by Eden Redd
Theena glanced over at the fire mage, her brow turning into a scowl, “As you wish my love. Do not take long or I may have to start without you.”
The high priestess uncoiled her tentacles, turned and glided out of the garden, her two guards trailing behind. Damon watched her leave, eyes on her shapely bottom until she was out of sight. Head tilting forward, a happy smile stayed on his lips. The renegade mage sat back down, eyes awash in happy thoughts.
“You really love her,” Nia said in an even voice.
“I have dreamed of her for such a long time. I can barely believe she has feelings for me as well. The night of the ritual, I knew I would have to work hard to show her my feelings. Now we are getting married.”
Nia looked away, “Congratulations,” The mage said flatly.
“Thank you, even if you don’t mean it,” Damon sat for a moment before speaking again, “I have decided that I want you as one of Theena’s bridesmaids. It will be you with several Scylla but I’m sure it will be fine.”
Nia turned her head to Damon, shock written into her eyes, “Bridesmaid?”
“I know it is a great honor but I…..” Damon was cut off.
“I will not take any part in this! You are insane to even suggest I would help you in your wedding.”
Damon let the mage finish before he spoke, “I will ignore the fact that you are being rude in my home. I will also ignore your outburst and lack of manners. You will be one of Theena’s bridesmaids and you will accept your role with grace or I will have Trystan ripped apart before your eyes.” The last part came out with hard edge.
Nia was silent as she stared at the mage across from her, stomach swirling and nauseous.
Damon’s brow softened, “Trystan will come for you and when he arrives he will be a guest of honor at my wedding and at my table. When the festivities are over, I will have Trystan sacrificed to the Dead Sea God as tribute to his glory. If you do your part, you will be set free and I will make his death as painless as possible. If you resist, I will make sure he suffers until his body gives out. Either way, he will give up his life to Draygon, saving your life and the lives of your friends. Do we understand each other?”
Nia’s heart clenched in her chest as eyes lowered their gaze to the table. Without looking up, she nodded, a piece of her spirit dying. Damon smiled as he sat back, a whimsical look taking over.
“Thank you Nia. The invitation to join my colleges is still there if you decide to take it. Enjoy the rest of your day. I must go and be with my beloved. Take all the time you need to understand that this is all for the greater good.”
Damon stood up, bowed and walked to the garden entrance. When he was gone, Nia stared at the beautiful flowers before her, a dread sinking deep into her heart. Mind working, thoughts once again on escaping to save Trystan and their friends.
Five
Gwen dropped her bag by the entrance. Trystan closed the door behind them. The ink witch walked in, heading to the back kitchen. The mage looked about, taking in the large living room and fireplace. The furniture appeared a little worn but comfortable. Oil lamps stood on small tables in the corners. Paintings graced the walls while a large rug covered the middle of the living space. A large bookshelf lined one of the walls filled with an assortment of tomes.
Gwen stepped into the open kitchen in the back. Pulling some glasses from the cupboard, she turned on the sink and filled each one. Walking back, she handed one to the mage as she continued to stand at the entrance, eyes looking out the window.
“The house is covered in the illusion. No one will find us here unless they have the spell. Have some water and get comfortable.”
Trystan took the glass of water and walked to the couch. His behind was sore from the long ride and was happy to sit on the soft couch. Drinking his water, he continued to look around. Gwen join him on the couch, sipping her water and bringing her knees under her.
The witch pulled her glass from her lips, eyes on the mage, “There are solar panels on the roof that feed a battery. The house has some power to recharge cell phones, power the refrigerator and power the heater if necessary but not much else. There is an antenna also on the roof to get a cell service but we can only use it for emergencies incase gremlins follow the signal. Upstairs are several bedrooms and two bathrooms. Plumbing works but the heat gives out fast in the showers. Better to take baths.”
“This is a great little place out in the middle of nowhere,” Trystan said as he continued to soak it all in.
“I think so too. I have been here once and only for a night.”
Trystan had nearly forgotten about everything until the dark thoughts of Nia came rushing back. Lowering his glass, the mage stared off with pain leaking into his brow.
“Gwen, why are we here?”
The Ink Witch took a sip of water before speaking, “I think you’ve needed some time away to think. Here we have no distractions so you can regain your strength and have some time to sort everything out.”
Trystan’s face remained neutral, “I’m fine. I just need time to put together a plan to save our friends.”
“And you will have it here. Professor Hart has a few days to come up with his plan and you have a few days to come up with yours. The countryside is the best place to clear your mind. I will be here to help you every step of the way.”
Gwen uncurled her legs and walked to the backpacks by the entrance. Picking up both of them, she walked across the room to the bottom of the stairs.
“I will put our things in our room and then we can get started with cleaning up the house and putting our plan together,” Gwen said plainly.
Trystan looked to the raven-haired witch, “I don’t have much of a say in this, do I?”
“No, you don’t,” Gwen said and began her ascent up the stairs.
Trystan let out a breath and drank down the rest of his water, his life for now resigned to the witch’s authority.
***
The housework moved quickly between them. Trystan spent his time dusting and cleaning up. Gwen unloaded her backpack with food, wine and toiletries for their stay. Then in the middle of it, Gwen took over dusting and Trystan changed bed sheets in each of the rooms. An hour and a half later, the house was clean enough to live in.
The mage enjoyed the simple act of cleaning. It occupied his mind and kept the dark thoughts at bay. Sometimes he would have a moment where they crept in too close but turning back to his duties, they would retreat to the back of his mind. The mage walked into the kitchen and poured himself some more water, the silence caressing his already frayed nerves.
Looking up, Trystan watched as the ink witch walked down the stairs and into the living room with a yoga mat under each arm. Unrolling the mats, she laid them each in the middle of the room. When done, she took off her black steeple hat and gently placed it on the couch.
Eyes turned to the mage in the kitchen, “Come here. We are going to do some exercises together.”
Trystan put down his glass and walked over to Gwen. The witch stood on her mat facing the other one. The mage took off his boots and placed them by the foot of the stairs. Stepping over, he took his place on the other mat and faced the witch.
Gwen closed her eyes, “Your chakras are misaligned and your mana points are flickering. There is no steady stream in your body. We will do some relaxation techniques and clear your mana pathways,” The witch paused before speaking again, “I will need you to have an open mind and do everything I tell you.”
Trystan eyed the witch, “You are being a little more….ummm…dominating. Is this because I was acting like a jerk?”
Gwen opened her eyes, “We can talk about you being a jerk another time. Right now I think you need to be healed and I’m going to heal you.”
Trystan smirked but Gwen kept her face a blank mask. Feeling awkward, the smirk faded and he stood at attention. The witch stood before him for a few silent moments. The mage opened his senses and could see the faint outline of Gwen aligning her pathways
and chakra points. Seeing her focusing only brought up a question in his mind. Was she misaligned as well? Was he causing her stress this whole time?
Gwen’s eyes took on a dim light and then she began to remove her clothing. Trystan watched as the raven-haired beauty took off her top and tossed it on the couch. Her pale hands moved to her pants as she unbuckled and slipped them over her hips. The mage gazed at her perfect form as her panties fell to her ankles, leaving her naked in the sun-drenched room.
“Undress,” The witch commanded.
Trystan lost in the moment, hesitated before pulling at his own shirt. With the top off, he removed his pants and tossed his clothes onto the couch.
“Sit down and cross your legs. Put your hands on your knees and close your eyes,” Gwen said with an even tone.
The mage knew better than to say anything. Sitting down, he crossed his legs, put his hands on his knees and closed his eyes. With his sight blocked out, he could hear Gwen settle down on her mat. Opening one eye, the mage stared at the witch as she sat like him, eyes closed. Her chest heaved with each calm breath, light brown nipples pointed from heavy breasts.
“Close your eye,” Gwen said with her eyes closed.
Trystan closed his eye and didn’t bother wondering how she knew. Remembering his previous training with her, the mage took in deep breaths through his nose, exhaling out his mouth. Gwen did the same and soon both mage and witch were breathing in harmony.
“Keep breathing. Clear your mind and allow your pathways to realign.”
Trystan breathed in and out, pushing away the outside world. With his eyes closed, he was centered and better able to cope. The anxiety and pain seemed to drift further back into his heart and mind. Muscles relaxing, the mage felt a cool calmness wash over him.
“Nia,” Gwen whispered.
Trystan’s heart thumbed in his chest. The sudden rush of adrenaline spiked his blood pressure. The mage could not keep his brow from furling as his cool demeanor slipped away. Pain and torment came rushing back like a tidal wave. Pathways turned jagged and Trystan lost all control. Eyes opening, he stared as Gwen crawled toward him.
“Close your eyes and focus,” The witch said as her naked body moved closer, eyes glowing with dreamy light.
Trystan closed his eyes but could not keep the agony at bay. Fingers dug into his own knees and his lips tightened. Why was she doing this? What could she accomplish by driving him to this point?
“Nia,” Gwen whispered again, this time in Trystan’s ear.
“Stop…” Trystan said with an angry edge.
“Nia,” Gwen whispered again, ignoring him.
Trystan was about to open his eyes and get up, ready to storm off when fingers touched his manhood. The mage froze with eyes closed, as fingers moved along his member. Angry blood pooled into his manhood, hardening it with each gentle stroke.
“I’m going to heal you by bringing focus to the chaos in your heart and mind. Do as I say, and remain silent,” Gwen commanded.
Trystan fought the urge to lash back. Blood boiled, as he didn’t understand what she was trying to do. Muscles tensed and his center was off kilter. Fingers rubbed along his hardening manhood, stroking his shaft until he was fully hard. The caged beast within wanted to break free. It wanted to take the witch and force its way into her, destroying every shred of control the mage may have had.
The mage’s body twitched when Gwen pressed her lips to his throbbing manhood. The anguish was still there but something bloomed in the distance. Trystan felt his entire body relax as lips wrapped around the tip and gently slid down. The inner darkness grew hot and a dripping bliss spilled over his mind. Hands touching his thighs, energy flowed into his bloodstream. Gwen bobbed her head, pleasing the young mage with every tight stroke of her lips. After long moments, Trystan felt the anger and frustration bleed away. Letting out a sigh, he continued to sit, warmth streaming into his body.
Gwen pulled her mouth from his member and moved in close. On her knees, she moved onto the sitting Trystan, one leg curling around his waist and then another. The mage could feel her wet slit touch his throbbing tip as she hovered over him. A second later, she allowed gravity to take hold, her body welcoming his staff. Sliding down, inches pushed into her until she sat comfortably in his lap.
Trystan reached up with a hand to take hold of Gwen’s more than ample bottom. The witch took him by the wrist and planted his hand back on his own knee. Pale arms moved under Trystan’s shoulders and clamped on. Hips moved slightly as she accommodated him. The heat between them was overflowing.
“Let my energy align you. Let my heat burn away the poisons in your blood. Let my heart beat with yours,” Gwen whispered.
Energy flooded Trystan’s body. The mage could not believe the power connecting from Gwen’s heart to his. The witch moved her body while clutching to him. Eyes opening, they glowed with white light. Trystan could see the glow even with his eyes closed. Chakra points aligned. Mana pathways opened, clearing away spiritual blockage. The air around them took a on a fuzzy hue. A pressure began to build and the mage felt he could not stop it.
“Gwen…..I…” Trystan tried to say while her breasts pushed against him.
“Do not come…..use that energy….heal yourself,” Gwen said as if she was possessed.
Heat boiled off the anger. The world grew in his heart. Memories floated by with moments he shared with Gwen, Nia, Sylk, Bella, Aznara and Kira. Heart swelling, something broke, allowing his mind to sweep away the darkness and shadows in a blinding light.
Gwen shuddered as the energy she sent into the mage came flooding back. Between them, drops of nirvana touched the inner lake that was their spirits. Gwen fought back tears as her body reacted, shuddering from an orgasm, followed by another. Trystan’s inner shell fell away and a bright new being stepped in. Deep inside, a piece of him wiggled. Holding back his need to orgasm, tendrils of energy struck at his pleasure center. Mind opening and head tilting back, a moan flowed up his throat as an explosion blanked out his mind. Threads of ecstasy curled around his heart and his mind. Just as he thought he was finishing, another explosion lit up his being.
Unable to stay sitting, the mage fell back onto the floor. Gwen fell with him, keeping the connection between them as she moaned another orgasm. The witch could not stop her movements as Trystan remained rock hard inside her. The mage’s eyes rolled into his head and his mouth opened, an ocean of bliss crashing down on him.
The glowing light in Gwen’s eyes faded. Moving her body on Trystan’s rigid cock, she looked to him. The mage’s head turned to the side with eyes unresponsive. Pressing her body along his, she could not stop herself as another orgasm bloomed. Bodies burst in perspiration as this went on for minutes.
Gwen kissed Trystan as she rode him. The mage’s eyes rolled back into place. Blinking, he looked to Gwen’s smiling face through lust colored eyes.
“What was that?” Trystan nearly shouted.
“Tantric soul healing technique,” Gwen said with heavy sultry breaths, “I felt I needed to bring out the big guns.”
Trystan wrapped his arms around the witch’s waist, “I…..I never…felt something like that before. It was amazing. I came but I don’t think I come.”
Gwen nodded her head with half-closed eyes, her hips still moving on Trystan’s cock, “When you transcend your physical form……bliss becomes an idea and not something the body must produce,” Gwen managed through heated breaths.
The mage looked to Gwen with heat and excitement, “You can’t stop yourself can you?” Trystan smiled.
“I’m not sure. I’ve never performed this technique before. You’re my first,” Gwen said and her body shuddered from another orgasm.
“I think we should keep going until we are finished healing our souls,” The mage said with a devilish grin.
***
Trystan sat naked at the kitchen table. Gwen sauntered over with a bowl of grapes and a mischievous smile. Bypassing the empty chair, she sat on Trysta
n’s lap and began feeding him grapes.
The air was alive and the mage could not contain his grin. It felt like a weight had lifted off his shoulders, and there was no more pain. With glowing excitement, Trystan gobbled down grape after grape. Gwen could not contain her own glowing feelings. She laughed and giggled as she fed her mage another fruit. Trystan took hold of a stem, broke it and began feeding green grapes to his witch one by one.
“I never knew connections could run that deep,” Trystan smiled.
“I had an idea but never experience it until now,” Gwen smiled, continuing to feed him.
“It’s almost like we left our bodies,” Trystan bit down on a juicy grape.
“How do you feel now?”
“Clear headed like I can see all the roads ahead of me.”
Gwen nodded, “How do you feel about Nia?”
Trystan paused, “I miss her. I love her. I know we have to rescue her but there isn’t that foggy pain, clouding my thoughts.”
Gwen eyed him with a smile, “The effects we are feeling are not a cure. The technique is to give you clarity without the distraction of pain. It will help for the obstacles ahead of us.”
“Us?” Trystan raised an eyebrow.
“I’m coming with you this time. I will not let you out of my sight again, Trystan Song,” Gwen said as she wrapped her arm around his neck.
“We will march together into a monster city, take back our friends and stop Damon Wick’s nefarious plans. Together we can do anything!”
The intoxicating bliss infected both mage and witch. Lips touching, hands caressed each other across smooth skin. Gwen gasped as goose bumps rose where Trystan traced his fingers. The mage stared with bright eyes, his member stirring to life once again under the witch.
“Again?” Gwen asked with a smirk.
“Again but maybe we should try the bed upstairs?”
The mage stood up with the witch in his arms. Gwen put the bowl of grapes on the table and curled arms around his neck. Walking over to the stairs, Trystan eyed the beautiful woman as he took each step up, walked down the hall and into the master bedroom. Barely kicking the door closed, the mage tossed Gwen onto the bed. The witch giggled until the mage crawled onto her, his manhood touching her line. With a gasp, they joined and continued their love making well into the night.
