A Mage's Tale Ch. 16

"And here's a couple more to add to the collection," I mumble thinking about the growing roster of females in my direct service or protection.

"It could be worse," Strike says over my shoulder.

"How so?" I ask giving him a sideways glance.

"You could be Rogue." He says nodding.

"You're an ass. You're right though." I say leaning his way like I am going to backhand him.

He flinches away. "You're a better man than me. I don't know if I could handle this many women."

"That makes two of us. Now get out of here before Val finds out what is going on." I say pointing at the door.

"You back to this again? You are a real piece of work Mage-a-nova." He jibes.

"Get out shit head," I growl pointing at the door again.

He leaves and I close the door before retreating up to the lounge on the brothel's second floor. Prizum is sitting on the couch with Oasis when I come in. Crys is looking through the collection of books on the shelves. Cross grabs my ass on her way into the room. A shimmer against the far well as Jezabell and Chareese step from the ether announces their arrival.

"So are you proposing to some of us?" Cross asks jokingly.

"If it were only that simple," I mumble.

"We're all here, Nameless," Nix says stepping into the room. "Scelene can hear the conversation through Oasis. So whenever you want to begin, we are ready to listen."

"Alright, where to begin," I say trying to reign my thoughts in. "How many of you love me?"

I am a bit taken aback when none of them raises a hand. Not even Tempis. This isn't how I thought this conversation would go. Oasis looks at me quizzically. Somewhere along the line, I must have misinterpreted something. If none of them love me, why stay in a harem?

"Nameless, it would seem you are having a problem with this," Nix says.

"Seriously, Nameless.I thought you were the one that had it all together." Cross comments.

"Maybe I am. Things keep changing and moving so fast I can't get my bearings. I seem to be flying blink into a maelstrom. As you have seen I am now Lord and Master of House Lexis. Prizum and her sisters are now contracted to me like Cross is. Their contract came with feral powers, thank you by the way." I start off.

"You're welcome Lord Nameless," Prizum says.

"Why you trying to fly with your eyes closed?" Tempis asks.

"I don't think that's what he meant. Sit here with me Tempy." Crys says patting the bench next to her.

"Not what I meant, Tempis. After contracting with House Lexis, Scelene taught me some Flayer study techniques. Which was during a little threesome with her and Crys. At which point I somehow cloned Crys' living magic to petrify." I pause to see if this get a reaction.

"Does it work? Can you really turn people to stone?" Oasis asks.

"Yes, I can. And did so this morning. I can also turn stone to flesh." I state.

"But that's ... What does that mean?" Nix asks.

"I don't know what it means. This is why we are having this chat." I say looking from woman to woman.

"We are yours regardless of anything. We pact with you and answer to you." Prizum says as the three of them bow to me. "How we feel or think is..."

"Why I agreed to this pact!" I growl. "I didn't need more women. You wanted to serve, not be toy trophies. I want answers and advise. There are dark forces moving across the world and not in the he-she is a bitch noble. The Elven Goddess of the Nine Seas just drops in. I don't follow her. I work as her agent. In the short time, I have done so, Ulmagoust is someone I can talk to face to face, Val is a girlfriend, and all of you are my harem."

"These are good things," Nix says.

"Yes, they are. Why do I need them? What is out there so powerful that a defender of the world needs all of these relationships to call upon? Will ending this threat take all of you away from me?"

All of them sit silently, even the demon huntress. I walk over to the couch and sit between Nix and Crys. Oasis has a bewildered look on her face. The public admission of being the agent of a goddess not setting well by the look of her. The Huntress shift from foot to foot nervously. Cross fixes me with an accusing stare.

"I am not questioning any of you personally. Each of you has stated why you stay with me. I just need all of you to know what you are signing into from here on out." I say looking from Nix to Oasis.

"I am not going anywhere," Nix says.

"You're not doing this to run me off, are you?" Oasis asks.

"No. Just letting everyone know whats going on," I reply.

"So where are we? Other than the Vale?" Scelene asks.

"We have a number of advisories targeting me, or us. Depending on the wants of the person or group involved. First is Lady Herthwright with her mind games, second is Lord Ethneldis hunting Tempis and Crys, and last is Slypheria the Aquatic Envoy to Caldoria's Court. I can't see if they are working together or just targeting us individually. I need to know from you three if there are any Dark Houses that will target me for holding Lordship of House Lexis." I spell out.

"We obeyed all the rules, House Lexis has no rival Houses, and Arch-Demons wouldn't commit resources against such a small house with little to gain. They would have to break many rules coming to the prime plain doing so as well." Prizum says.

"Aqua was saying I should study books to get a handle on my visions. But I haven't had a single one since leaving the island. Well, not any that would be helpful in stopping dark agents from claiming the rise in dark power." Crys says blushing.

"With that look, I won't ask," I say. "Though you're right. What books was she advising I get for you? How did her advice about the tiara's work?"

"They have worked very well. Which brings us to when do you want to open the doors here? Val is tired of getting questioned about every little thing. I haven't told her anything." Scelene states.

"Alright, I will go have a talk with her after we finish talking," I say.

"I think Nameless needs to slow down and take time for himself," Nix says looking at Scelene. "You're right about so much going on and still coming. This chat is proof of that as well. You need time to sort yourself before trying to guess at how we feel." Nix says calmly. "Don't worry about us. We just want your sex. With the understanding we can get a little more later. Well for some of us anyway."

"You think I need time to think? Is this how all of you feel?" I ask.

"You really do need to take a few days for you. You're getting scattered. Not good for you with those new eyes. You got lucky earlier." Scelene says.

Looking around, from lovely woman to horny demon, it's clear I am the one needing to take time to figure things out. All of them have the same concerned look. I have been so worried about making sure things will work for all of them I forgot to factor myself into the equation. I have been running around so much I haven't even restudied the spells I used.

"What do you want Nameless?" Nix asks.

"I have no idea. Most of you are a dream come true. Other are wild fantasies I never knew I wanted. So what do I want? Is there anything to want?" I ask.

"Looks like you have something to think about," Scelene says.

"We'll be here taking care of things. You go take care of Nameless, Riktys. Understand now hot stuff?"

"I get it," I answer.

"To whom do we answer, Lord Nameless?" Prizum asks.

"Who is the alpha of your harem?" Jezabell asks.

"You three answer to Cross when I am not around. As to who is alpha in the harem, I don't know. I haven't thought of any one of you as more or less important to the others." I answer.

"Crys is the island alpha and Oasis is the Vale alpha," Nix says.

"Me?" Oasis asks.

"Two alpha's?" Chareese asks.

Nix holds up a hand. "This isn't an alpha, who's more important title. It's a practical one. Scelene has this Brothel, I have duties as Envoy to the Consort. Oasis is here all the time with only Nameless to carry out business for. Crys is the lady of the island. The rest of us travel around and do other things. If we are here, Oasis is who we should check with about what is going on. And Crys is who we would ask when we are on the island. Tempis, dear, you're lovely and wonderful but do you don't remember things too well."

"You're right. I don't. Accept the scents of those I care about. I'm not dumb, am I?" Tempis asks.

"No, you're very smart. Siren don't think the same way as other folks. You have a very long life. Remembering a lot of little things isn't a skill your kind have." Scelene says putting her hand on the siren's shoulder.

"Oasis, you alright with this?" I ask. "How about you, Crys?"

"I don't mind." Crys answers.

"I don't order anyone around. I just keep track of messages. I can do that." Oasis says.

"And no hard feelings from anyone over what anyone else does," Crys says.

"Then I need to figure out where I fit in again?" I ask rhetorically. "Get a handle on where I need to focus. All of you are ok with this?"

"If you get too distracted, how you going to be any good to us?" Nix asks.

The rest of them nod and give me cute little grins. The Huntress give thin smiles but don't argue over semantics. Cross will see Crys and Tempis back to the island, Nix takes the Huntress to the side and grills them on oracle tomes. I get kisses and a little groping before getting shuffled out the door.

"You still trying to hide?" Strike asks as I stumble from the door.

"Wasn't really trying too. We had a harem conference. What's your deal, Strike?" I ask.

"Val really wants to 'see' you," Strike says with a wink.

"Funny, that's where I'm going anyway," I say flatly.

"You really are a psycho?" Strike says as he turns and walks towards the gate.

I shake my head watching him walk away. Crossing the main road I make my way to the bookstore. A number of people give me a yelled greeting of hello or hi-ya. I return it with a wave or yell of my own. Val slides around the corner fixing me with a hungry stare.

"Where have you been? What the hell have you done to me?" She growls as she grabs me by the front of my shirt.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I say.

"Since you groped me this morning, I have been horny as hell." She hisses at me. "How did you do that? How do you plan on fixing it?"

"I think you are keeping yourself horny. You want to blame me that's fine. Sex is the only cure for super horny though. Regardless of how it is brought on." I say.

"You better fix this or I'll kill you." She growls.

I wave her into the bookstore.

She stalks in and darts straight up the stairs. I lock the door and follow her. I shift my sight to etheric as I climb the stairs. Turning at the top of the stairs she is waiting wearing nothing. Her clothing tossed off in every direction. Looking her over, I find no evidence of magic having been used on her, mine or otherwise.

"This started after I groped you?" I ask clinically.

"Yes, you perverted fiend." She says stalking at me.

"I grope your titties and this happens. What have you eaten today? I promise I didn't do this on purpose. Fiend, ok. Pervert, only for the special ones. Mean or sadistic, not if I can help it." I ramble stepping closer to take her in my arms.

"Shut up." She barks as she sweeps my legs from under me.

She is on me before I hit the floor. Yanking up my shirt as I hit the floor. Swinging her leg over my chest, she grinds her puffy wet snatch over my face. Her scent is strong. I find it difficult to move with her weight pinning my shoulders to the floor. She shoves my pants down forcefully.

Her throaty vocalizations are impossible to translate. She takes my cock into her mouth and sucks it hard. I squirm but relent. I lap the waggling cunny in my face.

A sigh escapes her randomly each time I find her love button. When she has me hard enough, she spins herself around and plunges her cunny on to my erection. She grinds down on it before humping her hips wildly. Her wet depths churn and clutch but there is no release. She repositions herself, grabbing handfuls of my shirt. She begins bouncing. Long strokes in and out of her blazing love hole as she rides. Her skin glistens with sweat in the evening light. A few tears roll down her cheek as she feels my seed erupt in her.

Still she has no release. I can hardly breathe. She falls forward dropping her sobbing weight on top of me. I catch my breath. She leans up after my flaccid member oozes from her gooey cunt. Her eyes fix mine and she sneers as a dagger jumps from the floor to her hand.

"What did you do to me?" She demands as the edge of the dagger finds the skin of my neck.

"I did nothing to you. I swear it. But you are right. Something is wrong. Let me help you." I plead.

Her eyes flash with inner turmoil. "Get up!"

I scramble to my feet tangled in my own clothes once her weight is off of me. With the look I am getting, I don't know if I should finish undressing or put them back on. I ditch everything from the waist up but pull the pants up. I call Scelene in my head. It takes a few tries but a get Scelene's attention.

"What? We are a bit busy here." Scelene asks mentally.

I send her the whole scene of just what happened and what didn't. Scelene reviews it for a moment then sends she is on her way. I gather up on healing gear. Mortar and pestle, a few small viles and some glass slides. I go through the motions of taking samples of her saliva and sweat. I even catch one of her tears on a slide. Scelene is downstairs shortly before I have to start making up any excuses. Val slumps to the side as Scelene takes her conciseness. I gather Val in my arms and lay her on the bed.

"Is she under some curse or something?" I ask Scelene.

"No. She is her own worst enemy." Scelene answers. "She doesn't want to fall in love."

"And this makes her horny and unable to orgasm?" I ask.

"Females are the most complex of creatures," Scelene says. "This morning you did a boyfriend kinda playful thing. She was mad and turned on by your booby squeezing. You called her a bitch. Getting her mad but turned on even more by challenging her."

"What?" I ask, not understanding.

"She is testing herself and you. You made her feel like a woman, gave her an amazing night of sex and companionship. She wants more but doesn't. She is at odds with herself." Scelene explains.

"Great, the one woman I didn't think I needed to worry about getting all emotionally attached." I scoff.

"There's more to it than that." Says Scelene sympathetically. "It's not you, it's the idea of having 'you' in that way."

"Wanna send that mentally, verbally you're losing me," I say before I realize what I signed on for.

The wash of emotions is contradictory. The inner image of self-control offset by the little princes loathing. An overwhelming need to be seen as a Valkyrie, not a smart, skilled elf with money. Not wanting to be weak about anything. Yet longing for that weak in the knees wet panties fantasy guy. One she can drool over but not look weak doing so.

Being mentally self-loathing for wanting a half-blood. But 'he' is powerful, influential, and good looking enough to pass for full-blood. Women flock to him and throw themselves in his bed. Everything detestable in a male. They do these things. He is not forceful or demanding of them. And devilishly clever, smart, cunning.

The emotions rebound. A fear of herself the most dominant of all. Wanting what the harem has with him but not wanting to give up all she has earned for herself in the process. She built the Vale and this half-blood gave her a folio of 'how to's' that completed her dream. His touch is wanted and feared for what it could mean. She could love him but can't know how it would look.

"Enough! I get it." I say grabbing the table for balance.

"Sorry," Scelene says. "I tried to filter it a bit. Just the main points."

"I impressed she can function at all with all that running around in her head. No wonder she can't get off. So I didn't put a spell on her with magic, but kinda did with actions and intellect?" I ask.

"Yes and No. You did all of those things. It's more to do with how she is interpreting your actions. She is seeing her ideal man in her mind and how much you meet the high standards she has set for herself." Scelene explains. "It frightens her. It also excites her, hence the lack of orgasm."

"She is afraid that if she feels too good she will lose herself in her maidens fantasies?" I ask.

"Good way of looking at it. It turns me on how much you think like an Illithid." Scelene says.

"Glad I can be so arousing to you but how does this help her?" I ask gesturing at Val.

"It doesn't. And nothing you say to her is going to help. This is a problem only she can fix." Scelene says regretfully. "Best you can do is give her a release of her pent-up horny."

"And how do I do that?" I ask looking over Val with concern.

"Make her cum. Don't give her time to think or use the ring to slave her. Temporarily of course. Another way of looking at it is, be a dick." Scelene says.

"So that it's only the sex. I get what you mean. Ignore her mind and make her body my plaything."

"Indeed, Master Nameless. How much longer would you like her to sleep?" Scelene asks.

"Let me get the ring on and her glyph on, then wake her," I say walking over to the desk.

"I will wait by the back door. Once she is awake I will go back to the brothel." Scelene says heading for the stairs.

"Thank you. I am sure she would say the same thing once she's over this, maybe?" I say questioningly before sliding the slavers ring on my finger.

"I think she would." Scelene agrees before descending the stairs.

Walking over to Val, I activate the ring. I draw a simple rune on her. She starts to rouse and I hear the back door clunk into place followed by the lock being turned. Val stretches and blinks a few times, then bolts upright.

"What did you do?" She demands.

"Shut up!" I command.

Her eyes go wide. Something plays over her features I can't read.

"You will speak when spoken to and answer questions when asked," I say.

She slides off the bed reaching for her blade.

"Don't move!" I command loudly. "I want you!"

Her body ripples with tension.

"Rules are as follows. You will not attempt harm against me or yourself. You will do as I say without question unless it is truly against your personal convictions. You will address me as Professor. Do you understand?" I ask.

"Yes, Professor." She answers.

"Stand and look at me." I request.

She does.

"What do you want from me?" I ask.

"I want to fuck and get off. Over and over, until I stop thinking about you." She says.

"Do you think that will work?" I ask.

"I know it won't but I don't care." She admits going scarlet red.

"Hmm, I see. We'll start slow. Come over here and take my boots off, please." I say sitting in the chair behind the desk.

She comes over, leans down and yanks one of the boots off. The other she slides off gently before throwing it down the stairs. Her eyes are burning with lust and anger but neither winning control of her. I need time to think about how to handle her. More time would also recover my stamina from her rowdy fucking earlier as well.

"You will bath yourself. Slow and sensual, so I can watch. You like to be watched, don't you?" I ask.

She trembles again. "Yes, Professor."

I call up two aerial servants to take down the tub and collect the bathing niceties. Towels and washcloths find their way to the stand at the tub's side. She watches giving me looks of arousal and lust, the anger already washed from her visage. She walks right over and steps into the tub. Tilting the endless decanter, the heated water pours down the front of her body.

I watch as I remove the rest of my clothing. I do a quick clean up of myself then an idea comes to me. I look at the wine rack to see if I have any red wine left. Pulling the last bottle of sweet red I watch the lewd show Val is putting on. Rubbing her nipple between her finger and thumb as she drizzles thin lines of bath oil over her perky breasts.