A Mage's Tale Ch. 06

"How is this exchanging trust? You're throat fucking her and treating her like shit."

"If I hurt her, she could bite my dick off. She gave me her horns the other night. You know what that means, you hold contract. I held her horns as she went down on me. Last night was special, ask her later if you want to know. But this, no horns, just me giving her what she needed, just trusting her. It turned her on so much she came just sucking me to hardness as I held her head. She is special, if you ever need her kept, I will gladly."

"I? But the bitch comment?"

"You don't like a little dirty talk?"

"Drop it,sorry I interrupted."

I return her contract to Val and help her off the floor. She kisses my cheek before slinking behind Val. I see them out before heading back upstairs. Blank is setting up a schedule of duties for the three of them to work on. She waves me over. "Would it be ok to make a little extra money on baths for some of the other women in the Vale?"

"Sounds good, have Liz clear it with Val. Is this house funds? You can keep a little for yourself, you aren't really my slave. Don't forget to put out your scribe certificate, ask what would be fair to charge."

"I'll help her." Liz said.

"Her curse is effecting her ability to read as well," Blank says.

"I was afraid of that. I'll start researching how to unravel that curse."

"What books do you want to start with?" Liz asked brightly.

"I can't right now, I have to head to the coast remember?"

"So when you get back?" Liz asked hopefully.

"Yes, on the top of the list. As well as a body cream that could help with scars."

"Marry me." Liz says batting her eyes.

"I'll add you to that list too. Nix, how much time do we have?"

"We have just over an hour. Why?"

"I need to talk to Jack and maybe to Vilkirk."

"Are you out of your mind?" Blank blurts.

"I have to talk to Jack."

"I wasn't talking about Jack. Why would you talk to Vilkirk?"

"Personal self interest. Part of my quirky half-blood nature."

"You're weird." Liz adds.

"I know, where's the statue?" An hour later, king dealt with, Vilkirk having tucked tail, I give a hug and kiss to Blank and Clue. Looking over at Nix, it occurs to me, she doesn't comment on my activities. As I follow her, I wonder if it has to do with the Consort title or is the nature of her kind to just roll with things. I have never forced anything on her. She was giggly and happy jumping into my bath with Liz. Her wet little cunny on my knee, as she and Liz wiggled their demure little ...

"I can feel it, you're wondering about me again." Nix says.

"Yeah, I don't get you. That is to say..."

"I'm empathic."

"You feel what others feel."

"I perceive the emotional state of others. When Vilkirk first pointed that gun at you, outwardly you were calm, inside however, you did panic. Your control over your inner emotional state is enticing."

"Is that why you just go with the flow?"

"For the most part. You are Her consort. You out rank me."

I stop walking, "Have you done anything just because of that? Against your personal feelings?"

She stops, "Yes and no. Let's keep going."

"You're confusing."

"Never in my life would I bed with a demon!" she hisses through gritted teeth. "But yesterday.."

"I'm sorry. I didn't.."

"I never came so hard, so many times in my life, now I want to do it again. And you gave her back. I found the idea of someone touching my ass the way you did revolting. Yet even as you were, I wanted you to push it in, and when you did. Well.."

"So what are you saying?" I start walking, again she keeps pace.

"I'm saying that with you, I feel warm, safe, hornier than I have ever known. Something about you opens me to others without the icy grating of 'these aren't your feelings.' I want you, they want you, you want us to want you. On the other side, you are a thoughtful, usually reserved person."

Pointing out Cross standing at Val's side across the way, "You have an insight into others despite not being empathic that has that demon falling in love with you."

"But for her, I thought it was just sex."

"Until yesterday, she may have thought so, too. But after sharing the juice of your conquered virgin from your cock, you made her the center of a sexual mini-verse. I doubt she had ever been so profoundly fulfilled. I know what I felt, the pleasure flooding out all reason, your strong lording presence beckoning us to feel more," she stumbled as a quiver jolts her.

"You ok?"

"I could lean back just remembering yesterday, and have an orgasm. You did this to us."

"What about Jill and Liz? Or is it invading their privacy to ask what they feel?"

"See, you thought about them. You didn't just say 'tell me', and with them I will confirm what I feel you already know about them. Jill is infatuated with you. You knighted for her, so to speak and brought her to womanhood. She thinks it's love but we know that will fade. It's not like you're playing with her emotions; like this morning, reminding her she is her own person and not your slave, love or otherwise."

"And Liz?"

"She wants to love you. She is so afraid of that curse, and you treat her like a woman. You passed all her tests, that scares and excites her. You know she's an open book, yet you don't pry. All of us are weak kneed wet over your chivalry, and after this morning curious horny about what you could do to us with your magic."

She smiles and dives into the river. I check the ring, and jump in myself. The current pulls at me as I try to adjust to the ring's magic. A hand grips mine pulling me through the water. The rush of water washes over me, making it difficult to make out any detail of my surrounding. An ache in my shoulder twinges, the pulling stops, and I am looking at Nix, I think. Either the water has magnified my vision or she has increased in size.

"You're seeing the real me. I am in my element, this is my true form," she sings. Her porcelain skin appears softer with a pearlescent sheen, her demure frame taking on a much more voluptuous length and endowment. Her hair flowing about her adds to her ethereal allure. "Much as I would enjoy playing with you right now, we haven't the time."

Eventually we surface in an underground cavern. The sandy bottom reflecting sun light from behind a thin wall blocking this cave from the outside world. Two others of her kind swim into the cave under the wall. Nix swims close and wraps around me protectively. "Keep your head above water," she says in more seductive tones than her usual ones, before dipping hers back under the water.

The new arrivals look nearly identical to Nix, however I see that they carry a different sheen to their pearlescent patterning. It seems the three of them are discussing my presence in the cavern. One darts forward, Nix pulls herself between the aggressive one and my body.

The second rolls in the water like a seal before popping her head up out of the water. "What a consort you must be if sister won't let us test you. She claims you will hurt us. No dweller can. What say you, consort, is she right?"

"Your sister's word should be believed. I trust she speaks for your safety as well as my own."

"You let her defend you? Are you weak?" the second barks.

"His prowess quelled the lusts of a demoness, and he retains all his soul," Nix states boldly. "I fear I would break of mind if he were to turn those skills to my pleasure. Look what his prowess has brought the Mer-Queen."

The two bob silently in the water.

"He has restraint and self control, but test him, I dare not," Nix says loosening her hold of me. "Even with the touch of my flesh, he has held back his vigor."

Both dip below the water.

"And it's making me hornier!" she hisses at me.

"What is?"

"Not raising to my touch, you know."

"Maybe on the trip back. Too many things on my mind. You're fucking gorgeous, though."

"Promise?"

Heads pop up so I just nod. The four of us continue for another two hours, each of them having taken their turn pulling me along. I am sure they conversed as they swam, because as the trip progressed the two new ladies' looks at me softened.

We finally arrived in a deep lake, where another twenty of Nix's people gathered. They guided me to a sandy beach. Nix gave me a smile and wink, gesturing shoo-shoo with her hands. I stood to walk the rest of the way. I saw a woman sitting on a rock at the lakeside as I trudged out of the water. She stands but waits for me to get closer before speaking. At a glance, this is someone of importance.

"I can see my daughters' opinions are not clouded. You are of a handsome kind."

"Lady Taltania, I am honored you came to meet me yourself."

"What have you done to my daughter, Wizard?" she asks, a fan of daggers spreading in her hand.

"I have done nothing, save lay with her as she asked, for saving me from death. I did not by any action cause the changes to her by an act of my will."

"Then you are the answer to my prayers. Not what I had envisioned when making them, but the answer you are."

"To whom did you pray? I prayed for rescue from my plight. Your daughter, I believe to be my answer to that prayer. I pledge no faith to any one god. If I am the answer to your prayer of assistance, and your daughter an answer to mine, I would like to give thanks to whom you prayed."

"You are very wise for one of your youth and not typical for a dweller," she says folding the daggers back into their sheath. "You are here so you will willingly take on the mantel of my daughter's consort."

"Yes, she, however, did not explain how this ceremony would be performed, or what my duties in it would be. I have, on my own, made arrangements to acquire the shoreline and rights of the entire cove. I came as quickly as I could, to rid the cliff of those men hunting your clan."

"The reason for the men being there is unclear. The clan wants to attack, my daughter is reining them back for now. I set the test of proof for this ceremony. If, as you say, you are gaining the dwellers' lordship over the cove, remove those men by any means, and you may champion my daughter, and all that I have gathered of the dweller coin is yours. You have until the setting of the sun one day hence."

"So I have the remaining of today and tomorrow?"

"Yes,did I not say it right?"

"Yes, I am just unaccustomed to the local use of some formal speech."

"Then what she said about you're being foreign to these lands is true."

"Yes, m'lady, she spoke true."

"The cove is a mile in that direction. I am going to return to the sea to await you. Please fulfill your promise to me. You will find dweller garments and other things in that grove of trees," pointing out a ring of short pines up the lake's shoreline. "Good hunting."

Bowing I watch her walk in the opposite direction of the cove. After she vanishes from view, I make my way into the pines to see what may be useful. A few piles of clothing as well as a number of backpacks lay about. Searching through them, I find three small satchels of gunpowder, a travel bag of spell components, and a set of leather boots with cleats.

I don't know what I am up against so I decide to have a look from further away. I quickly move to a tree of desired height and climb it. As I near the tree's top branches, I can make out two wagons. Smoke from a half dozen fires is easy to pinpoint. I take time to mentally map these places before returning to the ground.

Once down I make for the cliff. Staying low, keeping an eye for any guards, I get close enough to hear some asking 'who gets the next go'. I stay to the shaded area under the lower tree branches and head in that direction. I see three naked women strung up under an oak, their toes just able to touch the ground. I will kill all these men.

Footsteps approach from off to my right. He is human, a full six feet tall, with a blade at his belt. He walks towards the women removing his shirt. He reaches out and squeezes the breast of the nearest, making her scream. Laughter from the direction he came from about turns my stomach.

"You cunts ain't no fun if you don't make some noise," he sneers slapping the second one's ass. She cries out.

"That's more like it. What about you?" turning to the third.

In a quick motion, I yank the long dagger from its sheath, and sprint forward. The second woman grins as I sink it into his back with a hard twist of the blade as I cover his mouth. His blood gushes twice, then just seeps. Pulling the dagger out, I just let his body fall. Bringing a finger to my lips, the three women wiggle and nod. I take the blade off his belt, and cut them down while they scream or cry out as if still being abused for the men back at the campfires. A laugh or lewd comment are the only responses.

I walk to the corpse and animate it. The women just smile as I send it to beat the other men. Once the yelling starts, we bolt in the direction of the wagons I saw. The horses are still hitched, helping them into the back, I jump on the driver's seat grabbing the reins, and lashing out with the whip. The horses leap into a gallop. I veer off the road, pointing the horses towards the river.

The women watch for pursuit. I let the horses slow when after ten minutes there is none.

"Asking if you are alright seems crass," I say over my shoulder.

"Being raped has that draw back," one says.

"Other than that, I have a few scrapes," says the second.

"What now?" asks the last.

"I'll leave it to you. I can get off this wagon, and the three of you can run, or we can all get off this wagon, go back and kill all those bastards," I offer.

"Are you serious?" asks the second.

I hold up my ringed hand, "Yes, my word as a mage."

"You're not a ranger?" the first asks, astonished.

"How are we going to do this?" the last asks, the desire for revenge plain to hear.

"What about the girl in the cage?" asks the first.

"That thing isn't a girl. It's a Siren. We let it go if it behaves, kill it if it doesn't," the second states flatly.

"One bridge at a time. Near here there are some weapons and clothes. We make for there and hole up till dawn. Leave the wagon here and come back for it later," I suggest. The three agree and follow me back to the ring of pines.

Kelly, Ella,and Stacy tell me their stories. Kelly and Ella are sisters, their father, his driver, and their footman were thrown over the cliff by the rogues. The other wagon was theirs, not much in it as they were coming back from a neighbor town after selling the fletching stock they had.

Stacy was widowed after only three days of marriage. Her new husband was driving when they were attacked. He was shot by a crossbow, falling under her carriage's wheels. She never saw what they did with him. There were at least twenty men passing her around, groping as they stripped her.

Later, after the others had fallen asleep, Kelly looks over at me. "How long were you there?"

"When I saw the three of you, I came straight to get you. I wasn't lurking around watching."

"Why are you doing this? We could have kept running."

"I want this land."

"What? Why?"

"Don't laugh, mermaid saved my life, under that very cliff. She is important to me. I am protecting her home. Finding you with them just made how I was going to do that a lot easier."

"Well, I want blood for what they did to my sister and me. That they killed my father maddens me, but to ruin her and me like this. Death is too good for them."

"Let me talk to the siren and you may get your wish."

"How so?"

"A siren can beguile the minds of men. If she sings, she could make them ass rape each other to death."

"That sounds perfect. What about you?"

"I could be affected as well, but I would risk it, if she gave me a head start before singing."

"Where would you run?"

"Off the cliff."

"You would die!"

"Possibly. There is a deep pool under part of the cliff. I have a ring that would keep me from drowning if I hit the water, and fall unconscious, and my mermaid friend is down there."

"That's a big risk."

"Revenge is always a risk. Killing them is more risky to you. Using the siren is less of a risk but only a little. I will leave it for you to decide. Get some sleep, I'll keep watch."

Morning approached, and the women focused in the direction of the cliff like starving predators. I suggested a way for them get close to the camp that would give them the best vantage to use the bows they had claimed from the pine grove. We traveled together for a portion of the way. They had agreed on the siren plan.

I turned south as they continued north. I had my target. Stepping to the middle of the road, I heard a guard yell. There was the clang of metal as other guards rushed to the road block. I grinned as I lifted the two lightning wands and unleashed dual bolts of chain lightning. The crackle and boom mixed with the screams brought a sense of joy to me. Switching one of them for a wand of missiles, I stepped on the charred remains of several men. Others looked on me with horror. Being armored, the lightning bolt I arc at them makes them sizzle, killing two more, leaving four others quivering and drooling on the ground.

Further into the camp, I magic missile three men trying to avoid the hail of arrows. I make it to the cage of the siren. She is tucked between the fold of her wings. Her wrists and ankles are chained to the floor of the cage. I tap the bars of the cage. "Siren, are you still able to fly or have they crippled you?"

The wings open and she eyes me. She looks past me, I whirl around, and I missile an advancing figure. The Siren opens her wings wider for me to see the iron muzzle and chains wrapped around her face.

Opening the cage, "Will you sing to bewitch me if I remove it?" Shakes her head. "Your song doesn't affect women right?"

She nods.

"So it does?" I ask to clarify.

She nods again.

"This complicates things," I say, reaching into the cage and unchaining her muzzle.

"Why would you help me?" she hisses.

"I freed the women they were raping as well. They told me of you. They returned for revenge, I came for you and the Mer-Queen."

"You will need Vorleck's key to free me."

I pull the magic key from my sash and tap it to the locks, and they fall away.

"How? What will you want of me."

I don't get a chance to answer. She hops out of the cage wrapping her legs over my shoulders. Off balance I reach up and grab her ass. She squirms forward burying my face in her leg cleavage, filling my nose with her intoxicating fragrance. She stills and clamps them tighter. I wobble on my feet, somehow righted, not knowing how. My head spins, the scent of her sending a rush of blood to my male appendage. My world starts to spin, flashes of pleasurable couplings dancing in my head. My cock painfully erect, demanding any kind of stimulation.

Then her thighs are gone. The moans of the dying and Kelly's voice calling from somewhere. I drop to my knees, pull open my pants, and grab my throbbing cock. I pump it vigorously a dozen times, unloading a thick rope of seed. The release brings stars to my vision, then darkness.