Gender: Male Age: 21 Location: N/A
|Introduction: Not my Storie... Storie belongs to Eric Storm|
"I don't know what the fuck he thought he was doing, getting in the middle of this. It's got nothing to do with him! What gives him the goddamned right to stick his nose in my business?" Paul fumed. He was pacing like a caged animal, licking his wounded ego more than anything. Don had not seriously injured him at all. Paul was so upset, he'd resorted to actually speaking in Carysta's presence.
<I don't know why he is acting the way he is. You know him better than I do,> she said.
Paul spun on her, and nearly snarled at her, but caught himself. "I don't seem to know him at all! I thought he was my friend! This is bullshit! First one friend starts messing with my sister without so much as talking to me about it, and then the other one has to stick his nose in when I'm trying to settle things with the first one!"
Carysta knew the real issue here was that Paul was not in control of things, and he didn't like that. Still, all of this worked to her advantage, and that was the only thing that really mattered to her, at this point.
<Do you think you will be able to work things out with them?> She certainly hoped not, and she didn't think he could.
Paul dropped himself onto the bed beside her. Finally, he was beginning to settle down, to let his emotions drop back to a reasonable level. It wasn't her he was mad at, anyway, and venting on her was both childish and pointless. He took several deep breaths, trying to bring himself under control. She could see that what she had taught him so far was working, and she remained silent while he did a very brief meditation to re-center himself.
<No,> he finally responded mentally, <I really don't think that I can forgive either of them for what they've done. I mean, first seducing my sister and then telling me it's all my fault, I just don't understand them. I ought to go back out there and beat the fucking shit out of both of them...>
Carysta had to turn him from that line of thinking quickly. <Love, you've seen how strong Donald is already. Magic is easier to master than psionic power. Someday, you will be able to stand up against him.>Maybe, she added to herself. <But not today. If you force the issue to a more strenuous fight, you might get hurt. I don't want to see you hurt.>
<So, what the fuck am I supposed to do? Do I just let Julie go with that asshole?>
<Julie is enamored of Gill, my love. However that came about, changing it would be difficult.> Actually, it would have been child's play for Carysta, but that would not suit her goal. <Dwelling on your loss is not healthy, and it will prevent you from honing your skills further. It is best to leave all of this until such a time as you can stand against them both and win.>
<I suppose you're right... but what the hell am I supposed to do now? There is no fucking way that I'm going to be led around by the nose by either one of those fuckers at this point!>
Carysta had been holding her breath. Finding the opportunity to ask him had been difficult. She would have no better chance than right now. <Stay with me, Love. You have not challenged Iamor, and you have not been a thorn in his side. He would not object to you remaining. We could live here together. You could continue to train. Perhaps, in time, you might even be able to forget about all of the pain your sister and friends have caused you.> She hoped so; life with him would not be pleasant if he was hell-bent on revenge.
Paul looked at her for several moments. <You're serious, aren't you?>
<I have never been more so with you. You have brought into my life a warmth and a light that I have not known in many, many years. I don't think that I'm likely to see it again soon if you leave me. I admit, I'm being selfish, but, I don't want to lose you.>
Paul considered her words for a long time. He rose from the bed, and walked to the window, staring out across the field. Carysta waited in fearful silence. She didn't like exposing herself; it was something she'd carefully avoided for most of her life. She'd had relationships, but none had really meant much to her. Paul was different to her, and she was willing to share herself with him, though this meant some risks to her carefully-constructed personality.
Finally, he turned back to her. She couldn't read the look on his face, and he'd managed to wall off his thoughts. She could have broken through, but that would have been very much the wrong thing to do under the circumstances. She waited as calmly as she could manage as he sat down beside her again. He put his arm around her, and pulled her to him.
As they kissed, he said in his mind, <Yes, I will stay with you. You're the only friend I have left.>
That suited Carysta just fine.
"I don't think I'm ever going to figure this stuff out," Annie said in despair. She was walking with Don in the meadow just in front of the castle, outside the moat. She held his hand more like a little girl right now than like a girlfriend. Her lessons with Gaphnia were not going well, though it was obvious that Don was getting better by the day.
"You'll pick it up, Annie. It's just taking you longer, is all. Hey, I spent a week screwing up before I got here. Maybe you're just in your adjustment period."
She looked at him, knowing that he was just trying to make her feel better, and loving him for the effort. He looked down at her with that smile on his face that she saw him wearing so often. She wasn't sure what it meant, but she liked it. She pressed herself against him, hugging him tightly. He immediately responded in kind.
"What if I don't? What if I'm always a rotten sorceress? And I can't even learn my psionic skills, because I'm not getting in the middle of the whole Carysta-Paul-you-Gill thing..."
Don frowned for a moment. They had not even seen Paul in the last three days, since the fight. Don didn't know what to do about that. He knew that it wasn't really up to him, though, and so he set the thoughts aside. His mind returned to the beautiful woman in his arms, the one that was looking to him for security, comfort, and encouragement. He had little of the first to offer her, but the last two, he could manage.
"So what if you don't? Gill says your sword fighting is improving."
"Yeah, but not nearly as good as he is!"
"Shh," he said, pulling her tighter to him and stroking her hair softly. "Why does this bother you so much, Annie?"
She pulled away from him, so that they could talk. "How am I supposed to help on our trip? How can I go with you if I have no skills to help with?" He could see she really was near tears over this. He put his hands on her arms, lightly, to show support.
"Annie, you have skills. Maybe you're not a master-sorceress, or a good psionic, or even an excellent swordfighter. But every little bit helps. We learned that coming over here. You'll be there when we need you. You're also another set of eyes and ears, who can look out for danger. But really, even if you weren't useful to us in any way, shape, or form, I'd be taking you with us."
She looked him in the eye as she asked, "Why?"
Don blushed and stumbled over some attempted words before he finally turned away and said, "Just... 'cause. I can't leave you here, and you're not safe out there alone. Somehow, someday, we'll get home. And that 'we' includes you."
She stepped up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. There were tears of happiness on her face for what he hadn't managed to say. "Thank you," she whispered.
The couple wandered through the meadow for a while after that, but it started to get chilly, and so they made their way back to the castle. After they had turned their backs, a dark, winged shadow left the ground, flying south over the surrounding hills. Its master would want to know about these two.
Inside the castle, Don walked Annie back to the room she was now sharing with Julie. He stifled a yawn as they went up the stairs; the long days he'd been putting in were starting to wear on him.
When they arrived at her room, he turned to her and took her into his arms. She came willingly, and tilted her head up to meet his kiss. Their lips moved gently together, and Don's hands caressed her back, sending wonderful tingles throughout her body.
After a few minutes, however, he broke off their kiss. She could see the fatigue on his face, and knew that tonight would not be the night, either. She still couldn't bring herself to ask him about it for fear that he would reject her, even though he was so very kind to her.
"Good night," he said softly, interrupting her thoughts. His words were accompanied by a very warm smile. "Pleasant dreams."
"You, too," she responded, and watched him walk down the hall. He tiredly turned to go into his room, and the door clicked shut. She had a feeling he'd be asleep within the next five minutes.
She, however, was not tired, and after that kiss, what she really was, was horny. She turned to go into her own room, not quite sure what to do about her predicament.
Once inside, she saw that Julie was already slipping into bed.
"Hey, Annie," she called quietly.
"Hey, Jules," she responded. It didn't take much, in her current state, to remember the first time they'd been in bed together, and what had happened. She'd not had the courage to experiment further with Julie, but it was clear that the other girl was available to her. Perhaps she could relieve her pent-up desires, in a way that probably wouldn't bother Don if he learned about it.
Julie didn't pay much attention as Annie moved about, getting ready for bed. She didn't even watch her as she undressed. She'd made her interest clear, but she wouldn't press herself on the woman.
When she felt a weight on the edge of the bed, she turned. They had not slept in the same bed since it became obvious that Paul was not returning to this room. As she finished rolling over, Annie slid under the covers completely, and slipped against Julie. Annie wrapped her arms around Julie, and slowly, very tentatively, leaned in.
The two girls pressed their lips softly together as their bodies molded against one another. Julie slipped her one arm around Annie, pulling her in closer. Her hand slipped down onto Annie's buttock, and Annie moaned into Julie's mouth. Annie slipped her leg on top of Julie, and the two were now intertwined as tightly as they could get. Julie loved the feel of Annie's pert little breasts against her, and Annie wondered at the soft, pillowy feel of Julie's large tits.
Finally, their kiss broke, and Annie leaned her head back a little so that she could look into Julie's eyes. "Up for a little playtime?" she asked lightly.
"Always," Julie purred.
Annie got an uncomfortable look on her face. "I... don't really know what I'm doing," she confessed.
"You're doing damn well for someone who doesn't," Julie said with a smile. Turning slightly serious, she said, "Don't worry. I'll show you."
Julie leaned in, and they were kissing again. Julie's tongue slipped out to run across her partner's lips. Annie opened her mouth, and Julie's tongue entered, probing against Annie's own tongue, and the two kissed hotly, their passions rising. Julie's thigh began to slip against Annie's cunt, and Annie was soon wet and panting.
Julie pushed Annie onto her back, moving with her, but not rolling on top. Julie's hand slipped around from Annie's ass, trailing a hot path around her hip. Annie's moaning grew more insistent as Julie's hand began to slip between Annie's legs. Julie's fingers brushed along either side of Annie's sensitive clit, and Annie shuddered, her back arching, and she squealed against Julie's mouth. Annie came down from her small orgasm quickly, and she redoubled her tongue's movements inside Julie's mouth.
Julie, in turn, allowed her hand to slip further between her lover's legs. Her fingers slipped along the moist folds of Annie's cunt lips, getting drenched in Annie's love juices. Once she'd found the spot, Julie pressed her middle finger inward, probing Annie's hole. She found the entrance, and slowly, gently slipped her finger into it. The opening was hot, and wet, and tight, and Julie's finger was gripped by strong pussy muscles.
Annie groaned as she felt Julie's finger slip inside her, and then start pumping in small motions at first, growing to full-fledged strokes. Annie broke their kiss, feeling the need to gasp for air at the sensations in her pussy. Julie soon added a second finger, and Annie was lost in pleasure, her body overcome by the wonderful feelings in her twat.
Without a mouth to occupy Julie's lips, she slid down Annie's body looking for a new target for them. She paused at Annie's nipples, licking and sucking them while Annie groaned out in ecstasy. Julie lapped at Annie's tits, sucking on them and running her tongue all around them, paying lots of attention to Annie's erect little nubbins. Meanwhile, her fingers continued their dance in Annie's cunt, and it was obvious that Annie was close to another, larger orgasm. Julie wasn't ready to let her have that climax yet, though, and so she slowed down the movement of her fingers, and slipped her mouth off Annie's tit.
Annie, panting and heaving, looked up at her new lover with questioning eyes.
"It's time we played a little game," Julie said quietly. "It's called 'Mirror mirror'. The idea is, whatever I do to you, you then do to me. The winner," Julie said with a smirk, "is the one who gets off."
Annie smiled, and nodded. She did not expect what came next, however, as Julie rolled on top of her, but in a sixty-nine position. Annie stared up at Julie's sweet pussy, dripping its juices. She could feel the heat emanating from that wonderful box, and she was very curious about what it might be like to lick it.
It was then she learned that she was about to find out, because she felt Julie's soft tongue run along her own outer lips, softly tickling them in a highly arousing manner. Annie shuddered, but then managed to pull Julie's hips down, pulling Julie's cunt right into her face. Annie stuck out her tongue and slowly, uncertainly, touched it to Julie's skin. She slid her tongue along the engorged outer folds of Julie's pussy lips, moving along her entire length. Julie groaned out loud at the feel of Annie's inexperienced, but very soft and alluring, tongue against her private place.
Remembering what she was doing, Julie returned her tongue to her partner's slit, using it to ply open Annie's outer lips, and searching for the opening to her cunt. It wasn't long before Annie began to do the same to Julie, though admittedly, there was a long, shivering pause before she began. Julie smiled to herself about that, knowing that she was good at this, and enjoying having a new partner to enjoy, and to teach the pleasures of womanly touches to.
When Julie had Annie's pussy lips opening like a flower, she stiffened her tongue, and pressed it to Annie's hole. She pushed in, as if her tongue were a small cock, only she was able to wiggle her tongue, sending shivers throughout Annie's body. Annie cried out in pleasure, letting loose of Julie for a moment. It wasn't long before she returned her attention to her teacher's body, though.
Annie was in heaven. What Julie was doing to her was more pleasant than anything anyone had done to her in a very long time. She shivered and writhed from the feel of the tongue invading her cunt, but then she managed to remember that she was supposed to do the same thing. She slipped her tongue back against Julie's slit. She tasted Julie's juices, and found that she enjoyed the flavor. Her tongue waggled of its own accord, lapping up the juice and sending tingles into Julie's brain.
Annie poked her tongue up into Julie's twat, and wiggled it. Then she began to push it in and out of Julie's cunt, as if she were actually fucking her with her tongue. Julie screamed against Annie's cunt, awash in the pleasure of the moment. Annie, knowing she was doing something right, kept up the effort. Her hands, which weren't busy at the moment, moved down, seeking out and finding Julie's tits. Her hands cupped and fondled those wonderful melons, tweaking and then pinching the nipples.
Julie was losing it, fast. She thought to herself, This girl is a natural! Oh, god, I hope this isn't a one-time shot! She used her tongue and her fingers to stroke Annie's pussy. Finally, she moved her tongue up and, while her fingers continued to dance amid Annie's cunt lips, Julie's tongue sought out and found Annie's clit. Julie's tongue danced along the length of that clit, until she sucked it into her mouth. A few strokes of her tongue along with the sucking of her lips, and Annie was right on the brink of orgasm.
Julie sunk her middle finger deep into Annie's cunt, and started thrusting it in and out very fast. Her tongue and lips continued to work on Annie's clit, and that was the last straw for Annie. Her orgasm washed over her body, sending spasms and tingles all along her limbs. Annie screamed against Julie's cunt, her tongue, still stiffened, was pushed even deeper into Julie's twat. The vibrations and the penetration were more than Julie could take, and her body, too, began to writhe and buck in the throes of climax.
The two ladies continued to spasm and lurch throughout their orgasms. Julie was actually thrown off Annie, and lay beside her on the bed, panting and wriggling as her orgasm began to subside.
When Julie finally calmed down from her climax, she found Annie already sitting up next to her. She struggled to raise her body up off the bed, to sit with her new lover, and to see if they might do this again at some point in the future.
"That was incredible," Annie said.
"Yeah," Julie confirmed. "For a girl who doesn't know what she's doing, you sure do it well!"
"Thanks," Annie said, blushing.
"So," Julie said, a little hesitantly, "did you like it?"
"Oh, yeah," Annie responded, a little starry-eyed.
"Then, we might do it again sometime?" Julie asked hopefully.
"Um..." Annie said, and Julie's heart skipped a beat, until she saw the look on Annie's face. "I was thinking about... well, right now." Annie didn't give Julie a chance to answer her, as she nearly tackled her, pushing her down onto the bed as their mouths met once again.
Oh, God, thank you!
The next morning, the two women woke up in a tangle of bedclothes and limbs. The first thing Annie did upon waking was to kiss her bedmate good morning. Julie returned the kiss, and they did some heavy petting to continue their activity from the night before. Neither of them was in the mood for more sex, though, as they had sated themselves quite nicely during the night.
"I never thought sex with a girl would be so, well... fun," Annie admitted.
"Yeah. I still prefer guys, but when you can't have one of those... a girl makes a damn good substitute," Julie said.
After kissing some more, Annie said, "We'd better get up. I've got to be to magic lessons in a little while, and I definitely need a bath, now."
"We can take one together. I'll wash your back, if you'll wash mine."
Annie smiled devilishly and said, "Okay... but I think I'd rather wash your front." The two girls had a good laugh as they climbed out of bed to start their day.
When they met out in the garden, Don noticed Annie's lighter mood. She fairly waltzed up to him and kissed him on the cheek. The sexual tension she'd been feeling was gone, and she was able to feel a little less tense about her relationship with him. Don noticed all this without understanding any of it. He gave her a hug, as he usually did, and she returned it warmly, but it didn't seem as if she clung to him as she had. He couldn't begin to interpret what was going on with her, and he wasn't about to ask her about it; certainly not with Gaphnia sitting right next to them.
"You seem to be in high spirits, Annabelle," Gaphnia said. All attempts to get Gaphnia to call her Annie had failed, so she just rolled with it. Especially this morning.
"I had a good night's sleep, ma'am."
"Oh, good. Then perhaps we'll make more progress today. A fresh, rested mind is always more receptive to the ways of magic. Shall we begin?"
"No, Annabelle!" Gaphnia chided. "Not like that! You are straining at the spell, when it needs to flow!"
Annie slumped onto the bench in the garden. Her eyes were downcast, and her good mood was broken. Don, seeing this and finally understanding one of the emotions that had crossed her face today, decided to take matters into his own hands.
"Gaphnia, could we break for a little while? I think we could all do with a rest."
Gaphnia thought to remind him of how limited their time was, but she could see that there were things that needed saying between the two, and so she nodded, rolling away to the other side of the garden. Don immediately knelt in front of Annie.
"Hey. Don't let this get you down. You'll get it, eventually. Sometimes things just come harder to some people."
"I'm an idiot! She's as much as said so!" Annie was holding back tears, and Don could feel the pain radiating from her heart. He moved beside her, and wrapped his arm around her.
"That's not what she meant to say, Annie. I don't think she's talked with people for a while. She just wants you to do well, and she's a bit frustrated because she can't find a good way to help you understand what you need to do."
"I can't even move a stupid fucking rock!" she said, allowing profanity to slip into her language, which was something she only did when she was upset.
"You are trying too hard, you know," he said very softly. He turned his body so that he was straddling the bench, facing her. He gently pulled her against him, and she assumed a position similar to his. He wrapped his arms around her, and nodded to a rock sitting near them on the ground.
"Okay, you can see the rock, right?"
"Of course I can see the rock," she said, a bit miffed.
"Can you feel the rock?"
"Can you feel it? In your head, can you feel the rock?"
"No, of course not!"
"Why not?" he asked, still softly, still gently.
"Because..." she stuttered. After a long pause, she said, "Because it's just a rock."
"Exactly. It's just a rock. It's not going to fight you. Magic is normal to that rock. Magic is completely expected by the rock, and by the birds, and by the mountains. They don't fight magic, because it's part of who and what they are, here in Zemlia Nov. So, you don't need to struggle with the rock, because it's not going to fight back. You simply need to use the magic to tell the rock where to go."
"Well, magic is energy, like. So, if you can shape the energy, you can move the rock. The magic spell calls up the energy, but you still have to think about what you want all that energy to do. So, when we chant the movement spell, we have the right form of energy to move the rock, but you've still got to imagine the rock moving. So, picture in your mind that the rock moves from where it is to, oh, say, the end of the bench, and then, while you keep that image in your head, chant the spell, but make sure you don't lose the image."
"But... what if it fails?"
"Then you can try again later," he said, squeezing her lightly to reassure her. He could feel Gaphnia's eyes on them, but he wasn't about to say that to Annie. "C'mon. What have you got to lose?" He kissed her softly at the base of the neck, and she smiled warmly.
Annie closed her eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath. She formed the image in her mind, and let it play over and over again. As it was playing, she started to chant the spell, and she opened her eyes. She was careful to keep the image playing in her mind, over and over. She was shocked to see the stone lift off the ground and, shakily, move over to the bench. It settled with a solid clunk onto the bench, and Annie cried out.
"You made it do that!" she exclaimed accusingly.
"I didn't lift a finger. You were the one casting the spell, I can't do magic without a spell, either. Face it, Sweetheart, you can do magic, if you just let go a little bit."
She turned herself toward him, and they kissed briefly. He could tell there was a difference in her kiss, but he wasn't sure what it was. It was still damned nice, however, and he enjoyed it while it lasted.
When she broke their kiss, he could see that she looked a little fatigued. "Why don't we take a break? You look a little punked out."
"Yeah. This stuff is hard."
He smiled at her. "I want to talk to Gaphnia for a minute. Will I see you at lunch?" Normally, he would not have had to ask the question, but this morning, things seemed a little odd.
"Of course," she said, sensing that he was suddenly uneasy about something, but not aware of what it was. "I'll see you later." She kissed him again, and then moved off.
What the hell is up with her now?
Don's thoughts were interrupted as Gaphnia wheeled over to him. Her voice was much softer now, and held what he considered to be a lot of self-doubt.
"You were able to explain to her something that I could not."
He looked at her, and shook his head. "Not really. I just told her the way that I do it. Though, I admit, it doesn't take me as long as it does her, but then, it doesn't take you as long as it does me, so it all evens out in the end."
"I may not be the best teacher for either of you, Donald."
"You're the only teacher we've got, Gaphnia. I'd prefer not to have to learn this at all. I'd prefer to be back home, worrying about finding a girlfriend and who's going to beat me up next week in school. I guess we don't always get what we want."
"You aren't happy here, with your new friend, and your... more accommodating sister?"
Don blushed fiercely. Everyone in the castle knew about the siblings, of course; there was simply no way to hide it.
"I love Katie. And I do like our relationship now. But she shouldn't have to be scared like this all the time. As to Annie..." he looked off into the distance. "I'm not sure what she feels for me, so how I feel about her isn't really important. I feel kind of responsible for her, and that's why I want her to learn to use her magic better. All in all, as miserable as life at home was, at least I knew what was going on. I'm not real happy with not having a handle on what's going to happen after lunch, let alone tomorrow or the next day."
"I can certainly understand that. Life was once that unpredictable for me, as well. Then... well, things changed, and now I am a crippled old woman, bound to this chair and stuck in this place. Nothing changes."
Don turned to face her fully. "If I may ask, how did you end up in that wheelchair?"
Gaphnia frowned for a moment, and Don thought he'd just put his foot in his mouth. Then she took a deep breath. "It's not something I've considered for a long time," she said. "It happened about a hundred years ago."
She wheeled herself over next to him. "About a hundred years ago," she repeated. "There was a beautiful woman living in this castle. Her name was Dina Hollie."
"The woman who first wielded Annie's sword," Don interrupted.
"Yes. That is yet another reason that Iamor does not like her. Iamor was enamored of Miss Hollie. She, of course, felt little to nothing for an old sorcerer. Dina was a great fighter, and a woman not to be trifled with. No one knows exactly what happened to her, of course, but it is hard to believe she didn't make it out of Zemlia Nov alive.
"Anyway, I'm getting off track. Miss Hollie lived here in the castle for nearly a year. She was charmed into staying by one of Iamor's spells, along with many excuses he gave her to remain. The girl was not stupid, and she realized that she was behaving oddly. She came to me for help, and asked me if I knew what was happening to her.
"Well, I was still a bit young then, for a sorceress, and I didn't like the things my brother did most of the time. Banishing Denonia was about the only thing we ever agreed on, really. Anyway, I told her in no uncertain terms what he was doing.
"She got very angry. She stormed into his chamber and confronted him. I knew what would happen, which is why I made sure to follow her, in the guise of a small bird. Sure enough, Iamor got angry and childish, and he made all sorts of threats against her life if she didn't stay and become his wife. The brave child told him... well, you can imagine what one of your world would say to such a demand."
Don nodded. He could imagine what Susan, under normal circumstances, would have said to what Gill was doing to her.
Gaphnia continued. "Finally, seeing that he was not going to be able to coerce her into staying, he decided to use his magic on her. That's when I stepped in. I fought off all of his attempts at hurting her, and all of his attempts at manipulating her. He was so very frustrated, and he was horribly angry with me, but I was able to hold him off until she was out of his reach, outside the valley.
"But you see, while I may be as strong - some even say stronger - than Iamor, I do not have his stamina. Eventually, he wore me down. With no spells left to summon, I surrendered to him, and that was when he gave me a choice.
"He told me that I could either become a hideously ugly old woman, or I would be confined to this wheelchair for the rest of my life. Well, I am foolish, and as vain as the next sorceress, and I had no desire to become... well, I guess your people would have then called me a witch. I did not want to take that path. It's stupid, and childish, I know, but this chair is not so much a burden, anymore."
"So, you're stuck in that chair, but you get to stay beautiful for the rest of your life?"
Gaphnia blushed slightly. "Thank you, Donald. Though I dare say I am not quite as attractive as I once was, at least I am not a beast."
"Gaphnia," Don said, trying to wrap his mind around the thought he'd just had. "Have you ever tried to stand up, since then?"
"Heavens, no. Why would I? I cannot walk, for he cast a spell on me."
"But you're a stronger magician than he is."
"For short periods of time, yes."
"Everything you've both taught me says that he can't do what you just said he did."
"Donald, I..." Gaphnia's voice trailed off. "But I can't walk!"
"Have you tried?"
Gaphnia stared at him incredulously. He looked back at her, and he said, "Perception is the essence of all magic, remember?"
Gaphnia sat, stunned by the very thought. It would take a newcomer to have told her this; anyone living in the castle would certainly have been threatened into silence by Iamor, if Don was, in fact, correct.
She had to know, but there was one last, nagging thought. "What if I can stand, but it turns me into a hideous monster?"
"Well, even if it does, something tells me you could change yourself back. But something tells me that Iamor didn't actually do anything to you, except convince you of the truth of his lie."
Gaphnia nodded. "If I do change, you will be honest with me?"
Gaphnia took a deep breath, and used her hands to move her feet onto the ground. She was very nervous, and this was unusual for her; she was normally a confident woman. She summoned up all the pride and dignity she had within, and they bolstered her. She was Gaphnia, Master Sorceress of Castle Ballor, and no one would keep her down!
Slowly, painfully, Gaphnia pushed herself out of the chair. She straightened her arms, and put her weight onto her legs. Her knees wobbled, and her ankles shook, for her leg muscles were certainly not used to carrying even her light weight. She was, however, standing. Don put out his hands to help support her, and she accepted that.
"Have I changed into a hideous woman, now?" she asked seriously.
Don had noticed a change, and he thought he discovered Iamor's mistake. "You have changed," Don answered with a smile. "But it is a very minor change. I think that perhaps his spell has mostly worn off. In fact, I think that you can probably shake the last of his spell loose without much trouble, and you will be your old self again. Um... excuse me for that slip."
She laughed at him easily. "I am old," she said. "I am very old, by your standards. And," she added, "I am getting tired quickly. Help me back to my chair."
Don immediately moved her back to her seat. She closed her eyes and chanted a long series of spells, or so it seemed. Before his eyes, Gaphnia transformed herself. Her facial features tightened, her hair restored itself back to an almost-blonde state, and her skin smoothed itself. After some time, she opened her eyes, to see him staring at her.
"Do I look that much better to you?" she asked with a smile.
Don blushed. "I honestly didn't think you looked bad before, but now you're a stunning woman."
"Well, help this stunning woman up to her room, would you, so she can rest?"
She pulled him down, and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you."
"I just thought you deserved to have your legs back, and didn't see any reason that the most powerful magician in the land couldn't heal herself."
"Sometimes it takes the eyes of a newborn to see the wisdom that the aged miss."
"Waaa-uff!" Annie cried as she made her way - heavily - to the ground. Gill grinned, but managed not to laugh at her. He knew she wouldn't take it very well, and he didn't want to discourage her.
She sat for a few moments, rubbing her backside, and cursing silently at herself for her stupid move. She'd lunged too far, and he'd caught her off-balance, and she'd paid the price for it. Had it been a real fight, she'd be dead now, she was sure.
Don also knew this was what she was thinking. He was watching her from the side, and so he muttered a little spell. Suddenly, bright flashes of light filled Gill's vision, startling him, and he drew back, unsure of what was going on. Annie, taking advantage of her chance, quickly rolled up to her feet, her sword in hand, her stance proclaiming her readiness to fight.
Don let up on his spell, and Gill's vision started to clear. He shook his head, and then looked with annoyance over at Don. "No fair helping her!"
Don shook his head. "That's where you're wrong. The whole point is that we're going to be helping each other. When she slips, I cover her. When I slip, you cover me. When you slip, she covers you. That's the way it has to work, or we're already dead."
Gill bowed to the wisdom of that. "Okay, fair enough... but did you have to use such an annoying damned spell?"
Don chuckled. "Seems to me I remember someone bitching about how I wasn't any good, just a few weeks ago."
Annie giggled, and Gill let it ride with a muttered curse. He liked both of them, but being the target of the teasing wasn't necessarily fun. "Shall we go again?" he said to her. She nodded, ready for his attack.
But she wasn't, not really. Gill sidestepped and swung. Annie brought her sword up to parry, but it was clumsy. She didn't have a chance to counter before he brought his sword around again for another strike. This block was better, but still not great. His third swing nearly got through, and he could see that scared her. She stepped back, hoping to give herself some room, but it was the wrong move. He followed her, and that set up a chasing pattern that she couldn't hope to win from, unless she changed tactics. It was hard to think in the midst of battle, and that's why some things had to become natural reactions.
Finally, Gill thought it was time to teach her the mistake she was making. He backed her against the weapons shed, and now she had nowhere to go. His last thrust impaled the shed, very near her ear.
He saw the terror in her eyes, which was immediately followed by despair. He hadn't meant to shake what little confidence she had, but he'd obviously done so. He turned to Don in concern, but Don was already there. He put his arm around her, and she cried against him.
"I think that's enough for today, don't you, Gill?"
"It most certainly is," Darnell interrupted. He'd watched the whole scene without comment, but now he took Gill away, apparently for either a lesson in teaching or a chewing out. Don didn't want to know which, just now. He focused on the scared girl in his arms.
"Oh, Don, what am I going to do? I can't defend myself, I can't do magic... I'm useless!"
"But you're pretty," he said, trying to add some levity to the situation. It almost worked; she smiled at him, but her anguish was too deep for that to work easily. "Pretty hopeless, you mean!"
He pulled her more tightly to him. "Hey, remember what we talked about earlier? It doesn't matter to me how good you are at this. Look, I don't want to sound cruel or mean, but let's face it: Julie is not exactly a big help, except that she can cook. But I've never considered once leaving her behind."
"Just a friend. Just like you. Well, not quite like you. I don't kiss Julie very often," he said with a wink. Then he kissed her, and she melted against him. It felt so wonderful to be with him like this, but he never seemed ready to go any further with her. Well, she had Julie to relieve her frustrations, and if Don didn't want her... but did he?
She didn't know.
That night, Don was out on the balcony of his bedroom. He was sitting on the low wall of the balcony, staring up at the stars. His back was against the castle wall, and his hands held a small crystal orb. It wasn't used for seeing; it was a concentration device, and it would, when used properly, sing in the mind of its user a beautiful song. He was looking at the moon and contemplating his future. Needless to say, he was not hearing any song at that moment.
His thought patterns were interrupted by a flutter in the night. He heard the sound, and he thought he saw a shadow, but he just could not be sure what he might have seen.
"Katie?" he called softly. She emerged almost immediately from their room to be by his side.
"Oh, so it wasn't you. I thought I saw something, I wanted to make sure you weren't out flying around." He took the opportunity to reach out for her, and she came to him gladly.
"I'm sorry that I haven't been with you more lately," he said. "Shit, I feel like I'm doing as badly as Paul did to Julie."
"Bro, it's okay." She caressed his face, and laid her head on his chest. She loved the feel of his arm around her back, enfolding her and her damnable wings. "I know you're busy, and I know that Annie needs you. You're not behaving like Paul, because I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you love me."
She looked up at him, and he gazed deeply into her eyes, and he nodded, ever so slightly. Their mouths came together almost of their own accord, and the two kissed warmly. Don used what little of his attention he could spare to set his concentration orb down on the table out here, and then his hands both wrapped around his sister, pulling her to him. He could feel her wonderful breasts mashed against him, and he could feel the heat of her body.
"How long has it been?" he asked her when they broke their kiss.
"Too damned long," she responded.
"Well, I think we should fix that," he said, unhooking the back of her shirt, and pulling it forward. She didn't hesitate, even outside, to allow her brother to undress her. She bowed her head to make getting the shirt off easier, and as he was setting it on the table, Kate pushed her skirt and panties off her hips, allowing them to drop to the stone floor. She slid out of the slippers she was wearing, and now she stood before her brother, completely nude.
Don admired her body for what seemed to him an eternity. He soaked in her every curve. He loved how the moonlight reflected off her pale skin, and she seemed very angelic. What he wanted to do to her, however, was not something that angels did.
Moving off the wall onto his feet, Don unhooked his robe. Once it was unfastened, Kate pushed it off his shoulders, causing it to drop to the ground to join her clothing. She eagerly gripped his underwear and dragged them off his hips as well. Now, with both of them naked, Kate pressed herself fully against her brother, and they kissed hotly, their tongues intertwining.
Don's hands roamed his sister's body, settling comfortably onto her ass. Kate moaned at his touch. She was grinding her hips against him, making sure his cock was fully hard and ready for her. It was then that Don decided to do something unique. He broke their kissing, and he stared into her eyes for a long moment. Then, taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and started to chant.
Kate didn't know what her brother was doing, but she trusted him, and that was all that mattered. Soon, she felt her feet leave the ground. She looked down to see the castle falling away quickly. They were levitating upward at a very fast pace. Don continued his chant until they were several thousand feet above the ground. When he stopped chanting, he opened his eyes. Looking down, they were above some clouds, and actually could not see the castle below. Looking up, the moon and the stars shone as brightly as ever. Don floated downward, settling into a position that looked for all the world like he was sitting on a cloud.
Kate let go of her brother as she unfolded her wings. She floated away from him slightly and did a pirouette. Don sighed to look at his beautiful, naked sister, bathed in moonlight.
Soon, she returned to him. Her eyes were now locked on the object of her desire: his erect cock. She floated downward until she was lying against the cloud. Her hand reached out and softly took her brother's dick into its gentle grasp. As she jacked him, her tongue snaked out and licked along his length, paying special attention to his balls, as well.
Finally, when she felt he was ready, she moved her mouth to the head of his prick. She pressed her lips against his dick, and then very slowly parted them. Don grunted in pleasure as Kate's lips slowly slid over the skin of his cock, sending shivers from his toes to his head and back. Her hand was still stroking him, and her other hand began to fondle his balls. As her mouth made its way past the head of his dick and onto the shaft, he knew he couldn't last too long.
Kate took him in until he reached the back of her throat, and then she began to move her head up and down, sucking on him as her hands did their pleasant dance. Don was grunting in joy and trying his best to hold back, but he just couldn't do it. Finally, he gave his sister a warning groan, and then he blasted his cum deep into her throat. Kate swallowed and continued sucking until every last drop of cum had been pulled from Don's dick. She swirled her tongue around the head of his dick to clean it off, and then she gently let it out of her mouth. She moved up against her brother, hugging him and pressing her body against him, letting him know how hot for him she was.
Don held his sister for a few long moments, but then he pushed her slightly away from himself, and upward. He moved her so that his mouth could engage her nipple. Kate sighed and shuddered as she felt his lips cupping her breast, his tongue flitting across her nipple. His other hand worked at her other tit, caressing and massaging the flesh there. Kate was moaning now, lost in pleasure.
After a while, Don pushed Katie up even farther, trailing wet kisses across her abdomen. Kate moaned in anticipation of what was coming. Don's mouth soon found its target, and his tongue slipped out, pressing against her wet pussy lips, soaked with her love juices. He lapped at her wetness, causing her to writhe and moan above him. His hands moved up to continue playing with her tits, and Kate arched her back, pressing her breasts into his palms, her nipples on fire with arousal.
As Don continued his work, Kate began to cry out in her ecstasy. She was fully engulfed in pleasure now, and she wanted nothing more than for her brother to fill her cunt with his dick. She twisted and thrashed above him until she could take no more.
"Donny, fuck me, please!" she cried out. Realizing she was more than ready for him, Don eased his sister downward. His cock was once again rock-hard, and he was eager to have her warm, velvety tightness wrapped around it.
Kate slid down her brother's body as he slid up hers. They met in the middle, and they were now standing in the midst of the cloud, the vapors enveloping them, hiding them from sight. The pair barely noticed the wet world surrounding them as they held each other. Their lips pressed together and their tongues danced as their hands caressed each other's body.
Kate parted her legs and lifted them, her magic wings keeping her from falling. She wrapped her legs around Don's waist, and pressed herself to him. She broke their kiss as she maneuvered herself so that Don's cock was pressed to her waiting hole.
Don looked into his sister's eyes and saw a deep, abiding need. He smiled at her, and then used his hands to gently push her down onto his cock. Kate growled in pleasure as she felt herself being filled up by his manhood. Don kept pressing in slowly until he was buried in her pussy. Once they were fully joined, Kate wrapped her arms around Don's neck and pressed herself fully against him, her lips seeking and finding his, and their tongues once again beginning their sensuous dance.
Don began to move inside his sister, making small thrusts at first. Kate moaned into his mouth, awash in the pleasant sensations her brother was causing inside her. He continued to slide in and out of her as he rotated their bodies, ending up with her beneath him. As they fucked, they floated amidst the cloud, bobbing and weaving, their cries of joy muffled by the moist air, their bodies soaked from cloud moisture and sweat.
The pair had established a fast rhythm, and they were both in high spirits as their bodies moved together. They moved in perfect sync, speeding up and slowing down as one, extending their pleasure for as long as they could.
Suddenly, Kate broke their kiss. She pushed herself away from her brother, slipping off of him. He looked at her in dismay, until she turned around and bent herself over.
"Do me this way," she said hungrily. In less than a second, he was with her, and his cock was once again slipping gently inside of her. Once he felt her wetness around him again, he started to thrust into her. He reached forward and took her tits in hand, kneading the wonderful flesh there. Kate moaned and mewled, her cries growing louder as she became more and more aroused.
Don slammed into her harder and harder, sensing that they were both close to their orgasm. He very gently pinched his sister's nipples, and he felt the shudders begin in her body. Her back arched, thrusting her tits more firmly against his hands. She made not a sound, but it was clear that she was lost in the throes of her climax.
Kate's pussy gripped Don's prick deliciously, and it was impossible for him to control himself any longer. He slammed into her one last time, burying his prick as deeply as possible, and fired his load deep into her. He continued blasting his load, and was so overcome by the feelings of bliss that he temporarily blacked out.
When Don's eyes opened, he realized Kate was not next to him. He also realized that he was falling, very fast.
Oh shit! he cried to himself. Looking down, he realized he still had time. He was chanting furiously, trying to hold the image in his head.
For her part, it had taken Kate a second to realize her brother was no longer with her. She looked around frantically, and then flew out of the cloud. Looking down, she saw him falling, and plunged downward to try to reach him.
They were only three hundred feet above the ground when Don's chanting managed to engage the spell, and his body slowed to a halt. Kate had tried to stop his fall, but her magic was only strong enough to allow her to fly, not to carry someone else.
With both of them gasping for air, they hugged tightly, slowly floating in the direction of the ground, and the castle. They kissed passionately and eagerly, wanting to reaffirm their devotion to each other.
When they finally broke their kiss, and they were mere feet above the balcony floor, Don looked at his sister and said, "Well, I guess now I've really fallen for you, Katie."
She giggled and hugged him, her head on his shoulder. "I love you, Donny."
"I love you, too."
After breakfast the next morning, Kate was up, flying with her eagle friend. The two soared together, wheeling and turning in the sky, as if they were playing an unspoken game of tag. The eagle kept close to Kate, but not so close that they might collide. For her part, Kate was thankful to this creature for teaching her, in its own way, how to fully control her flight. She rode a thermal up above the castle, and giggled when she thought about the previous night.
Her attention was focused on her memory, and so she didn't hear anything out of the ordinary. It took her several moments, in fact, to realize that her eagle friend was not with her anymore. She turned her head to look for him, and that's when she saw it, but by then it was far too late.
"Concentrate, Annabelle!" Gaphnia said. She was attempting to stand, but needed a cane to do so. It would take a few more days for her body to fully recover its strength. She still had not stood in front of Iamor; she didn't feel the need for that confrontation yet.
"I am concentrating!" Annabelle growled back. Don, who had kept out of their session to this point, took Annie's hand and squeezed it. She took a moment to glance at him, and smiled tightly, but was too upset to really show her appreciation.
Gaphnia saw how the two worked together, and envied both of them. She didn't have anyone to care for her, and that was lonely, in or out of Zemlia Nov. Annie closed her eyes again, and began the chant. She could feel the energy in her mind, and she continued to chant as she opened her eyes. She stared fixedly at the ingot of iron before her, and, as she continued her chant, it began to change before her eyes. Sweat popped out on her brow as she continued, watching as the unshaped bar took on the form of a hammer. Finally, she stopped her chant.
"Very good, Annabelle!" Gaphnia exclaimed, praising Annie for her work. Don gave her a hug, and Gaphnia knew that was higher praise in Annie's mind, but she didn't mind being one-upped.
"God, that's hard work."
"It grows easier with time," Gaphnia assured her. "You've done well, I..." Gaphnia's voice was cut off by a loud scream.
"That was Katie!" Don cried, and was off in a flash toward the sound, the others behind him.
Everyone had heard the scream, and Gill came running, with Susan close behind, both of them carrying their weapons. As Don rounded the corner, his breath caught in his throat. Flying through the air was a large, red dragon. The horns on its head curved up, and then forward. Its eyes glinted a deep red. Its leathery wings were fully outstretched, and its tail whipped from side to side.
Don saw the sharp claws on his forelimbs, and saw blood on one of them. That worried him, because he couldn't yet see Kate. Gill grabbed his shoulder and pointed. Lying in the pasture, crumpled on the ground, was a body. Don's worst nightmares flashed through his head as he ran to her.
Bending down, he could tell she was still alive. He rolled her over, and saw that she was, just barely, conscious.
"Donny, it hurts," she moaned. He looked at the horrendous gash on her side, and it nearly made him sick. He set that aside, however, as he placed his hands on the wound and began to chant. In moments, he'd closed the wound. It would hurt for several days, however, and she needed time to fully recover. He picked her up and carried her back to the castle, setting her down near some shrubbery.
"Don't move, Kate. I've got to go... deal with this guy." Kill the cocksucker, was the thought that ran through his head.
Don turned to join the others, and they all stared up at the huge dragon flying in circles over the castle.
"What the fuck's he waiting for?" Gill wanted to know.
"Hell if I know," Don responded.
"I think he's waiting to see Iamor," Gaphnia opined.
"Yeah? Well, I'm not." Don raised his hands and began his chant. He released the ball of fire up at the dragon. The dragon dodged it, but it wasn't that easy. The magic fireball turned and chased him like a guided missile. The dragon finally got hit in the tail, and he roared in rage.
"Who do you think you are, boy?" the creature screamed. "You think you can challenge Dan-Gelmer? I am more powerful than you will ever hope to be!" The creature flew down, and it was clear he was about to let loose with a ball of flame. Susan had an arrow strung, and let it fly. The creature was too intent on his attack, and so was struck by the arrow, which stuck into his chest, but not deeply enough to do serious damage.
It was, however, enough to infuriate Dan-Gelmer. He shrieked in anger and pain. The dragon wheeled, and soared higher into the sky. Then he dove straight at the group, ready to take them out. Don chanted a spell that should shield them all, but it was clear that the dragon would probably break through it. Gaphnia wished she could help, but she was too weak from trying to regenerate her body over the last day.
Dan-Gelmer impacted Don's shield, and kept coming, though slower. The dragon pushed through it, and everyone except Don started to run. Annie turned to see Don still standing there, trying to fight off the dragon's attack. If Dan-Gelmer penetrated the shield, he would land right on top of Don.
She saw the dragon breaking through. Her mind raced, and she knew her magic would do nothing. She couldn't run fast enough to make it to Don in time. Her world seemed to stop as she watched the scene, seemingly in slow motion.
Her hands rose of their own accord and, chanting no spell, she leveled a blast of energy at the dragon. She watched it impact, and she saw the dragon's reaction to it. She let loose with another shot, and then another. It drove the dragon sideways, and when he hit the ground, he missed Don by all of five feet.
Don, realizing he'd just missed becoming a mage-burger, ran to join his friends. When he reached Annie, he hugged her.
"Thanks, I owe you one," he said, and then kissed her quickly. They turned to see that Dan-Gelmer had risen from his crumpled position, and he was facing them now.
"You dare challenge me? First you ease my dear brother's suffering, and now you have the nerve to defy the Great and Glorious Dan-Gelmer?" The dragon's voice boomed across the meadow.
"His brother?" Gill asked. Don shrugged.
"I will kill you all!" The dragon screamed, and then raced forward. Don had never thought such a large animal could move so quickly on the ground. Annie pulled her sword, and saw that Gill already had his out. Susan was stringing another arrow onto her bow.
Don readied another spell, but the dragon was upon them too quickly. Gill's blade flashed against the animal's front talons, and then Annie joined in. Gill managed to slip inside, and found his mark, slashing at the creature's wrist. Dan-Gelmer, shrieking in rage, flicked his other hand and sent Annie flying.
Don saw what was going to happen, and he quickly changed his spell. He caught Annie, and lowered her gently to the ground before she crashed into the castle wall. He let her take a breather as he turned back to the dragon. He leveled several fireballs at the creature, but they were too small to be of real damage to the beast.
Dan-Gelmer stalked toward them. Susan let loose another arrow, but, though it stuck, it had little effect. It was then that Don got an idea.
"Susan, string one of your smaller arrowheads." She nodded at him, and reached for her regular hunting arrows. Stringing it, she took aim.
Don started to chant furiously, and as he did, he nodded to her. When the arrow left her bow, it was trailed by a neon blue streak of light. The arrow impacted the dragon's side, and went fully inside. The dragon roared in pain, and it was clear the wound was deep and burning.
"Another one, Susan!" Don cried. Quickly, she strung another arrow. Again she loosed it, and again it was followed by a magical trail of light. This one impacted on the dragon's shoulder, and buried itself in bone.
Dan-Gelmer shrieked in agony and fury. He rose high into the air before looking back down at them. "Do not think you have won, humans! I am not finished with you!" With that, the animal wheeled in the sky and flew off to the east.
"Yes!" Gill cried. They were all in good spirits. Don went over and gave Susan a hug. She accepted that, now, with surprising good grace.
"Great job, Susan," Don said. She blushed at his praise, and said nothing. He then hugged Annie.
"I guess we're back to being even," she said with a smile. They kissed warmly, but briefly.
"You got lucky," a voice said behind them. They all turned to see Iamor. "Do you think that really hurt him all that much? You are puny to him."
Don noticed that, all of a sudden, Iamor's speech pattern was far clearer, and completely devoid of the strange quirks of before.
"And where the fuck were you? We could have used your help!" Don shot back hotly.
"It wasn't me he was after, now was it?" Iamor spat. "What is it about you, that you think you can dictate to others what we must do? I do not live by your rules."
"No, you live by your own, which are basically whatever is in your self-interest."
"I do not need to be lectured by someone who hasn't even lived a quarter of a century yet. I make my own rules, and I live the way I damn well please!" Turning on Gaphnia, he said, "So, I see you have finally beaten my spell. Don't worry, I'll put it back soon."
"No, you won't," Don shot. "Because you're not strong enough to fight her, and you damn well know it." Gaphnia looked at him gratefully for the support.
Iamor wheeled on him, "I am the strongest magician in Zemlia Nov, boy!"
"Maybe, maybe not," Don said, glaring at the man, making sure Iamor realized that Don was a full foot taller than him. Iamor stared back up at him, his eyes flashing in anger.
"I want you out of this castle before day's end, or we will see which of us is the strongest. And do not return."
"Why the fuck would I want to, you self-centered, egotistical little brat?" Don snarled.
"Leave, boy, before you wind up dead."
"We'll leave, but I want you to know something, Ia-less," Don said, intentionally making fun of the man's name, "you might be the most practiced magician here. You might even be the strongest. But you will never be the best. Your sister will always be better than you, because she has a heart."
Iamor stalked away, fuming, without another word.
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