Sex Wizards - Initiation Ch. 12-13

We gather in the courtyard, and outside of a few of the grooms and attendants, I recognize most of the congregation. There's a blond man with skin as white as mine that I assume is an unmasked Thaddius talking to Ambra. I head towards Galiva, but she's with someone I know I've never met.

He's hard to miss with his ashen grey skin. He stands just a hair shorter than Arlon, and though he's a little leaner, he's just as muscled. Long brown hair is braided away from his strong face. He's got a necklace that rival's Arlon's in size, but his most noticeable feature are the two small tusks that jut up from behind his bottom lip.

No one told me Garrett was an orc.

I push my unease aside, and Cancassi grabs me to introduce me to my mount. They were not kidding about their horses. The ones we're using were gifted to the Crux as a sign of good faith from the Maeve, and there's not a nag among them. Even to my untrained eye, they look sturdy and able to cross the miles with those long legs.

The one Cancassi gives me is a gentle gelding with a Maeve name I can't pronounce, so I settle on the first syllable and call him Mo. It takes help from Cancassi, but I manage to get my leg in the stirrup and swing onto his back. The one other horse I've ridden had been a mean thing that tried to bite me more often than not and would start to move as soon as you put a foot in the stirrup. Compared to that, Mo is already a blessing. He stands still as I get settled, and I can't help but give his soft brown neck a grateful pat.

Packs are lashed to saddles, rations are stowed, and finally, there's nothing left to do but head out. Arlon's on top of an athletic looking black mare that he turns around to face us. He's swapped out his robes for sturdy traveling clothes, and his necklace is tucked out of sight under his cloak.

"We're headed into dangerous territory," he says and what little chatter there was dies instantly. "Our diviners have uncovered information about our missing wizards. We believe that five of our own are being held against their will in an unknown location, though we believe it to be somewhere in the Hobokin Mountains. As of yesterday, the evoker Olbric was taken by this group of rogue wizards outside of the Black Burrow mines. We head there to pick up their trail, and we will follow it until we find them."

He says it with such conviction that I believe it. Entertaining any other outcome is too painful. I don't want to imagine coming back from this trip a failure. Or not coming back at all.

Arlon meets all of our eyes in turn. "The wizards taken were all multi-school masters with a number of spells around their necks. We have to assume that those spells are now in the hands of those keeping them captive," he says. "This is a high risk assignment. These people have proven themselves to be capable, dangerous and well armed. Anyone who wishes to step down should do so now."

No one moves. Arlon looks at the congregation and there's something like pride on his face. "Keep your spells close but covered. We don't need to advertise who we are on the road," he says and turns his horse about. "Move out!"

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Mo is as smooth a gait as any, but it doesn't make a difference to my sore ass after a full day in the saddle. We alternate walking and running, but combined with the day I had yesterday, I'm downright miserable by the time we stop to camp for the night. Cancassi practically peels me off of Mo's back.

"You just have to roll your hips with the canter," Cancassi says for the fifth time today.

I groan and stretch my stiff legs out. I'm so sore that even walking's hard. "Just because you keep repeating it doesn't mean I'm getting it," I say.

Cancassi squeezes one sore cheek. "Do you need a refresher of how to move those hips?" they ask.

"Enough," Arlon cuts in. "Now is not the time for casting."

Day two isn't much easier, though Cancassi makes sure to ride by me. They correct my form throughout the day with commands like "hips forward!" and "keep your heels down!" I think I finally get the rhythm of a trot down, but my legs are still sore and shaking by the end of the day. I peel myself out of the saddle and swear as my leg bends bad when I hit the ground.

Mo wickers and nuzzles his nose against my shoulder. I sigh and scratch the white star on his face. "Not your fault, buddy," I mutter. "Blame my da for never teaching me to sit a godsdamned horse."

"This isn't an easy ride, even for an experienced rider," a voice behind me says. I turn and come face to face with the orc. My back stiffens when I see his hand stretched towards me, but then I notice the focus he's holding out. "You want something for the ache?"

"I'm alright," I say before quickly ducking away to join the rest of the camp.

After that, I find myself watching Garrett more than I need to. I'm having a hard time making sense of him. What place does an orc have at the Crux? The only ones I ever heard of would sweep through the mountain settlements on an occasional raid, though they never dared come to a village as big as Airedale.

Apparently I'm not subtle about it. It's afternoon of our third day when Arlon inches his horse up beside Mo. "Why do you keep glaring daggers at my corpimancer's back?"

"What?" But then it hits me. Garrett is the other corpimancer. One of three in the Crux. "I wasn't glaring."

Arlon snorts. "You know, Garrett is also from the Hobokins."

I wonder which settlement his clan drove out. "I'm sure he is."

"He's been working in Straetham as a physician ever since he earned his full mastery. He's non-bloodline as well."

"Obviously."

Arlon continues like he hadn't heard me. "You might find you have more in common than you think."

I doubt that, but I keep the thought to myself. As we're making camp that night, I find Margeurite. "You're from the high peaks, right?"

"I am," she says. "It's been some time since I've been this close to the hills. I can already smell the pines." She sounds a little wistful, and I can't help but smile.

"Do you miss the mountains?"

Margeurite's smile turns a little sad. "Sometimes," she says. "I'm a rare case for leaving. Most with magic in their bloodline tend to stay and study with other tribes. I'm one of the few who decided to come to the Crux, and it's no easy road down."

"I bet it's no easy road up, either," I say. I glance around and see Garrett and Galiva talking by the fire. Galiva says something that makes Garrett laugh loud enough to carry through the camp. "Did you ever have raiders come up from the high plains?"

Margeurite looks at me curiously. "Raiders?" she repeats. "No, of course not. The only people that live on the high plains are the orc clans. We'd trade often enough, but there were never any raiders."

I blink in surprise but don't know what to say to that. Maybe orcs only have issue with the humans in the high hills. I try to push the thoughts aside when Arlon calls us around the fire. Rations have been passed around, and as I take my bowl of thin stew, I realize just how spoiled the food at the Crux has made me.

"Tomorrow we reach the Black Burrows," Arlon says. "Between Dominai and Garrett, we should be able to pick up their trail."

Across the fire, Garrett catches my eye and gives a small grin. I look away and take a drink from my canteen.

"Once we are in the Hobokins proper, we'll need to shield our camp at night," Arlon continues. "I don't want anyone catching us off guard. I gave Dominai the last of my illusion barriers. Protections against attack, sight and sound. Who else has one?"

"Plenty of straight abjuration," Galiva says. "None with that many illusory components."

"I have one," Garrett says and pulls the ring from his necklace before all eyes turn to Cancassi.

Cancassi toys with the end of their braid. "Illusion sort of got pushed back while I was working on my transmutation mastery."

When no one else speaks up, I say, "I've got one that blocks against attack and sight."

"We need it to block against sound as well," Arlon says with an exasperated sigh. "It wouldn't do to have a disembodied horse wicker if someone is nearby. I was hoping not to cast on the road, but at least we found out now." He gets to his feet with an all too familiar groan. "We'll need two volunteers to conduit for abjuration and illusion."

All of us are tired and sore, but since I'm the only non-master along for this trip, I feel obligated. Besides, it'll be nice to have my ass sore for a reason other than riding. This far off of the main road, there shouldn't be anyone but us around, either. "I'll do it."

"It's been a bit since I've done illusion," Garrett says. "I'll do it, too."

"Good." Arlon puts a hand on my shoulder before he ads, "Cancassi and I will cast. We need this to be a higher strength spell, so everyone can assist."

Chuckles ripple around the fire as I get to my feet, anticipation already thrumming through my veins. I suddenly feel a lot less sore and tired. Arlon unlaces my leather jerkin and lifts it off before doing the same with my shirt. It's a cool night, and goosebumps crawl over my skin.

"We'll try not to cut into your sleep too much," the grandmaster says with that familiar grin.

Behind me, Garrett laughs. I glance over my shoulder and see him toss his shirt on a fallen log, revealing grey skin peppered with scars. "Awful kind of you," he says. "You've gotten nicer over the years, Arlon."

Arlon quirks an eyebrow. "Then it really has been some time since you've cast with me," he says even as he grabs a pack from the pile of tack by our grazing horses. He flips it open to reveal various casting supplies and a long string of uncharged focuses. He pulls out two long coils of rope and hands one off to Cancassi. "I look forward to giving you a reminder."

Garrett laughs again and I can't help but wonder what their history is. Arlon mentioned that Garrett has full mastery as well, so I wonder if they came to the Crux around the same time. At a glance, they might be the same age, but the grey skin makes age hard to tell. How long do orcs live, anyway?

Arlon glances around our camp and finds a suitable tree branch that he positions me under. Cancassi guides Garrett to stand in front of me and it takes me a second to realize I'm doing everything I can not to meet his gaze. Then Arlon takes my hands and puts them in Garrett's.

I blink in surprise. "We're being tied together?" I ask as Arlon loops a rope around both of our wrists.

"Having two conduits for the same spell increases the area of effect," Arlon says. "And we need a large area of effect if we're going to cover us and the horses."

"Right," I say even as nerves settle in my stomach. I'm tense as Arlon carefully binds our wrists together before using the rest of the length to weave down our forearms. I focus on the quick work he makes of the knots instead of looking at Garrett.

This close, I can feel the heat of the orc's breath, and I'm all too aware of him watching me. Arlon tosses the end of the rope over the branch overhead and ties it so our arms are pulled tight over us. It's enough to put me on my toes, but I stand tall, trying and failing to stop my chest from bumping Garrett's.

"You have a problem with me, don't you?" Garrett says at last.

Behind me, I hear Cancassi's little "oooh" and I flush. I don't have a problem and I think it's mighty forward of him to say so. Instead I say, "I don't know you."

Garrett chuckles and the sound rumbles through me. "Well, we're about to get very well acquainted," he says.

I flush but keep my head down even as Cancassi pulls my boots and breeches off, underthings following soon after. They do the same to Garrett, and I shiver as I feel his sizable cock brush mine. The cold that's doing nothing to help me doesn't have the same effect on him.

Arlon rummages through the supply bag and asks, "Dominai, do you know how to stop when you have a gag on?"

"Thumbs out, right?"

"You got it," he says and he pulls out a handkerchief and a strip of leather. "This will undoubtedly be a new kind of gag for you, so if at any time you have trouble breathing, you know how to let us know."

I nod, and Arlon balls the handkerchief up before he shoves it into my mouth. My cheeks bulge around it, but then he straps the leather over my mouth. It covers from the bottom of my nose to my chin, and a buckle around the back of my head secures it firmly in place. I groan, and it's well muffled.

I glance up just in time to see Arlon do the same to Garrett. With the gag on, he looks a little feral, like he's been muzzled so he can't bite. I can't think on that long as Arlon ties a blindfold tight over my eyes.

All the while, Cancassi continues with the ropes, tying us ankle to ankle. I hear the snap of a branch, and our legs are spread apart. Ropes tie us to either end of the stick to keep our legs wide. It leaves us just enough freedom that I can move my hips, though I have nowhere to go but directly into Garrett.

He's taller than me, and I already feel his hardening cock rub against my stomach. I shiver as my own responds, even as I try to forget who I'm tied to. With the blindfold on, it's pretty easy to do.

"Careful how you cast," Arlon says. "We're not doing evocation."

"Boo," Galiva says, her voice suddenly very close to me.

"Shame we can't use his mouth," says Ambra. "From what you've told me, Dominai is pretty good with his tongue."

"We're not doing enchantment either," Arlon says, exasperation coloring his voice.

Ambra and Galiva's laughter sounds around me, and I shiver. Being able to hear all that's being said about me while I'm gagged and blindfolded is new. It puts me into a good headspace, and I stop worrying so much about Garrett. Hands start to explore my skin, giving me goosebumps for a reason entirely separate than the cold. They're gentle, and I'm grateful for it as fingers massage the sore muscles of my legs and back. All the while, they talk about us. Without my eyes, I can't even tell which comments are about me.

"He's got the best ass, doesn't he?" Cancassi says.

"It's durable, too," Margeurite ads, a bit of mischief in her voice.

A voice I recognize as Thaddius says, "I've never cast with either before. Apparently I'm missing out."

Through his gag, I hear Garrett's deep groan by my ear. The sound does things to me I don't really care to admit, but my cock's not nearly as good at keeping a secret. I feel myself getting hard even as the hands on my ass spread me wide. I shudder in anticipation.

Ambra gasps. "You'd think he was a virgin!"

"Told you he was durable," Margeurite says, and I flush to the tips of my ears.

"And Margeurite did not go easy on that ass," Galiva adds.

Arlon sighs. "What did I just say about enchantment?"

"Sorry," Ambra says, though she doesn't sound sorry at all.

But then someone's finger is in me, and I suck in a breath through my nose as someone else grabs my cock. They tease my length before slipping a snug focus down to the base. Three more follow, and I'd swear they're tighter than the others I've had on. I groan as my cock throbs inside of them.

My hole is still a little sore from my time in the silver, but the lotion slicked fingers feel amazing as they massage me inside and out. I feel Garrett tense before he rests his forehead against mine. Whatever they're doing to him wrings a long low moan out of him before deteriorating into little noises of pleasure as his breath puffs out hard and fast.

"I never realized orcs had the most perfect cocks," Ambra says.

"Half-orc," Arlon corrects, "But you're not wrong."

A second finger presses into me, stretching me gently even as they add more lotion. I groan and find myself nuzzling against Garrett's neck as those fingers curl against the sweet spot inside of me. When they pull away, I can't stop a little noise of displeasure.

"He's so eager," Thaddius says, and I feel a hand trail over my ass, like he's resisting the urge to swat.

"Let the suspension out a bit," Galiva says. The ropes holding our arms up loosen even as another pair of hands grabs my hips and pulls my ass out so I'm no longer chest to chest with Garrett. I yelp and nearly lose my balance, but there are enough hands to steady me. Garrett rests his head on the back of my neck.

My sore legs are getting a good stretch, but after three hard days of riding, the fatigue in my muscles is catching up quick. I tremble as I feel a cock prod at my well-slicked hole. Without my eyes, I have no idea who it is, and the thought of being passed around lights my nerves on fire.

The focuses around my cock spark as whoever it is eases into me. I wail into the gag and hear Garrett moan in response, deep and guttural. Whoever it is sets a slow, leisurely pace that makes pleasure race up my spine. My cock bobs with every thrust, hard as a rock. Other than those first few strokes, I'm acutely aware that no one has touched it since.

"Gods, he's so sensitive," Thaddius says, and I'm finally able to put a voice to the cock inside of me. "And so tight."

"He's a very agreeable conduit," Galiva says, and I feel her fingers stroke through my hair.

Garrett jerks sharply, a grunt of near pain making it past his gag. Whoever is behind him has set a brutal pace, and I feel him jerk with every punishing thrust. His moan rattles out of him as his head butts against me. Despite my soreness, I want to shout at Thaddius to go faster. He spears me slowly, reaching deep, and as sore as I am, I just wish he would fuck me already.

I hear Arlon's low groan. Garrett's body stills and he presses his face against my cheek, breath hissing in and out of his nose. "Maybe that'll remind you of the kind of caster I am," Arlon growls and the heat in his voice makes me shiver even though he's not talking to me.

Thaddius starts to speed up, and I moan loudly to goad him on. His cock slides deep into me, dragging across that spot as his hips slap against my sore ass. I feel him cum and whimper even as Garrett starts to move again.

"I'm glad you brought these," Margeurite says, her voice holding a hint of a moan. I vaguely wonder what she's talking about before Thaddius pulls out of me, a trail of wet following him. I remember the first time I saw him - hooded and gagged in Arlon's dungeon with cum spilling out of him. Funny how things change.

Then someone else is at my hole, though I can tell it's no real cock. A phallus, I realize, and I feel familiar hands grip my waist. "You're alright?" Galiva asks as she kisses down my back. I manage a nod and feel her smile against my skin. "Good," she purrs before she thrusts into me. The focuses spark again as she rides me far harder than Thaddius had. If anyone knows my limits, it's her, and I wail as she pushes me right to the edge of them.

I hear her moan, long and low and wish I could see what she was using that felt as good for her as it does for me. My head bumps against Garrett's chest with every thrust as I submit to the thorough fucking. She takes a little longer than Thaddius had, and it's a relief when she tenses and moans behind me, rolling her hips twice more in long, slow thrusts.

Yet as soon as she pulls out of me, someone else takes her place. "Finally," Cancassi says as their hands grab my hips. My whimper barely makes it past the gag. Their cock is smaller than the phallus Galiva used, and I'm grateful for it. For a second, I thought I was going to have to suffer Arlon, and I don't think I could have kept my thumbs from going up.

As Cancassi works their slicked length into me, I feel someone brush my cock. I jump just as Garrett does, a surprised squeak coming from him that seems very out of place. I can't stop an exhausted laugh, but it's gone the second a mouth closes around my cock. Gag or no, my moan is loud, relief flooding me.