Ruby Mage

by Dan Raxor

  Those were generally around the lord’s manor, which in this case, a Viscount ruled Trimi. His estate was the tallest building the skyline held. Nearing the city center resulted in bigger stone buildings. As we neared the river it was as if we transitioned into a nicer section of town where fewer citizens ventured.

  There was even more organization here. Only stone homes, or large stone businesses were prevalent. A pigeon-like bird nestled on top of gargoyles and mini spires.

  The fortunate were displaying their wealth and I liked the feel of the city center. I didn’t hate Trimi, and it was likely because the guards forced people to toss shit into the river.

  There was a statue in the city center. A stage held three hanging bodies, two were full fey bobcats or something similar. Dangling dicks with spikes swayed with the bodies. Fey were so odd to me. To see them as a reality while dangling from a rope made me sick.

  Now that I gazed upon the mingled bodies on the road, I noticed there were more extra ears, tails, fur, and such giving away half-fey walking about.

  I even saw a full dwarf trudging with a hand cart behind him connected to a chest harness. He was moving some heavy metal pieces, grunting with each step.

  To say there was a lot to take in would be an understatement. Susanna grabbed my hand, leading me to a mini-castle.

  A sign hung over stairs that led to double doors.

  Trimi’s River Inn and More.

  “What’s the more mean?” I asked, nearing her to be heard.

  “I don’t know Trimi, but those doors are expensive, and the building is nice,” Susanna said as if that explained everything.

  We walked up the stairs with me in the lead. The single guard tapped on the door three times in a special way while we waited.

  The door creaked open. A woman with a clean face wearing a bonnet stuck her head out. “Can I help ya?”

  “Need a room and meal for the night. No animals to stable,” I informed her.

  She held up a finger and the door closed. A moment later she popped her head back out.

  “You got a signet or papers?”

  I danced flames in my palm, startling the guard. “Just the ability to turn men to cinder,” I said in a smug tone.

  “Master Mages may stay, five silver a night, or a gold for the penthouse. Lovely views—”

  Thank the heavens. That was magic to my ears.

  “Penthouse,” I said with certainty.

  After walking for three days my swampy balls and stinky feet wanted to feel fresh and clean. Plus I bet there were perks to the penthouse. I wanted my garb washed and a guide for tomorrow. Meaning special treatment was far more important than a gold coin, even if it was six times more expensive.

  Yeah, that part threw me for a loop. Fifty tin coins equaled a silver coin. Thirty silver coins equaled a gold coin. Sounded like 2020 math. Go figure.

  The doorkeeper held out a hand and I nodded to Susanna. She placed a shiny yellow coin in her palm that she bit. Upon her toothy inspection her eyes widened.

  “Tis too much. I –”

  “It’s enough. I’ve got more too. So tell the Madame or Sir who runs this establishment I need a fresh bath drawn and a guide ready in the morning,” I said sternly.

  She inclined her head, opening the door for us. The interior immediately informed us of what the more was.

  Gambling. The sounds of happy folks drinking and dicing created a loud echoing roar of enjoyment. I was shocked it wasn’t a whorehouse. I was certain the ‘and more’ meant sexy times.

  Well, there were dancers between tables of dice and scantily clad women serving drinks, but this was a casino hotel. I may have some kinky vices and odd quirks, but gambling was not one of them.

  I decided I liked Trimi infinitely more after viewing this.

  The relaxing nature of the folks dressed up in fine clothing was excellent to view. Men in robes, fancy jerkins with pants, and a few in light armor stood around the dice pits. They drank, joked, and enjoyed their wealth vanishing with groans mixed with the occasional cheers.

  Women were seated in booths against back walls, waiting for their men to finish gaming. This is what the wives of nobility and privilege experienced. Seating in a comfy spot, chatting with other wives while sipping wine.

  A few were drinking while pregnant, which helped explain things about Lornia, and I didn’t blame them. I was sure I’d want drinks if I ever swelled to the size of a house.

  We were led to the right side of the establishment where regular seating held waiting gamblers. The place was so busy the dice pits had lines.

  This area was an eating spot also as we passed tables with small portions being served. I saw a few parents without children.

  Actually, on a closer inspection there wasn’t a single young person in here. There was no squealing, or squalling of a baby, to pierce the din of people having a merry time.

  The hostess led us to a small counter all the way against the back wall. A man in fine linens with a small brimmed hat accepted the gold coin, also biting it. He smiled widely, listened to our requests, and handed the hostess a key before leaving.

  She waved us to a stone spiral staircase. We continued up the steps until my calves ached and my butt got a workout again. After passing three landings we stopped on the fourth, heading for a final door at the end of the hallway.

  The hostess finagled the lock before saying, “The pump is being primed now on the hot water. There will be fragrance and soap by the tubs. A dinner will be brought up by the servant trolley as well as a breakfast at sunrise. Enjoy your stay.”

  I was going to tip her when I was gently pushed inside. The door closed with Susanna locking it behind us. When the sounds of guide’s feet vanished, she grunted.

  “You paid too much, giving free coins away is not what a Master Mage would do here,” she said in a stern tone before quickly adding, “Master.”

  I waved off her concern, understanding her point but not caring. I wasn’t about to try to math twenty seven silver to equal an impure gold coin. They got a bit extra and that was the end of it.

  There was a foyer with a bench that was perfect for my tired ass. I slung my bag to the floor, and started removing my boots. A loud moan of pleasure escaped my lips when my feet were free.

  Finally. I’m so buying a fancy wagon.

  Wanting to see more of this expansive suite I decided to head deeper into the penthouse. The main room had a vacant fireplace with a low table around a big couch. A dining area on the right transitioned into a wet bar.

  The stone walls were devoid of any real decorations giving a barren feeling. Against the back wall a single door led to a balcony that had amazing views of the city and the river.

  For the first time in Lornia, I felt the magical nature of being a noble in a fantasy world. The city was beautiful in its own way. Stepping on the balcony meant horrific nose curdling smells from the river, but the view was great.

  I headed back inside and went right. Another room held a series of small beds, likely for servants. I opened the side room from this small space to see there was a shit chute with buckets of water near the closed lid.

  “Your bath is over here, Master,” Susanna said from the main room. “Do you need me to fetch you anything?”

  “Bathe yourself you stinky woman,” I said with a playful snicker.

  The main room had a big four poster bed with a few opulent dressers. Even the furniture in the mansion was not as nice as this. Another door led to a private balcony. Thin cutout windows held shutters, giving another great set of views. I left them for the bath, stripping as I went.

  Susanna’s naked ass was on full display as I entered, her swinging breasts and snapping hips gave me a delightful sight as she picked up my strewn clothes behind me. To be waited on by a sexy woman was divine.

  “I’ll ring a bell to have these washed, Master. Cost included,” she said proudly. It was clear she was happy with the fact we were in this fancy room.

  When
she went to a bell in the bathroom and rang it, there was the sound of a wheel turning. Beside the bell was a waiter door he opened, sticking the clothes in. He rang the bell again, and my clothes descended to somewhere.

  I didn’t care because the bath was steaming. I added real soap, the kind from the olden days. Deep down, I knew soap was probably insanely expensive here. Living lavishly was nice.

  A thorough soak left me yearning for some pleasure. I scrubbed my body, hearing Susanna already snoring on the bed. My poor escort had barely slept the entire trip here, guarding me with her life. I wasn’t surprised she cleaned herself thoroughly then raced for bed.

  Feeling like a man again instead of a forest creature, I dried off, heading to finally reward my brazen protector. When I flung the covers off, she stirred with a grin, closing her eyes as I felt her hand clamp around my soft cock.

  When I straddled over her middle, a single eye peeked open again. This was how it had to be done the first time. Her Master above her and in control.

  Her hands raced to grab my ass.

  A rapid wrist slap had her pouting.

  I grabbed one hand at a time stuffing them behind her head. “Do not move them,” I commanded and she nodded.

  I waited.

  “Yes, Master.”

  My lips met hers and we entwined our tongues. Our lips parted with me regaining some breath. Kissing down her body tasted like roses from the petaled water.

  I’m a sucker for boobs, meaning I may have licked those well-defined orbs while rubbing my fingers over her swollen clit for longer than was needed. My growing erection playfully smacked against her thigh while I suckled and teased.

  I devoured the sight of her soft, smooth breasts. She ran a hand through my hair while her hips were responsive to my light fingering.

  A trail of kisses down her firm stomach had me arriving at her swollen sex. This was the point I’d been waiting for.

  I kissed her inner thigh, plying her pink folds open. Her pussy glistened with desire. I stuck a single finger in and she moaned through a bitten lip.

  With a grin, I covered her clit with delicate kisses that transitioned into a gentle slow tongue flicking.

  “Master, my reward is… amazing. My little pussy loves this,” she managed between moans.

  I increased the pleasure I applied with a second finger, and a faster tongue twirling. Her hips thrust into my face and she was already nearing a climax. I had to assume she didn’t get her pussy licked with attentive detail very often.

  I also, didn’t want her cumming this way. I slowed my licking and extracted my fingers. She pouted when I stopped completely and flopped onto my back.

  Instead of complaining, she scooted between my legs to suck my cock.

  She obviously enjoyed the way my hips thrust from the pleasure of her blowjob. I thrilled with the control of the release. Most importantly, she liked stroking my big thick cock. There was something delightful in her eyes when she was twisting my throbbing dick in her hands.

  I could feel myself dribbling precum out.

  Savanna extracted my dick from her mouth to say, “Yummy. You taste different. In a good way.”

  I’d have no problem aiming the hot victory of my work all over her chest. Then again if she was a naughty girl, if she enjoyed the sampling, she might be the interesting type who swallowed.

  These judgmental things behind a closed door were what I wanted, and in this case, she wanted my huge cock in her mouth.

  She squeezed tightly, my cock pumping with anticipation. Her mouth barely fit around the tip and she was doing a great job of trying to put me in deeper. I’d scrubbed my cock extra clean, resulting in my tasting of roses.

  Stuffing my full dick in her mouth was challenging. I could see from her face she wanted to go the whole way, filling her mouth and throat. She tried and quickly gagged. While that was bad for a blowjob… it was going to be glorious once she became accustomed to my dick.

  With her lips pleasing only my tip she added her hands to her mouth motions.

  She went to two hands. My hips thrust, forward; I was absolutely loving this. When she moaned I slowed and gave her lips and mouth a breather.

  “Do you like your reward?” I asked with a teasing wink.

  The next few strokes were gripped extra tight and pulled on extra hard.

  That was one thing I’d learned early in my sexual adventures.

  “Grip it tighter,” I said. “You won’t break my cock with your hands, so get rough with it. Uh… no nails or teeth though.”

  “Yes, Master.” She moaned as she licked a dribble of pre-cum off my cock.

  It was delightful to watch the smile on her face as she tasted me again.

  The taste spurred her on. She was getting pretty horny by this point. I could feel her vagina swelling with wetness.

  I spun her so she was sideways. I used one hand to tease her pearl while she was sucking my cock.

  Getting carried away slightly, I had her soaking my fingers.

  “What does my servant want?” I asked.

  She moaned, likely nearing a climax. From my understanding she’d been without sex for months on his way from the north to the south.

  “Anything my Master desires,” she replied breathless.

  “I’m going to ease into you. Also, I will not cum inside you,” I said sternly. “I need to cum on your stomach.”

  “Yes Master.”

  I adjust us both. Laying her on her back. There was more pre-cum that I used to lube her. I mounted her and lined up my dick with her tight vagina. She was so fucking wet she dripped onto my cock.

  The tip teased her entry. To control the depth, I put two hands beside her while easing myself in.

  As my eager dick slid into her, she moaned out in pleasure.

  Christ, she was sooo tight. So amazing!

  I inserted to the point I could feel her stretching and paused. She bit her lip in a mix of pleasure and pain. This was her reward. I let her adjust.

  She slowly worked her tiny slit over my huge cock. I tried to go a little deeper each time but hit a tearing point. That was where I kept my thrusts to.

  In and out I went, loving the feeling of my big penis diving into her tight little pussy. Her moans increased with the tempo. She popped her hips, pleasing my cock, and bringing me into a euphoric groan. Watching her face, I could see her trying to control her climax.

  For a while we went into a rhythm of back and forth, in and out. We kissed passionately while we entwined and when our lips were locked we were moaning. The sex was amazing and I lost track of time.

  Eventually, I felt my balls pulsing, and I quickly dismounted. My cum shot up and over her head with the initial salvo. White seed spilled onto her breasts. She rushed down, slamming my cock into her mouth to suck the rest.

  A ball draining blowjob sent me into a shuddering final orgasm. My delicious cum stopped arriving so she gave my dick a final lick.

  “Get a towel, clean yourself, and then I’ll eat your pussy until you climax,” I ordered.

  She shot off the bed to do as he was told.

  “Yes Master.”

  Susanna swiped the jizz on her tits and ate it like the kinky woman she was.

  When she returned I spread her legs. Holding tight to her hips I drove my face onto her little pussy.

  “Your cock was delightful,” Susanna moaned. “Your tongue is divine.”

  I had gone a bit deep near the end, not that I felt the tearing.

  Ten minutes later she scissor-locked my head as she came with a loud shaking climax. The feeling was so amazing she spent minutes trying to uncurl her toes.

  After three long days on the road and another mind blowing orgasm. I went to sleep with the sun not even below the horizon.

  CHAPTER 15

  Lornia - Trimi

  216th day of the 1st year of King Partel’s Reign

  The early morning sun blasted down from the east revealing a city just waking up. Stray cats roamed, mercha
nts were on the move, and a few residents were out on their morning stroll.

  I inhaled a big whiff of a surprisingly docile city smell. The heat after the evening cool reminded me of a final surge before winter defeats summer. I wondered when the snow would start falling, only to be interrupted by a grumbling stomach.

  We’d received a single boiled egg with an apple for breakfast, leaving me famished. This Lornian diet was bullshit. When I asked for seconds Susanna judged me, resulting in me laughing for at least a minute.

  I was not a dainty man, I’d eat if I was hungry. So, we raced down the stairs with a young girl no older than ten hot on our heels.

  The young lady caught up to me outside, yelling that she was our assigned guide, and introduced herself as Sammy.

  “A food vendor?” Sammy asked.

  “Ya, like the kind that stand on a corner with yummy snacks for sale,” I said with a smile while wandering through the city ahead of her and Susanna.

  I felt alive and energetic; they glared at my exuberance funnily. “Surely there has to be someone selling food. The sun is up.”

  “Pastries on the west side, they’re expensive though. Silver—”

  “Let me worry about that miss stick figure, lead the way, on with you,” I said, pushing her east apparently, because she pointed the other way. “Fine, then go that way.”

  “You okay, Master?” Susanna asked, amused by my behavior.

  I smiled. “Delightful. Do you know what a man loves to do?” I asked.

  “Wet your servants body with seed?” she said and Sammy snickered until I glared at her.

  “No. Well, yes. I want to buy a vehicle. A nice vehicle is always fun to purchase. I was planning on riding horses hard to Clruss. Probably best for the next trip in a few weeks. That—”

  “My Lord, permission ta speak,” Sammy said, and I nodded. “Winter snows… they cloggin’ da road in but a month.”

  I frowned, twisting my jaw in thought. There was a massive difference between living in a heated mansion around four feet of snow and riding in a carriage during it.