by Eden Redd
Sunara opened her eyes halfway, “You have my permission. I’m sure my pet will not mind.”
Nia blocked out everything as she focused on Sunara’s addictive juices. Sucking and licking, unable to tear herself away, she cursed her weakness. The sounds of raw sex carried on as a new group of male monsters waited their turn with the succubus’s pet.
Three
Sunlight poured through the window and a gentle breeze flowed in through the partially open window. Trystan stirred from his dreamscape as something wet closed over his manhood. Blinking, he kept his eyes on the blank ceiling, letting the pleasure wake him up. A body snuggled between his legs and the blanket had been pulled off. The mage turned his head to the right. Sylk lay in bed next to him, wrapped in the warm blanket and her back to him. Putting an arm under his own head, the mage lay as Kira continued her morning ritual.
Since they returned from Lantern Beach, the familiar could not handle the guilt of failing her master. Trystan tried to reassure her that is was not her fault but the dragon familiar had refused to accept it. Instead, she felt it was her duty to make amends and until she did, she would feed from her master every morning without giving any thought to her own pleasures.
Trystan was so tired from training and research; he gave up after the third morning. Lying silently, the dragon familiar’s mouth gently sucked his rigid cock, low moans filling the air. Urges pushed at the mage and his body cried for release. The dragon familiar with the shape of a young woman with black wings and scaled limbs bobbed her head, ready for her master. Manhood thickening, Trystan barely made a grunt as his come spurted into the Kira’s mouth. Moaning her approval, she sucked every drop until his cock no longer twitched. Sitting up, she greeted her master with a smile.
“I will make you coffee, master,” Kira continued to smile as she slipped out of bed and folded her black wings to her shoulders, turning it into a living cape.
The mage said nothing as he turned over and pressed his body to Sylk. Where Kira had the mornings, Sylk would take the evenings when she could. Kira walked to the door and stepped out, closing it behind her. The siren dozed on as her master moved in close to her naked body under the sheets.
Arm curling around the siren, Trystan held her close. Sylk moved her webbed hand and held onto his arm, eyes closed. The siren snuggled her back against her master’s chest and stomach, his wet member fitting comfortably between her ass cheeks.
“How did you sleep?” Trystan asked with a whisper.
“Okay but these mornings are getting annoying,” The siren whispered back.
“I may have to chain her up if this continues,” Trystan smiled.
“Please master, let me,” Sylk playfully begged.
Warm scents rose up from their bodies. Trystan took comfort in it as it helped push away his brooding thoughts. Sylk held onto her master and she wiggled her bottom against him, teasing his cock back to life little by little.
“I see someone wants wake up sex,” Trystan whispered, holding her close.
“Why should she have all the fun? I like you rested too,” Sylk said as she teased him more and more.
The mage could not deny his hardening manhood as it stood to full attention, straining against the siren’s blue bottom, “Maybe one more round.”
Sylk spread her legs just enough for her master to slide in. Strong fingers gently rubbed blue pointed nipples. A webbed hand let go of her master’s arm and curled around his neck, spreading her legs wider and pushing her hips down to his base. Bodies moved in harmony between master and familiar.
“I could do that for you too, if you wanted,” Sylk gasped lightly as her master pushed in deep.
“I wouldn’t mind but you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Trystan moved in and out of her tightness.
“I want to make you happy,” Sylk squeezed him.
“You do make me happy,” Trystan managed to say as he upped the tempo.
Bodies moved to their primal rhythms, both unable to speak and pleasure blooming. Sylk let out a little whine as her master thickened, her own orgasm closing her eyes, feeling every sensation. The mage could feel his needs rising to the surface. As if reading his mind, the siren pulled from him and quickly pushed at his shoulder. Trystan lay on his back, his member full and throbbing. The siren straddled him, taking hold of his staff and pressing the head to her line. Sliding down, she let out a long moan until she reached the base.
Riding her master, Sylk bounced on his hips, making sure she took all of him. The mage took hold of her hips and helped controlled the tempo. Soon they were in sync again and bliss pushed at their hearts. On they went until they both felt their bodies react at the same time. Sylk threw her head back while Trystan tightened his hold on her hips. Bodies trembled as the mage spurted into his familiar and the siren squeezed him, taking his mana and sperm into her body alongside her own blinding orgasm. Magical energy turned his seed into pure mana and it seeped into her body, confined and ready to use. The siren collapsed onto her master’s chest, his arms wrapping around her and holding her close.
After a long moment of breathing heavy, Sylk lifted herself up and looked into her master’s eyes, “I can see it. Your mana pathways are not clear. You haven’t rested enough.”
“How can I rest when you and Kira can be so demanding?” Trystan smiled.
Sylk returned the smile with a smirk, “You know what I mean. The stress is taking its toll.”
“I will rest when we rescue our friends.”
Sylk maintained eye contact, “You need to rest before we rescue our friends.”
Trystan stared at his familiar for a few seconds before lifting her up and tossing her into the bed. Swinging legs over, the mage stood up and walked to the door, lifting his robe from the hanging peg. Sylk was already to her webbed feet. Tying the robe closed, the mage opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. Sylk followed.
Whispering a few words, black fabric appeared over her breasts, around her waist and between her thighs. The young mage stepped out of the hallway into the main room. Sunlight streamed in from wall-sized windows. In the adjacent kitchen, Kira held a coffee mug in her hand, steam rising up from it. The mage took a deep inhale as the smell of coffee filled the area.
Trystan had a surprising amount of energy. He lifted the cup from Kira’s scaled hands and took a sip before walking to the couch and taking a seat. Sylk remained standing as Kira moved around the kitchen island and stood at her side. The siren kept her stern gaze as her master took another sip and looked to Kira.
“This is a good cup of coffee. Thank you, Kira,” Trystan said with a half-smile.
“Thank you master,” Kira bowed her head.
Sylk rolled her eyes, “Stop being so subservient, we need to talk some sense into him. He is working himself into the ground.”
Trystan took another sip, “Do you feel the same, Kira?”
The dragon woman bowed her head again, “I hate to agree but Sylk is right.”
Trystan put the hot cup of coffee on the coffee table. Leaning back, he looked to his two familiars standing side by side. The mage was about to say something when a knock came from the main doors. Sylk turned and stepped to the door. Opening it, the siren smiled and threw her hands up, hugging the ink witch at the entryway.
“Gwen!” The siren shouted as she hugged the witch fiercely.
“Good to see you Sylk,” Gwen said as she hugged her back.
Trystan was on his feet, eyes on the witch. Sylk let go and stood to the side as Gwen stepped in. She was wearing travelling clothes and a backpack over her shoulders. After last night, the young mage didn’t know what to say. The surprise was plain on his face as Gwen stepped closer.
“I’m sorry about last night. I was tired and it was late. I didn’t mean…..”
Gwen put a finger to his lips, “You can make it up to me later. Get dressed and prepare your pack for a few nights. Two horses are waiting for us at the Northern gate and I want to leave
before noon.”
“Where are we going?” The mage asked with uncertainty in his eyes.
Gwen gave a knowing smile, “Let me worry about that. I expect you ready in the next ten minutes.”
Trystan eyed the beautiful witch for a moment before walking to his room to gather his things and get dressed.
***
Trystan gazed on at the rows of tombstones and mausoleums. The northern gate closed shut as horses shuffled uncomfortably. Gwen snapped the reins and her horse started to trot along. Trystan followed, eyes lost to immense cemetery stretching out from either side of the road.
The mage turned his head in the morning light. He knew the cemetery was big but he never had the chance to take it all in. Rumors and stories poured into his mind about the cemetery. The north gate of Stukarr was closed most of the time due to the undead attacks for centuries. The attacks were not consistent but one was too many. The young mage’s thoughts swam to Vanessa Shroud, the Dead Mother. She had died and was buried in this very place, waking to be one of the undead and spending decades here, roaming among tombstones and gray statutes of angels. Now that she was attending the college, the attacks have ceased. However, that didn’t stop the dreaded fear radiating from the cemetery like a creepy fog.
“Isn’t it nice and calm?” Gwen asked as she looked on.
“I can see the beauty in it,” Trystan said in a low voice.
Gwen trotted along, eyes turning to the mage, “The city continues to surprise me. When we return, we should have a picnic here.”
Trystan turned his head to the rows of graves. Something with glowing eyes peered around a large tombstone. It pulled its head back out of sight after a moment. A shiver ran up Trystan’s back as he resisted the urge to drive his heels into his steed’s side.
“They will not attack us. Vanessa and the Lord Mayor have created a peace. The dead love her and either side will not risk any more confrontations,” The Ink Witch said with serenity in her tone.
Trystan decided to change the subject, “You still haven’t told me where we are going?”
Gwen looked forward, body moving to the horse’s rhythm, “Just a little place for us to clear our minds. We should be there in little over two hours.”
Trystan remained silent. He knew he had been difficult lately. He and his friends were training with Professor Hart, Gwen and Jenny that they all had little time to enjoy the rest of the summer. Reeko was gone, spending his time making connections and spending coin for any information he could gather. Aznara trained with Professor Hart and spent a lot of time to herself. Trystan assumed the succubus was working through her pain but he wondered if she was beating herself up for siding with him.
Thoughts swirled on to Nia. The horrors Trystan conjured up in his mind caused nightmares. With no word on her or her exact whereabouts, the evil torment clawed at his spirit nearly hourly. It was enough to drive anyone mad. The mage let out a sigh as his horse clopped underneath him, dread slicing away at his thin resolve.
The cemetery passed and the countryside bloomed before them. The father they travelled, the more everything changed from gloom to living greenery. The road had a near mystical vibrancy as they rode on. The young mage looked to the trees and wildlife. It was enough to chase away his dark thoughts, long enough to breath in the fresh air. A little after two hours, Gwen put up her hand and they halted in the middle of nowhere.
Trystan looked around. All he saw was road and trees. There was nothing else, no lake or river, no town or inn. The mage shifted in his saddle, ass sore from riding. The ink witch scanned the area, eyes taking in every tree and bush. A rabbit hopped out, twitched its nose and hopped back into the brush.
The mage was about to say something when Gwen turned her head and made three hand signals. By the side of the road, a path appeared, moving deeper into the forest. Gwen flicked her reins and her horse moved to the path. Trystan followed. Riding for another ten minutes, Gwen made another set of hand signals. The trees before them shifted and faded from view. The mage watched with wide eyes as a clearing formed. Wavy lines formed in the hazy air and a moment later, a two story home appeared.
Trystan looked at the modest home. The wood panels were a little beaten and some of the roof shingles were missing. A weed filled garden sprouted from each side of the small path to the house. Other than that, it looked pretty sturdy. Off to the side was a small horse stable and past that, a small barn.
“Is this your home?” Trystan asked.
Gwen dismounted and landed on the dirt path, a burst of dust blooming up around her boots, “It is now. Bertha, the ink witch who I switched shops with, included it in the exchange. She told me it was a great place to get away but it turned into a hard journey for her. She let me have it.”
Trystan dismounted, “How does it stay hidden?”
Gwen led the horse to the stables, “It has an illusion stone underneath the foundation. Any creature coming too close will go around it and not even notice. The stone is a rare one and capable of hiding the house and anyone inside from prying eyes.”
“Truly a place to get away from it all,” The mage smirked.
“Let’s get the horses settled and get inside. We have a lot to talk about,” Gwen smiled.
Four
Nia sat at a small table with a lush garden surrounding her and the sun beaming high in the clear blue sky. The red head took a deep inhale, her senses awash in flowery scents. Honeybees buzzed from one flower to the next. Birds flew and sang their chirping songs. The hanging gardens bustled with life. If the fire mage lifted her head just a few inches higher, she could see Fallen York stretch out before her. Instead, she remained content to sit back and enjoy the greenery, forgetting where she was for the moment.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” said a voice from behind.
Nia didn’t move her head. She continued to look at the gardens as if she hadn’t heard anything. A handsome man in a gray robe stepped to the table, pulling out a chair and sitting across from the red head. Damon Wick leaned into the chair and gazed at the gardens, his eyes soft and full of wonderment.
“I’m glad you’re out of your room. Life is much too short to spend so much time alone. Are you hungry? I can have one of the servants bring you some food and tea?”
“Can they remove the collar? It can be uncomfortable at times,” Nia scratched at the black, rune covered collar around her neck.
Damon shook his head slightly, “I’m afraid that is one of the few things they cannot do. The collar is there for our protection and yours.”
“My familiar has been silent. I assume because of the collar. I would like very much to speak to him and know he is okay.”
Damon gave an understanding smile, “He is asleep as long at the collar is on you. He is not in pain and will be fine once it is removed.”
“It will be removed?” Nia said with distrust in her voice.
“It can be. I will have it removed if you join the Shadow or Night College. Otherwise, it will be removed when Trystan comes to save you.”
Nia turned her eyes to the renegade mage, “He will not come for me. He wouldn’t risk people’s lives for one person, even me.”
Damon smirked, “We both know that is not true. Either the college will rise up and attack or he will try to come alone. He will sneak into the city and find you, liberating your beauty from the clutches of evil. Poetic, really. I may have to chronicle the story when I have the time.”
“Haven’t you done enough? You brought monsters together to make this beautiful city. How can this go on? How can you want to wipe out humanity?”
Damon’s eyes took on a hint of sadness, “It is my destiny, something written in the very stars.”
Nia’s eyes stared hard, “I’m not some fool. It’s not destiny, but cold calculated design. You cannot help yourself or your ego.”
Damon’s smirk stayed on his lips, “Intelligent, fiery and beautiful, you have the makings of someone truly special. It is refreshing to speak to someon
e who sees through the veil of dreams, and wishful thinking. That is why I’m here. I must ask something of you and I will not take no for an answer.”
Before Damon could continue, a figure appeared at the entrance to the gardens. She glided along on purple tentacles, her tall form moving easily on land as it would at sea. With pointed headdress and priestess robes flowing, Theena moved to the table where Damon and Nia sat. To either side of her stood two Scylla guards holding spears pointed to the sky. The purple haired priestess carried a wicked smile as a slender hand reached down and touched Damon’s shoulder.
“My beloved, I have splendid news,” Theena said, her voice glowing.
Damon stood up and turned to the seven-foot kraken woman. Head at the same level as her breasts, he looked up and took her hands into his. Tentacles coiled around his legs and waist, tips lovingly stroking along his robe.
“What news can be greater than seeing you my love?” Damon smiled.
The kraken’s eyes turned away and a hint of red touched her pale cheeks, “I have communed with Draygon. He has given me an answer to your proposal.”
“My heart cannot contain itself. Tell me my love.”
Theena looked down into Damon’s eyes, “He has blessed our union and will allow us to marry for his greater glory!” passion filling her every word.
Damon’s mouth curved into a happy smile, “This is fantastic news! We will begin preparations immediately. We are truly blessed.”
The renegade mage raised himself on his toes as Theena bent down. Their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Nia stared with disbelief to what she just witnessed. Tentacles curled around Damon’s neck, arms and waist. When their lips parted, the high priestess looked to the mage with desire in her eyes.
“We should celebrate. Take me my mage so we can revel in our union,” Theena said with a naughty grin.
Damon raised her pale hand to his lips and kissed the back of it, “I will my love but first I must speak to Nia a little while longer. Be waiting for me and I will be right there to bask in our love.”
