Good Mage Robin

The story contains scenes of futanari on male and futanari on futanari. For those unaware — proceed at your own risk. The idea is taken from a mini-comic by the author dreamweaver.

Robin walked briskly along the dusty road. He very much hoped he would make it to Cromsklo before nightfall. He still had about twenty kilometers to go, but the young student of the magical academy of Varaz was completely confident in his abilities. Of course, swallowing dust for several hours on end wasn't exactly pleasant, but the other options suited him even less.

"I'd like to tear those peasants a new one with their rotten cart and old nag," Robin thought irritably and kicked a roadside

stone.

The dean of the fire magic faculty, Anna Elizaver, had sent him to the neighboring town for alchemical materials she urgently needed. There was only one village near the academy that supplied them with food. But Cromsklo was quite a distance away. The honorable duty was entrusted to Robin solely because he himself was from this town and knew the area well. He was sent off with two village men who were just about to head to the city. Everything would have been fine, but halfway there, a wheel flew off the cart and the axle broke.

One of the dim-witted men wanted Robin to use magic and fix the cart. And he was demanding this from a completely ordinary first-year student who had barely mastered the most primitive spells. It was quite possible that no spells existed at all that could make a broken axle whole again. Robin suspected that these rather stupid men had filled their heads with some tall tales about magic and now wanted to get a new axle and wheel for free.

When they received a firm refusal, one of the men had to trudge back to the village. Robin didn't want to go back, nor did he want to spend the whole night in that stinking cart. He decided to walk to Cromsklo on foot. By his estimate, there was still plenty of time.

For a whole hour and a half now, Robin had been trudging along the endless road, surrounded by a dreary steppe landscape. He was sick of the green hills with their sparsely growing trees.

— Aaaa… — a barely audible cry came from somewhere to the left.

"What was that, did I imagine it?" Robin thought anxiously and stopped.

Someone really was screaming, and calling for help at that. Robin looked back with alarm, but there was no one else on the road besides him.

— Damn, — Robin swallowed a lump in his throat. — Who could that be?

Hesitating for a few seconds, Robin took a magic wand from his bag and weighed it in his hand. It looked like a short stick with a pointed pommel made of low-quality silver. The most primitive model, issued only to beginners. It merely helped to concentrate and direct magical energy to the right place. But besides that, the "kind" Anna Elizaver had given him three charged crystals, which contained a decent amount of energy, just in case. That was a much more useful thing. If Robin could somehow manage without the wand, his own strength wouldn't get him far without the magic crystals.

Robin adjusted his grip on the wand more comfortably and set off at a light run towards the hills from which the cries were coming. First, he saw a couple of horses tied to a flimsy tree, and then two suspicious types who were trying to tie up something actively kicking. That something turned out to be a small green girl. And she was that color because she was a genuine orc. She periodically shrieked in a piercing voice and tried to bite her tormentors. Most likely, these two wanted to kidnap the girl and later sell her to slave traders, who appeared in these parts from time to time.

— What the hell are you doing here?! — Robin mustered his courage and said loudly.

Both criminals instantly turned towards the voice and stared with surprised eyes. They clearly didn't expect anyone else to show up. The first one looked quite sturdy, but with a decent belly. He had a huge mug with small eyes and an awfully wide nose. The second was short and strongly resembled a rat due to his long hooked nose.

— Get lost from here, it's none of your business! — the burly one with the belly said viciously.

Behind them on the ground, the tied-up girl was writhing and trying to say something, but because of the gag they had managed to stuff in her mouth, only loud mooing came out.

Robin was in such a situation for the first time and had absolutely no idea how to behave. On top of that, he was simply scared.

— Zhuk, look, he's a mage, — the second bandit with the hooked nose whispered into his buddy's ear. — He even has a wand!

— Shut up, I can see that myself, — the first one replied. — But he's still a complete snot-nose and probably can't do much.

Robin really didn't look very impressive. Although he was considered an adult, he looked much younger than his years. Right now, Robin really wanted to make an impression of a formidable and dangerous mage, but his cute round face and somewhat skinny build didn't fit that image at all.

Touching the pouch with crystals hanging around his neck, Robin demonstratively tapped the wand's pommel against his palm. He really hoped the gesture looked threatening enough. But he didn't dare speak again, afraid his voice would tremble badly.

— You heard what you were told?! — the short one said. — Get moving, before we take your toy away!

For some reason, Robin suddenly imagined these scumbags saying something similar to Elizaver, who was one of the strongest mages in the country. From these thoughts, a nervous chuckle almost escaped his chest. But to his great regret, he was still far from being the dean of the fire magic faculty. And to be honest, he couldn't do much at all.

"Alright, let's try this," Robin thought and pointed the wand at this pair of scumbags.

The pot-bellied bruiser just smirked crookedly and pulled a huge knife from behind his belt.

— Well, what are you gonna do? — the fatso said and laughed loudly. — You couldn't even singe my beard!

— For attacking a mage of the academy, you will definitely be found and punished, — Robin tried to scare them.

— But no one will ever know, — the bruiser said with a wide smile and took a step forward. — And we'll hide your corpse real good.

Everything inside Robin went cold; he really didn't want to get stabbed to death in a scuffle with some thugs. He clenched his teeth and tightened his grip on the leather handle. His eyes widened, a mental command flashed through his head. Magical energy poured from the charged crystals into his body and flowed towards the wand clenched in his right hand.

A powerful jet of fire erupted from the silver tip and shot towards the approaching bandits. The bruiser turned out to be quite agile: he instantly reacted and jumped aside. The flame hit the short one directly, who was following his partner.

— Aaaaa! — a piercing scream came from the man who was engulfed in flames from head to toe.

The bruiser just threw a sidelong glance at his buddy and charged at Robin with the knife.

Saving himself from certain death, Robin darted to the side and swung the wand, releasing another jet of fire. Tracing a wide, long stripe on the ground, the flame cut the bruiser off from Robin. The air smelled strongly of burning. The horses standing nearby neighed in fright and reared up. The flimsy tree couldn't hold, and they broke free from their tether.

— The horses! — the bruiser yelled, immediately forgetting about the mage.

He ran over to his partner, who was rolling on the ground, and helped him beat out the flames. Abandoning their prey and the mage who had interfered, the two of them rushed after the fleeing horses.

When the bandits disappeared from view, Robin wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed with relief. He had never had to throw fire at people before, and he really didn't want to take things all the way to a crispy, aromatic crust.

The orc girl's name was Dora; she had decided to take a walk outside the city by herself, where she had managed to run into a pair of bastards.

The orc settlement was located far off the road. It had appeared relatively recently. Of course, not only orcs lived there, but the green-skinned ones were in the majority. Sighing heavily, Robin decided to escort the green little one to her home. The bandits who had run off to catch the horses could still return, although Robin strongly doubted that.

Dora's mother turned out to be a plump orc woman named Brona. Hearing what had happened, she first thanked Robin, then immediately set about dealing with her disobedient little daughter. Robin was about to leave after this educational act, but Brona dragged him into her house, saying it was already too late and he should stay overnight with them.

When Robin took off his shoes and cloak, two tall young orc women appeared in the yard. As it turned out, these were Dora's older sisters. Although they weren't twins, they remarkably resembled each other. Both had quite pleasant, beautiful faces: wide chins, straight, full lips, and slightly mocking brown eyes. The only thing that distinguished them was their skin tone. The elder, Kalida, had a dark green color, while the second sister, Norin, had a lighter shade of skin. They were only three years older than Robin, but already their height was that of a tall grown man.

— We need to report this pair of slave traders to the local guard, — Norin said. — The one with the burnt mug will have a hard time hiding.

— So you're a real battle mage from the Varaz Academy? — the elder sister Kalida asked, slapping Robin on the shoulder with her huge hand.

— Actually, I'm just a first-year student, — Robin answered shyly. — I just had power crystals.

— Oh, don't be so modest, — Kalida smiled broadly and pulled the young mage close. — Not everyone can so cold-bloodedly finish off a man!

— But I didn't kill him! — Robin protested.

— But you tried! — Kalida remarked, and both older sisters giggled softly.

— Leave the poor boy alone! — the mother of the green sisters came to Robin's rescue. — He's tired from the road and must be very hungry!

The plump Brona led Robin to the bathroom, where he could finally wash off the road dust.

— Come on, get undressed, and I'll bring some hot water now, — Brona said, closing the bathroom door.

Robin carefully folded his clothes and let his gaze linger on his white underpants. He felt awkward in someone else's house and was very shy. After a couple of minutes, a breathless Brona ran in with two buckets of hot water and looked at Robin in surprise.

— What are you waiting for, take off your underpants too?

— Thank you, I can manage on my own from here, — Robin tried to smile.

But Brona didn't even think of leaving: ignoring the protests of the formidable fire mage, she pulled off his underpants and sat him down on a bench.

— He's lucky she didn't decide to bathe him together with Dora, — Kalida laughed nearby.

But Brona paid no attention to them at all: she silently continued to soap the head and skinny body of the young mage. Only with great difficulty did Robin manage to defend his right to wash his intimate areas himself.

After the bath, Robin had to put on an old shirt and pants belonging to one of the older sisters, as Brona had taken his own clothes to clean.

During dinner, Robin was asked many questions about magic and the academy where he studied. The rescued little one, Dora, especially pestered him, as she had seen the stream of flame created by magic with her own eyes. To calm her down, Brona had to threaten that she would still get it from her father, who would return in a couple of days.

When it was time to go to bed, Brona said that Robin would sleep in her older daughters' bedroom. Kalida would give up her bed to him, and she herself would somehow squeeze in together with her sister Norin. To Robin's surprise, the young orc women nodded their heads without objection and smiled strangely.

As soon as Robin and the orc sisters were left alone, Norin fished out a bottle of wine from somewhere.

— Mom wouldn't have allowed us at the table, — Kalida said and giggled, — but here no one will stop us.

The wine turned out to be very strong; Robin got tipsy after just a couple of servings. But Norin and Kalida could probably drink it by the mugful.

— But Brona definitely won't catch us? — Robin suddenly asked, coming to his senses.

— Nah, — Kalida answered. — Once she's asleep, nothing can wake her.

— By the way, our hero deserves a reward! — Norin declared joyfully.

— But you've already fed and given me drink, — Robin said.

— That doesn't count, the reward should be something special… — Norin smiled almost imperceptibly and glanced at her sister.

Kalida suddenly moved closer to Robin and stroked her large breasts, tightly covered by black leather.

— Want to see them? — she asked directly.

— Mhm… — Robin was very embarrassed by such an offer, but nodded his head, blushing to his ears.

Kalida slowly loosened the laces on her chest, then pulled off her short leather jacket and shirt over her head. Her huge breasts fell right in front of the young man's eyes.

Robin swallowed his saliva and stared at the pair of lush green tits with dark brown nipples.

— You can even touch them, — Kalida said in a half-whisper and weighed her incredibly attractive orbs in her palms.

Trembling with excitement, Robin reached out his hands and touched Kalida's warm mounds. The soft, tender flesh settled pleasantly in his palms. His fingers found the protruding nipples and gently stroked them.

— You're doing well, — Norin, sitting on the other side, whispered into Robin's ear. — Maybe you'll take care of mine too?

Norin also undressed to the waist, revealing to Robin's eyes her even larger breasts with large nipples. In shape, they most resembled ripe melons.

— Press your face against them and kiss them, — Kalida said and gently pressed on the back of Robin's head.

Switching attention from one sister to the other, Robin continuously kneaded their breasts, covered them with kisses, sucked on their protruding, excited nipples. He simply couldn't believe his luck; for this, he was ready to fight a dozen bandits.

— Come here, my pretty one, — Norin said, grabbing Robin by the cheeks.

She planted a long, deep kiss on his lips. Her tongue quickly penetrated Robin's mouth and began to explore. Then everything repeated with the elder sister Kalida. And at some point, Robin realized he was watching the sisters kiss each other. Seeing his confused look, they giggled and suggested Robin take off his shirt.

Finding himself naked from the waist up, the young mage felt somewhat awkward. His build was clearly not heroic, while the orc women could boast of strong muscles and excellent, defined abs. Robin consoled himself with the thought that these were simply features of different races.

— What delicate skin you have, — Kalida said, stroking Robin's stomach.

— So pleasant to the touch, — Norin giggled and pinched his nipple.

— Wow, what do we have here? — Kalida asked, pointing to the bulge that had been sticking out on Robin's pants for a long time.

She took