asleep,” Kiara said to her reflection in the mirror. She’d been unsure at first, thinking perhaps the increase in size was an illusion caused by how sore and tender they felt. But once she’d got dressed she found their increase in size impossible to deny.

Her wardrobe consisted almost entirely of what had once felt like loose-fitting peasant dresses. She had a fondness for ones with low-cut tops that left her upper chest exposed. As till recently she’d barely had enough breasts to be said to exist it hadn’t been out of vanity, she simply liked to feel the coolness of the air on her bare skin, especially in the summer heat.

Now, as she stood staring at herself, she realized that the dress was not nearly as loose fitting as she’d always thought. Her breasts had grown to a small handful and that was enough to ensure they looked and felt as though they were crammed into the dress. The new bulk of her breasts bulged out of the low-cut neckline, transforming the modest seeming peasant dress into something Kiara felt was shamefully revealing.

With a deep sigh she turned from the mirror. “I’ve no choice but to wear it, at least for today,” she told herself.

Kiara had scraps of fabric and sewing supplies she could use to let out the back of the dress. It wouldn’t look very good, but she thought few people would notice and if they did they wouldn’t be likely to judge her too harshly. Everyone knew her family was not wealthy and that her father had barely been able to afford even the cheapest, most rundown abandoned farm in the area.

Maybe later in the season after some of the crops come in Father will have the money to get me some new dresses. Or perhaps I can find some small job to take on in the village to earn some extra coin to purchase supplies to make my own. I’ve never been the best at sewing, but the painful way my neckline is digging into my swollen, tender breasts sure feels like all the incentive I need to get better at it.

As she left her bedroom she was anxious. Her cleavage was so prominently on display she thought it possible for her father not to notice. What will he think? Will he think I am cursed or will he, as he so often says, ‘am just blossoming into a woman’?

She stopped just outside her door when she heard laughter and voices other than her father’s.

It was her brothers, Pieter and Dieter. Both boys were a few years older than her. Over the last few years each had left the family home to take work as farm hands away from the farm her father worked on till purchasing his own.

“It’s good for them to get some space from the family,” her father had told her when each had left. “They need space and time to discover who they are away from my shadow.” Later, when his plans to buy the farmstead had become more than just a fantasy, they’d promised to “return home” and help once the land was purchased.

And now their home, Kiara thought. They won’t be the teasing, and at times bullying, older brothers I both adored and loathed. They will be men now, as different as I am from when we last saw each other.

She looked down at the cleavage bulging out of the top of her dress. And I’ll be a woman in their eyes as well, she thought uncertainly. What kind of woman will they think I am seeing me like this?

Kiara had just decided to go back to her room and put on a shawl to hide her chest when one of her brothers called out.

“Is that little Kiara lurking in the hall? What are you doing back there? Come out here, little mouse.”

Kiara bristled at the use of the hated nickname. They’d taken to calling her that whenever she acted in manners they found unladylike. “You scurry like a mouse in the dirt as if you want to be a boy,” they’d often tease her.

“You know I hate that name,” she declared as she stepped into sight. Her father and brothers were sitting around the dining table eating breakfast. A place had been set for her and her father nodded to it, smiling kindly at her.

Dieter, the older of her brothers, leaned back in his chair and whistled. “Look at you, little sister! Father was right, you HAVE blossomed into a woman grown while we’ve been away.”

Pieter nodded. “No more little mouse,” he agreed.

Kiara felt both her brother’s eyes lingering on her chest, the way she thought they were looking at her made her immensely uncomfortable. Once she’d have longed for her older brothers to look at her as a woman and not just their little sister. But now that the moment had come it made her face and chest flush as she felt the impropriety of having such close blood relations look at her with such open, appraising, and inappropriate lust.

“Don’t tease your sister so,” her father declared with a kind laugh, oblivious to the improper looks his sons were giving their sister. “Come, Kiara, sit and eat. Your brothers arrived early and have already unpacked. Once we eat we’ll all have a lot of work to do, work that will go much faster now that they are here. We’ll finish up on the roof today then begin to tackle that old barn.”

Kiara ate her breakfast in silence, trying her best to go unnoticed. But all too often her brothers and her father would look at her. She was unsure how much was her imagination and how much of it was real, but it FELT to her that they could barely look away from her cleavage.

“I need to go into town today,” she eventually blurted out, interrupting the three’s planning of the restoration of the farm. When they all looked at her in surprise she felt her face flush, thankful her tanned skin helped hide all but the most intense of blushing. “I need to visit the village wise man,” she said, the words falling from her mouth unexpectedly. “And I’ll need some money.” She’d not known she was going to make the declaration till the words were out of her mouth.

“Are you ill?” her father asked, concern filling his face. The wise man served many purposes in the village, working as a lore keeper, offering advice and mediation for disputes, but mainly he served as their healer. Everyone at the table knew if Kiara needed money to see the man it would be because she intended to buy some herbal remedy or magical potion.

Yes, she thought. I’m worried I’m cursed or have been infected with some strange malady that’s making my breasts grow at an alarming rate! The old man might know a cure, or at least be able to tell me what is going on.

She did not tell them that. She felt unable to share her true fears with her family, especially after the way she thought they’d all been looking at her that morning. So instead she told a lie, one of the first she’d ever told her family.

“It’s not for me, Father,” she began. “It’s for you. You’ve been working so hard! Your muscles are sore from all the work, I know they are. And the strain of all this work must be exhausting you.”

The man smiled kindly at his daughter. “You notice more than I think. But you shouldn’t worry, now that your brothers are back—”

“Please, Father,” Kiara implored, “this is important to me. And if you don’t take care of yourself and end up injured even with their help we won’t be able to get the farm ready in time. We’ll be ruined.”

“She’s right, you know,” one of her brothers said. “We don’t have the experience you do to know what needs to be done. Even fixing that barn out there. We can do the work, but we need you to tell us what and how to do it. It has to be ready soon for the animals you’ve purchased, they’ll be here in a few days.”

Her father nodded. “Alright. I’ll pull some money out for you. It shouldn’t cost us much for something so simple, and old man Ekius always considers how much extra money a family has when he demands payments for his services.”

“Best give me some extra money,” Kiara said quickly. “He may have more to offer than just a simple balm to rub on your sore limbs. You know a potion is much more expensive than such simple remedies. I want to be prepared for whatever you’ll need to stay healthy.”

“If you think that’s best,” he told her with a kind, indulgent smile.

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All the way to the village Kiara clung to the small leather messenger bag she always carried with her when away from their home. Even though she knew the strap keeping the bag slung over her shoulder had no chance of breaking she feared losing the small coin pouch contained in it.

I lied to him, she kept thinking. Lied to him and convinced him to give me more money than we can probably afford.

But she’d had too. She needed enough to buy something for her father, which she knew he didn’t really need, and have enough to afford anything the wise man might say she needed.

As she walked through the town she felt much as she had at breakfast. She was convinced the eyes of every man she passed, and many of the women, were locked onto her chest. Although Kiara was unsure how much of the attention was imagined she knew at least some of it was real.

The attention, imagined or otherwise, left her feeling conflicted. Part of her liked it, yet other parts of her hated it. She regretted not bringing a shawl, but the day was too hot and she knew it would feel even hotter after making the long walk into town.

She was thankful when she finally arrived. Ekius, the wise man, was very old. She didn’t know a ton about men and their lusts but knew that it was the young ones that were the worst. Surely someone as old as him won’t even notice my chest, she thought as she knocked on the door of his small home.

“Just a moment,” an old creaky voice called out. The door swung open to reveal Ekius. “Young Kiara! What a surprise it is to see your pretty young face,” the wrinkled man said as he smiled genially at Kiara. “Come in, come in,” he added as he waved her in.

“Thank you,” Kiara said, bending over and bowing slightly to the old man before stepping cautiously into his home.

With her head bowed she didn’t see the way the old man’s eyes flashed to her cleavage as she bent down, nor see the way he excitedly licked his leathery old lips or see the way the glance down her cleavage nearly made his eyes pop out of his skull with excitement.

“Yes, come right in,” he muttered excitedly.

The village of Newbottle had no local magicians like some of the larger villages in the region had. They had only their wise man with his herbal remedies and simple alchemical potions. Even though Kiara knew Alaria was a world filled with magic this old man’s home was the only place it was commonly found in their village.

Because of that each visit to the wise man had filled Kiara with wonder and this time was no different. The old man’s home was crammed with candles, bottles filled with strange alchemical ingredients, and hanging drying herbs. The shelves were covered in books, probably more than the rest of the village owned collectively. It was a crowded, claustrophobic place made even more stuffy by the constant burning of incense that left the air filled with thick, fragrant smoke.

“And what brings you to me today,” Ekius asked as the old man adjusted the red cloth draped over his shoulders. It marked him as the village’s wise man and he was never without it, even in the sweltering heat of his small stuffy cabin.

Kiara found herself in awe of the old man. He seemed to have aged a decade since she’d last visited him, even though it had been less than a year since then. He’s always been a small man, but in the time since last seeing him she’d grown taller and he’d become more hunched over with age. Yet the wrinkled old man was energetic and although often moving as though his body ached with age he always had an eager smile on his face.

“It’s a delicate matter,” Kiara began, nervously pawing at her bag. “I fear I’ve come down with an ailment or curse,” she said, voice shaking. “But the nature of it is… embarrassing.” She paused, unable to work the courage up to continue, instead shifting topics. “And I need something to soothe my father’s sore muscles. He’s overworking himself preparing our new farm.”

“That is easy to take care of,” the old man told Kiara. “And we can deal with your other problem when you are more at ease. First, your father.”

He went to the corner of the cabin where he mixed up his herbal and alchemical remedies. As he opened jars and tossed pinches of ingredients into a mortar he pointed to the far end of the room where a line of drying plants was hanging from a string hung from the ceiling. “Could you be a dear and hand me some of that Valerian root?”

Kiara looked at the long line of drying plants. Although most were things she was used to seeing growing in the wild to her eyes they were little more than a collection of random branches, roots, and whole flowering plants ripped from the ground and gathered haphazardly together.

“I’m not sure which one that is,” Kiara told him, further confessing she didn’t even know the names of any of the plants before her.

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With his back to the girl Ekius allowed a wide, eager, predatory grin to spread across his face. “It’s alright,” he told the dumb peasant girl, “it’ll be the third from the left. Lots of thick, dirty, gray-brown roots. Break off a large handful and bring them to me.”

He let his normal genial smile return as she approached. “Thank you, dear,” he told her, dropping the Valerian root into the mortar before grinding it together with the other ingredients. It was all he’d need to make the tea the girl’s father would need to ease his sore muscles.

But that’s not really why she’s come to me, he thought as he continued to grind the mix. She has some other problem, something private she’s too embarrassed to ask openly about.

He kept sneaking glances at the girl’s chest, knowing she was too distracted by whatever was on her mind to notice. The last time I saw her she still looked more like a little girl than a woman grown. Now look at her! And the way she fills that dress out, her plump little titties are practically spilling out of her top. Wouldn’t be surprised if the shy little slut has gotten herself into trouble with one of the village boys… With a little help ‘putting her at ease’ I’ll be able to get her to tell me all about it.

“Here, take this,” he said, stepping to the side and grabbing Kiara’s hand and forcing her to hold the pestle. Holding her hand he showed her how to grind the mix of herbs and roots in the mortar.

He knew the young girl would be in awe of him and do what he told her as long as he kept the requests or demands reasonable. She obediently took his place, allowing him to show her how to use the mortar and pestle. He lingered just long enough to enjoy the feel of her hand. So soft… so young and ripe…

“Keep mixing that for me,” he told her as he stepped away, knowing she was distracted by the task. He took the opportunity to openly ogle her young body for a few moments.

Tits probably aren’t as big as they seem, he decided. Her dress is just too tight. Must be a recent change… I wonder if I’m right about her being in the kind of trouble so many young women come to me to ‘solve’. Swollen breasts, nervous demeanor, false pretense for being here. It all adds up. Still… I’ve been wrong in the past and there’s been no rumors about her and any of the village boys. So many give the family space because of their foreign blood, and although pretty that’s more than enough to keep most of the boys away.

Her backend though… such a lovely curvy bottom-heavy body! Pear-shaped with a big, wide, plump ass. Wouldn’t mind seeing her bent over a table with that dress flipped up so I could have my way with her from behind. And maybe I will. If she’s as dumb, naive, and trusting as all the other village girls her age I’ll be able to have a lot of fun with her today.

He grabbed an unlabeled ceramic jar. Removing the top he held the jar to his nose and inhaled the odor emanating from it to confirm what it was. Goldbluff spice, he thought, once more hiding a predatory smile from the girl behind him. I’ve spent a life building up an immunity to it and am always careful to keep it unmarked. This dumb girl here with me probably wouldn’t have heard of it, but others in the town would surely know what it is and suspect what I do with it.

He had skill as a healer and could make simple potions, but most of the mystical skills and knowledge the villagers of Newbottle thought he had were lies. He’d long ago seen that most of what the villagers came to him for didn’t require even his simple skills to solve. No, most of these village fools needed only a little hocus-pocus with a sprinkling of theatrical lies to be appeased, he thought. Their problems, usually meaningless nothings based on false superpositions, almost always go away with time.

That meant his time as their village wise man and healer could be spent indulging in all sorts of perverse proclivities. He enjoyed easing the minds of his visitors with the burning of incense or herbs subtly slipped into tea that left them willing to share illicit rumors and the stories of their sexual dalliances. He enjoyed tricking the men and women of the village into sharing detailed descriptions of their sexual lives, often jerking off to the stories as soon as he was alone.

And as the years had gone, as the villagers had grown to trust him more and he’d tested out their limits, he’d begun to do more prey voyeuristically on them. He was an old man yet thanks to the right herbs and potions he was able to indulge in a decedent number of sexual encounters with drugged village women.

Beside him was a small metal saucer full of smoldering coals. He kept fragrant powder sprinkled on the coals that acted as incense. He liked the smell, but more than that the thick vapors and strong smells helped add to the mystic air that left these simple country folk so easily fooled. The smoke’s main purpose, however, was to help him drug village women so he could more easily get them talking or so he could have his way with them.

He took a few full pinches of the Goldbluff spice from the jar and sprinkled it onto the coals. The smoke billowing from the coals grew thicker and more fragrant. Soon the heavy cloud would fill the room. It would have no effect on him, but within minutes the sexy, simple-minded, deliciously bottom-heavy girl behind him would be stupefied by the Goldbluff spice’s vapors.

She’ll get loopy. Confused and suggestible. And the vapors will ensure that when the drug wears off she’ll not remember what’s happened to her, thinking little of her lack of memories with her mind filling in the blank space with agreeable false memories. Still, I can’t get too excited yet. Not everyone is fully susceptible to the stuff, I’ll have to carefully feel out how far I can go with the girl.

While the vapors were going to work Ekius put a tea kettle on the fire he always kept burning. Once it was ready he poured himself a cup of boiling water, using a metal strainer full of dried Styrax flowers to brew himself some tea.

He sipped eagerly at the tea as he directed the now loopy village girl, telling her how to take the herbs and roots she’d ground and fill small cloth pouches that would serve as tea bags. “One cup a night and your father’s sore muscles will be a thing of the past,” he told her.

“Thank you,” she said dreamily.

Ekius nodded, sipping his tea. She’s still cognizant enough that she’ll remember what I’m telling her. Besides, the Styrax tea needs more time to work its wonders on my aged flesh and bones.

He smiled wider, taking another sip and thinking happily about what the tea would soon do to him. By the time the cup of steaming tea was empty he’d feel energetic, like he was half his age. And he’d be horny, his body ready to perform in ways he’d not been able to naturally accomplish since he was the age of the dumb drugged girl standing before him. What’s more the Styrax flowers would ensure he remained harder longer than normally achievable for one his age and ensure he had plenty of time to enjoy the pleasures the young girl’s body might offer before he finished and was spent.

And even if she doesn’t get loopy enough to fuck I’ll still be able to have a good wank once I send her on her way, he thought. He always preferred fucking a woman, but jerking off to whatever dirty secrets he could trick her into sharing was always nearly as good.

“You had another issue you came to see me about,” he told Kiara as he continued to sip at his tea. “The real reason you came.”

“Yes,” the girl told him, eyes unfocused. “My other problem…”

“You can trust me,” he told her as he gulped down half of the remaining tea now that it had cooled slightly. “What is the real ailment you’ve come about? Trouble with a boy?”

“No,” she said, surprising him.

“No?” he asked, feeling the tea starting to work. Impatiently, and knowing at this point she’d respond to nearly any firm command given to her, he demanded she explain.

Kiara told him about her breasts and how alarmingly they had suddenly begun to grow. She explained how she feared she’d fallen sick or become cursed, even going as far as to tell him about her disturbing erotic dream, mentioning the name “Ynara” that she’d heard in it.

The mention of “Ynara” made it all make sense to the old man. Before settling in Newbottle and taking up the role of the village’s wise man and healer he’d traveled far and learned much. The goddess Ynara is not one known in these lands, and even if she had been these simple farming peasants would not need to worship her. Of course, the dumb little peasant girl has no idea who Ynara, Goddess of Large breasts is.

His eyes fell to the girl’s breasts, understanding now why they seemed painfully crammed into the dress. This girl WAS cursed by Ynara, that was clear to him. It was the only explanation that made sense for the girl’s sudden breast growth. He had no idea how or why the girl had been cursed and knew even less about how to lift such a curse, he only knew it would continue.

Her lovely little tanned titties are going to keep growing. The growth will be impossible to hide and eventually the village will recognize what’s happening. When that happens they’ll come to me demanding I make sense of it. I’ve no idea how to cure such a thing but I won’t be able to let them know that. I’ll have to figure something out, come up with some lie to deal with her. Maybe convince them she needs to be sent away… that the curse is too dangerous to the village’s wellbeing. And if not that then perhaps finding a way to put a positive light on her perverse curse?

The old man gulped down the last of the Styrax tea, eager to feel its full effect now that he knew the glory of what he’d been presented with. The carnal delights the girl would provide needed to be fully indulged in. He’d need to ensure she kept visiting him so he could experience the glory of her growing breasts as much as he could.

“I need to inspect your breasts,” he told her, licking his lips and staring lecherously at her cleavage. When the girl hesitated he cursed, realizing the tea was making him too eager. She was loopy and suggestible, but he still had to be careful. Still had to fineness the situation and trick her into giving him what he wanted or she’d end up fleeing. She’d not remember what sent her running, the drugs she was inhaling would ensure that, but his fun would be ruined and he might not be able to get her to come back.

“It’s needed,” he told her in a soothing, but firm, tone of voice. “I need to inspect them to discover if the growth is from some natural ailment or some unnatural curse as you fear. I promise, young girl, no one will ever know of this. I do such things to the women of the village regularly as I tend to them. And worry not about any impropriety, I’m an old man and long past the age the sight and feel of your nubile young flesh can excite me.”

It took Kiara a few moments to take in what Ekius had told her. Her mind was growing more muddled with every breath of the thick smoke filling the room. “Alright,” she eventually said, “you can inspect my chest.”

“Here, let me help you,” he said eagerly, moving to her excitedly. As he prepared to help her pull down the top of her dress to expose her breasts he took the time to grab and fondle her tits. She moaned and leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering half closed as she grew visibly dizzy with arousal.

Bless whatever led to you being cursed, girl, he thought as he indulged in fondling her breasts. They were a delightfully plump handful that he spent a great deal of time feeling up through her dress, with the sounds of her whimpered moans getting him good and hard.

He discovered that she wasn’t exaggerating about how sore and tender her breasts were. He had to be careful not to squeeze them too tightly. Even now, with as drugged as she was, if he wasn’t careful all his fun could be ruined. Any pain she does not welcome might lead to her waking enough to realize what was happening.

When he finally pulled the top of her dress down he did so slowly, enjoying the way the bulk of her tits shifted as the too-tight garment was lowered. The moment her breasts came spilling out created a visual marvel that made the perverted old man groan with carnal joy.

He grabbed her naked tits, groping and squeezing and shifting the handful of soft meat in his hands. The sound of the drugged girl’s moans of delight made the wild grope fest all the more enjoyable.

The herbs I’d have to use to drug a woman to make her tits this overly sensitive would cost me a small fortune, he thought as he continued to fondle and play with Kiara’s tits. This girl and her cursed tits are a fucking blessing, one I can’t get enough of.

Although he felt like he could grope and squeeze and massage her breasts for hours he knew he didn’t have that long. He let his fingers find the girl’s nipples, wanting to play with them a bit before moving on.

With as tan and exotic as the girl’s skin was he always wondered what her nipples would look like. Now he knew. She had petite little areolas and plump little nubs. The skin was delightfully dark and seemed even darker as he pinched the swollen nubs between his old, wrinkled, pale fingers.

But will they remain as they are? As her breasts expand her nipples will get stretched out. I’ve seen it in those that put on weight over the years or the pregnant women of the village…

The thought of all the times he’d gotten to drug pregnant women during wellness checkups so he could have his way with their pregnancy-thickened bodies made him moan with desire. He’d always loved getting to both see and feel the expansion of a woman’s breasts as she neared the birthing time and then further enjoy that enlarged size while they were lactating.

But that was over months… how fast will this girl’s little tits swell and grow to whatever immense size the curse will grow them to? Will it take months? Weeks? Days? I’ve got to ensure she returns to me as often as possible so I can see and feel their growth.

He wasn’t ready to move on from playing with her tits but his hips ached to be put to use. Ekius slipped behind Kiara, wrapping his arms around the girl and playing with her tits from behind. She continued to moan and mewl in soft pleasure, seeming not to care when he pressed his front into her plump backside.

“There’s a good girl,” he cooed into her ear as he thrust against her large, wide ass. “This feels good, doesn’t it?”

Kiara panted out an incomprehensible answer.

“So drugged up and turned on you can’t answer, eh? Well, that’s okay too. I bet you can’t even think at this point.”

While still playing with her tits and humping her backside he repositioned her so he could see her face in a mirror hanging on a wall. He groaned in delight, humping hard into her backside when he saw her face. Her tanned face was visibly flushed. Her eyes, hazy from her state of drugged over-arousal, were crossed and rolled half up into her head. Her mouth hung open, her tongue lolling out. Saliva was starting to leak from her mouth, oozing down from her tongue onto her chest.

“Brainless fuckmeat,” the old man chuckled. “That’s all you dumb village bimbos are. It’s okay, you don’t need to think. Thinking is overrated, at least for women. Isn’t that right, girl?”

Kiara only moaned and panted more drool onto her chest.

“Grab your skirt and hike it up,” he told her. He’d reached his limit and he needed more.

The girl, panting and drooling on herself, clumsily grabbed her dress and pulled it up.

Ekius let go of her tits just long enough to yank the girl’s underwear down, allowing them to drop to her ankles. “Let’s get a feel of that young pussy,” he told her lecherously as he reached down and slipped a hand between her thick thighs. “Fucking hells, girl, you’re sopping wet! Praise be to that perverted cunt Ynara. You may think what she’s done to you is a curse, but anything that leaves a girl this fucking messy wet JUST from having her tits played with is a blessing!”

He fingered her pussy, reveling in the loud wet squelching sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of her sopping wet hole. Meanwhile, he used his free hand to reach between their bodies and hiked up the long dress-like tunic he wore. He wore nothing on under it and with it pressed between their bodies he was able to keep it in place so he could wedge his throbbing manhood between the girl’s ass cheeks.

As he humped her plump ass and fingered her pussy the free-flowing precum leaking from his old cock created wonderfully silky lubrication. Soon he was moaning nearly as much as the girl was. His free hand wandered up her body, cupping a small plump breast then returning to playing with it.

Gradually as he got more and more worked up Ekius shifted his hold on the girl. He eventually slipped his fingers out of her wet hole and released her breast. “I need to be inside you,” he growled. He bent her over with one hand while using the other to grab his cock and rub it in her plump backend till he found her wet opening.

As he slid easily into her he grabbed her arms, barking at her to lean further forward and holding her up while he fucked her from behind.

“Wettest fucking cunt I’ve ever been in,” he moaned in delight as he pounded her backside. “Fucking amazing. Not going to last very long… but it’s okay. This won’t be the last time I have you, I’ll make sure of that.”

He watched her tits through the mirror. The way he had her bent forward left them dangling down, and with how hard and fast he was pounding her from behind the little handfuls of swollen breast flesh were left wildly bouncing in a way that only helped ensure he’d cum soon.

It was only as the old man neared climax that he realized just how much Kiara was enjoying being fucked. Usually he was indifferent to a woman’s pleasure, although he did at times delight in using drugs that forced increased sexual sensitivity and pleasure in women. This had not been one of those times, yet the girl’s moans of pleasure were so loud he feared anyone passing close by his cabin might hear them.

Fearing that might happen he stopped fighting against his rise to climax. He slammed deep into her, grunting in pleasure as he came. His orgasm was intensified by a sudden pulsing tightness around his hard shaft. It was only as the peak of his pleasure began to subside that he was able to understand what had happened. As he’d cum it had pushed her over the edge and led to her cumming as well, which in turn had led to her vaginal muscles clenching his cock like she was trying to milk his balls dry.

Through the mirror Ekius saw an alarming sight. Kiara was panting and flushed from her orgasm, yet her hazy eyes were beginning to focus. The fucking slut has cum too damned hard, he thought angrily. It’s waking her up, I have to act quickly.

“Quickly now,” he barked as he pulled out of her and lunged for the mirror hanging on the wall. “Quickly, you must squat over this as soon as I get it on the ground,” he told her.

Kiara blinked, confused and disoriented. “What’s happening? Where you just… What’s going on?!”

“Quickly,” Ekius told her. “Kick off your underwear and squat over the mirror. Do you not remember what we talked about? To divine if you’ve been cursed and by who or what you must allow my seed to leak from your womanhood onto this divining mirror.”

It was total bullshit, but the combination of the girl’s still partially drug-addled mind and her reverence for him as an authority figure would hopefully ensure she bought the outlandish lie.

As Kiara squatted over the mirror Ekius had put on the floor the old man was glad his long tunic hid his manhood from the girl. He’d started to go soft as soon as he was out of her but the sight before him had his cock swelling and growing hard once more. Rarely had he seen such a beautiful sight. The pretty young thing squatted so lewdly over the mirror holding her pussy lips open as his cum mixed with her ample juices messily oozed out and dripped down onto the mirror!

It took every ounce of self-control he could muster not to hike his tunic up and start jerking off to the sight. He knew he’d need to rub one out to the memory of the sight and soon.

“There’s a good girl,” he told her, shifting to hide his raging erection from the girl. “And now you must leave. I need privacy and time to use the divining mirror. Moonlight,” he added quickly as the lie took shape in his mind. “Moonlight will need to shine on the mirror for me to discover the truth. You’ll need to return to me tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Kiara asked, blinking in confusion.

“Yes, tomorrow. Then I will know more, although I warn you such things can be tricky. It may take more investigation to discover the truth of what is happening to you. Best not to let anyone else know of your suspicions, and it is most important you keep secret the way we are divining the truth. Tell no one of what has happened here today.”

She was confused and flustered, only then noticing her breasts hung out of her dress. As she pushed them back into her dress she nodded uncertainly, asking, “I’ll tell no one?”

“No one,” he told her, impatient to get her out of his home so he could jerk off. “Now be a good girl and take the tea for your father home. But remember, you must return tomorrow!”

Looking confused and uncertain Kiara slung her leather bag over her shoulder, remembering the coins he had given her. “I need to pay,” she said, beginning to take them out.

“No need,” the old man hissed, annoyed it was taking her so long to leave. “Keep the money. Just make sure you return tomorrow! NOW GO!”

Kiara jumped a little, the firmly barked order startling her. She spun around and practically ran from the old man’s cabin.

As soon as the door was closed Ekius reached under his tunic and grabbed hold of his throbbing cock. He was delighted to find the mess of his cum and her vaginal juices lingering on his manhood still moist enough to act as lube. As he started jerking off he stared down at the gooey mess the girl had leaked onto the mirror.

Something beside the mirror caught his eye. It was her underwear, left behind after she’d kicked them off. He stopped masturbating just long enough to retrieve them. Leaning against the table with the mortar and pestle the old man furiously jerked off, staring at the leaked mess on the mirror and holding the girl’s underwear to his face so he could huff the ripe scent of her still-damp arousal.

When he came he did so into her underwear. He let out a deep, long sigh of satisfaction afterward. “Incredible,” he sighed. “Absolutely incredible.”

After resting for a few minutes he went about cleaning up after the encounter. He used the girl’s soiled underwear to wipe clean his mirror, deciding to keep the filthy undergarment as a trophy and cum rag.

The prospect of her return the next day was almost enough to make him think about making himself some more Styrax tea so he could jerk off while fantasizing about what he could do with and to her during her second visit. But he held off, deciding to save it all for her.

“Still,” he muttered, “I should plan… I must make the most of my time with the girl. Yes… I need to make sure I have the right things prepared to make her ‘agreeable’ to whatever I decide to do with her… And I must think more about what lies to tell her to keep her coming to me.”