by Eden Redd
The fire mage tried to swim back to the surface of her mind but she was dragged under, reality slipping away. Freya stared down as Nia hungrily sucked on her cock. Devva’s cock slipped out and the albino shoved her aside.
“I want to try!” Paula laughed as she took hold of her cock and pushed into Nia’s dripping slit.
Freya looked down, feeling Nia’s tongue press along the shaft while her lips were tight close to the base, “We are going to be close friends from now on but first I have to help with your training,” Freya leered.
Nia could feel another orgasm pressing, fighting to break the surface of her being. Paula rammed her thick cock into Nia over and over. The fire mage’s body trembled with each slap against her bottom. The albino raked her fingernails across Nia’s back and she cried out in pain. Freya watched with amused eyes as Nia’s mouth sucked down to the hilt of her magical cock. The bliss roared from deep within. Nia’s cheeks and chest glowed red as another orgasm exploded. Freya raised a hand next to Nia’s face and snapped her fingers.
The sudden ping of sound caused Nia’s eyes to widen. Paula continued her relentless assault, her cock snug in Nia’s tight hole. The fire mage could not believe her body reacting to a dull vibrating song threatening to send her over the edge again. Freya watched with intensity as Nia moaned louder, another orgasm bursting through her. The shadow mage put her fingers to Nia’s ear and snapped them again. A second later, her cock bulged.
Nia’s mouth clamped over Freya’s black cock, a muffled scream barely heard through the room. Molten black globs of come spurted down Nia’s throat. She drank it down but more pumped along the cock and to the back of her throat. The amount was obscene as mana come filled her mouth and dripped down from the corners of her lips.
“It’s going to be a long night. I bet we have you trained by the morning.” Freya cackled as she kept the cock hard and pushing deep into Nia’s already full mouth.
A raging fire bloomed from within Nia’s heart as pleasure soothed her. The world had taken on shades of paradise as the fire mage and shadow mages moaned on, hope shined deep in her heart as she committed to teaching this foul shadow mage a lesson with the first possible chance. Brow forming into a hard V, she stared at Freya’s shifting aura as another orgasm bloomed and fingers snapped by her ear.
Nine
The living room was packed with bodies. Chairs were brought in from the dining room and kitchen. Those who did not have a chair sat on the floor as Trystan and Professor Hart stood. Gwen and Bella had come down the stairs. They brought with them sheets of paper with intricate drawings. Placing them on the coffee table, the group of companions went over every drawing with a fine toothed comb. They had been at it for hours and the weariness showed in their sagging eyes.
“We should go over the plan again,” Trystan said while rubbing his own eyes.
The companions gave an exhausted nod. The orc Shyla twirled one of her pigtails as she eyed the mage. Gwen looked like she was on the verge of passing out. Jenny was slumped in the couch, eyes barely open. Reeko clutched a bottle of wine to his chest in his chair. Bella’s body was literally sagging. Lori sat with dark circles under her eyes. Captain Sord leaned against a wall, hand to chin as if in deep thought. Even the normally bright Professor Hart was a bit wilted. Aznara sat on the floor with her legs crossed, bright eyed and smiling.
Lori let out a yawn before she spoke, “I have brought enough ingredients to make shape shifting potions for everyone here to become orcs. First thing in the morning, I’m going to brew the potions so we have enough for the journey to Fallen York. I must remind everyone that the potion immediately wears off if you use any spells, but your familiars will be fine if they appear. This is important because we will only have a limited supply of potions.”
Aznara eyed the druid, “I still don’t understand why we need to be orcs? We could be demons or any other creature. They are accepting all monsters into the city.”
Captain Sord stood up from the wall, “That is where we come in. Fallen York has a sizeable orc population. I know many of the warriors in the city. When we show up, it will be more convincing why we are there when I bring a group of orcs and my daughter through the gate. They will be suspicious without the family bonds. Shyla is fully grown and a capable warrior. She will be an asset.”
The female orc smiled, “Someone needs to keep an eye on all of you.”
Sord’s eyes looked to his daughter with fatherly love, “We will all look out for each other. Try not to be too much like your mother.”
“You mean strong and independent. I can’t make that promise,” Shyla smirked.
“I mean crazy,” Sord sighed.
“I can’t keep that promise either,” The orc grinned.
Trystan gave a polite smile, “Once we are in the city, we will need to set up lodgings. One of our informants will reach out to us when they have a better idea where Nia and Sunara are in Castle Spire.”
Bella nodded, “Several slimes are trying to pinpoint their rooms while a few others are attempting to explore under the city.”
Professor Hart stepped forward, “This is the tricky part of the plan. Make no mistake; we have to be fully on our toes and watching our every step. I brought with me chaos potions, one for each of us. Once the seal is broken, each potion will create an illusion of several robed figures. The illusions will run off and attempt to hide or get away. They cannot hurt anyone and will disappear once any damage is inflicted on them.”
Shyla tilted her head, “Why is called a chaos potion?”
Professor Hart nodded, “The illusions will make fancy firework spells as they run. The fireworks do no damage. They will do other things that will make themselves noticeable like knocking on doors, windows and running from groups. Their whole purpose is to give off the impression of attack and misdirection. They are not very good at hiding but how they behave will compel the guards to chase them. These potions were used hundreds of years ago at the Battle of Bellun when marauders attacked the town. Invented by Christopher Invict, a young mage, he confused the invaders long enough for the town’s people to regroup and press them back over their walls.”
Reeko put the wine bottle down and looked up with bleary eyes, “That is where my team comes in. Aznara, Shyla, Sord and I will spread out into the city and when the signal is sent, we will use the chaos potions.”
Gwen looked to Trystan and smiled, “I will tether myself to Trystan’s mind. When they have Nia and Sunara, I will send up a mana burst. After that, Lori and I will head for the tunnels.”
Professor Hart knelt down and ran a finger along the drawn map, “Trystan and I, with our familiars, will enter the main keep and rescue Nia and Sunara. With Trystan tethered to Gwen and our familiars, we should be a small, but strong enough force to get them out of the castle and to our escape route.”
“I don’t understand why I have escape tunnel duty. I should be on the rescue team. You will need every bit of mana in case there is trouble,” Jenny huffed.
“You have enough mana strength to get the team out in one piece. Trystan and I will be using everything we have to move Nia and keep Sunara contained,” Professor Hart said with understanding eyes.
Lori turned her attention to Gwen, “Can you mentally tether to everyone so we can all speak to each other?”
Gwen shook her head slightly, “The spirit tether only works with two people who have a deep connection. If I tried to connect to even one more person, I could lose the connection completely.”
Professor Hart continued, “Once the chaos potions are in effect and our friend’s rescued, we make our way to the rendezvous point here, close to the west wall. Once the slimes get us a map of the tunnels, we use those tunnels to escape. Jenny, Reeko and I will use our earth spells to push away any obstacles. Once we are beyond the city, we cannot rest. The entire city will be scouring the countryside looking for us. The Shadow College is in between us and freedom.”
Sord nodded his head, “I know a sm
all orc village to the west. We can use it only for our escape and stay one night. There could be spies so we will avoid the village going to Fallen York but we will have a better chance once we make our way back.”
“How can we be sure no one will turn us in?” Trystan asked.
Sord eyed the mage and smirked, “I know the captain of the guard. I trained him when he was young. He can be trusted.”
Professor Hart looked to the group and shadows covered his eyes, “It is a good plan but let us be clear going forward. We are only there to rescue Nia and Sunara. We are not there to start a war. This quest must be a zero-casualty mission for us and any para-humans we come across.”
“They won’t show us the same kindness,” Aznara sneered.
“True but I have to agree with Professor Hart. If we go in and kill anyone, even in self-defense, we will only be driving the point in further that we are the enemy. We rescue them and get out,” Trystan said calm strength in his eyes.
Most of the group nodded except for Aznara and Reeko.
Reeko spoke next, “What if they capture us? I have talked with my family’s connections. If one of us is captured, they will not be kind. The propaganda is everywhere. Even sympathizers will be executed.”
The room took a gloomy vibe as everyone mulled over Reeko’s words.
“We have to make sure no one is caught,” Sord smiled and continued, “There are already sympathizers in the city. Damon Wick announced that the Night College will have mandatory classes on Draygon’s teachings. Many who have been looking forward to learning magic have turned uneasy with this new information. The Dead Sea God requires your soul for service and many monsters are unwilling to pay that price.”
Lori looked to the orc, “We may have more friends than we think inside?”
Sord nodded, “There are possibilities if one or more of us are captured but I’m sure we rather not take it that far.”
“Let’s not get to that point. Besides, I have trained many of you and you all have shown improvement. Let’s stick to the plan and we should get out of this unharmed.” Professor Hart said in an even tone.
Trystan thought to the black book in his backpack, mulling over his bargaining chip. Shadowy tendrils caressed the inner recesses of his mind. Light urges pushed at him to walk upstairs and open its pages.
Professor Hart’s shoulders sagged a little, “It has been a long evening. We will depart in two days. In the meantime, I still have some training to impart and we will go over the plan again tomorrow.”
Aznara raised a clawed hand, “What about college? It starts in a few days. If we don’t show up, someone may notice.”
Professor Hart gave a weak smile, “I spoke with the Headmaster and Headmistress. We are on a research quest to find some magical artifacts. Unsure how long it will take before we return.”
“Did they believe you?” Trystan asked with a raised eyebrow.
Professor Hart let out a tired laugh, “They didn’t ask any further questions. They simply wished me and my students good luck and to return safely.”
The room grew quiet, minds processing the task before them.
“Everyone, get some rest. We will need all of our strength for the road ahead. Trystan, stay behind. I need to speak with you,” Professor Hart said and turned to the kitchen.
Trystan followed the professor as they walked to the back-screen door, opened it and stepped out into the dark backyard. With only the lights from the house illuminating the yard, strange shadows moved with each small breeze. The professor walked until they were far away enough from the house to be out of earshot.
The professor turned to the young mage and gave a fatherly smile, “I feel the plan is a good one but a good mage always has an ace up their sleeve. Don’t you agree?”
Trystan nodded as his mind went back to the black book.
Professor Hart was silent for a moment before he spoke, “Do you remember the slime attack?”
“I could never forget it, Professor.”
“Do you remember when I mana merged with Lana?”
Trystan’s mind floated back to the very day of the slime attack. Professor Hart and his familiar fused their bodies to become one entity. The young mage remembered seeing their mana lines converge to become a powerful creature, a mixture of master and familiar.
Hart continued, “When a mage and their familiar share the same vibration, they can merge their bodies into a new body called a chimera. There are actual chimeras on Lurth but the name is used for the merging of master and familiar. Not many mages can achieve this form because they have difficulty understanding the vibrations and mana chakra lines. Your training with Gwen to focus your mana has improved by leaps and bounds. When you connected with Bella during the battle, it showed you understand what it means to fuse your being with another. I have thought long and hard about this….”
Professor Hart became silent, eyes moving to thoughts as if he was crossing a line he wasn’t sure he was ready to cross, “I wish to teach you how to achieve your chimera form with Sylk.”
Trystan’s eyes widened, “Professor, I would welcome such knowledge. I saw how you used it to slow down the giant slime Belle. If I can be a further asset on the quest then we should take advantage of it.”
Professor Hart’s expression turned grim, “I believe so too but there are a few things you must understand first. Becoming a chimera combines everything about you with your familiar. Since you are young, you may only be able to hold your chimera form for roughly a minute. It will last longer as you become more experienced but there is something else you must always keep in your mind when you take this form.”
“What is that, Professor?”
“The chimera form is seductive in its power. You will not wish to separate if you merge too many times. The longer you are merged, the less control you will have. If you stay in your chimera form, you both will become mad and a danger to yourselves and others. Eventually you both will burn out from the power and seek to drain it from any living thing, whether it is friend or foe. Do you understand? This power can save or destroy. I feel your kind heart will use it as a force of good.”
Trystan looked to the professor, mind filling with questions, “Why Sylk? Can I use it with Kira or any other familiar?”
Professor Hart’s lips curved into a small smile, “We all see the love you and the siren have for each other. That bond will ensure you two can merge. Perhaps in the future you may be able to achieve chimera with Kira but for now, let’s focus on you and Sylk.”
Trystan bowed his head, “I am honored, Professor. I won’t let you down.”
Hart nodded, “I know good mage. Get some sleep and we will begin your training tomorrow.”
Ten
Gwen and Lori stirred several smoking cauldrons in the kitchen. The ink witch and druid mixed ingredients and watched the clock. They were hard at work as everyone else stood at the bay windows, noses practically pressed against the glass, watching with wide eyes.
In the backyard, Professor Hart stood facing Trystan and Sylk. The mage and siren made hand signals and whispered arcane words. Trystan made a hand signal too quickly and the audible fizzle filled the air. Professor Hart mouthed the words “Try again” and the mage and siren resumed their stance and began the process all over.
“They have been at it for hours. What are they doing?” The female orc asked as her eyes wandered to Trystan’s hands.
“Special training, I think. I’m not sure,” Reeko shook his head, green ears bobbing.
Jenny let out an annoyed sigh, “Professor Hart is training Trystan to achieve a chimera form. It is a rare form of magic that allows you to merge with your familiar.”
“Why isn’t he teaching all of us?” Aznara whispered, “We saw how powerful it made Professor Hart. We could storm Fallen York and put an end to war before it starts.”
Jenny watched Professor Hart and Trystan, eyes half closed, “Not anyone can do it. The best key I can come up with is you need to hav
e a special connection to your familiar. Even I have tried and haven’t been successful at it. It’s not just knowing the ritual and words. You have to have a deeper understanding of mana. The professor might think Trystan has this understanding and is trying to see if it works.”
“Seems unfair, Vossa and I are a great team. We should be out there learning with him.”
Gwen turned her head to the group as they gawked, “I think you all have been looking long enough. Come here and help with the potions. We will need all of them finished by tonight.”
The group all turned and spread out into the kitchen, helping the witch and the druid with the stirring of cauldrons and preparing the potion bottles. The orc Shyla stayed at the window, black eyes on the young mage as he performed the motions again.
Another fizzle filled the air. Trystan let his arms drop and huffed his frustration. Sylk let out her own tired sigh. The sun shined high in the sky, shafts of light filtering through the trees.
Professor Hart looked to them, “I would say let’s take a break but I already know what you’re going to say.”
“Sorry Professor,” Trystan said simply.
Professor Hart smiled, “The good news is you both have the ritual and spell words memorized. The not so terrible news is that you two need to sync your emotions a little better. I can tell Sylk is worried about you and I can see you are trying too hard.”
Trystan and Sylk nodded silently.
The good professor continued, “We have a number of days to reach Fallen York. In that time, spend a part of your day practicing. I would also suggest you two spend a little more time being intimate. It will help.”
“If we achieve chimera form, it will dispel the orc potion,” Trystan reminded the Professor.
“Glad you are taking that into account. A simple solution is to perform the ritual but do not invoke the last word. When and if the time comes, you will have practiced enough so when you need to, you both will be ready.”
The mage and siren nodded again.
