by Eden Redd
The town of Rudal faded into the distance as the four walked on into the beautiful day. Trystan walked side by side with Lori, asking more questions about druids. Lori seemed to take it in stride, telling him more and more about their teachings. Aznara was in good spirits as they marched on, skipping and holding her tail. Gwen smiled as the group continued but the edge of her eyes held a touch of sorrow.
Spring blossomed around them as the chill melted away. The days back to Karath were relaxed. The nights held a coolness. Sylk was more than happy to sleep alongside her master, their bodies warming each other in their tent. Trystan enjoyed the company but his mind often wandered to Gwen, her tent feet away.
The Ink Witch spoke little as they travelled. Trystan found himself walking closer to her only to slow down when his nerve gave out. He respected what she was going through and wanted to comfort her but something told him to give her space. The mage continued on but his heart beat with worry.
Two days later they reached Karath station. Trystan was never so happy to see the train. Sleeping in the outdoors was fun but he dreamed of a real bed. The small rooms on the train would have to do until he was back in his own bed in Stukarr.
The druid hugged Gwen fiercely. The Ink Witch stroked the druid’s green hair and held her tight. Lori turned and hugged Aznara. The succubus was on the verge of tears. She took hold of the petite druid, lifting her up and kissing her on her lips. Lori playfully protested with wide eyes and muffled whines. Gwen watched with kind eyes and a small smile. When Lori broke her kiss, the succubus licked her cheek and placed her on the ground.
Trystan stood, feeling awkward. He never liked goodbyes and he felt this was going to be a difficult one. The druid eyed the mage and smiled. Stepping closer, the mage and druid hugged each other tightly.
“Thank you for being a positive light,” Lori said into the mage’s chest.
“Thank you for being so strong,” Trystan said into the druid’s ear.
The two pulled away slightly. The druid looked up into Trystan’s eyes with a glint of wonder.
“We shared an experience. I hope we can share more of them in the future,” Lori smirked.
Trystan’s eyebrow went up, “You mean…ummm..like when we….”
Lori let out a laugh, “I mean I want us to be friends. You’re a good man. I can see why Gwen cares about you.”
Trystan gave a blank expression.
“Trystan, I must confess something before you go,” Lori looked over to Gwen and Aznara as they walked to the station, giving the mage and druid a moment, “The forest told me what you and Gwen were trying to do.”
“You know?” Trystan felt embarrassment creep into his eyes.
Lori nodded, “I know. Do not worry. I will keep it to myself. But I think you need to take a long look at your relationship with Gwen. I see the spark between you both.”
“Lori, you don’t know, I have someone I love very much back at Stukarr.”
The druid smiled kindly, “I know you do. I can tell by how you carry yourself. You are an honorable man and that seems to be a rarity in these times. I’m not saying you stop loving your true love. I’m saying you may have more than one true love. Don’t let your honor stop you from experiencing everything life has to offer.”
“Relationships can be messy. I have seen it firsthand. I don’t want to hurt the ones I love,” Trystan said quietly.
Lori hugged the mage again, “If they really love you, they will understand your heart cannot be chained to theirs. You give it willingly as I’m sure they do. Know that and your anxiety will become a distance memory.”
“Thank you,” Trystan whispered.
“You don’t have to thank me. I just wanted to give you something to think about. I will miss you Trystan Song. If you ever feel like visiting, I will be more than happy to show you around Karath. The city really shows its best colors during summer.”
“I will make some time,” Trystan smiled.
Lori pulled away and looked to the mage, “We have only a short time in this world. Make sure every moment counts. Goodbye Trystan.”
“Goodbye Lori Leaf Haven,” Trystan said with a sad smile.
The mage turned to see Gwen and Aznara talking in the station, passengers in the background boarding the train. Walking to them, Trystan turned his head to the side to get one last glimpse of Lori. The druid was standing by a tree, her hand reaching out. Touching the tree, the petite druid slipped into it and was gone. Trystan’s eyes pointed down for a moment. He turned to Gwen and Aznara and smiled. Walking up the few steps into the station, he joined his companions and boarded the train for home.
***
The rocking train was soothing as Trystan lay in his bed. Trees whipped by as the train sped back to Stukarr. They would arrive by tomorrow and report in on the details of the Trial. Trystan made a mental note to write in his Trial Spell Book but for the moment, he was so exhausted he zoned out on the passing scenery. It was nice to hear the hum of the locomotive and his body finally began to relax. The mage could feel a need for a drink. He wondered if he should ask Gwen and Aznara to dinner and then a celebration in the bar car. After all they deserved it. The mage let out a peaceful sigh when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” Trystan said, turning his head.
The thin door slid open. Gwen stepped in, head down and the brim of her hat covering her eyes. Trystan propped himself on his elbows as the witch closed the door behind her. The room was quiet for seconds. Gwen removed her hat and placed it on a peg by the door. Trystan stared at her, eyes drinking in her perfect form and sensual lines.
“Trystan…,” Gwen said and for the first time, a heavy shyness glowed.
Trystan sat up and let his legs hang over the side, feet touching the floor, “Gwen…I thought maybe we could meet for dinner later. We could invite Aznara and celebrate,” Trystan said softly.
Gwen smiled, “That sounds nice.”
Trystan could feel urges storm through him. Mad passions wanted to make him take hold of the witch and toss her onto the bed. Ripping clothes off, he wanted to make wild passionate love to her. The loving fantasy played out but the mage did nothing but stare at the beautiful raven-haired witch.
Gwen seemed to firm up her shoulders, “I….I have been thinking about how we can overcome your anxiety so I can help you recover your lost memories.”
Trystan stared and his heart thumped in his chest.
Gwen continued, “There is something there between us. I think if we explore it then maybe you will be relaxed enough for me to recover your memories. I can….,” Gwen was stopped short.
Trystan stood up and hands touched the witch’s waist. Gwen’s eyes were wide as the mage leaned in, lips touching hers. The small room grew warmer as mage and witch kissed, tongues slipping into mouths. Arms taking hold, the witch felt her own hips grind against Trystan’s. The mage pulled at her shirt, natural feelings clawing at the fabric. Gwen pulled away to take deep breaths. Trystan kissed along her neck, lips pressed against the space right before the ear. The witch quivered as she held him close, pressing her body against his.
“Trystan…..I…..I…just want you to know…..I…will remain…..professional…” Gwen tried to say through heated gasps.
Trystan pushed Gwen against the wall hard, his body pinning hers, “Gwen…..I need you….”
Gwen’s eyes closed as the mage kissed and held her in place. The witch curled a leg around Trystan’s hip, pressing him closer, a firmness growing against her.
“I need you too,” Gwen whispered as her last shred of willpower fell away.
Hands clawed at each other’s bodies. Trystan took in the Gwen’s scent. The witch pushed at him a little, breaking their hold. Gwen took hold of his belt and unbuckled it. Unzipping his pants, the witch pushed down and they puddled to the ground. Trystan took hold of Gwen’s tight shirt, lifting it up, fingers grazing swollen breasts. Lifting her arms up, the shirt was pulled off and thrown aside.
The mage could not contain himself. Hands taking hold of her arms, the mage threw the witch onto the bed. Gwen looked up, topless and eyes filled with wanting. Trystan pulled his shirt up and off. The witch admired his toned body as her hands unbuckled her own belt and snaked legs out of pants. Laying in black panties, the witch eyed the mage as he slipped the last of his under clothes off and stood naked, his manhood hardening.
Gwen lay on the bed, nude except for her black panties, the final piece of fabric keeping them apart. Trystan stared at the beautiful woman. Large firm breasts beckoned to him with pointed light brown nipples. Alabaster skin brightened against the light from outside, making her glow with desire. The mage was fully hard as Gwen breathed with lust in her eyes.
Trystan knelt down at the edge of the bed. Heat poured off his body as hands took hold of black fabric. Before he pulled at them, the mage snuggled his face between her legs, mouth over fabric. Gwen let out a gasp. The teasing was too much and she moved her hips, grinding her womanhood to his mouth. Wetness bloomed. Trystan pulled fabric aside to reveal a black triangle of short curly hair and a slit directly in the middle. The mage stared as wetness glistened along the plump line. Gwen stared as the mage pressed his lips to her. A moment later bliss flared as his tongue traced along her sensitive flesh.
Gwen gripped the bedsheet with tight fingers, another gasp escaping her lips. Sitting up, she watched with half closed eyes as Trystan licked along her line, pressing the tip of his tongue to her throbbing nub. Gwen felt the growing empty pit inside her and she wanted nothing more than to be filled by this young man she hated to admit she loved.
The witch tried to control the urges pressing against her very being. The mage pressed his lips to her mound, tongue swirling against her. Nerves coiled and the witch made small moans. The panties were getting in the way. Trystan took hold and pulled his mouth from the writhing witch. Slipping them off, the mage threw them aside and gazed once again at the fully nude Gwen. Hips moved with the witch pleading with her eyes. The emptiness was too much and she silently begged him to end her torment.
Trystan felt warm confidence flow over him. There was no need to rush as he snuggled between creamy thighs, slowly whipping at her pink line. Gwen pushed her hips against him, mad desire exploding as the mage teased.
“Trystan……please…..I need you….I need….” Gwen huffed and writhed.
The mage ignored her cries, teasing and playing with her, savoring every moment. The scent of sex filled the small room. Gwen flopped back and accepted his torture. Chest heaving, she attempted to calm down and ride the pleasure of Trystan’s mouth and tongue. The mage curled arms around her thighs, keeping her in place as he licked away. Gwen could feel her nerves tighten. Her mouth made a perfect O as pressure built up. The sensations were overpowering and Gwen bit her lip to keep from screaming. Breasts bounced as her breathing quickened. Eyes flashing open, the witch stared up as the pressure reached the tipping point.
The room filled with soul curling moans. Trystan smiled as he licked and slathered between Gwen’s thighs. The witch bucked and clamped her thighs around his head, keeping him in place as he traced her sensitive nub. A flood of euphoria splashed against tight nerves. The moan turned into a long gasp. Wetness flowed and the mage lapped at her honey.
“Please lover. Please take me. I have needed you for so long,” Gwen begged.
Trystan pulled away and stood up. The witch stared with eyes dripping bliss. The mage knelt on the edge of the bed. Then his body glided over Gwen. Hands reached up and ran along his toned body. The witch glanced down to see the mage was fully hard, his purple headed staff throbbing.
Trystan cupped Gwen’s breast and let his tongue glide over her pointed nipple. Goosebumps raised and Gwen smiled. Trystan took hold of his manhood and pressed the head to her quivering folds. Gwen was still like prey caught in a predator’s final act of snuffing her light out. The mage stared into Gwen’s eyes as he slowly pushed his way in. Gwen held her breath as she parted, inches pushing her open. She finally took a breath when the mage’s member was fully sheathed.
Trystan took hold of each of Gwen’s wrists. Holding her arms down, he kept her at his mercy. The witch moved her hips, squeezing him, coaxing him to impale her over and over again. The mage’s resolve began to falter and his hips moved to her motion. Control was being lost as Gwen turned from prey to predator. She had him inside her and now she would make him feel paradise.
The mage fought for control but it was a losing battle. Gwen moved with seductive rhythms. Experience moved her body, her womanhood squeezing and caressing the mage’s manhood. With heated breath, the witch pressed her chest against the mage, sensitive nipples against his smooth toned chest. Trystan found his tempo increasing.
“I have you my handsome mage,” Gwen whispered playfully.
The sensations were too much as Trystan lost control. Gwen teased him and that only caused the mage to push harder and harder into her. Trystan’s cock was nearly vibrating as blood pooled into every vein and capillary. Heart beating stronger with every push and pull, the mage groaned as pleasure spilled over his mind. Stress bled away and bliss took its place. The sound of skin on skin filled the room. Gwen looked up seductively as her hands slipped from Trystan’s hold. Hands took hold of his firm ass and she helped his tempo, moving faster and faster.
“You have my heart,” Trystan whispered.
Gwen clutched at the mage, bringing him down on her. Bodies pressed, she held him close, hands beginning to glow. Hips pushed between tender inner thighs. The sounds of love making washed over them. Mana pathways opened as the mage moved with a fevered pitch. Gwen moaned her delight, holding Trystan close, her body bouncing to his strong thrusts.
“You have snared mine,” Gwen whispered in his ear.
Trystan couldn’t hold on much longer. Gwen could feel the mage thicken and she goaded him on. Moans silenced as the ocean of pressure pressed on every cell in the mage’s body. Bodies glistening from heat swirling around them, Trystan pulled back to see Gwen staring back. Souls touched as something greater than themselves spoke of hidden knowledge.
“Give me your magic seed my mage,” Gwen said with a breathy command.
Trystan moaned as the world tipped. Gwen felt a rush of heat as she climaxed. Streaming spurts of come splashed into the witch’s tight depths. Gwen squeezed with all her power, her own orgasm turning into waves of shuddering contractions. Trystan pushed into the witch with all his strength as Gwen pushed against his member, holding on for dear life.
Time stood still as pleasure pulsed and pulsed. Trystan felt he could leave his body as Gwen moved her hands to the sides of his head. The witch whispered arcane words as Trystan looked down at her in a dreamlike state. With a final word, there was a flash. Energy poured into the mage’s mind, striking the dark silent part of his brain. The Ink Witch faded from view as the darkness opened and memories spilled from their imprisonment. Trystan remained still as the darkness parted.
“I remember,” Trystan whispered as pain coiled around his heart.
Fourteen
Blackness melted away with each blink. A gloomy confusion stirred as light burned in the distance. Eyes focusing, the orange and yellow light turned into torch fire against dark stone walls. Heaviness pressed down on wrists and ankles. Trystan tried to move a hand and metal clinked. The air was hot and humid, covering his skin like a blanket. The mage moved again and felt the heavy pull of chains on his wrists and ankles. Breathing a deep sigh, vision sharpened and the mage turned his head to take in his surroundings.
In a wooden chair, an old man in a black robe sat. The man’s head was tilted forward and his eyes were closed. His hair was white and sparse, wrinkles running along his skin. Looking further sideways, a leather case sat next to the chair, shadowy firelight illuminating it.
Trystan turned his head slowly, taking in more of his surroundings. The room had a vaulted ceiling. The walls were made of stone and torches lined pillars in the corners. One woo
den door was a medium distance from his feet. There were no windows and the air was heavy, making it hard to breath. Trystan lay naked on a stone slab as sweat gleamed from his pores. Chains rattled again as he tried to move.
The door opened and a shadowy figure stepped in. The mage stared at the hooded figure, eyes trying to penetrate the darkness of the hood. The door closed and the figure stepped closer. Trystan was silent as the figure moved to his side, the light just enough to show a feminine chin and lips.
A cold chill ran along the mage’s spine. Even with the little he had seen he knew who it was. Gritting teeth, the mage turned his head and stared at the blank ceiling.
“I’m happy to see you,” The voice came out delicate but with hints of sarcasm.
Trystan remained silent.
“Don’t be like that,” The figure took hold of the edge of the hood and pulled it back, “You can’t stay mad at me forever.”
Trystan glared at Freya’s evil eyes and grin, “Let me go and I won’t have to go to the magistrates about this.”
Freya continued to smile as she ran a finger along his chest, “You could go to them but they will do nothing. The world is becoming a different place. One in which their power is inept to handle.”
“I wish I could say I was surprised that you would do something like this but I know you to well. Free me now!” Trystan spat.
Freya pulled her hand back and feigned shock, “You have grown strong my love. What will I ever do? Will you beat me like on the road? Will you bruise me and yell at me? I have to say, that was a turn on. I wished you did that when we were together instead of being a weakling loser.”
“It’s over between us. I thought you would have moved on,” Trystan growled.
Freya tsk tsked, “Don’t you remember. It’s never over between us until I say it’s over. I said I would make you pay and I will. No one leaves me.”
A small delicate finger touched Trystan’s temple. Shadows arced and the mage winced. Trystan turned to Freya once more but the room began to spin. Clutching at his own chains, Trystan held on for dear life. The room began to bend and shift like a funhouse mirror. Vertigo swirled and Trystan tried to right his mind.
