The Magic of a Touch Ch. 03

She nodded and began casting her spells. "Until he is well enough to take to Ravenfeather, he will stay here. Now out with you and put some clothes on." She shooed them all out and Jeremy waved his hand to conjure up a simple pair of shorts to put on.

Angel came running up looking worried. "Tell me Archie's fine." Jeremy shook his head. "Okay, I was a dick, but I never would have gone after your familiar."

"You mean...Erich?"

"Not directly, he's not that dumb. The other ballers...yeah. I'll see what I can do in there to help as my master exams are next month and I'm not shabby at treating multiple injuries." Jeremy nodded and the cleric ducked in to offer his assistance.

"That was odd," said Darcy.

"Not with the day I've had. And I have lessons in a few minutes. Can you guys keep looking for clues?" They nodded and Jeremy went back to his room to finish getting ready, seething as he went. Someone had purposefully hurt Archie. They would pay. Only one person got in his way and they were glared at until they moved, those unearthly green eyes of Jeremy's now fully blood red. Changed and out of the Academy, Jeremy began his walk to the swamps but was met by Fred. One look and Fred knew someone had royally pissed off the sorcerer. "Who do you want me to kill? Mom will be so thrilled to know I killed someone in cold blood."

"Someone hurt Arch." Fred nodded and took his hand, telelporting them to the cabin.

"You're early, Jeremy. Trying to catch me by...who pissed in your bean curd?" Jeremy shot her a look and for once the hag was daunted. Here was a full sorcerer who was pissed and her hag-like ways would only be tolerated so far.

"Teach me. Anything that will help me get the goat fucking gits back for hurting Archie."

"Supper will wait then. Come with me out to the swamps." Fred look at his mother with something akin to awe. "Close your mouth Fred, I learned when to stop being a hag when I came across his mother when she came here. Bested me for my smart mouth and told me to learn some diplomacy or she would be back." Seemed like many people knew his mum. "Now, revenge I understand, but when you're dealing with black magic you must be calm or it will consume you. Fred you will join us."

"But Mom..."

"NOW! I won't hear another word about your squeamishness for black magic. It is time you learned your true magics and not the simple tricks you pick up from whoring around with others." Jeremy looked at Fred who was outright shocked and a bit angry. "Glare all you want. In fact here is a lesson in hag custom. Do it or I will curse you until you can no longer stand the sight of me." Fred joined them. He had never seen his mom so upset with him. "Fine, but one day you may find one of your own curses fired your way."

"If you ever have the balls to do it I will be the proudest hag in the world." She smiled at her son who shook his head like he would never fully understand his mother. "Let's start with what you know."

That turned out to be next to nothing for hexes and curses. Jinxes he knew as they required little energy past a desire for mischief. "Pathetic, but then those wizards at the school never had the stomach to cast black spells. Now, think of happier things, Jeremy. Something that will take you from this rage you feel."

Nothing came to mind until Fred took his hand and smiled. Here was something good in his life. His first real friend. In fact, he had friends now. Grae and Darcy, Billy and Ginnie, Fred and perhaps Angel even. The thought of them brought his boiling blood down and the red of his eyes retreated to just the irises. He took a deep breath and released it slowly. Then he learned. He did not like knowing these spells but knowing is never a bad thing. Fred picked them up with ease as he was born to cast them and Jeremy was surprised to see how much Fred hated all of this. At the dinner table Jeremy was a lot calmer.

"Still contemplating revenge?" asked Hagath.

"Not as much. Now that I can think again." Jeremy felt a bit sheepish too. He had been hellbent on getting them back, but Archie would live. He might be a bit more surly but he would live. "Still doesn't mean I won't drop a stink bomb into their dorms if I find who did it."

"In assorted scents I hope. If you need ideas I'll help you," said Fred with a grin.

"I do hope something a bit more evil, son." Hagath hoped her son would be a terror.

"I was thinking the smell of your dirty socks would be a nice permanent stench in their nose whenever they smelled something nice." Hagath cackled with glee and Jeremy nudged his foot under the table. "Or the taste of your mutton stew when they ate dessert." She only cackled harder. Her cooking was actually quite good but Fred was being diplomatic. "Or I could hex them into lusting after Jeremy." Jeremy was mildly affronted but Fred just took his hand and smiled. "The gods know I'm ensorcelled by him already." Jeremy leaned in and they kissed.

"Not at the table you two," Hagath said sternly and then they went at it with abandon, their tongues fighting to get in each others mouth. "I said not at the table!"

"Tough," said Fred and slipped his hand under Jeremy's shirt. The hag smiled fondly at her defiant son and his male lover...what hag could ever ask for anything more?

Without breaking their kiss they moved into the small room that had been Fred's when he lived here. There was no bed, just a pallet on the ground, but that was enough for them. Jeremy pulled Fred atop him and much to Fred's surprise their clothes vanished from off their bodies. The hagson parted their kiss when he felt something vastly different about Jeremy's body. "What?" asked Jeremy, a bit out of breath. Fred's eyes just about leaped out of his skull when he saw Jeremy's erection. Thankfully the girth had not gotten much bigger, maybe a half centimeter in diameter, but what had been just under thirteen centimeters was now close to twenty-two centimeters. "Damn." Jeremy just grinned like he was proud of himself. "Yeah, yeah. So you got dick now. Still doesn't mean you're getting my ass."

"Really?" Jeremy started to toy with the nape of Fred's neck, releasing a subtle spell for compelling.

"Are you sure I can't have some Fred?"

The hagson felt the spell and knew Jeremy was teasing him because it had little power. Yet that spell he had cast at his mother's house coupled with this one had Fred's resolve on the brink of shattering. "You are not right." The hagson broke away from Jeremy's magic touch and kissed his way down the downy hair dusted chest and across the washboard abs to lick the exposed head of that Changed dick. Jeremy giggled a bit because it was more sensitive now and found that he still loved blowjobs. Whoda thunk it? "Gods you even taste better too. I swear you are a strain on my self-control"

"Fred?" The hagson looked up at the gentle tone. "Don't control yourself." Jeremy smiled lovingly.

"But I know I would hurt you. I took it easy on you last time...very easy."

Jeremy rolled, Fred going with him, and they landed on the floor with Jeremy somehow straddling the man's hips. "Then I will just have to be rough with you myself." Fred didn't get much time to do or say anything because Jeremy flicked a hand and said a single word, pinning Fred to the floor with materialized ropes. The look of surprise was comical but the grin that spread across Fred's lips was sultry and sexy. "Where to start?" Jeremy shimmied down to Fred's feet and sat back to ponder what to do, his erection pointing up like a giant sign of his morale. "What did mum call it? Oh yes, sixty-nine." Fred chuckled but then found that pole in his face as Jeremy slurped down his entire dick in one gulp. New part of his Change: no gag reflex and the ability to deep throat. Fred could do nothing but moan and then he devoured Jeremy's magic wand because it was right there. Jeremy's mouth was amazing and most of his brain was shut off to just enjoy this. That last bit of intelligent thought could tell that Jeremy's energies were steadily climbing. Then even that was shut off as the Tantric began to slide his tongue down to Fred's heavy sac. "Must thank your mom for talking to you," he said as he pulled off. "Like that?" The hagson nodded. "Then you'll love this." Jeremy spun and took Fred's dick all the way in his waiting and willing ass. The bad thing was Fred could not move from the rope spell. The good thing was Jeremy was doing enough moving. When had he learned how to ride? It was so amazing...could it be something he knew how to do once his magic became active? It would make sense. His pelvis was rolling, gyrating and Fred was moaning softly. He could not control it at all. His body shook when Jeremy began to nibble and bite at his neck and ear, whispering dirty phrases so the hot breath would tickle.

"Are you trying to get me to cum quickly? Cause it's working."

"How soon?"

"Like if you don't stop I'm going to right now." Jeremy stopped. Fred shivered and spasmed as his body fought to climax, but it did not. "Why did you stop?"

"No orgasm for you until I get what I want." Fred's glare was pure evil. There was a small chuckle from the other room. "Stop eavesdropping, you old crone, or I'll give him what he wants and end your sick voyeurism." That only made Hagath laugh.

Jeremy wiggled a bit and Fred gasped, instantly ready to cum again, but Jeremy pulled off and flicked a finger, the hagson lifting into the air by the ropes. "This is so hot," Fred mumbled. He had never been handled so well, so effortlessly, and it was by the guy whose cherry he popped not too long ago. Where had that boy gone? "Do you really want my ass Jeremy?" he asked breathlessly as the sorcerer slid around to grind his wizard's staff against Fred's perky cheeks. It was getting him hot because he had never bottomed...but he would for Jeremy and he knew that. Gods above Jeremy could do whatever he wanted.

"Very much so. Now, will you give it up with or without a fight? Please say with." Fred caught a glimpse of Jeremy's eyes. They were solid red. He was seriously turned on and his energy level was higher than ever.

"What's come over you?" Fred asked, a bit afraid now. This was not the young man he knew. Something was wrong.

"Honestly?" Jeremy moved back around, his returning to their natural color. "Nothing, just wanted to make you squirm." His grin was insufferable.

"You better be glad that I'm tied up or I would probably curse you right now." Jeremy laughed and kissed Fred, the ropes vanishing. But Fred could not speak and his hands were currently engaged in feeling all over Jeremy's Changed body; no curse could be used. "You mean", Fred was saying between kisses, "that all of this...was an act?"

"No," Jeremy said, resting his forehead against his lover's, "just my little way of getting you back for your virgin sacrifice."

"Am I ever going to ever live that down?"

"Only one way," Jeremy said with a huge grin. The hagson's jaw dropped, and he went to speak, but Jeremy silenced him with a kiss. "And I want you to give that to me if and when you're ready, and not before." The kissing that followed was soft, gentle, and more like the Jeremy he knew. "And time for me to be very, very evil."

"How?" asked Fred.

"I have to get back to school." Neither of them had gotten off and Fred just groaned. That is until Jeremy cast a spell, one his mother had taught him; one straight from the Tantric Book of Turning Tricks. Fred groaned loudly and he was set into immediate orgasm, his seed spraying all over Jeremy's fuzzy stomach. It felt as if his heart was going to explode out of his chest, that his brain would hemorrhage, that his balls were pouring out of his dick. The sorcerer was ready for it and held the hagson up as his knees gave out. It was rather comical to actually see his eyes roll back. "Fuck a duck, what spell was that?"

"One I can never use on you again. If I did it would stop your heart." Fred's eyes snapped wide. Jeremy nodded. "At least, if you were human. Mum calls it the Widow's Kiss. It's only reason is to kill someone with sex if cast more than once."

"Then why cast it?" "Because I wanted to give you the best orgasm you could ever have. No one else will ever be able to give you one like it except for me. The other part of the spell is that any normal orgasm we have together will be that strong." Fred thought it almost sadistically romantic. He could learn a few things about being a hagson from Jeremy.

"I doubt that will ever be a problem. Since I met you I have had no other partner." Jeremy kissed him deeply, longingly, and then vanished in a puff of smoke. "Evil!" Hagath, from the other room, cackled with glee, and on the wind was an echo from Jeremy. The bad thing is Fred would have it no other way. This mischievous side of Jeremy was a turn on.

Jeremy popped up just outside the perimeter of the school. The gargoyles that guarded the front gate stayed motionless, knowing he belonged here. He made his way to infirmary and once inside he saw a sight that made him smile. Archie was asleep and looked well enough. He was being held by Angel who was also asleep in a chair. Madame Tincture came in and motioned him into her office. "How is he?"

"He'll be fine. I was able to find out that a canine, a raptor bird and a large rodent caused the scratches. The spell...I have never seen its like. Ravenfeather came in and confirmed my findings saying Archibald would be better sleeping here one night with people than in the beast wing."

Jeremy nodded. "And was Angel a help?"

"That boy healed most everything himself. I have never seen a cleric so driven to heal another person's familiar." Jeremy sighed and hung his head to cover up his smile. "Your familiar would not sleep well until Angel held him, then he was slumbering and purring."

"I must thank him in the morning. And thank you. I would be lost without Archie."

"And whoever attacked him knew that. I've put in a complaint with the headmaster. While familiars will fight, it is rarely this coordinated. Then there is the spell being cast. He shall look into it."

All Jeremy could do was nod. It was now in the headmaster's hands and he doubted whoever had done this would sleep well knowing this. "Thank you. I'm going to my room. If Archie seems restless, he likes milk with honey." She nodded and he left with one final gaze at the sleeping pair. Jeremy hit the showers on his way to his room. Graeboe was still awake as he walked in. "Waiting up for me?"

"Almost. I was studying the spell used." Jeremy stripped and pulled on his sleeping shorts "It was not cast as a single spell, but rather like I would cast a spell. A chain of smaller spells, each one very weak but the result was...well, you know that." The half-giant held out his notes, Jeremy had taken pains to learn the language Grae read and wrote in. Normals had developed it and the few wizards who were blind had adopted it and wrote tomes in it. Now it was easier to produce with technology.

"This is rune based. We covered these runes a few weeks ago. And I know you don't have half of these. It wasn't a mystic who cast this."

"My thoughts too. Someone in our year, or a student from a higher grade cast this. The sad part is I don't know of a single caster who is this good with runes except for you and me." It was true that both Grae and Jeremy were the top students in the school in runes. Neither would hurt the blink cat.

"Could three do this? There were three different familiars that attacked Arch." He sat and pulled out his brush for his long hair. Being with Fred had a tendency to make it messy.

"Hmm. They would have to be very close to each other. Remember runes require a synergy when written by multiple casters." Jeremy did remember, now that he mentioned it. The casters need to have shared and pooled energy before and on more than one occasion. The more often they did, the more alike their minds and energies meshed and runes required this. Much like handwriting among the normals, parents and off spring often had similar ways of writing, showing a closeness in action and thoughts.

"Then we need to find a set of people with a canine, bird of prey and rodent who have shared energy."

"That will narrow it down quite a bit." Grae stood and stretched. "Um, Jeremy, may I ask your opinion on something?"

The awkwardness in his voice was new. Even when they first me it was never this unsure. "Yeah, Grae, you can ask for it anytime."

"Am I...attractive?"

Jeremy was a bit shocked by the question. "Yeah. I mean, if I wasn't your best friend I might try and seduce you." He wondered what brought this on.

Graeboe just rolled his huge blackened eyes. "Seriously. I mean I know I'm muscular and I bathe every day, but am I pleasing to look at? Being so tall and obviously not human."

Jeremy was even more confused. "Grae, you know I'm on the fence as far as sex goes but romantically I like guys more. I find you attractive enough for a second look and good looking enough to want to get to know what lies beneath the burly behemoth. That is where your true appeal lies. You've a good heart, which for many is better than looks. Would I date you? No, I'm not romantically interested in you. Sleep with you...if you weren't my best friend, yes." Grae nodded as if he understood all that. "Why ask?"

"I...wanted to know if you think it's a good idea for me to ask Darcy to the formal."

The grin that split Jeremy's face was huge. Grae and Darcy? Not a bad match up, all things considered. "I think you should ask. I know she would dance with you without question." Mentioning dance made him think of Angel.

"Really? I mean...she might say yes...but what if she says no?"

The big guy was just so cute. Who would have thought a giant would be so insecure? "Grae, ask her. I won't promise she'll say yes, but she probably will give it serious thought."

"Really? Thanks. I know she would think about it...but I needed to hear it from someone else. My brain is swarming with the sleepies. Good night, Jeremy."

"Good night, Grae. Thanks for all the help today." The giant nodded and extinguished his light before crawling into bed. He did not need the light, but it made him feel more normal to use it. With a small smile, Jeremy tucked himself into bed and gestured for his light to go out. As soon as he did there was a small pop in the room. Archie came up to his face and sat on it. "Glad to see you're better."

Archie, for once did not ignore him but rather made his way to sleep beside Jeremy for one of his rare cuddling moods. Jeremy put an arm around his familiar, feeling a soft purr. For all the bad done to him, Archie would be fine. Jeremy and Grae were studying after potions when Angel and Darcy came jogging up. Funny thing is Graeboe looked right up at her before even Jeremy heard them.

"Hey, Jeremy, we might have one of the culprits," said Angel.

"Good. I'm not very good at divination spells and have come up with nothing." Jeremy never studied that school of magic very much. It required far too much energy for even the smallest of spells and his schedule was too swamped this year for it to fit. The best he could do was find his lost socks when Archie hid them.

"No magic involved."

Darcy smiled at Grae and gave him a hug. "Hey handsome." He beamed a smile back at her. "Archie was making himself Angel's personal shoulder jockey when we were walking from cross-arts class."

"Sorry, Angel, I can ask him to stop." Jeremy could in no way control the blink cat.

"No, it's fine. I like him. I would prefer him on my shoulder than getting attacked again."

Jeremy nodded. He was glad that Archie had made a friend or two rather than terrorizing everyone. "As I was saying. He started to hiss at Valkoor Onyxbeak." Jeremy's brow furrowed. "Don't know him? He's a druid who should be more into necromancy than his natural spells. He's a down right git."