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So when he happened to get his hands on a dusty old scroll in a traveling merchant's stock and decipher the text upon it almost as if it were a second language to him, he wasn't surprised. The merchant was surprised to find a small portion of one of his wheels melted away by magical acid, but that was besides the point - and nothing a few crocodile tears couldn't get him out of trouble for.\n\nSince then, his curiosity had never been more piqued. He had sought out anything and everything he could find on the arcane and the finer arts of Wizardy, eating it all up like a starving man at a banquet. It didn't take long for him to run what little the town had to it's name dry, however, and now, the old wizard on the outskirts was his best chance to find more.\n\nHe'd done his research, of course. He always did. And where someone like this was concerned, there was always rumors floating around...\n\nThe young tiefling looked himself over one more time. On the surface, at least, he was clad in an unassuming brown robe, the sort of standard fare one might expect on a young student of the magical arts. As for what was underneath that... well, suffice to say that the old wizard had a reputation for wandering eyes where young boys were concerned. And if genetics had been cruel to Melisandrius on the side of strength, it had been kind to his form.\n\nHe raised a hand to knock on the door, before smirking to himself and drawing a glyph in the air. The sound of a knocking door echoed loudly into the tower's depths. He stood there a while, smugly examining his own fingernails, before wondering what was taking the old dolt so long, when he looked up. He wasn't outside anymore.\n\nLooking around, he was stood in a candlelit library of some sorts, and he picked up the slight scent in the air of recently cast magic. Others said he was crazy for claiming he could 'smell' it, but to him, it always smelt slightly of ozone, like hot tin, right after a spell went off.\n\nLooking ahead of him, he saw a figure hunched over an old wooden desk. The tome open on the surface sent a tingle up his spine - even from here, he could make out arcane sigils and markings. If he had any doubts before, he knew he had to get into this old fart's good books now, one way or the other...\n\n\"What do you want?\"\n\nMelisandrius cleared his throat. \"Greetings, old sage. My name is Melisandrius. I come before you today with a simple proposition; to accept the position of your Apprentice, that I might learn all you have to teach of the magical arts.\"\n\n\"No, thank you. Goodbye.\"\n\nThe old man raised a hand and traced a sigil. Melisandrius had expected this - the old man was a notorious loner. As his fingers drew the symbol in the air, Melisandrius' drew their own, and as he was about to complete the spell, it fizzled in the air.\n\nThe old wizards hand wavered, fingers twirling in the air as if expecting something else to happen. He turned around, staring at the space where the spell had been.\n\nIn spite of his advanced age, he wasn't horribly unattractive. A likely poor diet had kept him on the skinnier side, and though the multitude lines and crows feet made it clear he was no spring chicken, he still had most of his hair and an almost acceptably groomed beard. Far from the wizened old prune Melisandrius had expected to find, anyway.\n\n\"...that was a 4th circle spell. How on earth did you..?\n\nMelisandrius smiled a smug smile and waved a hand dismissively. \"Your proclivity for solitude precedes you, sir. I expected to face a degree of contest in winning you over today, and I came prepared for a number of eventualities. Teleporting me back out was the most likely first barrier.\"\n\nThe old wizard stared at him, hand lowering to the arm of his swiveling desk chair. Melisandrius peeked an eye open, and noted how long the old man's gaze lingered on his lithe young form - even covered in this unassuming robe as it was.\n\n\"What did you say your name was again, boy?\" He queried.\n\n\"Melisandrius, sir mage.\"\n\n\"Melisandrius, eh? Bit of a mouthful isn’t it? Don’t have a nickname from any of your little friends?\"\n\n\"I don’t have any 'little friends' to begin with, sir. Nor any family to speak of. I've always been sufficient company for myself.\"\n\nThe wizard huffed and waved a hand dismissively and half turned back to his book.\n\n\"Oh for heaven’s sake, I'm not taking on apprentices to begin with, let alone poorly disguised charity cases. That little trick with the counter-spell was amusing but I really think you're wasting my time, now.\"\n\n\"You won't even let me plead my case, sir?\" asked the Tiefling.\n\nThe old wizard sighed and tipped his head back before turning around again.\n\n\"Fine, let's hear it. What makes you so outstandingly special that of all the would be leeches on my time and expertise, you should be the one I agree to suffer for longer than a short conversation?\"\n\nMelisandrius smirked subtly. Bait cast - now to reel it in, as they say. Well, as he assumed they say. It sounded like the sort of thing someone would say, anyway.\n\n\"Aside from having a highly advanced grasp of the Arcane for a child such as myself - significantly decreasing the amount of tutelage you would need to undergo to bring me 'up to your standards', as it were - I am more than willing and able to attend to your household chores as well.\"\n\nNoting no immediate dissent, he continued. \n\n\"I can clean, I can tidy, I can organize your... \"system\" you have going on in here to something significantly less chaotic... I can even cook, after a fashion. Which I'm sure will be a sight better than Conjury nutrients.\"\n\nThe wizard looked around his study come library as the cocky little tiefling none too subtly took jabs at his living situation. He did let things slip, certainly, and a hand would make things easier...\n\n\"Lysander.\"\n\n\"Sir?\" Melisandrius queried. \n\n\"My name is Lysander. Like yourself, unless you have been remiss in detail - which would not be a desirable trait in an apprentice - I have no family name, having long since cast it aside. You weren't remiss, were you?\n\nTime to dial up the schmooze and reel this old lech in, Melisandrius thought to himself.\n\n\"Oh no, sir Lysander. I've nobody to speak of - no family to miss me nor sorry for my whereabouts. No friends to come knocking at your tower asking if I can come out to play. Why, aside from any chores that require a visit to the town proper, I would have little cause to ever leave, if you preferred it as such...\"\n\nAs he spoke, the tiefling took a stance he'd been practicing in the mirror for some days now. He let his shoulders hang limp, one hand clutched gently to his chest just below the nape of his neck. The other hung loose at his side as he cocked his legs and tilted his hips, swinging it lazily back behind himself. The robe did just as he hoped, hitching on the angle of his wide hip bones and accentuating his lower half rather expertly. As he looked up at Lysander from a gaze turned slightly floor-wards, he could see the nervousness in the old man's eyes as they flickered this way and that.\n\nLysander coughed awkwardly, dragging his steely stare away from the young boy's shapely waist.\n\n\"Anything, ah, anything else? I can get a house maid for a copper a day, and I don't have to teach them anything.\"\n\nMelisandrius could tell he was winning - but it was clear the old man was going to make him work for this. So be it, he grinned to himself. \n\n\"Anything else, sir? Why, whatever else could a boy like I offer such a powerful wizard as yourself besides what my body can provide...?\"\n\nAs he spoke, the tiefling lifted his hips on one side, putting his weight on the other leg, and looked up at the old wizard through half-cast eyes with one hand clutching his other arm softly – playing up the ‘coy, shy, innocent submissive’ type as convincingly as he could.\n\nLysander shifted in his seat and coughed again. Melisandrius smirked slightly.\n\n\"Unless... you hoped for more than a simple chore boy, sir..?\"\n\nAs he spoke, he relaxed his shoulders again, and the too-large robe slipped off the reddish brown skin. It tumbled halfway down his shirtless torso before coming to a halt, bundled between his arms and chest just above his waistline.\n\nLysander stammered and coughed.\n\n\"Well I uh, I'm sure you don't-\"\n\n\"Oh but I do, sir. The rumors around town about you are plentiful, if you know where to listen in. How you've never taken a wife, nor even a husband. How you stare so fondly at... certain inhabitants of the village, or let a caring hand, healing magics flowing through it, linger a moment longer than might be proper on a young boy’s mending wounds...\"\n\nThe old wizard coughed loudly, the barest hint of a blush on his cheeks from embarrassment.\n\n\"I-I'm sure I don't know what you, uh, what you mean...\"\n\nMelisandrius grinned a closed lip grin from cheek to cheek as he tilted his head to the side, parted his arms from his body and twisted his waist in just the right way... and heard the quiet gasp over the flump of falling fabric.\n\nHe turned his head to glance at Lysander. The old perverts gaze was transfixed on the sight before him, as the young Tiefling stood there before him in no more than he wore on the day he was born.\n\nHe stepped closer, pointed tail flicking behind him.\n\n\"Take me as your apprentice, sir mage... and you will find a ready outlet for your nasty little perversion. No more need to lust in secret over the village boys - no, you can lust openly over me instead. And all I ask in return is your training in the Arcane arts.\"\n\nLysander stammered and coughed again, gripping the arms of his chair and laughing nervously.\n\n\"I d-dont know what you're on about, boy! Hah, I'm not some, ah, some deviant pervert now!\"\n\n\"You're not? Then look away, sir. For even a second. Take those eyes off my smooth skin... my slender chest... or my big, round bottom. None of which you've yet to stop trying to stare at all at once, i note.\" He sneered, planting a hand firmly on his right hip as he stood there, bare naked and barely a foot from the old wizard.\n\n\"Besides, if you're not the lustful old boy-fucker the townsfolk claim you are, then are you just hiding a wand in your undergarments?\"\n\nMelisandrius snickered and nodded at the mage’s lap as he spoke. Lysander glanced down and then quickly back up from the prominent tent in his robe.\n\n\"L-look boy, you have no idea what you're saying here. This isn't some, some silly grown up game of play-fighting, this is serious. This is... its...\"\n\n\"Sex?\" Melisandrius interrupted. \"I'm not a fool, Master. I'm better read than half the adults in this town. And I know what I'm saying, quite clearly in fact. But if I must spell it out for you...\"\n\nHe reached out, and placed his hand over the lump in the mages robe. It was warm, and hard to the touch. Much as he expected, but still... a little exciting, all the same. Lysander leaptin his seat slightly, knuckles white as he gripped the arms of the chair.\n\n\"You teach me all you know. You let me read from any book or scroll I fancy, practice any magics I'm able to, and in exchange...\"\n\nHe rubbed his hand swiftly yet firmly down the tubular bulge, feeling it throb up under his hand.\n\n\"You get to live out your filthy little fantasies and fuck my tight, young little body.\"\n\nLysander sat in silence and stared at this aggressive little deviant, cursing his own rigidly firm erection for refusing to pretend he wasn't into every part of this.\n\nMelisandrius sighed at his lack of response and tilted his head.\n\n\"Fine. You need proof? A demonstration, perhaps? So be it.\"\n\nBefore the old wizard could even begin to dispute it, Melisandrius had dropped genteelly to his knees on the cold stone floor. A slender little hand slipped under his robe and up his hirsute leg, reaching up and over and rim of the chair until five slim digits found and curled around his cocks stiff shaft.\n\n\"Hm, practically a wand after all, I see.\" Melisandrius quipped. Dirty talk was supposed to be a big part of all this nonsense around adults, and if that's what it took, it would be worth it.\n\nLysander groaned slightly as that delicate, dainty hand, fingers just barely able to meet on the other side of the shaft, rubbed slowly down his erection. He didn't fight back as the young tiefling hiked up his robe over his thighs and fished his throbbing member out into the open air.\n\n\"Oh, and don't worry, master. No matter how deep or depraved your needs might be... nobody else will ever know. Just you and I...\" the boy cooed.\n\nMelisandrius felt his heart beating heavy in his chest as his pulse raced. In spite of his cool external display, he was a bundle of nerves on the inside. As his hand stroked slowly along the stiff, warm flesh, he mentally referred back to all of the books he'd read about this. He had never done anything of the sort in person before, and could only hope the reference material was accurate...\n\nLysander groaned quietly, his head tilted back, hands nervously massaging the arms of his chair. For all the deviant, dirty thoughts he had suffered with all these years, he never dreamed a boy like Melisandrius would indulge his perversions.\n\n\"Do you like this, master? Or shall I kiss it for you as well?\" He asked. It certainly looked like kissing in those illustrated novels, anyway...\n\n\"P-please... gods, please do...\" the old mage quavered, licking his nerve-dried lips damp again.\n\nMelisandrius shuffled closer, sitting between Lysander's knees as he angled the stiff length of flesh towards his face. His button nose scrunched up slightly at the smell that accompanied it - not unclean by any means, but a thick, slightly rich odor like no other.\n\nHe smirked to himself at how easily the old mage had bowed to being called 'master'. It was, in part, an psychological low-blow on the tieflings part - get him used to the idea of Melisandrius being subservient to him so that when this depraved act was over and done with, he'd already be thinking of it as the norm...\n\nThe tieflings red skinned lips parted, and he brought his head in closer. With but a moments hesitation, his hand stroking down to the base of Lysanders veiny pole, he tipped forwards and pressed his mouth against it. Lysander groaned loudly, biting his lower lip. So easy, chuckled Melisandrius to himself. Now came the next step in those diagrams...\n\nThe old mage whimpered under his breath as the tiefling boys soft, warm lips slowly pushed forwards down his cock. As the tip slipped against his tongue, he gasped, and as those smooth little lips slowly sank down his rigid member, he groaned again. This was everything he had dreamt of... so smooth, so soft, so warm and tender...\n\nHe looked down, seeing that red skinned, chubby-cheeked face wrapped around his twitching cock. He had to hold back... this had to last as long as it could. He bit his lip again and whimpered quietly.\n\nThe boys mouth slid down to the halfway point on his cock before he gagged, and Lysander jumped in his seat slightly.\n\n\"C-careful, don't... don't push too far...\" he panted, reaching out a hand to stroke the boys cheek softly. \"This is... you're doing wonderfully, boy. You don't have to... to fit the rest.\"\n\nMelisandrius pulled back slightly, coughing a little. Thank the gods he said that... the girls in those printings made it look so much easier. He had to admit, though, the taste was growing on him...\n\nHe slid his head slowly back up the old man's twitching erection, his hand stroking along the bottom half as his head bobbed slowly along the top half. He listened to the old mage's plaintive groaning, wondering idly to himself how long this actually took.\n\nIt was then that he realized he was sporting an erection of his own, and his free hand drifted to it. As his fingers brushed against it, it twitched, and a little shiver of delight ran through him. Was he making his master feel like that, too? No wonder he sounded so happy...\n\nWet slurps and suckles rolled quietly throughout the dimly lit study as the tiefling boys head bobbed in the mages lap, his tongue rubbing against the pulsing flesh, tracing over the veiny meat as the taste became less strange and more... desirable. \n\nLysander grunted, his breathing coming faster and heavier now. He placed a hand on the boys shoulder and squeezed softly, looking down at him.\n\n\"Y-you.. you may.. want to stop, you're going to... to make me...\"\n\n\nMelisandrius huffed and slid his mouth off the mages cock, his hand continuing to pump along its length as he scowled up at the old man.\n\n\"Whatever it is, master, I can handle it. I can handle any challenge you can throw at me. Don't underestimate me-\"\n\n\"Ghk-!\"\n\nLysander grunted louder, jerking forward in his chair as he grabbed the back of the boys head and pushed it back against his vigorously pulsing cock. Melisandrius went wide eyed, quickly parting his lips to take the old man's meat once more. No sooner had that fleshy length plunged back into his mouth than the old man groaned louder than ever.\n\nHe wondered for a moment what on earth was wrong with him, before it happened - his cheeks suddenly swelled and his mouth filled with a thick, hot, salty goop that just kept coming as the mage climaxed in his mouth. 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Maybe he could use an apprentice after all...","writing_bbcode_parsed":"The old stone tower hung heavy over the hillside, it's very architecture a baffling demonstration of magic's power of the laws of physics. By all accounts, it should fall over at the slightest breeze, yet here it stood, bowed stone and bent structure standing strong.
Melisandrius huffed a sigh of discontentment to himself as he eyed it up. The old wizard who lived here was the only one for miles around, but even with the lack of choice, it was said he had a plentiful collection - books, scrolls, tomes, grimoires, and every other kind of magical knickknack an inquisitive young mage could hope to find.
Though he was barely 12 summers old, Melisandrius was ahead of his peers in several aspects - his intellect not least of all, a fact he relished in reminding others of. So when he happened to get his hands on a dusty old scroll in a traveling merchant's stock and decipher the text upon it almost as if it were a second language to him, he wasn't surprised. The merchant was surprised to find a small portion of one of his wheels melted away by magical acid, but that was besides the point - and nothing a few crocodile tears couldn't get him out of trouble for.
Since then, his curiosity had never been more piqued. He had sought out anything and everything he could find on the arcane and the finer arts of Wizardy, eating it all up like a starving man at a banquet. It didn't take long for him to run what little the town had to it's name dry, however, and now, the old wizard on the outskirts was his best chance to find more.
He'd done his research, of course. He always did. And where someone like this was concerned, there was always rumors floating around...
The young tiefling looked himself over one more time. On the surface, at least, he was clad in an unassuming brown robe, the sort of standard fare one might expect on a young student of the magical arts. As for what was underneath that... well, suffice to say that the old wizard had a reputation for wandering eyes where young boys were concerned. And if genetics had been cruel to Melisandrius on the side of strength, it had been kind to his form.
He raised a hand to knock on the door, before smirking to himself and drawing a glyph in the air. The sound of a knocking door echoed loudly into the tower's depths. He stood there a while, smugly examining his own fingernails, before wondering what was taking the old dolt so long, when he looked up. He wasn't outside anymore.
Looking around, he was stood in a candlelit library of some sorts, and he picked up the slight scent in the air of recently cast magic. Others said he was crazy for claiming he could 'smell' it, but to him, it always smelt slightly of ozone, like hot tin, right after a spell went off.
Looking ahead of him, he saw a figure hunched over an old wooden desk. The tome open on the surface sent a tingle up his spine - even from here, he could make out arcane sigils and markings. If he had any doubts before, he knew he had to get into this old fart's good books now, one way or the other...
"What do you want?"
Melisandrius cleared his throat. "Greetings, old sage. My name is Melisandrius. I come before you today with a simple proposition; to accept the position of your Apprentice, that I might learn all you have to teach of the magical arts."
"No, thank you. Goodbye."
The old man raised a hand and traced a sigil. Melisandrius had expected this - the old man was a notorious loner. As his fingers drew the symbol in the air, Melisandrius' drew their own, and as he was about to complete the spell, it fizzled in the air.
The old wizards hand wavered, fingers twirling in the air as if expecting something else to happen. He turned around, staring at the space where the spell had been.
In spite of his advanced age, he wasn't horribly unattractive. A likely poor diet had kept him on the skinnier side, and though the multitude lines and crows feet made it clear he was no spring chicken, he still had most of his hair and an almost acceptably groomed beard. Far from the wizened old prune Melisandrius had expected to find, anyway.
"...that was a 4th circle spell. How on earth did you..?
Melisandrius smiled a smug smile and waved a hand dismissively. "Your proclivity for solitude precedes you, sir. I expected to face a degree of contest in winning you over today, and I came prepared for a number of eventualities. Teleporting me back out was the most likely first barrier."
The old wizard stared at him, hand lowering to the arm of his swiveling desk chair. Melisandrius peeked an eye open, and noted how long the old man's gaze lingered on his lithe young form - even covered in this unassuming robe as it was.
"What did you say your name was again, boy?" He queried.
"Melisandrius, sir mage."
"Melisandrius, eh? Bit of a mouthful isn’t it? Don’t have a nickname from any of your little friends?"
"I don’t have any 'little friends' to begin with, sir. Nor any family to speak of. I've always been sufficient company for myself."
The wizard huffed and waved a hand dismissively and half turned back to his book.
"Oh for heaven’s sake, I'm not taking on apprentices to begin with, let alone poorly disguised charity cases. That little trick with the counter-spell was amusing but I really think you're wasting my time, now."
"You won't even let me plead my case, sir?" asked the Tiefling.
The old wizard sighed and tipped his head back before turning around again.
"Fine, let's hear it. What makes you so outstandingly special that of all the would be leeches on my time and expertise, you should be the one I agree to suffer for longer than a short conversation?"
Melisandrius smirked subtly. Bait cast - now to reel it in, as they say. Well, as he assumed they say. It sounded like the sort of thing someone would say, anyway.
"Aside from having a highly advanced grasp of the Arcane for a child such as myself - significantly decreasing the amount of tutelage you would need to undergo to bring me 'up to your standards', as it were - I am more than willing and able to attend to your household chores as well."
Noting no immediate dissent, he continued.
"I can clean, I can tidy, I can organize your... "system" you have going on in here to something significantly less chaotic... I can even cook, after a fashion. Which I'm sure will be a sight better than Conjury nutrients."
The wizard looked around his study come library as the cocky little tiefling none too subtly took jabs at his living situation. He did let things slip, certainly, and a hand would make things easier...
"Lysander."
"Sir?" Melisandrius queried.
"My name is Lysander. Like yourself, unless you have been remiss in detail - which would not be a desirable trait in an apprentice - I have no family name, having long since cast it aside. You weren't remiss, were you?
Time to dial up the schmooze and reel this old lech in, Melisandrius thought to himself.
"Oh no, sir Lysander. I've nobody to speak of - no family to miss me nor sorry for my whereabouts. No friends to come knocking at your tower asking if I can come out to play. Why, aside from any chores that require a visit to the town proper, I would have little cause to ever leave, if you preferred it as such..."
As he spoke, the tiefling took a stance he'd been practicing in the mirror for some days now. He let his shoulders hang limp, one hand clutched gently to his chest just below the nape of his neck. The other hung loose at his side as he cocked his legs and tilted his hips, swinging it lazily back behind himself. The robe did just as he hoped, hitching on the angle of his wide hip bones and accentuating his lower half rather expertly. As he looked up at Lysander from a gaze turned slightly floor-wards, he could see the nervousness in the old man's eyes as they flickered this way and that.
Lysander coughed awkwardly, dragging his steely stare away from the young boy's shapely waist.
"Anything, ah, anything else? I can get a house maid for a copper a day, and I don't have to teach them anything."
Melisandrius could tell he was winning - but it was clear the old man was going to make him work for this. So be it, he grinned to himself.
"Anything else, sir? Why, whatever else could a boy like I offer such a powerful wizard as yourself besides what my body can provide...?"
As he spoke, the tiefling lifted his hips on one side, putting his weight on the other leg, and looked up at the old wizard through half-cast eyes with one hand clutching his other arm softly – playing up the ‘coy, shy, innocent submissive’ type as convincingly as he could.
Lysander shifted in his seat and coughed again. Melisandrius smirked slightly.
"Unless... you hoped for more than a simple chore boy, sir..?"
As he spoke, he relaxed his shoulders again, and the too-large robe slipped off the reddish brown skin. It tumbled halfway down his shirtless torso before coming to a halt, bundled between his arms and chest just above his waistline.
Lysander stammered and coughed.
"Well I uh, I'm sure you don't-"
"Oh but I do, sir. The rumors around town about you are plentiful, if you know where to listen in. How you've never taken a wife, nor even a husband. How you stare so fondly at... certain inhabitants of the village, or let a caring hand, healing magics flowing through it, linger a moment longer than might be proper on a young boy’s mending wounds..."
The old wizard coughed loudly, the barest hint of a blush on his cheeks from embarrassment.
"I-I'm sure I don't know what you, uh, what you mean..."
Melisandrius grinned a closed lip grin from cheek to cheek as he tilted his head to the side, parted his arms from his body and twisted his waist in just the right way... and heard the quiet gasp over the flump of falling fabric.
He turned his head to glance at Lysander. The old perverts gaze was transfixed on the sight before him, as the young Tiefling stood there before him in no more than he wore on the day he was born.
He stepped closer, pointed tail flicking behind him.
"Take me as your apprentice, sir mage... and you will find a ready outlet for your nasty little perversion. No more need to lust in secret over the village boys - no, you can lust openly over me instead. And all I ask in return is your training in the Arcane arts."
Lysander stammered and coughed again, gripping the arms of his chair and laughing nervously.
"I d-dont know what you're on about, boy! Hah, I'm not some, ah, some deviant pervert now!"
"You're not? Then look away, sir. For even a second. Take those eyes off my smooth skin... my slender chest... or my big, round bottom. None of which you've yet to stop trying to stare at all at once, i note." He sneered, planting a hand firmly on his right hip as he stood there, bare naked and barely a foot from the old wizard.
"Besides, if you're not the lustful old boy-fucker the townsfolk claim you are, then are you just hiding a wand in your undergarments?"
Melisandrius snickered and nodded at the mage’s lap as he spoke. Lysander glanced down and then quickly back up from the prominent tent in his robe.
"L-look boy, you have no idea what you're saying here. This isn't some, some silly grown up game of play-fighting, this is serious. This is... its..."
"Sex?" Melisandrius interrupted. "I'm not a fool, Master. I'm better read than half the adults in this town. And I know what I'm saying, quite clearly in fact. But if I must spell it out for you..."
He reached out, and placed his hand over the lump in the mages robe. It was warm, and hard to the touch. Much as he expected, but still... a little exciting, all the same. Lysander leaptin his seat slightly, knuckles white as he gripped the arms of the chair.
"You teach me all you know. You let me read from any book or scroll I fancy, practice any magics I'm able to, and in exchange..."
He rubbed his hand swiftly yet firmly down the tubular bulge, feeling it throb up under his hand.
"You get to live out your filthy little fantasies and fuck my tight, young little body."
Lysander sat in silence and stared at this aggressive little deviant, cursing his own rigidly firm erection for refusing to pretend he wasn't into every part of this.
Melisandrius sighed at his lack of response and tilted his head.
"Fine. You need proof? A demonstration, perhaps? So be it."
Before the old wizard could even begin to dispute it, Melisandrius had dropped genteelly to his knees on the cold stone floor. A slender little hand slipped under his robe and up his hirsute leg, reaching up and over and rim of the chair until five slim digits found and curled around his cocks stiff shaft.
"Hm, practically a wand after all, I see." Melisandrius quipped. Dirty talk was supposed to be a big part of all this nonsense around adults, and if that's what it took, it would be worth it.
Lysander groaned slightly as that delicate, dainty hand, fingers just barely able to meet on the other side of the shaft, rubbed slowly down his erection. He didn't fight back as the young tiefling hiked up his robe over his thighs and fished his throbbing member out into the open air.
"Oh, and don't worry, master. No matter how deep or depraved your needs might be... nobody else will ever know. Just you and I..." the boy cooed.
Melisandrius felt his heart beating heavy in his chest as his pulse raced. In spite of his cool external display, he was a bundle of nerves on the inside. As his hand stroked slowly along the stiff, warm flesh, he mentally referred back to all of the books he'd read about this. He had never done anything of the sort in person before, and could only hope the reference material was accurate...
Lysander groaned quietly, his head tilted back, hands nervously massaging the arms of his chair. For all the deviant, dirty thoughts he had suffered with all these years, he never dreamed a boy like Melisandrius would indulge his perversions.
"Do you like this, master? Or shall I kiss it for you as well?" He asked. It certainly looked like kissing in those illustrated novels, anyway...
"P-please... gods, please do..." the old mage quavered, licking his nerve-dried lips damp again.
Melisandrius shuffled closer, sitting between Lysander's knees as he angled the stiff length of flesh towards his face. His button nose scrunched up slightly at the smell that accompanied it - not unclean by any means, but a thick, slightly rich odor like no other.
He smirked to himself at how easily the old mage had bowed to being called 'master'. It was, in part, an psychological low-blow on the tieflings part - get him used to the idea of Melisandrius being subservient to him so that when this depraved act was over and done with, he'd already be thinking of it as the norm...
The tieflings red skinned lips parted, and he brought his head in closer. With but a moments hesitation, his hand stroking down to the base of Lysanders veiny pole, he tipped forwards and pressed his mouth against it. Lysander groaned loudly, biting his lower lip. So easy, chuckled Melisandrius to himself. Now came the next step in those diagrams...
The old mage whimpered under his breath as the tiefling boys soft, warm lips slowly pushed forwards down his cock. As the tip slipped against his tongue, he gasped, and as those smooth little lips slowly sank down his rigid member, he groaned again. This was everything he had dreamt of... so smooth, so soft, so warm and tender...
He looked down, seeing that red skinned, chubby-cheeked face wrapped around his twitching cock. He had to hold back... this had to last as long as it could. He bit his lip again and whimpered quietly.
The boys mouth slid down to the halfway point on his cock before he gagged, and Lysander jumped in his seat slightly.
"C-careful, don't... don't push too far..." he panted, reaching out a hand to stroke the boys cheek softly. "This is... you're doing wonderfully, boy. You don't have to... to fit the rest."
Melisandrius pulled back slightly, coughing a little. Thank the gods he said that... the girls in those printings made it look so much easier. He had to admit, though, the taste was growing on him...
He slid his head slowly back up the old man's twitching erection, his hand stroking along the bottom half as his head bobbed slowly along the top half. He listened to the old mage's plaintive groaning, wondering idly to himself how long this actually took.
It was then that he realized he was sporting an erection of his own, and his free hand drifted to it. As his fingers brushed against it, it twitched, and a little shiver of delight ran through him. Was he making his master feel like that, too? No wonder he sounded so happy...
Wet slurps and suckles rolled quietly throughout the dimly lit study as the tiefling boys head bobbed in the mages lap, his tongue rubbing against the pulsing flesh, tracing over the veiny meat as the taste became less strange and more... desirable.
Lysander grunted, his breathing coming faster and heavier now. He placed a hand on the boys shoulder and squeezed softly, looking down at him.
"Y-you.. you may.. want to stop, you're going to... to make me..."
Melisandrius huffed and slid his mouth off the mages cock, his hand continuing to pump along its length as he scowled up at the old man.
"Whatever it is, master, I can handle it. I can handle any challenge you can throw at me. Don't underestimate me-"
"Ghk-!"
Lysander grunted louder, jerking forward in his chair as he grabbed the back of the boys head and pushed it back against his vigorously pulsing cock. Melisandrius went wide eyed, quickly parting his lips to take the old man's meat once more. No sooner had that fleshy length plunged back into his mouth than the old man groaned louder than ever.
He wondered for a moment what on earth was wrong with him, before it happened - his cheeks suddenly swelled and his mouth filled with a thick, hot, salty goop that just kept coming as the mage climaxed in his mouth. He coughed at first, but he was a boy of his word - any challenge. He swallowed. He sealed his lips tighter around the wizards shaft. More thick goo pumped over his tongue and stained his teeth. Again he swallowed. And again. And again.
After what seemed like ages, the mage fell back in his chair, panting heavily, and Melisandrius felt like he could finally breathe. He pulled his mouth away, remarking as a thick trickle of the salty fluid dribbled down his chin, a sticky string hanging between his mouth and the wizards twitching tip.
After a moments confusion, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, swallowing once more to clear his maw of the weird fluid, and glared up at the wizard with one raised brow.
"Any. Challenge." He stated firmly.
Lysander gasped, panting for breath as he stared down at the boys cum-stained chin and his own saliva sodden length. Maybe he could use an apprentice after all...","pools_count":2,"title":"Earning His Place","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"image/png","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"263","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}