by Eden Redd
“Did you ever discover what changed him?” Trystan wanted to reach across the table and take her hand to comfort her.
“No. He disappeared. For years I heard an odd rumor about him here and there but soon even those rumors faded. Before you walked into my shop is when Bella appeared in my dreams. She was so confused and hurting. I was her only lifeline to save her.”
Trystan stared into Gwen’s eyes, “You knew I would save her. You knew it the moment I walked in.”
“Please do not think any less of me. I knew the journey would be difficult. I owe you more than you know. You have such a bright spirit; it reminds me of him when we met.”
Trystan nodded, thinking over everything Gwen had just said, “Bella could have killed me and Sylk.”
Gwen shook her head, “The stars I inked into your skin protected you from such a fate.”
Trystan reached across the table and took Gwen’s hands into his, “I do not think any less of you. I can understand why you made the choices you had to make. You watched over me and Sylk during the whole quest. You healed me when I was hurting and you checked in on Sylk. You helped open my eyes to the outside world. I spent my life behind the walls of Sapphire Cove. If it wasn’t for you, I may not be here at the very college I wanted to attend and living the life I had always wanted.”
Gwen looked deep into Trystan’s eyes, “You don’t think I’m a terrible person?”
Trystan gave an understanding smile, “I think the opposite, you’re an incredible person. I’m very happy having you as a friend.”
“Oh Trystan….” Gwen trailed off with a kind smile and squeezing his hands.
“I just don’t understand why Damon Wick had Bella split into three separate slimes? Bella couldn’t tell me exactly but from what I saw, the tomb she was in was collecting mana and storing it.”
“Professor Hart and I came to the same conclusion when I brought it to his attention. He brought my information to the Headmaster and Headmistress and they agreed this needed to be looked into immediately. Since the information is sensitive, we needed to be discreet. The mages studying blue Bella’s tomb were Professor Hart’s most trusted students.”
“Is that why you didn’t want Aznara to join us for dinner? You’re not sure whether to trust her or not?”
Gwen was silent for a long moment, “Succubi are hard to read. Their lust is so overpowering that most cannot truly decipher their desires or motives. Professor Hart and I decided that we best split them up and keep an eye on them.”
“You want to see what she will do? Are they suspects in some grand scheme?” Trystan wondered.
“We can’t honestly say but we are being proactive. I know she is a friend but there is something there under the surface.”
Trystan’s face darkened, “Aznara is a friend. For now, I will keep this information between us but sooner or later one or both of us will have to tell her.”
“I admire your friendship. I promise we will speak to her together and let her know what the truth when the time is right,” Gwen nodded.
The waiter walked over with two plates of sliced chocolate cake and a bottle of wine under his arm. After placing the plates down in front of the witch and mage, the waiter presented the bottle of wine.
“Compliments of the chef. You both make a beautiful couple and the chef wanted to make your night unforgettable.”
Trystan was about to say they weren’t a couple when Gwen spoke first, “Thank you. Please tell the chef the food and service has been amazing. We will toast to his splendid abilities.”
The waiter smiled and bowed. With impeccable skill, the waiter unplugged the cork and poured more wine into their glasses. He bowed again and was off. Gwen grinned at the mage and raised her glass.
“This is turning into a magical night.”
Trystan clinked his glass against hers, “A magical night only matched to your magical beauty.”
“Careful mage. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re flirting with me.”
Trystan said nothing as he took a long sip of red. With forks up, the witch and mage stabbed into their cakes and feasted on sugary goodness.
The last bottle of wine proved too much for the mage. The train seemed to move more and more underneath him as he tried to navigate himself back to his room. Gwen was behind him, hands on his waist as if trying to center him as he walked. Even the witch had rosy cheeks but her balance was excellent considering.
The two had reached the sleeping car and a door slid closed behind them. Trystan tried to take a step forward but the car shifted and sent the mage stumbling. Gwen took hold and helped keep him upright. Trystan put his back to a wall, eyes meeting Gwen’s. Time seemed to stop as the witch and mage gazed into each other’s eyes. A hint of shyness touched the witch as she looked away for a moment. Trystan could not stop himself as he admired her beautiful neck and full cleavage. Eyes moving down her body, he spied her waist, the curvature of her hip and finished at the side slit of her white dress. The witch’s scent was intoxicating as he took a deep inhale and savored it.
“We are almost to your room,” Gwen said quietly.
“You are beautiful,” Trystan managed to say. Some of it was the wine, another part was from deep within.
“You are handsome……” The witch let it trail off.
“I dream of you from time to time. I cannot……deny………”
“I will see you to your room. You must rest up for the journey ahead of us,” Gwen said as her hand touched his chest.
“We can rest together,” Trystan said seriously, even if he swayed when he finished speaking.
“You tempt me bold mage. But I believe you should rest. Maybe we can discuss the subject again when there is less wine in you,”
“The wine cannot shroud what is already there,” Trystan said and his hand moved to Gwen’s hip.
“What would Nia think?” Gwen whispered in his ear.
The thought of Nia bloomed and a sharp pain stabbed at him. The mage let go of Gwen’s hip and stood straighter, fighting the effects of the wine.
“Sleep well Ms. Azure,” Trystan said with new found strength.
The Ink Witch watched as Trystan stumbled off, opened his door and fell into his room. Stepping over to peek in, she saw that he lay partly on the bed. The witch made a quick hand signal. An unseen force moved the mage fully onto the bed and his shoes came off, settling neatly on the floor. Gwen blew him a kiss and shut the door to his room.
Trystan lay with his eyes open, staring at nothing as blood rushed to his manhood. The connection was there but he wasn’t confident if Nia would approve. The mage wondered if he just committed a terrible act to his relationship with Nia. It was true they were dating and not exclusive but he questioned his own motives. His feelings for Gwen concerned and confused him. Could a man love more than one woman? Could he live a life like that? Could Nia?
Mist rolled off his right arm and pooled onto the carpeted floor. The mage looked up sideways as Sylk appeared naked over him. The stirring and wanting were still there, thoughts of a naked Ink Witch satisfying his terrible hunger.
“Master?” Sylk said with wanting eyes.
“Sylk……..” Trystan managed.
Webbed hands touched his side and rolled the mage onto his back. The blue skinned siren took hold of his belt and unbuckled it. Trystan watched as his muscles felt like dead weight. The only thing that moved was his eyes as he watched the siren dutifully undress him.
“I can feel it in your mind. I can feel you yearn for her,” Sylk whispered.
“Sylk, I’m sorry if I don’t always make you feel special,” The mage said as his pants were pulled down and off.
“You don’t have to be sorry master. I am yours. I’m happy to be here for you. Let me help drain some of your frustration,” The siren said with cool understanding.
Trystan sat up and webbed fingers took hold of his shirt, “You are special to me. I should have had you sitting with me at the feast,�
� The mage said or at least that is what he thought he said.
Sylk looked to her master after pulling his shirt off and throwing it aside, “Master, let me please you. Let me show you how much you mean to me.”
The siren reached down and hooked the edge of his boxers. Pulling them off, her master’s manhood broke free from its fabric confinement. Sylk sat alongside her master and took hold, gently stroking. The mage simply watched, his hands behind him, holding him up. The siren knew how to stroke and please him. Images of Gwen floated in his mind and the mage tried his best to push them away.
“Master, I will do anything to please you,” The siren snapped her fingers with her free hand.
The surge of blood to Trystan’s member nearly brought him to orgasm right then and there. Looking over to Sylk, the mage sat astonished. The siren slowly blinked as a witch’s hat appeared on her head and what looked like a cloak appeared on her shoulders. Trystan couldn’t make sense of the outfit because it functioned like a cloak but the middle was open and a long V shape cut in the back. The siren wore nothing else and smiled.
“I will be your witch for tonight or any other night,” Sylk said slyly.
The mage was at a complete loss for words. Blood pounded and hungry urges bit and clawed to be free. The mage felt solid like a stone as his familiar stroked him.
“I will cast spells to ensnare your heart. I will pull your seed into my hungry mouth. What can this little witch do for her strong and handsome master?”
The entire evening had pushed the mage’s limits and possibly his boundaries. Passion and lust rained down on Trystan as he nearly lost complete control. Hands reaching out, he took hold of the siren and lifted her up. Animal instinct took over as all he wanted to be was pleasuring himself to the beautiful creature in his hands.
Sylk yelped with pseudo surprise. Trystan put the siren in his lap, hands taking hold of her round bottom. The siren whined and begged as her webbed hands took hold of his member between them. Trystan reached under the siren’s rump and touched her tight slit. Wetness coated his fingers as he pulled them out, helping the siren guide him in.
The siren cooed and gasped as her master forced his way into her. Once the tip was in, Trystan took hold of her hips and slid her down to the hilt. Sylk closed her eyes and put her arms around her master’s neck. The mage was unchained as his mouth latched onto a blue nipple and licked away. The siren had no say as the mage controlled the tempo. Sylk moved to his demanding directions, up and down on his shaft, faster and faster.
“Yes, master yes!” Sylk cried.
Trystan grunted as the siren squeezed him. There were no thoughts other than satisfaction as Trystan continued to invade the siren on his lap. Sylk held onto the witch hat with one hand while holding onto his neck for dear life with the other. Pleasure spiked and the siren was finding it difficult to keep her voice down.
“Fuck your little witch!” The siren screeched.
Trystan could feel his cock bulge as his seed screamed to be released. The mage wasn’t ready just yet to shoot his come. Flipping sideways, the mage roughly threw Sylk to the bed. Lust crazed eyes blinked at her master as he took hold of her and flipped her onto her stomach. Pulling at her hips up, the mage pushed his cock to her tight valley. Sylk’s eyes rolled up into her head as inches pushed as deep as he could. The mage didn’t wait as he began pounding, hips smacking into the siren’s blue round ass. Sylk looked back, eyes filled with submissive wanting.
Trystan took hold of her neck and pushed her face into the pillow. The siren bit down as bliss flared and nerves exploded. The siren screamed into the pillow as she shuddered again and again. Trystan continued to have his way, plunging her tight quivering depths. The mad urge for release was all consuming.
Sylk pressed her webbed hands to the bed, lifting her face just a few inches from the pillow, “Master, do it! Fuck your witch!” The siren said through heated breaths.
Trystan let out a soul crushing groan as his cock stiffened. Sylk smiled wickedly to herself as jets of molten come spurted into her, flaring with bright mana. The siren arched her head up and stomach down as ecstasy rolled between them. Hat shaking off her head, the siren fought through the waterfalls of bliss to grab at it. Trystan stared, come pulsating into his familiar. When it stopped, the mage pulled out and sat down, his back against the wall.
Sylk turned on her hands and knees to her master. The look of triumph was written all over her face. Trystan said nothing as the siren knelt her head down and took the tip of his spent cock in her mouth. The witch hat bobbed up and down and the mage could feel the guilt cover him like a poisoned blanket. Thoughts went to Nia and to Gwen as his siren playfully sucked his manhood, the mage lost in a sea of regret.
Eight
With puffs of smoke and engine revving up, the train slowly left Karath station. Trystan looked up at the glorious morning sky. Pale blue, it stretched from horizon to horizon without a single cloud. Taking a deep breath, the air felt crisp and cleaner than the city air. Eye’s lowering, the mage spied the protective walls of Karath city, home of the druid college. Curiosity pushed at his mind, wanting him to walk to the city and see what it had to offer. Instead the mage turned his head to his travelling party.
Aznara wore her travelling jacket and normal looking clothes, her back pack over her shoulder. The mage could see that she was not going for her normal provocative appearance but even with near normal clothes, her womanly shape made the mundane sexy. The succubus had a blank expression as she turned toward the nearby forest and surveyed the surroundings.
Gwen hoisted up her back pack. The Ink Witch wore her jacket, tight black shirt with a deep V neck, witch hat and black leather pants. Trystan knew they had to focus on the trial but the mage also knew he had to talk to Gwen and apologize for how acted last night.
“Isn’t our guide supposed to be here already?” Aznara said with a huff.
“They should be here shortly,” Gwen said while looking around.
Trystan saw a tree next to him and leaned against it. The morning was cool despite the sun rising up. Soreness bit into muscles as the mage tried to mentally push away last night’s activities with Sylk. The familiar was peacefully sleeping on his right arm.
The mage let out a relaxing breath when something touched his back. At first Trystan thought it was a bug but five points pushed against him harder. The mage bolted off the tree and turned around. Eyes wide he drank in the hand made of tree bark. It pushed out farther, revealing an arm and then a shoulder. Gwen and Aznara turned to see something brown and green emerge from the tree. The mage took another step back as the vague humanoid shape slipped out of the tree and took a step toward them. The bark and what appeared to be green moss seemed to shift and change before their eyes. A moment later a short woman in a brown robe stood before them. Trystan admired the straight and long green hair flowing from a widow’s peak to over her head and passed her shoulders. Green oval eyes blinked and a small smile appeared on her lips.
“Hello. Sorry for being a little late. Time and I are not friends,” The green haired woman smiled.
Gwen was first to walk over with hand outstretched, “Lori Leaf Haven?”
The green haired woman took Gwen’s hand and shook it, “Yes. You must be Gwen Azure,” Looking past the witch, eyes met the other two mages, “This must be Trystan Song and Aznara Kulmare.”
Lori let go and walked over to Trystan, shook his hand and then moved to Aznara. The succubus gave a weak smile but a firm handshake. When introductions were finished, the druid turned to Gwen.
“It is a pleasure to meet you all. I will be your guide to Grey Peak mountain. It will take about two days to get there on foot. I would have brought horses but some of the land between here and there would be hard for them to navigate,” Lori smiled.
“If you don’t mind a question, how did you come out of the tree?” Trystan was fascinated. He had heard of druid magic but to see it firsthand caused a flurry of questions to explode in his mi
nd.
Lori nodded, “I understand it can be a little off putting seeing it for the first time. Druids can travel through trees to different locations. As long as there is a tree there, we can travel it.”
Aznara’s eyes narrowed, “Then why don’t we all travel by tree to this mountain? Why do we have to hike through dangerous lands to get there?”
Lori gave the succubus an understanding nod, “For a druid, the spell doesn’t require much mana but I’m not skilled enough to take myself and three others over such a distance. But you needn’t worry about the lands to our destination. I have spent much time exploring and cataloging all manner of plants and beasts. My professors believe I am the best druid for the task at hand.”
Gwen smiled, “The professors do speak highly of you Lori. We trust in your abilities to get us there safely.”
“Thank you. Now if there are no further questions, we should be on our way.” Lori said with a cheerful smile.
Aznara rolled her eyes a little but remained silent. Trystan’s eyes were still wide as he wondered what other magical abilities and spells druids may possess. The little druid turned and began walking North toward the edge of a dark and foreboding forest. The witch and mages followed after the green haired druid. When they reached the forest edge, Lori tapped a tree. A staff emerged, slipping from the bark and into her small hand. Trystan felt a rush of excitement as he stared at the druid leading the way.
“Why don’t you walk with her if you’re so interested?” Aznara said dripping with sarcasm.
Trystan ignored Aznara’s tone but did just that. With a quick hop and a skip, the mage was next to the druid. Aznara watched and fumed a little as the mage began asking questions and Lori cheerfully answered them. Gwen glanced at the mage and barely could contain her smirk as Trystan fired away question after question like it was his first day at college.
The forest loomed over the four magic users as they penetrated deep into the forest. Shafts of sunlight stabbed at the land with a caressing light. The sound of wild birds sang their song as trees swayed in the gentle breeze.
