Sex Wizards - Mastery Ch. 06-07

"You didn't disappoint me," Arlon says, and even though he made that clear last night, the extra assurance is nice to hear. "Gods know I was looking for an excuse to take you downstairs, and it still took four whole days for you to forget one of the orders I put on you. But that's the thing, Dom - I expect my conduits to fail eventually. It's part of my casting style.

"There are times where I'll set my conduit up for failure just so I get an excuse to punish them. It's part of the game for me - when you succeed, I reward you, and when you fail, I punish you." He chuckles and adds, "Either way, I come out the winner. And I'm always proud of my conduit, whether that's because they've succeeded at something they were meant to fail, or endured whatever bullshit I decide to put them through." He cups my cheek, his thumb stroking under my lip. "I'm always proud."

I lean into his hand with a sigh. As strange as it is to admit, last night was good for me. It was a hard lesson, but I'm starting to understand my limits with enchantment a little better. Not to mention, so much of my nerves around casting come from the thought of screwing up. Of hurting my conduit. But last night, Arlon showed that even if I'm casting, I have permission to stop. It's... a relief to know I have that same out.

"Thank you," I murmur. "For... all of this."

Arlon smile at me and leans forward to press a kiss to my forehead. "Today and tomorrow are the last days you'll have the cage. Day seven, I've made sure to take off to give you my undivided attention."

I shiver at the implication. "Yes, sir."

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Arlon allows me clothes, and we grab breakfast before we head to his office. The stack of letters I brought are still on his desk, but he picks out the letter from Cairish and holds it out to me. "I think Olbric will want to see this," he says. "Will you take it to him?"

My heart does a little somersault in my chest. I can't stop a smile. "Yes, sir."

I go to grab the letter, but Arlon pulls it away. "You're allowed to speak, but no casting. You still belong to me, for now," he says before he hands the letter over. "But be sure to tell Olbric that he's allowed to keep you warm for me. Be back before lunch."

I shiver as I take the letter, realizing this is part of Arlon's way of making last night up to me. "Yes, sir." I try not to hurry out of his office, but this is the longest I've gone without talking to Olbric since he was kidnapped by Diran. I make my way up to the evocation tower, hoping I can catch him. He's not usually an early riser, so there's a chance he might still be getting up.

I'm just in time though. He's about to close his door but stops when he sees me. "You're free!" he crows, and I smile as I throw my arms around him. He catches me and gives me a little spin. His kiss steals my breath away.

"Not quite," I say and pull my robe down enough so he can see the collar.

"Oh look at that. He's given you a little color," Olbric teases and brushes a finger over the bruise Arlon left on my neck last night. "Can only imagine what the rest of you looks like."

I swat his hand away with a grin. "A few welts and bruises, but nothing too bad," I say. "It's been a busy week."

"Yeah?"

"Well, I met the king yesterday," I say.

"Fucking hell!"

"And I have this for you," I say and hold out the opened letter for him.

Olbric groans the second he sees it. "Goddamnit, of course you do," he says with a sigh. His eyes skim the letter, and he makes a sound of disgust. "Blah blah blah, 'corruption of my son's eternal soul, God weeps at the magic you weave, the punishment for kidnapping is death.' He's gotten so dramatic."

"Sounds pretty serious," I say.

"He sure likes to think so," Olbric mutters. He opens his door again, and I follow him into his room. He tosses the letter onto his desk as I take a seat on the edge of his bed.

"You want to talk about it?" I ask. I've noticed that Olbric doesn't talk about home often, and it seems like there's a pretty good reason for it.

"What's there to talk about?" Olbric asks as he comes to flop onto his bed next to me. "My father has created a narrative that I've been kidnapped and am being used for magic by the Crux instead of admitting to himself that I came here of my own volition."

"I mean... it sounds like there's a lot to talk about there."

Olbric gives a snort of a laugh. "It doesn't matter. I'm not going home, and he certainly wouldn't dare come and try to fetch me," he says.

"Why not?"

"With the threats he's made against Arlon and the Crux, Straetham would have to intervene," Olbric says. "He'd never get across the moat. For all intents and purposes, I'm a ward of the Kingdom."

I turn to look at him, propping my head up on my hand. "Sounds like he's got a pretty big issue with magic," I say.

Olbric sighs. "That's the thing - so long as no one he knows is casting, he loves it," he says. "The hypocrisy is astounding."

"Ah. So he just has a problem with how it's made."

"Precisely," Olbric mutters. "And it's not just him. Most of my countrymen are like this. We follow a very different religion than you all have on this part of the continent and sex is... complicated."

"How so?"

"So, it's forbidden unless you're married and definitely forbidden if you happen to have the same parts," Olbric says. "I think the greatest insult to my father is the thought of me being fucked by a man. Jokes on him though - even outside of casting, it's my preference."

I lean over and kiss him to try and wipe the scowl off of his face. "I'm sorry," I say. "My da had... similar hangups. He spanked my ass red when I was caught in some innocent fondling with the herdsman's boy, though I'm not sure what pissed him off more - the fact that it was with another boy, or that I was daring to touch someone in public. In Airedale, you kept anything intimate quiet, quick and behind closed doors."

"That sounds incredibly boring."

"And now you know what losing my virginity was like," I snort. "I honestly think my hometown would have their hairs collectively curled if they knew what I was up to here. Fortunately, none of them have any clue how magic is made outside of rumor."

Olbric sighs and rolls onto his side to look at me. "Wish my father didn't know," he mutters. "Would make things a lot easier."

"I'm guessing magic doesn't come from his side of the family?"

Olbric's grin is lopsided. "God, no. My ama carries it," he says. "She was never allowed to study it, but she encouraged me to leave for Straetham. I sure as hell wasn't going to study it in Cairish."

"What's studying magic like there?" I ask, even though I'm not sure I want to know.

Olbric sighs. "Because it's so taboo, there's no institute like the Crux. There's no real source of magiline save for what you can find on the black markets, so prostitution becomes common enough," he mutters. "On top of that, if you are outed as practicing magic, you guarantee that any title you held is forfeit, you become a disgrace to your family, etcetera, etcetera. I think that's why my father chooses to believe I was coerced."

I scoot a little closer and cup his cheek. "I'm sorry," I say quietly. Me and my da had our problems, but I can't imagine being estranged like this.

Olbric turns and kisses my palm. "It is what it is," he says through a sigh. "I've been at the Crux for nearly four years, and I don't have plans to leave any time soon. Let my father rant and rave and send angry letters until he drops."

He speaks blithely, but I can see real hurt behind his eyes. I lean forward to catch his lips and feel him relax. My fingers tangle in his long hair as I deepen it, holding him a little closer. He's breathless when I pull away, and when he smiles at me, the hurt has retreated.

"I know it doesn't mean much," I say, "but I'm real glad you're here."

Olbric chuckles as he brushes my hair from my face. "Coming from you, that means everything." Then he lets out a groan and flops onto his back again. "But damn do I wish you weren't still collared. I've missed you."

I give a small laugh. "About that," I say. "Arlon said no casting, but he, ah, gave permission for you to keep me warm for him. His words."

Olbric turns to look at me slow, one dark eyebrow raising. "Oh has he now?" he says, a smirk spreading over his face. "How very generous of him."

His hand slides up my under my shirt, and I yelp and flinch away. "Why the fuck are your hands ice!"

"Because it's cold outside, you dolt," he laughs before he thrusts both of them up under my shirt. I move to roll off the bed with a yelp, but he grabs me. I try my best to flail out of his grip.

Ever since Galiva fixed my arm, we're close to matched in strength, but he's got the advantage of leverage as he wrestles my arms over my head. I pant as I grin up at him. At least with both of his hands holding me down, he can't put his ice cubes on me.

"You do look rather dashing in a collar," Olbric says as he straddles my waist. "Maybe someday you'll let me put one on you."

I chuckle and tilt my head up so he can get a good look at it. "I don't know, Arlon may have ruined me to being collared by anyone else," I tease.

"That sounds like a challenge," Olbric growls.

I bite back a groan at the heat in his voice. My hips roll to grind against him even as my cock throbs in the tight confines of the cage. "Of what - who can debauch me the most? I promise you, Arlon's winning."

It's enough to goad him on, and he catches my lips in a bruising kiss. His hips grind against me before he shifts, moving his legs between mine and spreading mine open with his knees. Even fully clothed, it sends a jolt of anticipation to my groin. "Just wait until I get my chance," he purrs. "God, how I'd love to walk you around on a leash in front of the Crux. But I wouldn't keep you in a cage - I'm not that cruel. I'd let everyone in the towers see how hot you get when you're stripped naked in front of them."

I shudder, heat flooding me, but Olbric is nowhere near done. He nips down my neck, focusing on the skin just around the collar. "Because nothing gets you heated more than being used, isn't that right, Dom? I could mount you in a pillory in the yard, a ring in your mouth so anyone could fuck it, let your cock hang down for anyone to play with. Everything that Arlon's denied you this week, I'd let you have. You'll cum until you're dry, but your hole? That would only be for me."

"Fucking hell, Olbric," I gasp. "Remind me - why aren't you trying for enchantment?"

"After I check off transmutation, who's to say I'm not?" he purrs. "But do you want to know why I chose transmutation first?"

I shudder and arch under him, my face flushed. "Why's that?"

Olbric's grin is downright obscene. He leans in and nips at my ear lobe before he whispers, "Because with transmutation, I can use you like the fucktoy you've always wanted to be. I can use you for decoration, use you as furniture, use you whatever way I like."

I barely bite back a moan. "You're filthy."

"And you love it, don't you?" he says before he nips at my neck.

I shudder, and suddenly the next few days can't pass fast enough. "Yes, sir," I gasp before realizing what I've said. I blink and look up at Olbric to see him grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh, now that's something I could get used to," he says, and I flush hot red. "He's put you in it deep this week, hasn't he?"

My face somehow gets even hotter as I nod. "I've been a key turn away from cuming for the past five days. It doesn't take much to get me there," I admit.

For a second, I see something like a scowl on his face, but it's gone so fast I think I must have imagined it. Olbric adjusts his grip, grabbing both of my wrists with one of his hands. He reaches down to toy with the cage through my trousers. "Interesting that the cage makes you even more submissive. I haven't considered conjuration because I can't go more than a couple of days in a cage before I get downright testy."

"You would, you addict," I tease and am rewarded with Olbric tickling me until I shriek. "No! I take it back! Have mercy!"

Olbric chuckles and catches my lips again before he finally releases my hands. That doesn't mean he's finished with me, though. He half strips me before mapping out my welts with his tongue. A finger through the ring of my collar keeps me compliant, though I'm not too eager to get away. He leaves me panting, my cock leaking even though he's not so much as grazed my cage.

Eventually, I find myself kneeling on the floor in front of him as he sits on the edge of his bed. His hair's come loose and he blows a strand out of his face as he grins down at me. He seems to consider something before he releases his cock from the slit in his trousers and hooks a finger through my collar.

"Arlon said I should keep you warm," he says. "So let's see how well he's trained your mouth this week."

Olbric pulls me forward, and I wrap my lips around his cock. I'm a little surprised how easy I can take him. He's sizable, but he's got nothing on Arlon. I draw him in deep, tongue working down his length as I suck and bob obediently. Arlon's gotten me used to not using my hands, so I inch myself down until he's fully seated. My throat quivers around him, just shy of gagging, but I stave it off.

Olbric's grip on my hair tightens, and I hear his pleasured groan. "Goddamn, Dom," he mutters. "You've always been good, but fuck."

I grin around his length before retreating only to swallow him again. Olbric moans, but doesn't force me, letting me set the pace. I take my time to tease him, rolling my tongue around the tip before swallowing him to the root, letting my throat do the rest.

It's his undoing. Olbric grips my hair, and I feel his cock swell before he cums. I shudder and swallow what he gives me, realizing I like the taste of him better than I like Arlon. I decide to keep that fact to myself as I suck him clean before pulling away.

Olbric runs a hand through his loose hair as he grins at me. "Fucking hell, what day are you getting the collar off?"

I chuckle and glide up between his legs to kiss him hard, letting him get a taste of himself. Olbric gasps as he returns the kiss before I feel him shudder. When I pull away, he's got a little bit of haze behind his eyes, and I feel a thrill of satisfaction. I thought that might get him. It sure as hell got me when Arlon did it.

"You're definitely learning," Olbric says with a small laugh and wipes the flush from his own face.

"We'll see," I say. "I've definitely learned a lot about conduiting. We'll see how well I can translate it to casting."

Olbric grins and flops back on his bed. "I literally can't wait to find out."