by Eden Redd
The energy in the room shifted. The mage felt like a rabbit to a hungry wolf. Taking a step back, wide hungry eyes focused on Trystan’s cock.
“Your scent is so delicious. I can tell your cock tastes like tender ecstasy,” Jenny snarled as she fell to her knees.
Trystan watched as the librarian licked her lips and hefted her breasts.
“Don’t be shy. Give it to me, I need to taste you.”
The librarian pressed her full lips to Trystan’s member. Wetness closed around the tip and her tongue licked the end. Moaning, Jenny pushed her creamy breasts along the mage’s shaft. Sucking in inch after inch, the mage felt a power pull at him. Jenny hummed and moaned, licking the underside of his cock as lips pressed hard around his shaft. An involuntary moan spilled from the mage’s lips. Jenny sucked more and more till her lips touched the base of his member.
Head bobbing, Jenny made loud sucking sounds. The mage did nothing as his boss dominated his manhood. Control returned to the mage but he was still trapped. Hands took hold of the mage’s hips, holding him in place as the librarian lovingly sucked his cock.
From the robe, a cell phone slipped out of the pocket and floated in the air. Trystan grunted as the cell phone moved over Jenny’s head. The librarian’s eyes were closed, lost to an ocean of lust. On a shelf to the right, a single black book moved out. The book floated into the air and gently touched the table. Trystan watched as the book lay flat and opened. Pages turned silently as the cell phone hovered next to it.
A drop of pre- come touched the librarian’s tongue and she sucked harder. It was Trystan who was gasping. The mage could feel Jenny’s power as she teased his seed. The room was a symphony of moans, wet sounds and groans. The smell of sex rose up from their bodies. Jenny reached down between her legs again and played with herself as she took hold of Trystan’s shaft in the other hand. Sucking on the tip, eyes were still closed.
The pages stopped turning. Trystan could see strange words and odd diagrams on the yellow pages. The cell phone silently took a picture and then another. The mage could feel his own urges welling up, his manhood ready to explode. As if she knew, Jenny upped the tempo, stiff nipples bouncing against the mage’s thighs.
Unable to break free from Jenny’s hold, the mage watched as the book took its place back on the shelf and the cell phone floated to his robe, sliding into a pocket. Trystan was silent as the ghost took over his body, pulling at the strings once again. Cock hardening with raised veins, the mage let out a soul wrenching groan. Jenny made a high-pitched squeal in her throat as spurts of molten come filled her, splashing against her tongue and throat. Strands of hungry mana pulled more and more from Trystan as he lost complete control.
Jenny made comforting moans as she continued to suck down his seed. Pulling away, one last spurt of come splashed against her chin and dripped down to her creamy breasts. The mage was relived. Now he could excuse himself and try to leave but Santiago and Jenny had other plans. The librarian let mana flow from her body, wrapping around Trystan’s cock and keeping it hard while Santiago forced blood into his spent member, also keeping it hard.
Jenny looked up and she stroked Trystan’s rock-hard cock, “We are not done.”
Jenny stood up and turned around. Leaning over the table and pulling her skirt to her waist. Trystan moved forward as Jenny looked back, presenting her round ass to him. Wetness dripped down from her slit, running along her inner thighs.
“Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Impale my tight pussy with your cock!” Jenny commanded.
Without hesitation, Trystan took hold of her round ass in one hand and guiding his cock with another. Pushing against her opening, heated moans filled the air. The librarian clutched at the table as the mage pushed his way in, his throbbing member spreading her open. Inches of his staff sunk in. Jenny moaned her delight and pushed her ass against him.
“You like that you bitch!” Trystan said but they weren’t his words.
“Yes! Yes! Tell me I’m your bitch! Make me your whore!” Jenny whined loudly.
The sounds of skin on skin were all around them. Trystan slammed his hips into the librarian’s firm round ass. Jenny shuddered and squeezed with every thrust. Bodies falling into a rhythm, Trystan grew rougher. This only seemed to turn Jenny on more as she forced herself against each powerful thrust. Nearly screaming, an orgasm exploded in magical fire and then another. The librarian reached around and pulled her ass cheeks wide, letting every inch sink into her tightness.
Trystan raised a hand and began making hand signals. Trystan didn’t recognize the spell as his hand moved on its own accord. Hand closing into a tight fist, Trystan could sense air slowly being pulled from Jenny’s lungs. The librarian continued to scream and moan as he pushed in and out of her. Moans became weaker and weaker. The librarian squeezed as another orgasm made her tremble, her head moving closer to the table surface.
A surge of bliss pushed at Trystan’s senses. Cock stiffening; come spurted into her tight valley. Jenny’s head lay against the table surface and her breathing became shallow.
“So…good….so…” Jenny said, barely a whisper.
When the last bit of air left her lungs, the librarian passed out. Panic rose up as Trystan pulled out and took control of his own body. Without thinking he went to Jenny and turned her over. Eyes closed, her chest heaved and she was breathing again. Trystan picked her up and laid her on the table. The ghostly spirit took control of Trystan’s body once again.
Force me out again and I will have your hands hurt her.
Santiago let go of his control but stayed deep in Trystan’s mind. The mage fixed himself up and checked on Jenny again. The librarian was breathing and had a happy smile on her lips. Trystan let out a sigh of relief. Eyes turning to the black book on the shelf, the mage watched as the spine started to fade. A moment later the black book was gone.
Trystan let out a deep breath. After making sure Jenny was okay, he made his way to the door. The gargoyles remained still as he nervously walked passed them and headed down the hallway. Feeling time slip away, the mage begrudgingly made for the stairs, dread filling his heart on what he had to do next.
Thirteen
Trystan paced in a dark alley. Heart pounding, the mage tried to calm himself. He was frantic when he called Professor Hart. The professor could hear it in his voice as he begged him to meet with him. Before the Professor could ask any questions, Trystan hung up and hoped he was on his way. Terrible thoughts spiraled on in the mage’s mind. Had Sunara passed out? Was Nia being tortured next? Was there any time left to save them?
Sense of wellbeing filled the distraught mage and his shoulder’s relaxed. Looking up he saw a dark shape fall from the sky. Boots silently touched the stone floor and kind eyes turned to the mage.
“Trystan, I’m here,” Professor Hart said as he stepped closer.
Trystan let the good vibes flow over him. He wanted nothing more than to spill his guts to the professor. Tell him every detail of what happened this very night. Knowing that he was being watched by Santiago, the mage fell silent.
“Trystan?” Professor Hart said with concern in his brow.
“Vanessa Shroud,” Trystan said simply, eyes looking down.
Professor Hart’s own eyes widened. Hands reaching out, he took hold of Trystan’s shoulders, “Why do you know that name?”
“Professor, I was instructed to tell you that name. Please come with me.”
“Trystan, tell me what is happening. How could you know that name? Are you in some kind of trouble?”
Trystan pulled from the professor’s grip and walked to an open manhole, leading into the sewers. Without looking back, the mage jumped down. The mage landed with a splash and began walking. Behind him the Professor floated down and followed.
“Trystan, I can help you if you tell me what you’re going through,” The professor pleaded as he followed.
Trystan’s walls began to crack. Hearing the concern in his voice was enough to drive him mad. Walkin
g along, they turned and entered a long tunnel. Professor Hart cast a light spell and bright light stretched in both directions of the stone corridor. The tunnel was dry and the air musty.
“She has Nia, Reeko, Aznara and Sunara captive. If I didn’t bring you to her, she promised to hurt them. I have no choice,” Trystan felt helpless.
Calmness smoothed into the Professor’s brow, “I understand Trystan but we always have a choice. Tell me everything and we can see if we can help each other.”
The blue mage was silent.
Professor Hart made a quick hand signal. Eyes flashed and the universe opened up. Looking around, he noticed something odd with Trystan’s spirit, there was one within another. Making another hand signal, eyes flashed again.
“Trystan, we can talk now,” The blue mage felt the words deep within his mind, “I can sense a spirit within yours. Is it making you do these things?”
Trystan tried to stay calm, “Professor, there is an undead woman making me take you to her. She said that once I said the name that it would have your attention. There is a ghost inside me, controlling some of my actions and watching me,” Trystan thought.
“I see. Tell me about the woman.”
“She is called the Dead Mother. She wants you to kneel to her so she can chop off your head. She has an army of corpses and skeletons in her throne room. We are going there now.”
“Does she have long black hair and very pale skin?” Professor Hart asked in Trystan’s mind.
“Yes,” Trystan said mentally.
The professor walked along with Trystan, hand touching his own chin “I know you may feel helpless Trystan but I can help us overcome. You have to remain positive. When we reach the throne room, focus on saving your friends. I will handle the rest. Whatever happens, get them out and to safety. Contact the magistrates as soon as possible.”
“Professor…I…” Trystan thought.
“Please follow my instructions. I cannot keep the ghost fooled much longer.” Professor Hart thought and the connection was broken.
Trystan kept his head down as they walked down the barren tunnel. Professor Hart put a hand on Trystan’s shoulder and gave him a pat.
“Don’t worry, we will get through this,” The professor smiled.
The rest of the journey was quiet except for the sounds of their boots in the dirt. Trystan flexed his hands as anxiety reared its ugly head again. Despite being close to Professor Hart, the fear and dread was overwhelming. The silence was deafening and the mage hoped the professor could help them. Trystan wished he could have figured a way out of this but that wasn’t how life worked sometimes. The fear was agonizing and the candle of hope had nearly gone out. The young mage took hold of that remaining tiny flame, mentally protecting it. He put trust in the professor and himself. They had to get through this, they had no choice.
The tunnel opened up. Trystan and Professor Hart walked into the cavernous throne room. Undead corpses stood in perfect formation on the left and right sides. The path was clear to the throne where the Dead Mother sat, mouth curling into a sardonic grin. Running white fingers down her own neck, she eyed Professor Hart like a wolf staring down its prey.
Trystan looked to the side. Sunara hung unconscious from the chains. Several undead held stone cocks to Nia but stopped short. They turned with hollow eyes toward the mage and professor. Trystan felt guilty for being glad that Nia appeared untouched. The others stared out unmoving, lost in some sort of trance.
Professor Hart looked to the chained students and back to the pale woman on the throne, “You are still as beautiful as I remember. Too bad this act of torturing students taints that beauty with ugliness.”
“Fredrick, so happy you can come and join our little gathering.”
“This isn’t the Vanessa I knew. The Vanessa I knew was a bright and vibrate woman with a hunger for knowledge,” Professor Hart said as she stepped forward.
The Dead Mother’s expression turned into a seething hate, “You let that Vanessa die. She loved you more than life itself but your eye wandered.”
“Vanessa, it has been a long time. There isn’t a day that passes that I don’t mourn for you. I truly cared and loved you. I was broken when you passed on.”
The Dead Mother stood up, “Passed on? You let me die! You didn’t take me seriously! You didn’t think I would do it!” The pale woman shouted.
Professor Hart’s head tilted forward in sorrow, “I thought you only had a passing fascination with me. I thought you would move on so I protected my heart. It was foolish to get involved with a student.”
With hands clenched, the professor continued, “I was the one to take you down from your noose. I helped with your burial. I have not touched another woman for the last twenty years because I could not bear to be with another soul.”
An insane laugh poured from the Dead Mother’s mouth, “It does not absolve you of your crimes. The Vanessa you remember is long dead. I’m a queen now of this undead realm. I have servants that give themselves willingly for my love. I only have one last task before I make the entire city of Stukarr my new palace. The soldiers in this room are only a taste of my armies deep in the tunnels. The college will be overrun with my beautiful death. Too bad you won’t be alive to see it.”
Professor Hart bent a knee to the dead queen, “Please, we don’t have to do this. Let the students go and we can discuss any punishment needed to ease your suffering.”
The Dead Mother’s eyes narrowed, “No. They will be dead anyway when I take the city. They will join the ranks of my dark army.”
Professor Hart’s jaw clenched and he stood up, “I want you to know that I do this reluctantly.”
Mist streamed from the professor’s back, landing next to him. The mist scattered and a voluptuous woman appeared in a silky robe. Trystan stared as she turned to the mage and winked. The mage at first thought she was human until he noticed the fox like ears pointing through her long brown hair. Her face was beautiful with oval eyes and delicate features. A long thick tail covered in reddish brown fur swished side to side from her lower back. More fur covered the back of her hands and small claws protruded from her fingertips. Fur covered the tops of her bare feet.
“Lana, help Trystan,” Professor Hart said simply.
The undead in unison pulled swords from decayed sheaths and took battle stances. Trystan looked to Nia and emotion welled up. The power from it was enough for the mage to eject the ghost inside him. Santiago grunted as his spirit was forced out. Trystan made quick hand signals and water burst from the bottles in his robe. The entire throne room erupted into chaos.
The Dead Mother pointed a pale hand. Black lightning burst forth, streaking toward the professor. Professor Hart whipped up his hand as stone cracked underneath him. Large pieces of rock shot into the air, blocking the black lightning and channeling it back to the stony floor. The Dead Mother laughed hysterically as she pointed both hands and more lighting erupted.
Streams of water floated around Trystan as he readied himself. The dead on both sides converged. Before the mage could lash out, the air was filled with a high-pitched whistling. Skulls exploded and bodies cracked as something invisible struck them. Trystan turned his head to see the fox like familiar moving hands with complicated grace. The very air vibrated as Trystan opened his senses to see mana turning the air into invisible swords and arrows. In all directions, decayed bodies were shattered to dust. Lana moved with closed eyes, smirking as sharp air cut down anything standing around them.
Behind the undead horde, skeletal archers pulled on bow strings. A hail of arrows shot into the air and down on Trystan and Lana. The fox familiar’s eyebrow creased as the air took hold of each and every single arrow, turning them in midair and raining them down on the dead army. The undead continued to surge forward as they were peppered with arrows.
Two streams of mist flowed from Trystan’s arms. Sylk and Bella appeared next to their master as the streams of water circled all three. The mage made a hand gesture
and the water turned into rows of thin spikes. Fingers moving, the spikes shot out, slamming into skulls and bursting them into dust. Trystan took more water spikes and focused them into one area. Water penetrated every corpse in their way, causing them to fall to the side with each strike to the face. Bella let her arms turn into long tentacles, ends sharpening into blades. Slicing, she kept the undead at bay from both sides.
Trystan ran forward through the path of broken bodies to his chained friends. Sylk and Bella were at his side, slicing and smashing anything that moved too close. The ranks of the dead closed in but the mage used the water he controlled to keep the pathway open. Glancing over his shoulder, Lana floated into the air, magically redirecting arrows back into the marching undead. When that was proving no longer effective, swords made of air spun at the archers in the back, slicing off arms and through bows.
Black energy poured from the Dead Mother’s open hands. Intense eyes focused on the professor as he moved closer. Animated corpses surrounded the man as he looked up to the pale woman. Swords and axes rose, gleaming in the luminous blue light. The Dead Mother took one step forward, anticipation leaking into her eyes. Professor Hart took a small breath as the swords and axes sliced downward.
The Professor’s heart stopped as mana flowed. The power grew into a maelstrom of unseen power. When his heart beat in his chest, a shockwave boomed. The hot sound formed a bubble and moved outward in every direction. All undead surrounding the professor was immediately disintegrated. Weapons were shattered and carried on with the shockwave. Hot metal sliced and penetrated undead.
The Dead Mother began singing, mana leaping from her throat. A glowing shield formed around her body as the shockwave struck. It was enough to shatter the undead queen’s shield and send her spiraling to the foot of her throne, staring at her former lover in terrible awe.
Professor Hart slowly walked up the stone steps, a perfect circle of dust and shattered bodies all around him. Shadows covered his eyes as he made his way to the top and remained there. The Dead Mother pointed a shaky hand as black bolts of death energy streaked at the professor. Professor Hart stood his ground, the black energy stopping before him and began swirling around his body.
