Old World Magic Ch. 20

"What, what else is it?" I asked, an annoyed tone to my voice.

"I'm going to do something against my better judgement," she admitted. "You remember Hector Todd?"

I shook my head no, but then immediately recalled who she might be talking about. "The healer? I didn't know his last name."

"Now that you owe me, it's in my best interest to help you. Hector is an older man and has been thinking about the end. I think he's got a decade or two left in him, but he's seriously thinking about 'retiring' when it's time." The way she said retiring, I doubted it meant his job. I knew that mages were long lived, and that we could live longer with the services of a body shaper. But maybe she was telling me that Hector was thinking about allowing himself to pass on. She took a deep breath and said, "Since you are an Archmage, you've shown me that you can cross disciplines and wield spells from different sources, you're going to train with him. That way in the future, if I need a healer, maybe I'll have you at least."

I was torn. The idea of being under Emily's thumb was rankling to me. I was getting out from Adam just to get under her? But no, this was different. She'd saved me, and I owed her. She wasn't demanding my fealty, I was giving it. Besides, the idea of learning a new discipline of magic was extremely appealing. I found that I wanted it, and wanted it bad. Maybe I could turn this around into something I could use. "Ok, but I have a stipulation. I want to learn more about body shaping too. So you bring that guy back in to teach me as well."

She shook her head, "No way. He sculpted you, he knows you're not a body shaper mage. It's too dangerous for both of us if he realizes that you're an Archmage. But I'll compromise. I know an amazingly skilled shaper that lives in Beverly Hills. I'll give you his number and a reference letter. Say that you're a wild mage and that you showed talent in body shaping. Maybe you can hire him to teach you in the future."

I thought it over and agreed, "Ok, when do I start studying with Hector then?"

"Tonight, he'll be here after his shift at the hospital. Rest up, you're going to need the mana." She said as she turned towards the door.

I reached out and grabbed her upper arm, stopping her, "There's a much better way to restore my mana."

She turned and looked back at me. I grinned widely, "Come on, it's been two weeks. I haven't had this long of a dry spell since I became a mage. Besides, last time wasn't my best work, what with the condom and all." She hesitated just long enough for me to add, "besides, I did win the coin flip if you recall. You're not the kind of woman who welches on a bet are you?"

She bit her lower lip and then said, "Fuck it, the casino's pharmacy stocks morning after pills.

- - -

We were laying on the bed, making out like teenagers, taking our time, slowly undressing each other when she stopped me. Pushing me back down on the bed she looked at me and said, "You really expect me to believe that you didn't fuck my maid while you were using that body shaping on her?"

I shrugged, "Believe what you want Emily, but I honestly didn't." I didn't have the heart to tell her that her maid in question had a minor STD, something I knew the first time I met her. Which, for me would have meant either using a condom or risking catching it. Since neither of those options appealed to me, especially since the prize would have been a somewhat frumpy forty year old, it wasn't hard to resist my sexual urges.

But Emily launched right into another question, "Also, that night, there was so much... ahem... DNA evidence everywhere. It was like... unreal. What was that all about?"

I chuckled softly as my hand traced up her thigh to her hip, and then onto her naked stomach. "It's a 'gift' of mine that someone taught me. I can cause a multiplication in the fluids. It comes with a slight increase in stimulation as well. I don't use it often, but it can be enjoyable."

Emily made a face and said, "well don't use it on me, I ended up replacing half the furniture in that suite, along with the carpeting."

I nodded and pressed forwards, kissing the tops of her breasts where they spilled out of the top of her bra. I knew that the carpet and furniture would have to be replaced because of the blood stains, but figured it would be best not to bring that up right now.

I pulled the top of her bra down, freeing her modest breasts from their spandex and satin prison. I remembered that she liked nipple play, so I began sucking on her hardened nubs as my free hand began unbuttoning her skirt. Emily's moans and the way she thrust her chest forwards, pressing into my mouth, told me that I was on the right track. I wasn't in any rush and worshiped her breasts, licking and sucking while alternating between the two and landing kisses all around her chest.

She shimmied her skirt down her legs, and I spared a moment to notice a matching thong, flesh colored and riding high on her hips. I wondered if she wore the sexy under garments knowing that this had a chance of happening, but didn't want to expend the mana to try to read her mind. Reading a mage was always more difficult than a normal person, and downright tasking if they had mental shields up. So I figured I'd just focus on the simple act of pleasing the woman the way I knew how best.

Her hands were all over me as I laved her soft breasts with my lips and tongue. She was pulling at my clothes, tugging them off as I ran my hands across her body. I rolled away from her eventually and kicked off my trousers and slid my boxers down, freeing my stiff cock. It bounced free, turgid and angry, slapping against my stomach as it came free from my boxer shorts. A single drop of precum had already formed at the head, and splattered against my muscular abdomen as it slapped upwards.

"Mmmmm," Emily said as she saw it, then rolled over, pressing me down into the bed. She put one hand on my chest, gently holding me in place as she gripped my thick shaft at the base. She pressed down and squeezed my cock almost painfully as she brought her face towards the meaty head, which began drooling precum more copiously under her attentions. Her tongue slid out as she began stroking up and down the shaft slowly, squeezing tightly. Her pink tongue tip slid along the slit of my cock, gathering up the thick clear goo, and then she drew it into her mouth, her tongue curling inwards. "Oh God that's good," she muttered as her eyes fluttered. Then she descended, her mouth closing around the glans. Her lips created a tight seal around the sensitive skin beneath my cock head as she stroked my cock up and down.

I was glad that I'd been jerking off a lot, getting used to the new sensitivity that came with my newly formed cock, because the sensation of her hot mouth and her tight grip was heavenly. I felt my heavy testicles clenching as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body. There was a wash of mana flooding into me as well, but I couldn't focus on anything but the sheer pleasure that Emily's mouth was giving me.

Finally I felt as if it was getting to be too much. "I think you should stop now..." I started to warn her. But she shook her head no, and began bobbing her head up and down faster as her hand jerked harder.

"Im mmm mouph," she said without even taking my dick out.

I had a moment where I considered boosting my cum production with Brookesbend's gift, but she'd specifically said not too. I didn't want to be rude after all. But I couldn't resist the sensations for much longer and eventually I felt my hips bucking upwards as my cock swelled and then spewed. Her lips wrapped tight around my cock head and she jerked my shaft furiously as I filled her mouth with my hot spunk. I came several spurts in a row, and she quickly swallowed every drop.

She kept sucking and licking even after I finished, running her tongue all around the tip, making sure she had every drop. "That was delicious," she said as she licked her lips. She kept a tight grip on my dick, a trick I knew would keep most men hard, but wasn't necessary for me. I could stay hard afterwards if I wanted.

"Glad you enjoyed," I muttered as I was breathing heavily.

"I..." she stuttered for a moment as a realization hit her, "...I really did. I don't normally enjoy the taste that much but once I started..." She gave me a funny look and then suddenly moved up so she was laying atop me, her face pressed against mine. Her lips found mine as she began kissing me. Now I was never the kind of guy who was grossed out by kissing a woman after cumming in her mouth. My feeling had always been that if she was nice enough to swallow my jizz, it would be down right rude to deny her a kiss if she needed it. But that wasn't what this was, she was attacking my mouth with her own. Her tongue forcing into my mouth as she gripped my head with both hands.

The kiss was amazingly erotic and my cock throbbed in an echo of my orgasm. It was astoundingly arousing and I wanted to fuck her so bad. But then she pulled back and looked down at me, "Well I'll be damned..."

"What?" I gasped as I pressed my hard cock upwards, pressing into her thigh, eager to fuck her.

"I think my body shaper gave you a special little gift," she grinned, "Hormones or something, I don't know, but your cum is a little more special than it used to be."

I growled, I didn't care, I was too fucking turned on and horny to care. Then with that I grabbed her shoulders and rolled her over. My body now pressed hers down into the mattress. I slid both knees between her thighs and then pushed outwards, spreading her legs apart. She gasped, but the smile on her face said she wasn't unhappy with the rougher treatment. Reaching down I grabbed my cock and felt it throb under my own touch.

"Don't be gentle," she said as she put her hands up on my shoulders.

"I won't," I promised as I grabbed her cream colored thong and yanked it to the side, exposing her swollen and moist pussy. Then with one hand holding my body up, I used the other to guide the head of my swollen cock to her slick labia. I rubbed the cock head against her slickness several times, and she gasped each time it ran across her swollen clit. Then I pushed the head between her sodden lips.

I don't know if it was my new slightly thicker cock, or if Emily was just tighter than I was used too, but I found the way difficult, despite her natural lubrication. But she'd said not to be gentle, so I bucked my hips forwards, forcefully. My thick cock slid into her wetness an inch at a time, and she gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She cried out with little high pitched yelps each time I thrust forwards, causing her tits to jiggle wonderfully above the yanked down bra. Finally I was fully hilted inside of her.

"Wait, wait wait," she gasped, her fingers gripping my shoulders as I got all the way into her, "Let me get used to the size."

I shook my head no, "You said not to be gentle."

Then I drew back and thrust forwards again, hard. I felt my pubis slap against her clit as my heavy nut sack hit her ass cheeks. She cried out from the hard penetration, but I didn't relent, instead building a hard and pounding pace. I held my chest up away from her body, my hands coming down on either side of her chest, pinning her in place. There was no where for her to go, no where for her to escape the hard pounding I was giving her.

"Oh god!" she cried out, "Fuck Mike... fuck me... oh fuck!" she started cursing, her body in the throes of her bliss only a minute into it. Then she came, her already tight cunt gripping my shaft in a silken vice. She shook and threw her head back, crying out as I continued to keep driving into her.

Finally I could feel her pussy clenching, her labia gripping my shaft, every time I drew out. I channelled just the barest hint of mana into the spell I called Brookesbend's gift, and fed it to her. Her pussy gushed with lubrication as her pussy drenched itself, making the way easier for me.

After she came down from her first powerful orgasm, I stopped for a moment and then leaned back, pulling my knees upwards. Then I lifted her ankles and put them over each of my shoulders. Her ass lifted up off the mattress and I felt trickles of her juices running down my balls as I started fucking her again.

Her abdomen rocked up and down as I stroked into her, fucking her long and deep, holding her hips now. The change in the angle drove her insane. I could feel the ridge on the head of my cock rubbing against her g spot and she came again quickly.

I could feel my control slipping, but I was determined not to let my new heightened sensitivity ruin things. So I used the old trick of distracting myself, thinking about anything other than the highly pleasurable feel of her clenching and spasming cunny around my cock.

It wasn't until a few minutes later, when her third orgasm came, screaming through her body that I lost control She yelled out, and came, her pussy gushing a thin clear jet of musky cum across my abdomen. It was too much for me, the sensations along with the wonderful musk, and the visual was all I could take. I buried myself to the hilt in Emilys soaked snatch and released.

I felt myself cum and cum and cum, flooding her spasming passage with my hot seed. I'd only used just a tiny bit of mana from Brookesbend's gift, so it wasn't a ridiculous amount of jizz, but as I kept pumping and cumming, it began to splash out the sides of her well fucked pussy.

Finally I let her ankles down and then fell atop her, keeping most of my weight off her as I propped up on my elbows. We kissed and panted, alternating gasping for air and wrestling with our tongues. Meanwhile my cock continued to twitch, depositing the last few loads of spunk into her.

I rolled off her after a bit, and grabbed the thong, which was soaked with our combined juices. Pulling it back into place across her pussy, I gave it a pat, which sent another shudder through her body. "You can clean up if you need too, but you leave these panties where they are. I want you to feel me inside of you for the rest of the day." I told her as I stroked her swollen pussy through the thin wet cloth.

She shuddered, still reeling from her last orgasm, and nodded, "Yes sir."

I flopped over onto my back as my cock started to soften and lay there, catching my breath and reveling in the post orgasmic afterglow. After a while I turned my head to look at her as she lay there, her eyes half lidded, slowly touching herself, and asked, "So... did I make a better impression than the last time?"

Emily simply laughed and continued letting her hands run up and down her body slowly.

- - -

Training with Hector went well over the next few days. The cover story either worked, or the healer didn't care about what my status was as a mage. We'd told him that I was studying alternate forms of magic, which was true. But that I couldn't actually copy his spells, which was patently untrue. Part of me wondered if he had his suspicions about my true nature, but felt like healing was a skill worthy of passing on. Hector struck me as a wise, insightful, and caring man. The idea that we had lied to him and were fooling him into teaching me didn't set well with me. But then again maybe he was just happy to be discussing the healing arts with someone who could understand his secret.

In any regard, I followed him around the hospital for several days watching his every move. He put me to work too, usually with the most mundane tasks, carrying trays or changing sheets. But sometimes he'd give me a special task, sit and speak with someone in the ER while they were asleep. He had me simply sit by a bedside and hold a hospice care patient's hand for half of a shift. I did everything he asked without question, and I know that a small part of it was the guilt. I knew I'd taken two lives, brutally, in cold blood. It didn't matter that I knew it was a matter of protecting Erin and My lives. Because there was more to it than that. I was using those men, their deaths, as an escape. I would free myself from Adam Saks, I'd free Erin from her eventual slide further into darkness. I had murdered two men, and part of the reason was my own desires. So if even an ounce of mundane effort on my part brought about a bit of good back into the world, then I would do it. I would do whatever Hector the healer asked of me, and I would say nothing.

On the third day shadowing him, Hector finally began working spells in my presence. He only did them when there was no one else about, and was very careful about how much he would do. People in hospitals made miraculous recoveries all of the time. But it was a matter of what would be believable. He knew about feedback, he'd healed me twice now when I had suffered from reckless use of magic. He also told me that in his younger years, he'd had more than enough brushes with it to know that it wasn't something he cared to experience again.

So I watched as he wove mana in subtle amazingly complex patterns. Bones re-knit inside their casts, white blood cells doubled in people's veins, scars faded, pain lessened. Never all the way. No matter what healing Hector worked, he always kept it believable. It was a completely different type of magic then I'd used before, or at least before this week. It was however surprisingly similar to body shaping magic. Working mental magic, like Adam had trained me was a subtle skill. Weaving a net of mana into a spell effect that reshaped reality had a different 'feel' to it when it was casting on someone's mind or perception. This sort of physical reshaping of the body, to heal or change a person, it was much more physical, it had a weight to it.

I knew that it was something I could do.

- - -

I had just walked back into the hotel suite that had been my home, my self imposed prison, for the better part of a month when a knock sounded behind me. Opening it, Emily entered with a huge smile on her face. "I told you Mike," she said slapping a manilla envelope into my hand, "A week at most."

I eagerly unlaced the red string that tied the envelope shut, then eagerly ripped it, trying to break past the seal. Dumping out the contents on the counter to the kitchenette, I felt elation at what I saw before me. A California drivers license, a US passport, a social security card, and a sheaf of papers, clipped together.

"James Michael Wheeler?" I said as I picked up the drivers license. The photo matched my new face, and I recognized it as the one Emily had taken of me after the body shaper had worked on me. "Changed my name?"

Emily slugged me in the shoulder, what was meant to be a friendly punch I assume, but it had a little weight behind it. "Hey, you can still go by Mike. Be glad you got that and not something completely different. My man on the inside originally had you in the queue as a 'Stavros' or something like that." She rifled through the stack of papers and flipped to a page a few deep and pointed at some figures, "I hope it was worth it Mike, because that took a sizeable chunk of your savings."

I looked down at the numbers. It still seemed a bit unreal, and if it worked, it would have been worth it to lose everything. I shrugged and flipped open the passport, but finding only the same picture of my new face staring back at me. "It's hard to complain about a bank account that's still well over four million strong," I responded. Then I looked up and asked, "But wait, these numbers don't add up. Were there other fees?"

Emily flipped back a few more pages and showed me a deed. "My agent had to pay cash, and it took a little creative book keeping, but six fifty got you a nice little three bedroom, two bathroom ranch in San Dimas. Officially your father left it to you when he passed last month," She paused and flipped through the sheaf of papers till she found a packet of about seven or eight stapled together, then slid that out. "This is the history of James Michael Wheeler, you'll probably want to learn it. But, it wouldn't be out of place for you to want to sell the home your father lived in for so many years. You won't get as much for it if you sell it now, market says it's worth about four fifty, maybe five hundred tops. But we needed to establish your residence and back story. The neighborhood is good, and if you want to dump it, I'm sure you'll find a buyer. But I'd hang onto it for a little while at least, till you actually build up real credit history, not the fake stuff in the story."