The Wizard of Time

by Therese MacFarland

  Druscilla cried out as Jordan pushed into her suddenly. He moaned and time slowed to a crawl as he thrust into her in a slow, steady pace that drove them both insane. He didn't waver from the pace, no matter how she tried to pull him in, urge him on. Jordan stared into her eyes, his burning with lust.

  "Just like this. No slower, no faster. This is mine."

  Druscilla thought she would go insane, die of need. The pressure built in every cell and all of her clutched at his hard shaft, craving release. It built and built until she felt him throb, and she knew that he would lose control. The fire that built between them set the sky ablaze with orange and red and purple. And when they cried out together, a huge chime sounded from very far away. And time stopped, for just a moment.

  Jordan pulled Druscilla onto his chest and kissed her forehead. And then she rubbed her hand along his heart and squealed.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Look!” She tapped on his chest and he squinted down. Over his heart shone a deep purple fleur-de-lis. “What does it mean? Oh, Jordan, maybe you're the Wizard of Time."

  "Crickey."

  Chapter Eight

  "This is really odd, Tessa. Not your typical first date.” King Art squirmed a bit, testing the ropes that bound him to the royal bedposts. Well, I could break free if I wanted to. Of course I will eventually ... just a trifle interested in what she'll do. Then I'll stop this nonsense.

  "It's my typical first date, Sire.” Tessa snorted and stripped off her skirt and blouse. She had donned her boots again and was in the process of emptying the contents of a huge handbag onto the bed next to his legs. Tessa pulled several interesting-looking accoutrements from the pile.

  Art stared at her body, her dark nipples peeking through her gauze black bra, her slender hips, the dark tiny patch of hair clearly visible through transparent panties. He dragged his gaze away to examine the tools she spread out.

  "What the hell are those?” Art sighed, knowing that no matter how hard he tried to feign disinterest, his huge erection betrayed him. Tessa seemed to enjoy the fact immensely, oohing and aahing several times at the sight of him. Art had to admit, her compliments were pleasant—'you're the best looking son of a bitch I've ever seen,’ and ‘I want that cock as my personal plaything,’ and ‘where have you been all my life, big boy,’ were all things he hadn't heard much of, what with being king and all. She had even occasionally touched herself in ways that nearly made him lose it completely, evidently simply to keep his interest. It had.

  This is rather new and unexpected. I'm pretty sure I like it.

  "I'm not sure what your brother would say about this, Tessa. I don't think this is what he had in mind."

  "I'm fairly certain it's exactly what he had in mind, Sire. Well, maybe not the details, I don't share everything with him. But he did tell me in no uncertain terms to have coffee with you, and then make sure you had a really good time. And that it would be good if you would fall for me. Trevor's usually fairly perceptive about these things. He's a powerful wizard, you know."

  "Hmnn.” Art thought he might have a word with Trevor after this was over. Perhaps knighthood was in order, he mused. He looked at the gorgeous witch as she studied her tools seriously, stopping now and again to smile at him or plant an erotic kiss on his lips or chest or stomach.

  When had a date for coffee turned into the Naughty Channel? Things had gone fairly normally for a while. A lovely long chat at a table set for two on an open air landing with a romantic view of the entire kingdom. Tessa had gone on about her entire life, her travels, her loves and losses, her family. Art had listened in rapt lustful attention, simply nodding or grunting in agreement now and then. He hadn't been able to pull himself away from those remarkable hazel eyes, which shone like jewels and sparkled when she laughed. Coffee had turned into dinner and the evening wore on magically.

  That's right. It was the kiss. He had lost track of everything after that kiss. Tessa had stopped talking suddenly and pulled her chair close to his.

  "You have the most beautiful hair, Sire. I really like those dimples. Gives you a kind of sexy angelic look.” Her voice was slow and dark and like something from the Southern Territory. It went right to his crotch.

  "Not quite sure I understand how an angel...” Art stopped cold when she threw her long hair over her shoulder and leaned in so her cleavage was a few inches away from his chin, her lips an inch away from his. She rubbed her thumb along his bottom lip and sighed.

  "I wish you'd let me show you what a sexy angel you are.” And she kissed him in a way that he had only seen on the Naughty Channel. Most of the kiss seemed to happen outside their mouths, he remembered in wonder. And about fifteen minutes later, he found himself spread-eagle on his own royal bedspread.

  "All right, Art, let's get down to business. How do you like it?” Tessa ran her fingertips lightly along his hardened shaft and he hissed and squirmed.

  "Well, that's a good start."

  Tessa threw her head back and laughed. She stood and slowly pulled off her bra and then slid her panties down her long legs, stepping out of them on her high-heeled boots.

  "Why do I get the impression you'd prefer to have your hands free?"

  "No, I'm fine like this. At your mercy and whatnot, right? Is there some specific way I should act? Am I supposed to be terrified of you or something? Call you Mistress?"

  "If you like.” She smiled. “But this is for you, not for me."

  "Oh, really? Well, then, why don't you get your damned hand back on my cock and give it a good pull, Mistress. Because I'm going to die if you don't touch me. And that wouldn't be good for the kingdom. No heir and such."

  He smiled and saw the surprise on her face.

  "Hmnn. Trevor told you I'm an imbecile, didn't he? Oh. My. Stars.” Art writhed and threw his head back as Tessa began magic caresses that hardened him like never before, took him to the brink very quickly. “You're very good at that."

  "Mistress."

  "Yes, sorry, Mistress. Keep it up, just like that. Oh.” He cried out as she rubbed her palm over the wet head of his shaft. “Please, I mean."

  "Damn, Sire. You have no interest in our game, do you?"

  "I just want those hands on me. And that mouth. I want to touch those tits and that pussy. Is that clear enough?” He heard the command in his own voice and mentally shrugged. Well, it was a bit hard to change after a near lifetime of giving orders. This just wasn't going to fly. He pulled at his restraints, shattering the bedposts, then leaned down and untied his feet. Art looked at Tessa, who seemed rather shocked and somewhat ill at ease. Even frightened.

  Why, she's doesn't want anyone else to have control. Why is that?

  "Now, back to what you were doing.” He growled and squeezed his eyes shut as she resumed her caresses. Art moaned in ecstasy. Hadn't magic disappeared? Surely this woman was magic.

  "Now your mouth,” he growled. She looked up quickly, eyes wide and uncertain.

  "That was an order, young lady. Do you forget whose cock you fondle?” He laughed at his own joke and then cried out when she obliged, taking his head into her full lips and sucking like her very life depended upon it.

  She was magic. Because he wasn't having any trouble in the sack at all, no sign of trouble, no doubt about what he wanted. Let her come after the throne, he thought. Who cares? Let her produce an heir and present her case. Let her claim to be the one. She's just a witch, after all. Who's been around the block a few too many times. Who was absolutely perfect in every possible way.

  A slow smile crept to his face. “Enough!” he hissed.

  "Not good? Sire?” The poor woman looked so uncertain, so vulnerable, her sex toys fallen onto the floor, her siren boots falling off her legs, her cheeks flushed from her efforts.

  Art didn't answer her, but rolled her onto her back and took her, body, mind, and spirit. He started with her mouth, plundering like a starving animal let out of its cage. He licked her neck, pulled at her nipples and kneaded her breasts until
her screams filled the bedroom, the wing, the entire castle.

  Art slid her down to the edge of the bed and knelt before her. “This is one of the very few times I'll ever kneel. Don't forget it."

  * * * *

  Tessa's world crumbled. With every stroke of his hot tongue, pluck of his warm full lips, push of his fingers, she unfolded, layers of tension and worry and planning falling away. The man was a god, she thought. A fucking god. A king, an angel. Why hadn't Trevor warned her that this man was no one's fool? Trevor had tricked her, and on purpose! She propped herself on her elbows to be able to watch as Art looked into her eyes but kept his tongue moving, sliding, up and down and back and forth, harshly holding her thighs still.

  Art stopped for a moment and smiled at her darkly. His lips were shiny from the sweet juices running from her. “I like this, Tessa. I like it very, very much.” He resumed his torture and captured her nub in his lips, sucking and rubbing his tongue fiercely across until Tessa was sure her body would go up in flames. Tessa cried and writhed and moaned as he went at her.

  "Fuck me, Sire, I'm begging you!” She shocked herself with the plea. Her womb ached for him.

  "That would be my great pleasure, darling.” Art pulled her further down the bed and stood up. He lifted her ass into the air with one hand as he ran his other along the length of his cock. Tessa moaned at the coming storm, knowing it would be the ride of her life. It was.

  The king pounded into her like a hammer, holding onto her ass to keep her at the perfect angle. She gasped when she felt him slide a finger in her ass as he kept his pounding rhythm into her pussy. He filled her completely and a wave started to build that she was sure would drown her. Sweat trickled down his chest and he closed his eyes and called her name with each thrust. It went on forever. Tessa exploded, and fire swept up her body, lashing at her in wave after wave of pleasure. And still it went on.

  Barely able to think or see, Tessa sighed when he turned her onto all fours and pushed into her again. The juices poured from her and she heard his panting and moaning grow to a frenzy. He slapped her ass, and she gasped in shock at the sting and the pleasure it evoked. Art softened the blows with a caress and then grabbed her hips very tightly. Tessa had the fleeting thought that she would bear wonderful fingertip bruises for a few days from his grasp. His pounding intensified.

  Art leaned in and kissed her neck and whispered into her ear. “Tell me you like it like this, Mistress. Tell me who's in charge now."

  "Sire!” She screamed out as he pushed even deeper and harder and she felt him stiffen and groan for all the world to hear. Her pussy clenched down on his throbbing cock and they rocked together into the darkness, where they died little private deaths. Finally, they fell onto one another in sweaty bliss.

  Art pulled her into his arms, rocking her gently as she cooed and sighed. He sighed as well.

  "I'd like to see you again, Tessa, if you'd be interested in dating?” His voice was firm and polite.

  Tessa propped herself up and looked into his impossibly blue eyes. She felt ache in her heart and wondered uncomfortably what the feeling was.

  "Dating, Sire?"

  "I think you'd better call me Art, at least when we're alone.” He smiled, and the ache grew more urgent and troubling.

  "All right."

  "How about dinner tomorrow night? Maybe have a drink in town? Haven't been out much recently."

  "Okay."

  "Good, that's settled then. Let's get some sleep.” And to Tessa's amazement, the King pulled her tightly into his arms and closed his eyes. Within moments, he was sound asleep. She stared at the golden ceiling for hours, wondering how this angelic-looking man had turned her life upside down in the space of an hour. All the years of honing her sexual skills cast aside with an order from the King.

  Art, he wants to be called. I'm dating the King. And I'm pretty sure I like it a lot.

  Tessa finally fell asleep when the first glimmer of daylight crept into the room and exhaustion won out over confusion.

  Chapter Nine

  "I'm not going in there.” Gideon looked at Trevor nervously and shook his head with conviction.

  Trevor looked up at the imposing grey monstrosity that had served as the High Council's meeting lodge for thousands of years. Gargoyles frolicked about on the windowsills and a few fairies waved from a high parapet. Trevor waved back uncertainly, a little uneasy around fairies. They always seemed to be up to something.

  "We have to go in there, idiot."

  "Look at the sign! ‘Leave your dragons at the door.’ They might fry me!"

  "Oh,” Trevor sighed. “Look, Gid, the High Council understands the seriousness of this situation and I'm sure they'll make allowances in this case. After all, you're my partner."

  "Hmnn. I thought Morgan was your partner.” Gideon looked up slyly.

  "Do not start that again. It's over."

  "Well, I liked her very much. She's pretty and she gives me candy. And I think you're an ass for hurting her.” Gideon sniffed and turned away.

  "She hurt me too, you know!"

  "Crickey, Trevor, that was thirteen years ago! I was two years old! You're a grown man! What the hell is wrong with you? Let it go.” Gideon hissed in frustration and Trevor backed up a step, never having heard such intensity from the lizard, even when he was a human.

  I can't let go. It hurts worse than ever. She's all I think about. That night. I had her in my arms. I'm sick, I must be. Mentally deranged. Some kind of obsessive disorder.

  "You, Wizard, get your ass in here. Now!” A tall, gorgeous, middle-aged redhead stood at the door of the lodge and scowled at Trevor. He recognized her voice immediately and nodded.

  "Yes, Andrea."

  "And bring your darling dragon with you. But leave the sword and the attitude outside, please.” Trevor nodded again and placed his short sword in the pile of various weapons near the door. Andrea handed him a sword-check ticket and motioned him inside.

  The feel of magic, the smell of patchouli and incense, the glimmer of a thousand candles, pillars and statues and glowing colorful orbs and crystals everywhere—all of it assaulted Trevor at once and he let out an involuntary gasp. Gideon scurried up his leg and settled in the crook of his arm, shaking.

  "Crickey."

  Trevor nodded in agreement. They were an imposing bunch. Ten men and two women, of varying ages. And even though magic was sick, they were awe-inspiring, glowing, glowering. The building pulsed with the energy they created together. What are they like when magic and time are well?

  Trevor fell to one knee. Andrea pulled him up impatiently and pushed him in front of the raised dais where the council sat, all members staring at him icily.

  Except for one. “Hey, Trev.” Jordan Schrom smiled warmly.

  "Hey, Jordy. I mean Professor Schrom. I didn't know you had a council seat now?"

  "First day. Drussy, too."

  "Oh, hello, Headmistress. You're looking well.” He looked at Jordy and Drussy and saw a quick flash of naked heat flickering between them. So, it was true after all—the Headmistress and Professor Schrom.

  "And if Jordy doesn't mind me saying so, you're looking hot as usual, Trevor.” Drussy fluffed up her hair a bit and adjusted her blouse. She turned to Jordan and winked. He growled and placed a quick kiss on her cheek.

  Andrea made a tsk noise at the pair. She turned to Trevor and indicated a low chair in front of the assembly, then took her position on the dais. Well, Trevor thought, what the hell did I do?

  "What the hell did I do?” he ventured. The Council members eyed one another seriously and The Grandmaster coughed subtly. His white beard quivered as he spoke and rubbed his rheumy grey eyes.

  "Trevor Rains, my name is Frank.” His voice crackled.

  "Yes, Grandmaster Frank, I know."

  "Right, right, good then. Andrea tells me we have some unfinished business before I turn the floor over to the others.” Frank looked intensely at Gideon, who began crying.

  The ol
d man pointed a crooked finger accusingly. “Explain that."

  "Huh? Gideon, you mean? He's my dragon."

  "He was your finest pupil at the middle school. Don't remember anything in the student teacher's manual about turning the pupils into lizards. Is there anything like that in the manual, council?"

  The group replied in unison, “No, Grandmaster Frank."

  Trevor hugged Gideon closely. He spoke in a low voice and the entire Council leaned in to hear him.

  "Gideon was a brilliant student, a genius really. And a bit hyperactive. After his parents died when the ship At-or...” Trevor broke off to pet Gideon, who turned his face into the Wizard's cloak to avoid the stares of the Council. “Shortly after they died, I found him in the laboratory one night, looking up spells for self-murder."

  The Council gasped in unison and leaned in further.

  "I talked to him for hours, but nothing would change his mind. All he wanted was to be a dragon. The wish dominated his entire life, and without the powers to change himself, he felt life wasn't worth living. Gideon promised his parents that he wouldn't let anyone change him ... but then, of course after they died..."

  Gideon was shaking with sobs.

  "Well, he promised not to try to hurt himself if I changed him. I needed a dragon anyway, what with leaving the Academy, trying to set up shop myself. And I was going to change him, except something went wrong."

  Grandmaster Frank pulled at his beard. “I've heard you're about as powerful as they come, Rains. What the hell went wrong? It's a simple enough spell."

  "I'm not sure. I was telling him what life was like for me at his age, how a girl had broken my heart, my father had died suddenly, and I ran off to the Academy ... you know, trying to make him feel better. In any case, I was preparing for the transformation and this is as far as it got.” Trevor nodded towards Gideon. “I did everything I could to fix it, but then had to rush off to Castle Borough..."

  "Yes, yes, I see now.” Grandmaster Frank waved him off and turned to Jordan. “It's all part of the same problem, don't you think?"