Guardian

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Vix lowered his staff and opened his eyes as he completed the incantation to call one of the mystical beings that his magic could summon. In a rush of smoke and fire, Ifrit towered over him, bowing his great horned head to meet Vix’s eyes. The young summoner smiled.

“Hello!”

“UPON WHOM DOES THE YOUNG MASTER WISH IFRIT TO UNLEASH THE FIREY PASSION OF HIS RAGE?”

“Oh, um, no one! I was just practicing.”

“THE YOUNG MASTER WISHES NOTHING FROM HIS GUARDIAN?”

“Well, no, there’s no one here to fight.” Vix pulled his cap back on – it had been blown out of place by Ifrit’s roaring. At least the spirit’s breath wasn’t bad – it smelled like warm cinnamon. “You can just call me Vix, though.”

Ifrit lowered his shoulders so that his eyes were level with the summoner’s. “VIX,” he repeated after a moment of scrutiny. “IFRIT’S FIERY PASSION DOES NOT BURN WITH RAGE ALONE.”

“Err, it doesn’t?” He knew academically that some summoned creatures could be used for more than just battle. Even though he had a closer bond with Ifrit, the first he’d learned to call, he’d never really spent a lot of time considering what other uses he could put a twenty foot tall flaming horned giant.

The creature grinned widely, snorting hot smoky air over the summoner again. His cap was gone now, his fine blonde hair in utter disarray, and his red robes flapping around him in a disturbingly exposing manner. “MASTER VIX IS YOUNG! IFRIT WILL SHOW HIM.”

“Really, just Vix is- oh!”

The giant opened his mouth wider this time, breathing not only air, but also flames, which converged around the summoner. His clothes were charred to ashes and blew away on the cinnamon scented wind. Vix himself was unhurt, if shocked, and left holding only his staff. The flames suffused him with a warming glow that pooled in his groin, drawing a most unexpected response. He squeaked, shocked, dropping his staff to cover his burgeoning erection with both hands.

“I – er – what?!” he sputtered, feeling his own cheeks burning now. No one had ever told him about *this* in school!

“VIX NEED NOT BE SHY WITH IFRIT.” The giant reached out with his tongue, easily forcing aside Vix’s hands. Caught off guard again, he fell backwards, landing sprawled on the ground. Ifrit’s probing was surprisingly gentle. The tongue curled with unexpected dexterity around Vix’s shaft, enveloping him in rough, warm, moistness. The single lick left him even more flustered, flushing a crimson to rival his incinerated robes.

“VIX LIKES THIS?”

“Yes!” It was unexpectedly amazing.

“IFRIT WILL FINISH.”

He reached down, pinning the summoner with his massive hands. The giant’s skin, like the rest of him, was warm to the touch but Vix didn’t care. He was hot enough himself. The great head descended over his groin and Ifrit sucked and licked, faster as Vix's breathing quickened in response. Vix reached up, grabbing Ifrit’s horns to force himself deeper into the spirit’s hot and hungry mouth. He groaned wordlessly as the sensations overcame him, spraying his cum deep down Ifrit’s throat.

The giant gave him one last lick and stepped back, leaving Vix sprawled spent and sticky on the ground. His lips spread in a pleased grin as the magic binding him to that plane began to dissipate, and he slid a great hand down to the bulge that strained against his leather loincloth.

“MAYBE NEXT TIME, VIX WILL PLEASURE IFRIT!”

Elanya