Alaric Silvercrest
Calistra marched down the stairs, and for the first time in two years, I saw worry in her eyes. I could have confused it for fear, had I not given up on the hope of exercising the demon that possessed her. She was clearly still not the self she had been 2 years prior, though without alerting the populace to the change, there was nothing I could do short of pray for her soul. It was pitiful, I knew, but seeing this change, I had a moment of hope that the gods had answered my prayer. She walked to me, and quietly approached.
“H-Have you heard any news lately from around the town? Is something happening in the woods?” The question was out of her recent character, but it was an odd enough inquiry for me to assume it was still something to do with this possessed version of my daughter.
“There has not been anything to do with the forest, but I did hear of a roaming magician who was said to be coming to town soon. He’s well known for his tricks and illusion magic… Though I doubt that’s what you’re talking about.”
“What… What is the magician’s name?” she asked.
It seemed odd to hear her ask, as the fliers had been talk of the town and the castle lately. “The Great Mage Cali..” I said, repeating the words off of the flier that was in fact, sitting right next to me as she arrived. “He’s set to be here by tomorrow night, if word is to be believed. It does sound like he’ll be focusing on impressing the town with his magic, though I am sure we can invite him to the castle, if you’d like, princess.”
Her eyes seemed to bug out at the mention of the mage’s name. It was a bit similar to hers, so that might be something to do with it? Or maybe I had imagined it… I couldn’t tell, to be totally honest. I could tell that she was uncomfortable. “Where… Did you hear this news?” I held out the flier to her, and she paled even further.
“I… I see…” she stuttered.
“Did you see something in the woods to spook you like this, dear?” I asked, and she shook her head almost violently.
“Nope! Nothing! I just…” she quieted down slightly, and turned to walk away. I thought I could hear her say something about “Something missing” and with that confusing conversation over, I motioned for one of my attendants to come over. I asked him to get a hold of her maid.
The one person who hadn’t given up on my daughter was her maid. They were constantly in fights, and the princess had requested she be replaced several times over the last two years, but I held firm and said that she would only be replaced by my order, and that she as there for as long as I pleased. That had not gone over well. In fact, the princess had accused me of defiling the maid. And while I cannot say the thought of her in my bedchambers had not crossed my mind, I could and would say there had been no such consorting. Luckily this accusation had happened in private, as I would rather like to avoid the idea of the king falling for a maid getting stuck in any of the guard’s minds. Or the other maids for that matter. Though, none of them seemed to have any concerns when I questioned them about their expectations of my meetings with Regina. They were surprised to hear me call her by name, but assumed correctly that we were working to find a cure for our princess’ broken soul. It was no news to the castle staff that she had taken hostage one of the guards, and kept him in her closet. I refused to acknowledge the disgusting implications of such a truth, but I knew what she did from the gossip around the castle. Regina even told me about the man and when he was dragged into his own proverbial hell. His mind was likely ruined by this point anyways. No reason to steal him away, and doom another guard to such depravities. He’d been locked in there for a year and a half now. We had to provide his family with housing when he was known to be missing and assumed dead by the population of our town. Luckily the castle staff knew better than to spread the gossip of our misfortune. And we paid them well enough to avoid a leak.
Regina hurried over to the throne after several minutes of waiting. I couldn’t help the warm smile that crossed my lips as she looked in my eyes. One of the few staff who dared such a feat. “I’m glad you came. I just had the most interesting conversation with our princess.” I glanced around and lowered my voice as she came near. Paid well or not, I prefer the gossip inside the castle stayed at a minimum as well. “She asked about the forest. She mentioned something was missing, and then got incredibly flustered when I showed her a flier for the magician on his way into town this week.”
Regina nodded and asked “Do you want me to ask around town for something happening in the forest? If something is missing, a hunter or adventurer’s party likely knows a thing or two about it.”
I smiled, of course she would know exactly what I was asking of her. She knew me and the princess equally well at this point. “That, and if you could I would like you to get in contact with the Magician. Introduce yourself. Suggest you can get him a performance at the castle. If he seems safe, and harmless enough, please ask him if he’d be okay performing for the king in a private showing of his skill ‘to determine if he’s worthy of a full court appearance.’ I have some questions to ask him about his influence over the princess, and I think it should be done with some tact. You and I alone with him should be more than enough ears for now. We’ll keep the guards outside the door. Just in case…”
Regina smiled, curtsied and departed as quickly as she had arrived.
I already missed her smile.
Calistra Silvercrest
With a wave of my hand, a banner unfurled over the entrance to the town. It felt silly to make a spectacle of my own arrival, but the fliers had appeared in number without warning or distribution, and the sign felt like a logical next step. It simply said “Welcome Great Mage Cali, to Silverhold the capital of Aetherion!” And while it faced both inside and outside the gate, it mostly only surprised the people who were waiting to enter the city, as the guards directly underneath didn’t even notice as the banner dropped into place. I walked past the line, and bowed deeply to the guard opposite the one checking the papers of commoners. He was one of my personal guards once upon a time. I recognized his face, though he would never recognize mine now, so I pretended it was the first time. “I appreciate the warm welcome.” I beamed at the man. He cocked his head with confusion, and I pointed upwards. He had to physically take a step backward to read the sign, and his shocked face fell upon my hearty smile.
“That was… Not here a second ago.” He managed to get out.
One of the people waiting in line said “It just dropped from thin air!”
I was pleasantly relieved to have someone backup my magical slight of hand, as the guards seemed unsure of what to do with my arrival. “Don’t worry, I have no paperwork for entry, but I am well known, and ready to enamor your citizenry with magics of which they’ve never seen!” I handed a flier to the guard that matched the fliers that had been deposited around the city overnight while nobody was looking.
After a moment, my anxieties were fully washed away. “I… have been told to allow you access inside the walls of the capital, but you’re to perform your magics at the local tavern first and foremost. No trying to…” He pointed up at the sign. “No doing that around without permission. If you’d like to perform again after your first stop, you’ll need to get permission from your venue in advance. This whole mysterious flier thing only takes you so far.” He seemed grumpy about being told to let me pass.
Honestly, I figured it wasn’t him being grumpy, but mostly him putting on a show of strength for the common folk. It would be devastating if just anyone were allowed in to wreak whatever havoc they could concoct upon the populace without at least the threat of the guard being mobilized. I understood. Politics were what I was raised into, after all. I nodded and thanked him for his generosity, and then sauntered into the capital city through the same gate I had been turned away from less than 2 years ago. Aetherion was larger than the town surrounding it, but only due to the fact that it was very much a city, and the town was mostly just farmland and the occasional stream or road cutting through the lands. The town was mostly focused around the gates into the city, so that in the event of an invasion, the townsfolk could withdraw behind the city walls and be protected with the rest of the city.
It felt surreal after so long that the kingdom I called home, would soon welcome me home once more. But that was only step one of my plan. And I set it into motion the moment I vanished the tower. A few minutes of walking down familiar streets led me to the tavern the guard had told me to head to. He called it the local tavern, but the locals knew it as the rusty roof inn. Booze on the bottom floor, sex workers on the next two floors. The walls so thin you couldn’t fuck without hearing the cheering and singing of drunkards nor could you drink without the thumping of headboards against walls above your head. It had never been a place my father wanted me to go, but the stories of the rusty roof made it to all corners of the city. Which then made its way to the castle by maids, butlers, and guards alike. Though my maid had usually just complained about the place whenever it was brought up. “That’s no place for a young lady, let alone the princess!” She would say if I brought up anything relating to it. But look at me now. I was no young lady, nor a princess. I felt like this might prove to be an exceptionally exciting opportunity to further explore what may once again become my kingdom.
Outside of the rusty roof was the main marketplace. I had been here thousands of times. But this time was different. I was a stranger to the throngs of people. Through waves of crowds I was gently winding in and out of, I felt a small hand grab at my waist. I had no money. I had no coin purse even for them to take. But I’m not stingy, so I made one. I let their hand find it easily, before watching out of the corner of my eye as the street urchin ran off with my purse. I kept walking as if nothing had happened and I felt him look back towards me. As I didn’t stop to watch him, he was not stopping for fear I might realize his theft. Dale sat on my shoulder with a confused look in his eyes. After a few minutes I stopped to scry on the bag as the child opened it, showing Dale the scene as well through a a shared mental image. We could see their face from the surface of the coins I had made, thick gold from edge to edge. It was worth at least 4 times what the most expensive local coins would fetch. The look of elation on the child’s face was wonderful enough, but the comment his sister gave him when she realized what was inside… “Derek, we could afford to buy a house with that purse, and still have some left over to eat for months. Maybe years!… A-are you sure they didn’t see you?”
Derek shrugged and said “he didn’t look at me. I don’t know for sure though…”
I knew what Dale would say, if he could speak in the city. It would be along the lines of “You put a target on those children’s backs.” But It could be life changing if they handled it properly. And if I heard news of someone stealing the coins from those two, I would personally intervene. It wouldn’t be hard to make something in had conjured disappear. And that’s exactly what I would do if I scryed on the coins and they were all together under another person’s thumb. I wasn’t oblivious to the dangers I had put on the two, but the hope for their future seemed a good enough reason to give them a chance with it. Plus usually the person who would be most upset by children having stolen coins would be the person they stole from. I was more than happy to let them keep them! I smiled to myself as I ignored Dale’s worried glaring and entered the rusty roof. My good deed for the day. Now I can rest easy.
The air was stale, and smelled of vomit and sweat. The sounds of the building were hellish and disgusting. These were my people though, and this was where I was slated to perform. I noticed the stage to the right of the bar from the entrance. The bar itself sat in the middle of the room, in a small square of counter space while the stairs in each corner were peppered with scantily clad women and boys waving at the men drinking below. They likely each had a room to drag their drunken prey to and squeeze out whatever coins they could for a handjob or a quick ride. I bet most nights those coins even covered the cost of that room and then some. A few of them were actually quite attractive, which should not have been the shock that I found it. It seemed my view of my people was set at a lower standard than they deserved. I would have to make sure I was better about my ways of thinking.
A few more faces of guards that I recognized were sat around the bar. I put on an illusionary mask to hide my features, and made my way to a stool near one on the end. I listened as they ranted about working at the castle. They deftly maneuvered around criticism of the princess though. Despite everything I had seen of the monster’s behavior, they maintained a rather civil and relatively boring conversation. Mostly talking about “I can’t believe how the tables have turned that I would rather be at the front gate or the castle gates than where we came from.” Some of them heaved a drunken sigh and they all seemed to agree with some variation of the sentiment. Not once was the princess, or even what their previous position had been, brought up. Professionals through and through. I ought to give them a raise when all is said and done. Though they likely weren’t talking because of how well they were already paid by my father. It has to be more than that though. This was loyalty even heavy drinking couldn’t crack. These were Aetherians through and through.
“Did you need a drink, hun?” The bartender asked me, and I shook my head.
“A glass of water might be nice though.” I smiled gently at the woman. She was very pretty. The kind of face you wouldn’t expect to see at a place like this, much less working here. Again, my mind was putting standards to my people they were well too far above for my small mind to grasp. As she handed my the glass of water, I leaned closer and she leaned in in turn, smiling as if preparing to turn me down on an advance she was all too ready for me to make. “Do you know what time the performance was scheduled from that magician?”
“Oh is that what brought you in? And here I thought it was my good looks and charm.” She winked. “From what I could tell from the fliers all around, he should be starting any moment. But I really haven’t even seen anyone who looks like the face in the fliers. Maybe it was an elaborate prank? Maybe I did it to get more patrons in here to buy beer and ale…” She teased.
“I don’t think that’s the case.” My smile was all to wide at the flirty nature of our chat. “He’s going to be on that stage, right?” I pointed. She nodded and looked at me as if I was the weirdest person in her bar. I may have been, to be fair. I drank my water and made up an excuse to step away for a moment.
I found a dark corner where people weren’t likely to see me, near the toilets, and vanished from sight. Now I would start the party. It was time for my first show. I walked to the stage, began to emanate a faint breeze that slowly became stronger, and then I began to conjure smoke. It was not normal smoke, so it was fine to breathe, but I did make it dark enough to make the swirling winds look wild and erratic. Then the smoke and wind disappeared together as I snapped, dropping my invisibility at the same time from my place on stage. “Hello rusty roof patrons. I have heard this is a place that can appreciate some magic.”
A wild and raucous roar of the patrons boomed across the room as prostitutes and johns alike all began chanting “Magic! Magic!” And some said “Mage Cali! Mage Cali!” All the while the sounds of the chanting slowly faded, first by magic and then by nature as people realized the chanting around them had lessened, and they responded naturally by removing themselves from the raucous shouting.
Then I spoke again, letting my voice boom over the room with explosive power. “What would you like to see first? A display of power?” I let an explosion of fire rip out from under my robes, flying into the air and swirling together into a giant ball of flame that slowly evaporated into a point at the center of the ball, as the crowd stood in awe. “Or maybe something with more beauty and grace?” I opened a door in the wall where there was no door. In walked a unicorn. It stood by my side and I ran a hand down it’s mane as the door vanished again. Then I blew a kiss to the horse like creature and it whinnied. It reared on it’s hind legs before, like a balloon, it had popped, leaving only images of fluttering butterflies that flew around until they each poofed into nothingness shortly after. The crowd was enamored.
I felt silly casting such powerful magic in the hopes of making myself look like a simple performance artist. But I understood the balance of magic better than anyone but Dale at this point. In fact I probably knew better than everyone who lived in the capital about what magic was even capable of. They would see this and expect it to all be illusions and tricks. Nobody could conjure a unicorn without some trick of the light or a shiny illusion to make people see what you want them to. That’s how they would react. That’s how they had reacted. For the final act, I knew it has to be a good one. I had been going for about an hour and the whole bottom floor was stuffed with people who had heard the sounds of the crowd from the nearby market and found their way inside.
“It’s almost time for me to go, but I want you to see who invited me here for your pleasure. She may not like me, and she may not want to be tied to this act, but her invitation was the only reason I could be here.” The final illusion of the night, I bowed as I conjured the imagery of a person. My old body, floating down from the ceiling, towards the stage, but then changing course to fly around the whole room first. Her flawless smile and her perfect princess wave sent waves of cheers through everyone in the room but the guards who knew her, and one face that surprised me to catch in the midst of this seedy place; My maid. The illusion dropped to the stage in a perfectly choreographed move before running for me, vanishing as our bodies collided. I made a spectacle of the illusion being sucked into my body, though the imagery was likely lost on everyone but my poor maid who was now watching with a hint of fear in her eyes.
As the whole tavern rocked with cheers and requests for an encore, and so much else, I simply bowed a few times towards different sections of the crowd, and then vanished again, just as I had appeared. I watched the crowd spill into the now dark streets and found the face of my maid darken with worry. She stood still while the building returned to it’s normal activities, then after the rest of the visitors for my show had filtered out, she turned to follow. And I followed her. By the time she was out the door, I was in lock step. She turned her head back to the door over her left shoulder and I released my invisibility to her right. It took another four or five steps to notice my arrival, and she did so with a startled leap.
I smiled and gave a shallow bow. “Hello my friend.” I said calmly.
“You nearly startled me to death just now! And… Friend? Have we met before?” She pressed.
Shrugging, I smiled. “Need we have met for me to know you and I will be good friends in due time?”
“Honestly, I rather hope we would need know each other for such a belief, though I’m beginning to believe there’s more to your story than you’re letting on.” A soft sigh passed from her tired face before she simply said “I’m Regina.”
Of course she had a name, but hearing it for the first time under these consequences caused the briefest moment of regret to pass through my face. I pulled back into my default smile as soon as I realized. I nodded and provided my hand to her. “I’m The Great Mage Cali. My friends call me Cal. And you should too, my dear Regina.”
“And so of course I have to ask, Cal… All that with the princess at the end?…” She trailed off before finalizing an actual question. I knew what she wanted to know from the statement, but I played dumb for now. My shoulders arching into a frail shrug and my smile never breaking.
“I was told she was a beautiful angel as flawless in body as she is in soul.”
This proved to put a sad look on Regina’s face. “Once, I would have agreed.” She muttered, more to herself than to me. “Well, I can’t get you in to see the princess specifically, but I could possibly get you an audience with the castle court, if you’re interested!” She faked the enthusiasm and a smile, but I could see for the most part she had given up on this conversation.
I allowed surprise to take my face. This step might prove to be easier than I had planned for. “I couldn’t take such advantage of a new friend, Regina! I simply saw a question waiting on your lips when the show had ended and sought you out to share a conversation. A question I haven’t seemed to answer to your satisfaction, and now you’re inviting me to the castle? And besides, how would you provide such access?” Dale managed to find his way to me, climbing my robe to sit on my shoulders as I continued the conversation as if nothing had changed.
“I am a maid in the castle. I work directly for the king.” She said and again, the shock of the revelation was visible on my face. She continued “He had mentioned you were coming to the capital, and suggested I go and watch your magic. It was quite a bit more impressive than most magicians.. I think he would enjoy your spectacles quite dearly.”
A deep bow from both me and Dale who moved from my shoulders to my back with grace, then returned to my shoulders with ease as I returned from the depths of my bow. This, another spectacle, garnered a soft giggle from Regina. “I would be honored to perform for his Majesty.” I said in a humbled tone. “Thank you dearly for this potential opportunity. I knew we would be fast friends, Regina.”
She curtsied, and softly said “I’ll talk with the king, and have you sent an invitation. Where should I send the approval?”
“I don’t know where I’ll be staying at the moment. Maybe you know of a place with some decent accommodations nearby? I am… Unfamiliar with the area.” The lie grated at me more than it should have. I realized I had not lied to my maid for most of this conversation nor for most of my life under her care. She didn’t seem to notice or care, but she did have something else on her mind.
“I suppose it depends on the accommodations. There’s an inn nearby, where you can find a bed and a hot bath. Though, from where I first found you, you may be disappointed to learn there is no one to warm your bed available there.” She shrugged as if the idea was the most normal of necessities. She seemed to miss the deep blush I felt spreading across my face. “For that you’ll need to go to the brothel to the west of the castle. Or I suppose you could head back to the rusty roof if you want someone cheaper than you’ll find at a real brothel.”
“I… Appreciate your concern…” I squeaked out, rather uncharacteristically for the facade I had constructed. I realized I was beginning to react below my belt to the idea of being with someone for the night. I had not had company of the like ever, but since being in this new body, and staying in a new place, it seemed right to try a new experience… Right?
Regina simply curtsied once more and with a dangerous smirk of one reading her mark all too well, she asked “Shall I send the invitation to the inn and the brothel? It doesn’t seem as though you’ve made your mind up as of yet. That way, there’s no rush either way.”
I paused, then reluctantly nodded. “Thank you..” the deep red in my cheeks only worsening with her knowing face. She probably wouldn’t even send note to the inn unless it took more than a day to procure this approval from my father. And if he really had been interested in me, it was unlikely to take more than a day.
As she made her way towards the castle, Dale nudged my leg. I looked down at his face, only to meet a sly raised brow and a knowing look. “You too?!” I huffed, my face redder than an apple now. He was clearly saying he would wait outside for me when he took off into the alleys of the street. Alone, stiff, and anxious, I began making my way where I knew the invitation would be sent. ‘That’s the only reason I’m going there,’ I tried to convince myself. Suddenly my inability to lie flared up again in full force and my blush flared to life again. I would need to work on that… I trekked to the building with ease, having passed it on many occasions. My father has always flushed the same red when asked what the building was. I finally understood the feeling.
Inside, the brothel was gorgeous. The entry way was filled with paintings along the walls covered in a fancy wallpaper. The baseboards were all intricately designed with gold paint to emphasize their expense. The rest of the hall was no different, but the podium with a smiling girl was what caught my attention first. She waved me in.
“Hello sir! Welcome to the rosy cheeks.” The befitting name rolled off her tongue as if she said it a hundred times a day. She may have for all I knew.
“H-hello there.” I stumbled on the words.
She giggled softly. “Don’t worry. I get it. Is it your first time by chance? I don’t recognize your face.” She asked softly enough that it didn’t feel like prodding. I nodded slowly. “We have a wide variety of options here. Do you know your preferences?” She now prodded, though with the same gentle tact.
Thinking for a moment, my mind was blank. I know I had tried to play with myself a few times in the tower, but I had no image of a desired partner in mind at the time. “I can’t say I’m aware, to be honest.”
She nodded, “let’s start with the basics. Boy, girl, someone in the middle?”
“I… Suppose a man would be nice.” I blushed, remembering as I spoke that my deep voice was that of a man.
If she had any care at all about my preferences, she managed to hide it better than my magical mask ever could. Her face remained unashamed, and professional as she smiled and said “Sounds good! How about age?”
“I suppose somewhere near my own. Maybe 20-25?” I shrugged, realizing I wasn’t sure how old this body looked or worse, how old it truly was. I hope she thought my age range was in reference to my potential partner and not myself as I had more intended it before realizing the astounding stupidity of the comment.
The girl was unabashed and unreadable as ever while she said “top or bottom?” A look of horror came over me realizing that my choice of a man had meant intimacy would be… “Or both?” She smiled with the first hint of anxiety at my reaction. “You don’t have to choose only one, I suppose. Though both would usually come at a premium.”
“I… I think bottom… But…” I stuttered heavily, but she stepped in to save me quickly.
“Seeing as it’s your first time, I’ll put you in with Stephen. He’s.. comfortable with both. He’s a good leader though, so you can let him show you the ropes and if you feel like turning things around, he can… Help. No extra charge if you do decide to trade places for tonight.” She dawned the first blush I had seen on her rosy cheeks, and curtsied to excuse herself as she walked into the back to procure my prize for the awkward encounter.
A moment later, a burning hunk of a man walked towards me. My already stiff length grew further as he smiled at me in such a pure fashion. He stepped up to the side of the podium, and I almost didn’t notice the girl from before was standing behind him.
“What’s your name, doll?” He smirked. I got lost in his muscled chest before I could bring myself to remember what he had asked for.
“I’m Calis- Cal. Sorry.” My brain had slowed to a stop at the breath of fresh air before me. I had almost given my real name.
He held out a hand for me to take, and purred “Don’t stress Cal. I’m going to show you a good time tonight.” And I could barely keep my legs underneath me. As I touched his hand, he pulled me in close and with eyes locked as he held me in his arms, his smile simply melted away my inhibitions. I needed this. I happened to look over his shoulder for a split second as we rounded the corner of the stairwell. The receptionist had a steamy look of lust on her face as well, lib bitten and a much darker red than I had last seen her. She winked at me as Stephen practically carried me up the stairs.
He lead me up the stairs behind the podium to a locked door. A key around his neck was the only thing he wore above his waist. It clicked into place, as he bent to the handle, to avoid removing the chain from his neck. Bent in half to reach the lock, his round butt pressed into my hips, and I could feel him leaning into my hardened member. Then once we were both in the door, he tossed the key to a dresser anyways, letting me know for a fact that he had only bent over for my benefit at the door. I watched as the door quickly shut behind us and lock with a click.
I turned back to Stephen to find he no longer wore anything below the waist either. The man was massive in every metric. His muscles rippled as he strode towards me. His soft cock swinging back and forth between steps like a metronome, bringing me into a trance. He rested a hand on my shoulder, and I sunk to my knees without question. He smiled and pulled my robe off my my frame, then his length moved on its own. The 8 inch python began to solidify. Then magic well beyond my knowledge had begun to happen on his body. I didn’t think it possible, but his tool grew at least another 2 inches as it hardened. It slowly rose while I stared in frozen shock. Then it tapped my chin. I breathed deeply with my eyes shifting between his beautiful cock to his gorgeous eyes, then moved back enough to let the tip pass my chin and level with my lips.
Then I gave him a kiss.
He moved his hips gently forward and I opened my jaw to let him pass through my lips. I tasted his warm precum as he ran a hand through my hair with a gentle encouragement and a deep, sexy moan. I began to move my head forward and back, pulling him deeper with every rock of my head. Finally he hit the back of my throat and I was only half way down his rod. Determined, I swallowed and felt his member go deeper, and watched as his pubic hair tickled my nose. I sat for a second, my eyes looking up into his and he bit his lip with lust.
“Sarah said it was your first time, but I find that exceptionally hard to believe.” He said as I pulled my head back, tears filling my eyes from the massive intruder within my throat. A need washed over me and I continued to bob my head on him. I realized I was emulating my own body when I had last seen it in person and the few dreams I’d had of the same nature since. But this was MY needs. I wanted to taste every inch of him. And yet after a minute of sucking down to his base, he pulled back, lifting my head by my chin, until I stood before him again, eye to eye. “I can’t have all the fun,” he purred.
I wanted to tell him I needed more of him in my mouth, but my words failed me, as he pressed his lips to mine and my mind went blank. He could do whatever he wanted with me. Who am I to complain? My pants fell to my ankles due to his swift and nimble fingers, as he pushed a tongue between my lips. I moaned softly and he ran a finger up my length, slowly. Then his tongue retreated and I felt myself pout.
He gave a gorgeous smile, and wrapped his nimble fingers around my shaft. Gently pulling me closer by the handful he had grabbed of me, he had me spin towards the bed without releasing my much less impressive length. He stroked me with one hand, as he leaned me forward with the other hand firmly splayed on my back. I followed his lead eagerly. He then moved the hand from my back to my mouth. He pressed two fingers between my lips. “Suck” he said firmly, and my lips closed around his digits. His enormous cock had found its way between my legs and was sticking out below my own. I licked and sucked his fingers as he slowly stroked me. Then he pulled his fingers free of my mouth. I saw nothing but my legs and his hand working it’s magic on both of our erect cocks between the bed and my own flat chest. Then I felt a pressure. One digit pushed inside of me in a way I had not been expecting.
I should have expected it. I should have known this was the bottom I had requested. But the digit working it’s way into my rear was as shocking as the second meeting the first, pressing deep into me. I found myself moaning deeply and I pushed my body back into his magical hands. I felt the fingers spread and stretch me, while this other hand slowed it’s stroking, maybe realizing how close I now was to release, he let his own twitching member flick up into mine while he played with my tip ever so gently.
The fingers from behind were there for an upsettingly short duration before they slowly pulled themselves free. I looked over my shoulder just in time to see those fingers enter his own mouth. With a wink, he spit on them, and brought them to his own member, stroking himself just as slowly as he played with mine. Then he adjusted behind me and I felt something thicker than fingers pressing up to me from behind. His hand that had released my shaft was instead grabbing my hip. Pulling me back, the pressure increased until I felt his head pop into me with a shockwave of pain. I yelped and he leaned down to my ear. “Let me know if you need me to slow or stop.” He whispered.
I shook my head silently and he pulled on both of my hips, sliding another inch deeper. My body slowly loosened for him as he rocked back and forth, going deeper with every thrust. I heard the moans from my lips turn to screams of pleasure as I buried my face into the blankets. One hand on my waist, and the other on my shoulder, he expertly filled me until I felt his hips bounce off my second set of rosy cheeks. I could feel him deep inside me, and I began to push back against him with every thrust, doing all I could to feel every inch of his massive length. We rocked together like that for several minutes as I built to an explosive orgasm. I bit into a pillow and screamed into the feathers as the bed below me became coated in a sticky white layer of my own making. It was the first time I had experienced the sensation as a man, and I could not say I was not blown away by the ecstasy of it.
He began to slide out seeming to think I was content, but I grabbed his waist, pulling him back into me before he could. “Please… Finish inside me.” I begged. The words seeming to form on their own, but the need was deep and evident in my voice. I turned to see his reaction. He nodded, but pulled out anyways. Before I had a chance to whine, he turned me around and laid me down on my back, in my own mess on the bed. My legs were over his shoulders in a moment and I felt him push back into me with a single deep thrust. My pleasure doubled as he began to thrust again, quicker than before and hitting all new areas within me, all equally as deep. I moaned loudly, no longer biting into anything as the pleasure overwhelmed me again. He increased the pace consistently over time.
He leaned over me, moving my legs into an impossible position to lean down and kissed me roughly, hips still pumping fervently and my legs over his shoulders. I screamed in pleasure into his mouth as a second orgasm rocked my body, I tightened around him as he smashed himself deep into me and stayed still for a moment. I felt his behemoth twitching inside me and warmth spread deep into my body as I held him tight in my arms. Every twitch of him or his cock sent a shock wave through me similar to what I had felt in my previous form after masturbation, but much much stronger.
We both stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing together. Every so often he would twitch again, dragging another moan and a convulsion from my own overwhelmed body. I felt him soften, but he did not withdraw. He did however, kiss me deeply. His tongue probed my mouth like his cock has done my ass. I convulsed again, the puddle of cum between us had since begun to drip down my waist to join with my first puddle on the bed. Then after what seemed like not nearly enough time, he pulled from me and I convulsed one last time at the sensation, with one final spurt of cum all the way up my chest.
The next feeling I had was dripping. He leaked from me as my body struggled to close the stretched hole he left in his wake. I could hardly think. I could barely breath. I managed to meet his gaze and the longing in his eyes matched mine.
“Can we do that again?” I heard the words leave my mouth before my brain could even process what my body was now feeling.
I looked down at the right time to see his cock twitch at my words. “That was… Incredible.” He said between breaths.
I shook my head. “But I want more.”
His cock began to swell again. After all our time spent connected, it seemed he had recovered mostly while still buried inside me. It almost made me wish he hadn’t pulled out at all. Using his own cum as lubricant, we continued our passionate night of lust.
The next morning, I conjured several coins and left him well over compensated for my pleasure. I made a point of stopping my robe from cleaning me as it normally would until I had gotten to the door front door of the rosy cheeks. I wanted to feel his seed running down my leg. And it did, pooling the sticky white substance over my bare feet as I walked from the room, leaving my pants for him as a prize for bedding me. The same girl was at the front desk, as I walked by on my way out.
“Did you have a pleasant night?” She said with a knowing smile. “I only hear raving reviews of Stephen. I’m a bit jealous, to be honest.”
I blushed and asked “Do you have any letters for me?”
The girl nodded and handed me the purple envelope.
I began to hobble to the front door, biting my bottom lip as I turned back to see her staring at my legs covered in his cum. She was clearly more than a bit jealous of my night. I couldn’t blame her. What a ride.
I walked into town, a new pair of conjured pants under my robe, and a sore backside. Dale had found me shortly after leaving the brothel, and had given me a look as if to ask how my night had been. I simply glared and he hopped on my shoulder with a knowing smirk. I didn’t think I was walking that much different… The town didn’t seem to notice, or care.
After getting ‘lost’ in the city for a while, I found myself walking through the market. I saw a face that was familiar between two stalls and stopped to wave at him. I smiled at the child, but his fear was palpable. I thought it best to ignore him for now. He could thieve away to his heart’s content for all I cared. Though he would likely not achieve the same results with anyone else. Dale pawed at my ear from his spot on my shoulders as I began making my way towards the center of the market. I looked towards Dale, and caught the same face looking at me again, but closer this time. He seemed scared still, but more ready to say something. And… In his hand was the same pouch I had conjured for him, outstretched to me, as he looked worriedly up at me.
“I-I’m sorry.” the stuttering child got out. I smiled, noting that he had only taken one of the coins from the pouch before returning it. There were still 24 left. He was quaking with fear and I reached out to take the pouch from him, still smiling.
“Thank you for finding my coins.” I made sure to keep my smile soft and authentic, then said “But why are you sorry?” I tipped my head to the side slightly, so he could see I was not threatening him in any way.
“I was the one… Who took them.” He whimpered, his voice trailing off quickly as he admitted his guilt.
“Yes, I know.” my smile remained while it was his turn to cock his head in confusion. “You can keep them, if you need them, dear. I have magic, and need no gold to fuel it.”
Now his eyes were the size of pool balls. He was tearing up and his confusion had only grown, but as I plopped the bag back into his palm, he realized I meant what I was saying. “You… You aren’t mad at me then?”
“Derek, I saw you and your sister grinning from ear to ear talking about what you could do with this money. Why limit yourself to the one coin. Go buy that house.” I reached behind his ear and conjured a new coin. This one was different. It was wooden, with a rune of communication on it. I placed it on top of the bag of gold and said “And this is your guarantee that the money is yours.” I watched as he picked it up separate from the bag, that was now being slipped into his pocket carefully. “If you ever have someone try to steal your gold, or you end up being unable to spend it for any reason, you put this right where I got it from.” I gently tapped a finger to the spot right behind his ear. “And you call out for Cali. I’ll do my best to come and help you as soon as I can.”
At the first mention of his name, his mouth was agape, but as I continued, the fear and anxiety of the moment washed away and was replaced with a wonder and awe that seemed unwarranted, if I weren’t handing him a cushy life in a magic pouch. “Th-Thank you?” he practically whispered.
“What is your sister’s name by the way?” I asked the boy.
“Her name is Fiona.”
“Derek and Fiona. I’ll remember you through this life, into the next, my dears. And feel free to give me a call even if you don’t need anything. I want to hear when your lives are in a better place too.”
“So then… It wasn’t you who set the city guards after the ‘thief child’?” He inquired.
“No. And I don’t like the sound of the guard being used for something so petty. If a child needs to steal to eat, it’s better he steal than starve. I’ll do my best to fix this wrong someday, but for now, stay safe and try to avoid stealing for a while. You certainly have the means now.” I winked at the child, and turned to leave.
“I… Thank you!” I heard the voice raise with confidence from behind me. I waved back over my shoulder, and walked on.
Derek and Fiona were not part of the plan, but maybe they could make something of themselves. I did hope to see them again. Hopefully under less pressure to survive next time.
Dale pawed my ear and whispered softly enough nobody could hear but me. “I hope you know what you’re doing. People knowing that money can be created from nothing is no trivial thing. If they tell their friends… or the sales person they use the coins with…”
Clearly I agreed, and understood the problems of this conundrum, though I hardly worried that children who had stolen a bag of gold would be running around the city telling people of how they had acquired it, even after my speech.
Fiona Slivero
Derek was telling me what had happened, but I still couldn’t believe it. “What do you mean he just gave you the gold back? People don’t just GIVE gold to peasants. And they sure don’t give it to a peasant who stole from them! Did you just not even try?”
He looked indignantly at me, and remained firm in his retelling of what was clearly a tall tale. “He gave me the gold back! He had the bag in his hand, and then put it back in my hands after telling me he knew I stole it… I don’t get it either, but that’s how it happened! I swear on the old gods and the new!”
I paused and looked at the wooden coin. “How did you say you’re supposed to use that? I’d rather like to talk to this magic man.”
Derek broke down the way it was supposed to work, and I shifted uncomfortably in place, deciding if I wanted to follow through with this communication. It took a while of struggling to believe that anything would happen at all, mixed with even more struggling to believe that Derek would lie to me about something so important. I sighed and resigned myself to being in as much trouble as he was, given he had supposedly told this magician my name. It’s fine. I’ll just have to skip over my brother and go straight to the source.
I pressed the wooden coin to my head just behind my left ear, and I felt something odd happen.
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