by Eden Redd
Freya looked up with an annoyed gaze. “I’m not paying you for your advice.”
The witch’s smile faded for a moment. Freya turned the pages until she saw a busty gray ghost. Thoughts floated up of Freya having another female to talk to and tell her dirty secrets. Devva and Paula were there but she didn’t trust them as far as she could throw them. Having another girl around would be a nice change of pace. Looking down under the ghost, Freya noticed abilities written underneath like energy drain, possession and invisibility.
“I want that one too.” Freya ordered.
“Two familiars can be expensive…..”
Freya pulled out her inheritance and placed it on the counter. “I think you mistaken me for the common rabble. I am Freya Kilborn and I want two familiars, today. Or should I go to someplace else?”
The ink witch held her tongue as she gently pointed with an open hand to one of the plush chairs in the back of the shop. Freya gave a smug look as she walked over and took a seat. The witch moved to a case and pulled out her needles and inks. Stepping over, she placed them on a small table. The witch pulled out a small three legged stool and looked to the woman in her chair.
“Some of the best places to ink a familiar is on the arms or back. Where do you want to start?”
Wicked thoughts spilled into Freya’s mind. She looked to the ink witch as her own hands took hold of her short black skirt. Lifting it up, Freya spread her legs, revealing she was not wearing any underwear. The ink witch looked down with half closed eyes and a raised eyebrow.
“I want the elf on my inner right thigh and the ghost on the inner left thigh.” Freya said simply.
The witch gave a hesitant nod. Turning to her tools, she began mixing her inks and readied her needles. Freya sat back like a harlot queen, legs open for the witch and world to see. A needle pressed against the tender inner thigh and punctured the upper skin layer. Freya didn’t wince as pain bloomed. The ink witch dived into her work, ignoring the rude young woman.
Hours passed as Freya sat. Terrible images played out as she pictured her mother lying dead somewhere or being violated by monsters. Freya felt a deep satisfaction if those events took place. An image of her step dad floated into her mind and her heart dripped with annoyed acid. Rickard was a nice man to Freya and her mother but he was too easily walked on. Freya would get disgusted sometimes as he stayed home while his wife went out to meet men. The man had no backbone and thought everything was fine all the time. It drove Freya crazy sometimes but she eventually got over it, especially when he showed her attention while mother was out. Rickard would shower her in gifts and take her out. Freya would never say no and loved the attention. It wasn’t until she became a full grown woman that he would look at her from the corner of his eye.
Needles worked their magic as Freya thought further about her step-father. The more she caught him looking at her, the more she teased him. One morning it would be Freya walking in a T shirt and panties. Other times it would be Freya bending over so he could get a full view of her plump round bottom. The young woman loved to tease but Rickard would look or walk away. She could feel his embarrassment and she preyed on it.
“You’re finished. It will take an hour or two for the ink to settle in…..” The ink witch was cut off.
“Thanks.” Freya said rudely as she stood up, nearly knocking into the witch.
Without so much as a goodbye, the young woman walked passed the witch and left the small shop. The afternoon sun beamed down on the cobbled streets. Freya winced a few times as surges of magical energies interwove with her tender flesh. The ink under her skin stirred and pulsed. Freya ignored the sensations as she walked. Her eye caught the swinging sign to a book store. Smirking to herself, she walked to the entrance. If she was going to attend the Shadow College, then she was going to need a few books to get herself started.
The door gave a gentle creak as the short raven haired woman stepped inside. The place appeared almost abandoned. Dust motes floated in the air as books stood motionless. Freya stepped in closer when a young man stepped from around a corner with an open book in his hands. Freya stared as he continued to walk without a hint of knowing she was there. The young woman was ready to throw a fit when she gazed at the book clerk. He had a boyishly handsome look with board shoulders. The mere act of him not noticing her made Freya look at the book he was reading. Gold letters against a brown leather cover spelt out “Poems of the Fallen Heart”.
“Poetry.” Freya whispered.
The young man’s eyes looked up from the worn pages to see the short woman smiling at him. As if realizing where he was, he shut the book closed and nearly dropped it as he let his hand fall to the side. Freya watched as he grabbed hold, straightened himself up and smiled at the beauty in front of him.
“Oh…Hi! My name is Trystan. How can I help you today?” The young man stammered.
“I’m looking for beginner books on shadow magic.” Freya said and licked her lips at the end.
The young man nodded and started walking down an aisle. Freya followed and after a few feet they stood in front of a shelf with black books. Freya continued to stare at Trystan as he ran his finger along several book spines.
“This shelf has many books on shadow magic. I would stay to these two shelves for the beginner stuff.”
Freya stared at his tender neck and pictured herself nibbling on him. “What about the lower shelves?”
Trystan looked down and leaned over to get a better look at the book spines. “These shelves contain some potion making and spells to speak to spirits. I think they are part of the Shadow College curriculum but I cannot say for sure.”
Freya stared at Trystan’s firm butt and kept talking. “Any you would recommend?”
Trystan stood up and put a finger to his chin. “I can’t say with any authority. Shadow magic isn’t really my thing.”
Freya eyed Trystan’s collar bone. “What is your…..thing?”
Trystan turned to her and smiled. “Elemental magic is pretty interesting.”
“Have you learned any spells yet?” Freya found herself drinking him in more and more.
Trystan continued on without noticing. “I know a few spells. I’m trying to make time to learn more but you know how it goes.”
Freya nodded as a warmth filled her belly. “I haven’t decided which college I’m going to attend. The Shadow College seems to speak to me but I don’t know any spells. Maybe you can help me with learning a few?”
Trystan nodded and smiled. “Like I said, I don’t know much about shadow magic but I could help with the basics. It is pretty easy once you get the hang of it. I only know one spell really well and that is turning water into alcoholic drinks.”
Freya’s smiled widened. “That sounds like a fun spell. You seem like a fun guy.”
Trystan’s mouth crinkled into a nervous smile. “Fun guy? Not really. I’m more of a stay at home and read type of guy.”
Freya moved in closer, maintaining eye contact. “Maybe we can get together one night? You can make drinks and we can make some magic together?”
Trystan smiled but his eyes shifted away. “Um…yea…sure…..that sounds fun.”
Freya leaned in as if she was inhaling fresh meat. “I will take a few books on shadow magic and one on potions. Do you work here most of the time?”
Trystan nodded. “Yes, I’m here most days.”
Freya took a deep inhale of Trystan’s scent and then backed off. “Good.”
Trystan stood awkwardly, a silence falling over them.
“I will take those books now.” Freya said with a playful gleam.
Trystan woke from his day dream and quickly turned to the shelf. He began pulling books off the shelf and holding them. Freya watched with hungry eyes as he fumbled along with several books to the cash register.
A short time later, Freya walked out of the bookstore with four books under her arm and Trystan’s phone number in her cell phone. The young woman couldn’t stop thinking abou
t the innocent looking book clerk as she made her way home.
Afternoon bled into evening. Freya lay on the couch, reading and flipping pages. The spasms between her legs had settled and she could lay comfortably. The young woman was leafing through the potions book when the front door opened. Freya peered over the side of the couch to see Rickard walk in.
Tossing the book aside, Freya was to her feet and running to him. The older man had a touch of gray at his temples and kind eyes as Freya threw her arms around his neck. Rickard hugged her back and held her close.
“Good to see you. Where’s your mother? I was thinking of the three of us going out for dinner.” Rickard said.
Freya held him a moment longer before loosening her grip and taking a step back from him. “I have something to tell you. We should sit down.”
Rickard looked to Freya and showed his full attention. Both walked to the kitchen and sat at the table. Rickard had a look of fearful surprise written into his brow. Freya herself was calm and ready to tell him the good news.
“Mom left for good. She told me yesterday that she was leaving and didn’t have the heart to tell you.” Freya said while trying to hide her smile.
Rickard’s shoulders sagged. A hurt and lost expression filled his eyes. “I wish I could be completely surprised. She had been very distant the last few months. I thought we were just going through a rough patch.”
“I think it is better this way. You were too good for her anyway.” Freya finally let her smile show.
Rickard looked up to Freya’s smiling face. “It doesn’t bother you that she is gone? Did she tell you where she was going?”
Freya shook her head. “No. She only said she was leaving and make sure to tell you.”
Rickard was silent for a long moment. “What are you going to do now?”
Freya tilted her head. “What do you mean?”
Rickard hesitated as if he was trying to carefully choose his words. “Now that your mom is gone, do you have any plans?”
“Plans?”
Rickard sighed before speaking. “Since your mom is gone I figure you would be leaving next. There is no real reason for you to stay here with me.”
Freya’s eyes widened a little. “Why can’t I stay here with you? With mom gone we can be happy. We don’t need that harpy.”
“Freya, I’m not your dad. It would be strange if you stay with me. You’re a grown woman. I will give you some time to get yourself in a new situation but I don’t think it would be proper if you stay here with me.”
Freya felt her heart crack. “But I can stay with you. Who cares what anyone else thinks. We can stay together and be happy. I can treat you better than mom ever could.”
Rickard gave a gentle smile. “You have been a joy these years we spent together. I’m sure we can still meet for dinner or weekend plans but maybe now is the time for you to live your life.”
Freya’s hands clenched. “I don’t understand why you’re acting like this? Mom has treated you like garbage for years. Now that she is gone, you’re going to throw me out as well? I’m nothing like her! We can finally be happy.”
Rickard tilted his head, shadows covering his eyes. “Take some time but you will have to leave, for both of our benefit.”
Freya stood up and glared at Rickard. He couldn’t look her in the eye and that only infuriated the young woman further. Freya stormed off to her room and slammed the door shut. Breathing heavy, she marched to her bed with her elven dolls sat. Hand swiping out, she knocked them to the floor. A twisted rage consumed her as she scooped up a stuffed elf. Fingers digging into fabric, she tore it to pieces. White puffs of stuffing floated to the floor.
Internal energy whipped about as Freya threw herself onto her bed. There were no tears, only a seething hatred for her mother, Rickard and the whole world. A smoking mist flowed from between her thighs. Freya turned onto her back and sat up, legs spread. The young woman watched as two streams of mist floated up and poured into the middle of her room. A moment later, the smoke parted and a dark elf stood in the middle of the room. To the right floated a gray busty ghost. Both bowed their heads before their mistress.
“Good evening, Mistress.” The dark elf said soothingly.
Freya’s storm of emotions flowed into a deep calm. She eyed the two familiars as she quickly pushed away all the wrongs in her life. The dark elf stood nearly naked except for a metal loin cup and a whip at his hip. The busty gray ghost hovered in tattered clothes. Even in her ghostly form, the tatters seemed to hug her in all the right places. A fire burned deep within Freya as she gazed on her familiars, her new children. They would always be loyal. They would never run away. Now she had to know if they were obedient.
“My dark elf and my ghost. Bend a knee to your mistress.” Freya said with a wicked smile.
The dark elf bent a knee. The ghost floated down and did the same. Freya felt a rush of power as she delighted on the possibilities.
“What shall I name you both?” Freya tapped the side of her cheek.
The dark elf and ghost stayed where they were.
Freya looked down at the ripped up stuffed elf and remembered its name. “I will call you Loc.” Freya said to the dark elf.
The white haired, dark skinned elf bowed his head further. Freya looked to the ghost as she stayed on one knee, her face a mask of sadness.
“I shall call you Cyn. I can’t wait to do bad things with you.” Freya smiled.
The ghost nodded.
“You can both rise.”
The dark elf and ghost stood up and looked to their mistress.
“Your mistress has had a hard day. People have mis-treated me.”
“Show me who has wronged you and I will make them bend their knee to you.” Loc said with conviction.
“They cannot mistreat our mistress.” Cyn said in a sad low voice.
“I’m happy we see the same.” Freya said delighted.
Holding power over her familiars charged the young woman with comforting sensations. Freya loved to control others by making them do what she wanted but she could feel that her familiars had no choice in the matter. Again she wanted to test it.
“Since I am your mistress, will do you anything I say? Will you please me any way I wish?”
“We live to serve.” Loc said with his own wicked grin.
“We live to serve.” Cyn said with eyes cast downward.
Lustful thoughts rolled through Freya’s mind and her body responded to her new power. “I want to feel better. Both of you, undress.”
Loc touched the side of his belt. The metal loin cup slid into the belt, his dark member spilling out and hanging. Freya stared as it was already half hard and veins emerged along the shaft. Cyn tilted her head and her ghostly tatters faded away. Large ghostly breasts hung unassisted. A white triangle of hair covered her undead sex. Freya was pleased.
“Undress your mistress.” Freya commanded.
Lock and Cyn moved forward. Ghostly hands pulled at Freya’s shirt while thin slender fingers pulled at her short skirt. A moment later Freya was naked and wetness glistened between her legs. Loc stared at his mistress with evil and hungry eyes.
“Get on your knees my dark elf.” Freya said with wide knowing eyes.
Lock bent down to his knees. Freya stayed on the bed, her legs open to her familiar. The dark elf made no move to get closer and waited until he was commanded. Freya let him stare, letting his hunger build more and more. The control was intoxicating. The young woman wondered why the rest of the world couldn’t be this easy. How wonderful it would be if everyone simply did as they were told.
“You may lick your mistress.” Freya said to the dark elf.
Loc moved his face between his mistress’s tender inner thighs. A long pointed tongue snaked out and ran along Freya’s thin line. Mistress looked down at her dark elf as he buried his face into her sex, tongue grazing her throbbing nub. Freya let out a soft coo. She traced a finger along a pointed ear.
Cyn floated, nak
ed and silent.
“Stroke Loc. I want his elfhood fully hard.” Freya said almost dismissively.
Cyn floated down and took hold of Loc’s member. The ghost stroked the elf slowly, ectoplasm emerging from her hand acting as a lubricant. Freya was impressed and gasped as Loc worked her clit. The room felt warmer to Freya. She moved her hips slightly as the dark elf continued to work his magic.
Thoughts spilled into Freya’s mind of Rickard and how tainted he had become to her. A mad heat bloomed and Freya wanted to feel better. Taking hold of Loc’s hair, she pulled at him to stand up. The elf stood, his member hard and pointing up. Freya glided her fingers over it for a moment before she lay back. Hand pulling her familiar onto her, the dark elf quickly lay his thin muscular body on hers, the point of his spear touching her wet opening.
“Don’t stop until I tell you.” Freya whispered the command.
With a hand cupping his cheek, Freya guided his hips in between hers. The throbbing tip of the Loc’s spear pushed at her slit. Freya let out a loud moan as the elf pushed his way in, inches spreading her open. The young woman controlled the tempo and Loc obeyed. Cyn floated by them as Loc pushed to the hilt and followed his mistress’s commands.
Freya looked over to the naked ghost with half closed eyes. “Watch me and pleasure yourself.”
The busty ghost nodded. Ghostly fingers ran down her body and reached her womanhood. Fingers touched folds and began playing with herself. Freya watched as the shy spirit rubbed herself a little faster, small moans filling the room. Mistress felt better as each thrust sent surges of pleasure throughout her body. Hungry bodies cried out for mana and Freya could feel her own mana latching onto the dark elf and ghost, feeding them her power. Connections strengthened and the young woman moaned her delight.
“I have such plans.” Freya whispered.
“Please mistress, tell us your plans.” Loc said with heated breaths, hips thrusting between tender thighs.
Freya’s body bounced slightly as Loc pushed as deep as he could go. Ideas formed in Freya’s mind as blissful shivers ran through out her body. Nerves curled and Freya moaned her approval.
