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Old World Magic Ch. 01

By: rhev



"You will have to die." I stared at the man across from me. "Make no mistake, I mean exactly what I said. If you're going to do this," he pointed a finger at my chest, "Will die. Your wife will weep, your siblings will mourn your passing, and the world will know that Michael Gray is dead."

I paused and had no response. Not right away. I needed to think about how it was that I'd gotten to this point. I was never sure where to start any story. Something always came before the point you wanted to start, and something always came before that. There really was no beginning, just a whole series of middles.

- - -

I suppose for me the story started when I was a child. I always had a very active imagination. Part of me always knew that the world was magical. Fairy tales, ghosts, magic, heck even Santa Claus, these things weren't myth, they were reality. Don't confuse my imagination with gullibility. I was very bright and understood reality. I just didn't accept it. I always felt that there was more to life than the 'real world' as everyone accepted it.

So I guess that's why even that day in early June, I was ready to believe in magic. I was a few weeks from my thirty ninth birthday and my wife and I were at a family reunion. My mother's family was Italian heritage and the family reunions for that side of the family were always boisterous and wild affairs. You could never keep track of all the new family members that would show up every year, and so it was no surprise when I met the young man in his early twenties who introduced himself as Adam Saks. 

Adam was a little evasive as to who's son he was or exactly who's relation he was, but at our reunions everyone was family. Plus he'd brought two hug pans of lasagna for the pot luck table that was absolutely fantastic. The keg of beer he brought didn't hurt his acceptance either. So we just all accepted that he was some distant relation and let it go at that. 

Adam was a generally likable guy and while he didn't talk much, was a hell of a listener. Once he admitted he was an amateur magician, all the younger cousins clustered around him and watched him make coins appear from behind their ears, and all manner of card tricks and slight of hand. But it wasn't till late at night that Adam approached me specifically. 

I'd chatted with him earlier, but this conversation was different. He asked me a lot of personal questions. Talked about how I was dealing with losing my job earlier that year. Being a teacher for several years, long enough to have tenure, I thought I'd be safe from the economic downturn lately. But even tenure couldn't help when your entire position was cut. As we drank beer, he got more and more personal. The fact that my wife and I hadn't been able to have kids of our own was a sore subject, but somehow I didn't mind talking about it with him.

Finally, well after dark and as most extended family members were packing up their cars and leaving the park where we had the reunion, he admitted something to me. "I'm a wizard you know Mike," he told me in all seriousness. "I have real magic, not just card tricks."

For some odd reason, I believed him. I always felt like magic was real, why couldn't this young man be a wizard? I shrugged my shoulders, something about him just screamed at me that he was being completely honest. "So, what, like you have a magic wand or throw fireballs or make rabbits actually appear out of hats?"

Adam chuckled at me, "No magic wands Mike, though I could create fire or a rabbit if I wanted. But that's a lot more crass than I normally like. I choose much more subtle magic, maybe you'd be more comfortable thinking of me as a psychic or a mentalist?"

I smiled, even though I believed him, this sounded like a bit of a dodge. Cold reading people could often give results that seemed like magic. But somehow he seemed to know what I was thinking. "You aren't sure if you believe me or not, that's understandable. But have you noticed that we've been sitting here talking for an hour and not a single member of our extended family has come up to us to talk to us?"

I looked around. We were under a park pavilion with two dozen picnic benches and tables, but the entire time Adam and I had been talking not one other person had joined us. That might have been forgivable if it weren't for the fact that Adam had brought the quarter keg in it's tub of ice with him over to our table. The lure of beer would have brought people to our table if nothing else. 

In fact, even though it was getting late, most of the other picnic tables were full of people laughing, drinking, and talking. But Adam and I were alone at our table, and more so, no one was even looking in our direction. I could see my wife on the other side of the pavilion talking to a third or fourth cousin of mine who she had made friends with. It was like Adam and I were our own little island of solitude even though we were surrounded by people.

"Huh," I grunted, as I looked around.

"It's because," Adam explained, "I cast a spell on this table. No one even realizes that it's here at the moment. It's not invisible, it's just that they don't see it here. It's in their minds, or I guess I should say it's not in their minds."

The look on my face must have said everything I was thinking because he sighed and pointed towards the baseball diamond nearby. Now that the sun had begun to set the younger kids had vacated it and were off watching DVDs in minivans, playing on their portable game systems, or running around in the large empty grass area of the park. "I'll show you," Adam said, "Get up from the table and walk a few feet away. Then turn around and look for me. I'll stay right here, I'll finish this beer, then meet you at the dugout of the baseball field. If you can see me after you get up from the table, you know I'm a fraud."

He smiled, and I thought he was nuts, but I had to pee anyways and was ready to stretch my legs. I had arthritis set in early and now just a few weeks from 39 I got very stiff and sore if I sat for too long. Plus I should go check in on my wife. Renee had been on her own for the last hour that I'd been talking to Adam, and normally didn't like being left alone that long.

I stood up and walked over to her. She looked at me with an annoyed look on her face that I was getting more and more used to seeing. Our marriage wasn't great, and I thought that my absence for the last hour had annoyed her. Then as I got to her she sighed slightly and I realized that I was wrong. She wasn't upset that I was gone, she was upset that I was here again. 

"Hello dear," I said, "I haven't seen you in a bit, I just wanted to make sure that everything was ok."

She rolled her eyes at me, "Fine, I'm just chatting with your cousin here." Her voice was curt and clipped. It wasn't one that said she really felt like she wanted me about.

I nodded and hiked a thumb over my shoulder, "I've just been chatting with Adam. Just let me know if..." I paused. I had turned to point at Adam and the table where we were sitting, but couldn't see him. The table I'd left moments ago was gone. But it wasn't, was it? I knew right where it should be, but I couldn't see it. There wasn't an open spot, there were just two tables next to each other just like the rest of the rows of tables.

I shook my head, wait a second how was that possible, where was the table with Adam? I tried to count the tables in that row. I knew that there were four rows of picnic tables, with six tables in each one, a few feet apart from each other. I looked at the row where Adam and I had been sitting, one two three four five. Only five tables in that row. But how come it looked correct? My mind started swimming and I felt the way you do if you look at one of those magic eye posters for too long.

I blinked and my wife had already turned back to her conversation with my distant cousin. Wait, I was confused, why couldn't I see the extra table? My eyes crossed and uncrossed as I stared at the spot where I thought I had just been sitting. Slowly a fog seemed to settle on me. I must have been mistaken about the whole thing. There was no table, no quarter keg, no Adam. I must be drunk. Sure, drunk, that was it. Maybe I should go pee.

After coming out of the john I glanced back at the picnic pagoda. I gasped. There WAS a table in that spot. Now there were several people sitting at it, pumping beer out of the quarter keg that had vanished earlier. I looked to my left and saw a bit of movement over at the dugout by the baseball field. Adam said he'd be over there. So I hurried over to him.

Sure enough, he was at the dugout. He was sitting on the bench leaning against the cinder block wall. "I told you," he said. "You couldn't see the table till I left it, could you?"

I nodded, "I wasn't even sure that it existed even though we'd just been sitting there." I admitted.

He smiled and said, "Just like everyone else isn't aware that this dugout exists anymore. I've used magic to make everyone else look elsewhere and forget that wherever I am exists."

I knew what he was saying was true, but I couldn't quite accept it. "But I mean... how... I mean, they really can't see it?"

He laughed, "They see what I want them to see. Like for example you don't see little Maria right now, do you?"

"Who's..." I started to ask, then in the blink of an eye, a woman appeared in front of me. Well, more to the point, in front of Adam. She was one of the distant relatives or the girlfriend of one. I couldn't remember. I'd seen her earlier today she was maybe in her early twenties and built like a brick shit house. Huge tits, broad athletic body, thick muscular thighs and arms and a flat taut stomach that showed rippling abs. Her ass was thick and muscular and I knew all of this as she was kneeling totally nude in front of Adam. Her brown hair was falling around her face as she was vigorously sucking Adam's cock. One hand between her thighs furiously rubbed at her pussy, and I could hear the wet schlicking sound as she slobbered on his dick.

I gasped, "Do you want some privacy?" I stammered. I watched the woman's head bouncing up and down on Adam's lap as she frigged herself. I had a past history of deviancy in my own sexual past, but I was just so startled by 'little' Maria's appearance. How hadn't I noticed her as I was entering the dugout or talking to Adam. The light was dim from the setting sun, it was more than bright enough for me to see even a small tramp stamp tattoo of stars across her back. I could see a small birthmark on her shoulder. I could even see her fingers between her thighs moving back and forth.

Adam shook his head no. "Nah, have a seat, if you try to leave you're going to just turn around and come right back to talk to me.

I was a little annoyed and turned, "I'll talk to you later." I said and turned to walk out of the dugout. I wasn't in the mood for these types of head games.

"So," Adam asked, "do you believe in magic now?"

I turned my head and looked at him. I was sitting down on the bench next to him as Maria worked his cock wetly. Hadn't I just been about to walk away? Why was I sitting down next to him? I nodded my head dully. I accepted that he was a mentalist, a magician, whatever.

"Do you want Maria to suck your cock?" he asked as he twined his fingers in her thick hair. I shook my head no. I never cheated on my wife. We'd had some threesomes, we'd swapped in the past, but we'd never out and out cheated on each other. As I was pushing forty, I wasn't going to start now.

"Don't misunderstand me Mike," he said as he began to push Maria's head down further and further on his cock as she sucked it, "I didn't ask you if you were worried about getting caught. I didn't ask you if you wanted to cheat on your wife. I simply asked if you'd like Maria to suck your cock."

I felt that strange feeling in my mind again, one part fog, and one part as if I was looking at an optical illusion. Then I found myself answering without thinking. "Well yes, of course, I'd love to get my cock sucked." As the words left my lips, I knew them to be true also. I wanted this young woman, almost half my age, to wrap her lips around my cock.

Adam pulled Maria's head from his dick. She was pretty enough, her nose looked like it may had been broken and set poorly at one point in her life. But other than that she had a cute mouth, slick with drool that had coated her pert chin. Her eyes were large and deep brown pools and she had high cheekbones that gave her a pretty heart shaped face. Adam asked her, "Maria, would you like to suck Mike's cock?"

She gasped and wiped the spittle from her chin as she nodded vigorously. Then she stood up and I saw her tight breasts with proud erect nipples. Her muscular body invited my gaze and I looked at the wetness between her thighs, courtesy of her shaved slit, as she walked over to stand in front of me. I fumbled to unzip my pants and quickly hauled out my cock.

I would say that I used to have an impressive cock. At one point when I was in my prime, I was a good eight inches long and quite thick. But all the weight I'd put on over the last decade or two and I barely held six on the best of days. I was still girthy, but never seemed to get fully erect like I used too. Another fuck you from father time. Still as I pulled my flaccid cock out and sucked in my gut a little, Maria looked at my dick as if it were prime rib and she were starving.

She dropped to her knees and attacked my cock with her mouth. I'd been circumcised, but there was still a little foreskin that covered the very back crown of my cock head when hard, and when soft, my head disappeared. She pulled the skin back, exposing my purple helmet, and began licking it like an ice cream cone. I leaned back against the cinder block wall and groaned as I felt the tip of her tongue licking at the slit of my cock. Her other hand began caressing my balls, and for the first time in easily a year or more, I found myself wishing I had shaved my pubes. I wasn't a hairy mess down there, as I kept it trimmed with a beard trimmer, but I knew that the kids now a days all went hairless.

If Maria cared, she didn't show it. She began licking and sucking on my cock as if she couldn't get enough. My dick quickly grew hard under her attention and I have to say it felt fantastic. I hadn't had a blow job in almost a year. My wife gave me one a year, on my birthday, and laughed whenever I suggested she do so more often than that. But this was a lot different than my wife. Maria seemed to be eager, she wanted this. She wasn't just doing this because it was my special day, she was doing it because she really wanted my dick in her mouth. 

She looked up at me, her dark eyes almost seemed to thank me as she sucked my ever hardening cock in her mouth. Then Adam, nude from the waist down and his cock glistening in the early evening light, stood and moved behind Maria. I couldn't help but look. The young man had to be at least nine inches long and thick. I knew that my cock was just under two inches across, and he looked even thicker than me. Perhaps most impressively, his cock was standing up straight and proud. My cock was big, and even in my youth it stood more out than up when I was fully hard.

He tapped Maria's back and she stopped blowing me long enough to stand up. Then bending at the waist she put her hands on my hips. Her forearms resting on my thighs she quickly went back to sucking on my prick as I sat there. Then she moaned as Adam entered her from behind.

Maria's body rocked as Adam fucked her from behind. The blow job I was receiving suffered a little, but I wasn't going to complain. Adam grinned at me and said, "Did you know Maria is a squirter Mike?" I shook my head no but said nothing as the horny woman was getting me closer and closer to my peak.

But Maria lifted her head from my cock just long enough to moan, "No I'm not Adam." before resuming her oral assault on my cock. I could feel her going all the way down to the fatty base of my cock, taking my shaft into her throat as she sucked.

"You are now," Adam said as he gripped her hips and slammed her pussy hard with his monster cock. Then a moment later I felt her lips close down on my cock tightly as her body began to convulse. She moaned around my dick, using my fleshy pole as a gag to keep her screams from crying out too loudly. Then I heard the sound of dripping and looked to the side to see a small torrent of clear girl jizz spraying from her filled cunt onto Adam's balls and legs. From there it dripped audibly to form a puddle on the ground between his feet.

The musky scent of her girl cum was more than I could take. It was heady and unable to hold back anymore, I released. My cock was still buried deep in Maria's throat and I let my spunk fly. She swallowed reflexively and not a drop of my jizz spilled out past her lips. I groaned and my head fell back into the cinder block wall of the dugout as I came and came and came. Far more than I had in a long time.

I felt her lips finally leaving my cock and opened my eyes to see her turning and taking Adam's cock in her mouth. The younger man groaned and then holding her head aimed his cock right at her face. Thick white ropy loads began flying from his cock to glaze her face. Shot after shot of his cum landed on her face. Ten, fifteen, twenty, I lost track of how many times his cock seized up and fired hot spunk on her face. But by the time he was done she looked like she'd been in a bukkake video. Adam had cum as much as three or four men easily, glazing Maria's cute face with his white spunk.

Maria moaned as if she was experiencing small orgasms of her own as she wiped the cum from her eyes. She wiped it from her face and then deposited it directly into her mouth. She even licked her fingers, trying to get every drop of his spunk into her mouth. 

Adam leaned back, against the half wall between the dugout and the empty baseball field and spoke to Maria. "Maria, there's no one in the ladies room right now. You're going to pick up your clothing, walk over to it, clean up, get dressed, and redo your makeup. By the time you leave this dugout, you're going to forget me and mike, and by the time you leave the bathroom, you're going to forget everything that just happened. But you're going to have great sex every time you fuck for the next few weeks. Ok?"

Maria nodded and stood up with a smile on her still cum slicked face. She bent over and retrieved her clothing from a pile before walking out of the dugout nude. Part of me wondered if anyone would see her, but I kind of knew that Adam's powers would cover her till she was decent again. I sat there panting and wondering what all had just happened.

"So," Adam said as he leaned against the half wall and looked at me. "Did you like that? Believe I'm magic now, yes?" I nodded my head and he continued, "There's very rare people that can become magic wielders like me you know, and that's the reason I have been talking to you for the last few hours."

"Me?" I said somewhat confused, "I could use magic like that?" I narrowed my eyes sensing there was a catch, there was always a catch. "What would I have to do?"

"Well," he said slowly, "You'd have to die."

To be continued... 

Old World Magic Ch. 02



Chapter 2 -- istruzione

"I could use magic like that?" I narrowed my eyes sensing there was a catch, there was always a catch. "What would I have to do?"

"Well," Adam said slowly, "You'd have to die." I didn't respond, just sat there, certainly I must have misunderstood him.

"You will have to die." he repeated. "Make no mistake, I mean exactly what I said. If you're going to do this," he pointed a finger at my chest, "Will die. Your wife will weep, your siblings will mourn your passing, and the world will know that Michael Gray is dead."

I paused and had no response. Not right away. What can you say at a point like that? I wasn't even sure what Adam was suggesting. But then he clarified as he retrieved his jeans and pulled them back up. "If you're going to become a magic user, you're going to have to become my apprentice. I'll need several months of your time, maybe a year. You're going to have to leave this ..." He paused and then finished straightening his clothing, something I started doing as well. Then making the 'air quotes' with his fingers, he continued, "LIFE of yours behind. So Michael Gray has to die."

"You mean..." I reasoned out what he was saying, over the shock of the initial words. "You want me to fake my death?" Adam smiled and nodded.

"Yes, it's the only way. Not only will we fake your death, but you're going to move out of this area. Out of the state. You need a break from the life you're living now, completely. Do you understand?"

I nodded numbly. I was simply stunned by all of the things that had happened in the last hour or two. Hell, I would be 39 in just over two weeks. It was the summertime, the sixth of June, 2009. My birthday was on the 22nd. A day that held less and less meaning in my life, but meant I was almost forty. I could understand what Adam was telling me. He wanted to pluck me out of my currently mundane and mildly miserable life and take me away. He wanted to make me a wizard like him. I had so many questions. "But what..." I began.

Adam cut me off with a wave of his hand. Even though this man looked like he was half my age, he had a commanding personality and for some reason I felt like one of my students and he was the teacher cutting me short. "Look," he said as he stood up and stretched. I followed his gaze across the field at where Maria, our recent conquest, was emerging from the woman's bathroom, now fully clothed and cleaned up, as if nothing had happened. "I know you have a million questions, and I can answer some of them, but not here. You are going to come back with me to my hotel in the city. We will have room service send up coffee, and I'll explain as much as I'm ready too at this point."

Now I had to cut in. "Renee and I live in a different part of the state. She and I drove here and I'm sure she's expecting to leave soon for home. I can't go with you to the city. It's an hour in the opposite direction from my home. My wife wouldn't go for that kind of thing."

Adam chuckled softly, "Don't you remember Mike? You and your wife already talked about this. She's going to drive home by herself and you're going to come with me. I promised I'd have you home by Sunday night."

I shook my head and stood up pacing away from Adam. No, I hadn't talked to my wife about that at all. That conversation never happened. Then I felt that strange fog settle on my brain again. My vision blurred for a fraction of a second. Again it wasn't a feeling I could describe, but the best I could do is when you look at an optical illusion and suddenly the view changes from one thing to another, the vase became two faces. I put a hand out on the edge of the dugout to steady myself.

Oh, yes, I had spoken with my wife about that exact thing, how had I forgotten that? I turned to say something to Adam, but he was grinning. "You remember now don't you?"

I nodded but then my cell phone chirped. I pulled it out and it was a text message from my wife. "Since you're getting home yourself tomorrow, I'm heading out tonight. See you when you get home."

"Ok dear, see you tomorrow, love you." I texted back. She didn't respond. I looked up at Adam. "Wait a second," I said, "When did I tell Renee that? I only just found out that you have answers for me. When would I have had a chance to talk to her?"

His grin widened and he tapped the side of his head, "Mentalist remember?" He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I sort of 'pushed' that thought into your head and your wife's. Saves us both time."

"Is that what that strange feeling was? You were controlling my mind? Is that why I felt so strange a moment ago?" I wasn't sure if I was angry or not, I felt like I should be, but I didn't think I was.

Adam seemed interested, "You felt it? Now that is interesting. People shouldn't be able to feel my suggestions. It should seem natural as if it's their own thoughts." He rubbed his chin for a moment and then muttered, "It must be because you're a latent mage. Interesting..."

I wasn't sure what he was talking about but I climbed out of the dugout of the baseball field into the dim evening light. I squinted into the dim, post sunset light trying to see clearly between the haze of the sodium parking lights and the purple sky. I saw my wife, Renee, loading some things into my SUV, then watched as she pulled out of the parking lot

Adam had followed me out of the dugout and he put a hand on my shoulder, "Let's go Mike, we've a lot to discuss."

- - -

The car ride and subsequent conversation in the hotel room was a whirlwind of fantastic information being fed to me by Adam. For the most part he talked, and I listened. I asked questions and he answered. Then he went into much greater detail about the answers. Sometimes the answers made no sense to me, being too mystical in nature. But I could tell that he was trying to keep them as simple as possible.

Adam and I had driven back to the city and then to a five star hotel. He drove a sleek, year old 2008 Jaguar XJ. The silver luxury automobile had sleek lines and smooth curves, but he mentioned how the 2009 model was much 'sleeker' looking. I'd never ridden in a car this nice and decided not to comment on it, fearing I'd say the wrong thing.

He parked his car in a long term storage garage, and handed the keys to an armed security guard that was working the entrance booth on our way out. From there we caught a cab to the hotel he was staying at. His hotel was a well known chain, five stars, some place fancier then I'd ever stayed. His room was a suite, and I suppose he planned it out, because there was a second bedroom off the main lounge in his suite. He informed me that it was for me, and that there was a few sets of clothing in shopping bags on the bed. I didn't know the names of the stores the bags came from, but something about their logo and the quality of the clothing told me that it was probably quite expensive.

I had changed into a pair of silk pajamas, but kept my cotton boxers on under them. I wasn't really a fan of silk, especially against my nethers. He'd ordered a late supper and two carafes of coffee, then excused himself to his bedroom to make a phone call in private. 

We spent the next few hours talking about magic. Magic had always been a part of our world. Our ancestors knew about it, knew the power of magic, of faith, of the gods. But as our world 'evolved' the practice of magic became more and more deviant. Now most people thought of magic as slight of hand and Las Vegas performers. But magic and it's practitioners still existed in this world, they just had to hide.

"There are two types of magic that we can use," Adam explained to me, "There's obvious magic and subtle magic. Subtle magic is what I prefer, it's the kind of thing that you can't see, that doesn't fly in the face of reality. It's the kind of thing where people would easily dismiss it as their own thoughts or ideas, or chalk the effects up to luck or happenstance. The other type of magic is obvious, and I steer clear of it. Obvious magic is things like making fire out of thin air, or making something levitate."

He demonstrated briefly and held his hand out. A coffee carafe lifted off the serving cart and floated through the air to his open hand. He closed his hand around the handle and refreshed his coffee. He winced slightly and said, "That's obvious magic. But there's a problem with obvious magic. It creates a bigger backlash than subtle magic."

He explained how each magical spell that was cast flew in the face of 'reality' and that the more spells you cast, or the more obvious the spell was, the more 'backlash' the wizard created. He wasn't very clear on what this backlash could do, but it was obvious it wasn't good.

"See," he gestured to the coffee pot, "It wasn't too much backlash to suffer for me to levitate the coffee pot in front of you, because you already accepted that I'm a wizard. You expected me to do something like that. But if I had done that in front of a total stranger out of the blue, it would have hurt."

'Hurt' apparently was a subjective term and also hard for him to quantify, it could have been something as simple as a little muscle cramp, to something worse like a migraine or nose bleed. It got worse too, the more innocent people that witnessed obvious magic, the worse that reality would backlash against the wizard. That's why Adam's magic focused on subtle spells. His easiest and most effective spell, one he used quite a bit, was mind reading.

"It's a lot harder than you might think," he said, "It takes a lot of practice to figure out what the thoughts in a person's head might mean. But the upshot is that it generates almost no backlash. I can read people's thoughts all day long with little to no problems. Likewise if I give gentle 'pushes' to people, it's pretty safe. Subtle suggestions that they could think of as their own thoughts are very easy. For example Maria from earlier, remember?"

I nodded, it had been only a few hours ago since Adam had fucked the muscular hottie while she blew me. Adam explained, "She wasn't related to either of us. She was there with her boyfriend. But he had cheated on her a few months ago and she's been carrying it around ever since. She doesn't want to break up with him, but she has been holding it against him silently. She's been looking for an excuse to fuck around on him. So it was a very simple suggestion that I put in her head, 'come to the dugout with this guy and chat.' Then once we were alone, another simple suggestion, 'I want to suck this guy's dick.' Bam, these were things that she might have thought on her own anyways. I just gave her a slight push in that direction."

He explained that giving everyone else around a reason to look away from our table, or stay away from the dugout, were much tougher. But that he was well trained and prepared for those things. Likewise implanting memories in both my wife and my head were a bit difficult, but still manageable. I asked if there were limits to his magic, and it drew a huge laugh from him. 

"Let me ask you this Mike," he said. "Can you drive a car?" I nodded, wondering where he was going. "Can you drive a motorcycle?" Again I answered in the affirmative. "So then you must be able to drive a semi, right? You must be able to operate a bulldozer, fly a helicopter, pilot a space ship?"

I laughed, noticing how late the evening had gotten, but answered, "No of course not. I can't even drive a stick shift. What's that got to do with magic though?"

"Because magic is a skill like driving. I can read minds, implant suggestions, I can even do a few other things. But I can't do everything that you might think because I don't have the skill to do so. I know a man that can turn lead into gold, but I don't have the slightest clue how to do it. Nor, to be honest, do I have any interest in that sort of thing. My talents lay elsewhere. Some mages prefer to learn a lot of varied talents, I choose to hone a few specific craft to a razor's edge of perfection."

"Other mages you say?" I asked stifling a yawn as it dawned on me how late into the night it had gotten. "There's more like you out there?" It seemed a silly question, but I was getting tired.

Adam nodded, "Yes hundreds if not thousands of mages across the globe. Some very weak, some far more skilled and powerful then I am. Some languish in obscurity, using their ability only to mildly enhance their mundane lives, others use their power to craft vast fortunes or power. I've had quite a bit of financial success in Nevada."

I must have made a face that warranted further explanation because he smiled, "I own one of the larger more successful brothels there. It's my... home base... as it were. Brings in quite a bit of profit too let me tell you. Over the last twenty years I've amassed a fortune greater than almost any other point in my life, and almost all of it with no magic use. Money, in this country at least, seems to be the greatest form of magic."

"Wait a second," I said pointing at him, "Over the last twenty years? You don't look like you're a day over twenty five. How old are you?"

He ran a hand over his mouth and paused. "I knew that you'd get to that question eventually. Your mother's father's mother, you know her maiden name?"

I nodded, of course I did. We just came from a family gathering with hundreds and hundreds of distant relations who all traced their lineage back a few generations. Most people didn't have the last name Sacchetti anymore. My great grandmother was the last in my personal history to have it, but then she married a man named Gespechii. Later, my mother married my father and took his last name, Gray. "Why?" I asked narrowing my eyes.

Because my full name, with title, the name I held before I had to fake my death, is Conte Adamo Franchiso Sacchetti di'Tuscana. I was born almost a hundred and forty years ago, in 1869. Then when my mage powers erupted in 1890, I faked my death for the first time. I left behind four sons and two daughters. One of my sons had a son who came to America. That man, my grandson, had several children of his own. One of which was your great grandmother, Antonia Sacchetti, before she married Paulo Gespechii.

I squinted my eyes, this young man was telling me that he was not just a distant relation? He held out his hand and counted off on his fingers as he said, "Yes Mike, I'm actually your great great great great grandfather."

"I suppose it would be ridiculous of me to disbelieve you after everything else that I've swallowed so far today?" I asked. This time it was his turn to nod silently. "So," I said after a pause, "Why do you look so young? You don't look a day over a hundred and twenty five." I tried to joke, and bless him, he laughed.

"Well one of the other mage powers that is quite useful is the ability to hmmmm... how would you say this... craft flesh I suppose? It's not one of my personal talents. But I have a trusted friend who I've known for many years who's an artist at it. She can shave years off a person's body, roll back the clock, and what we're going to do for you... give that person a whole new face and body if they need it."

I was impressed. I also figured that was part of how I'd have to start a new life after I faked my death. But I still wasn't 100% sold on the idea. As I pondered it I let out another huge yawn. He smiled and held out the coffee carafe to me and I held out my cup as he poured. "How are you not tired?" I asked looking at the clock, "It's after three in the morning."

Adam's eyes lit up. "Ahh, an excellent question Mike," he leaned forwards in his chair to answer. "I explained how reality is going to fight you and that part of magic is learning how to avoid the backlash that comes from changing reality. But there's two other components to magic; mana and balance. I'll explain balance to you later, but mana is of vital import for any mage."

He poured some more coffee in his own mug then continued, "Mana is what I call it, though some people call it Chi, primal energy, or even that Lucas fellow was close when he talked about the 'force' in his movies. See, mana is the mystical energy that allows a mage to alter reality. He draws this mana into himself and shapes it, thereby reshaping this world. The more powerful a spell is, and the more obvious it is, the more mana it takes to use. As a mage, we can draw in and store a certain amount of mana for our own use at any given time. The more powerful the mage, the more mana he can store."

"What do you mean by store?" I asked as I sipped my black coffee, blowing on it to cool it so it didn't burn my tongue.

Adam pondered for a moment, his lips pursing as he thought of an analogy. "Imagine that you have a garden full of flowers and vegetables. So do all of your neighbors up and down your block. Now, if you never water that garden, and only trust in faith that enough rain will fall to keep your garden wet enough, what will your garden look like at the end of the season?"

"Probably not the greatest," I admitted.

He nodded and gestured to the coffee carafe, "Now say that your neighbor has this coffee carafe, and leaves it out every time it rains. Once it's full, he can use that water in the carafe to water his plants on days when there is no rain, right?" I nodded and he continued, "But now say that you've got another neighbor who has not just a carafe, but also a fifty five gallon drum. When it rains it fills his drum, and from that he can take water to quench his plants whenever he likes, with little worry that he'll run out. Now in this scenario who's going to have the best garden?"

"Obviously the man with the drum of water. He's got the most potential to water his garden when it's needed." I said granting the point. "I get it I guess, if mana is the 'fuel' for magic, whoever has the largest reservoir is the most powerful?"

Adam shrugged and bobbled his head, "Not exactly. Certainly the ability to store more mana means that you have more power at your fingertips at any given moment. But there's also the first factor of reality to consider, and also balance. But before I get into that, let me answer your original question. You asked why I wasn't tired. Well, to continue our analogy, I have not a carafe, nor do I have a fifty five gallon drum. My personal reservoir of mana is more akin to an above ground swimming pool."

He chuckled slightly and sipped his coffee. "Every night when I go to sleep, a little bit of mana trickles back into that pool. But the flip side is that I can drain the pool to stave off the effects of sleep if I want. The longest I stayed up for without feeling any ill effects was four and a half days. But the drain on the mana is exponential, and by the end of that time I was pretty much powerless. So it's not a trick to be used carelessly."

"So you regain your mana when you sleep?" I asked.

He nodded, "Among other things. Every mage has at least one alternate way of gaining power. Some gain extra mana when they eat a good meal, some when they make others laugh, and I've even heard of a select few mages who gain mana when they taste blood."

I raised an eyebrow, he wasn't telling me something. He chuckled, "As for me, I find that sexual encounters increase my mana greatly. It's one of the reasons I own a brothel. Having my workshop in the basement of the brothel is... invigorating. To continue the analogy, it's like having a garden hose that's almost always trickling water, feeding into my swimming pool."

I couldn't help myself. I openly laughed at this. "So," I asked, wiping a tear from the corner of one eye after I stopped laughing, "You're trying to tell me that you quite literally have a magical cock?"

He laughed and nodded, "I suppose in a way..."

We both laughed for a few moments at how ridiculous the statement was. But then he grew slightly more serious. "But yes, my magic is often fueled by my sexual encounters. In addition I can draw from sexual energy that is in close proximity to me. That's why working under a brothel provides me with quite a bit of mana. A large amount more than just normal rest. But of course, nothing really charges my batteries as it were then getting in there and mixing it up with a partner... or two."




Old World Magic Ch. 02



"And when you double team a woman with a relative?" I asked, thinking about the encounter with Maria earlier.

"For me," he said slowly, "That's the equivalent of maybe dumping a gallon jug or two. It helps, but I've definitely expended more than I've gained lately. Luckily I've planned ahead." Just then there was a knock at the door to the hotel suite. Adam smiled, "Ahhh the timing couldn't have been better. That's my 'refresher' now. Don't worry I thought of you as well."

I watched as he crossed to the door. He opened it and a rather muscular black man entered the hotel suite. He looked around and then held out one hand. Adam pulled out a wad of cash and began counting off bills into the man's hand. With a deep voice the man said, "If the girls aren't down in the lobby in two hours I'll be back up, and quite unhappy."

Adam waved the man away as if it didn't matter. "Right they'll be down in less than four hours don't worry."

The man blinked, almost as if confused for a moment and then nodded, "Right, if they aren't down in the lobby in four hours I'll be back." His fist closed around the stack of bills that Adam put into his hand. He turned and passed back out into the hallway and three young women came into the hotel room.

I turned to take in the view of the three young ladies as they came in. I'd never actually paid for sex, never hired a hooker, but something about these three women simply screamed prostitute at me. The first was a solidly built black woman, couldn't have been much past her mid twenties, tall, built like a dancer, with long braided hair that reached down to nearly her mid back. The second a curvy, dusky skinned Latina with shiny black hair that fell around her jawline in a paige boy haircut. The last one was probably the oldest of the three, looking like she was approaching thirty, and trying to hide it under a fair amount of makeup. But other than her age, the third woman may have been the best looking. Bottle blonde hair that was so light it was almost white along with very light skin and bright blue eyes, she had obviously fake breasts and a narrow waist. 

All three wore long coats, and took them off after entering the hotel suite. Beneath they were wearing some of the absolutely sluttiest outfits I'd ever seen. The girls introduced themselves to Adam as they came in. Ebony, the black girl, was wearing white fishnets above what had to be four inch high platform shoes. A faux fur skirt barely covered her ass. Above it she wore two different brassieres, the first one lacy and white, covering a lot of the dark flesh of her tits. The second bra much skimpier but a solid black, seemed designed only to push her cleavage up and out. Between which a pacifier hung on a long lanyard. Her ensemble was completed by the rainbow beads that were strung along the last few inches of every braid of her hair.

The second girl, the Hispanic one introduced herself as Star, and wore a bikini and high heels. The bikini however was covered in rainbow sequins on every inch. She was wearing bright pink lipstick and had a ring piercing the corner of her lip. She also wore beaded bracelets on one arm almost all the way to her elbow. She also had a far off vacant look in her eye that told me she was likely high on something.

The last used the oh so obvious pseudonym of Candy and was the sluttiest of the three. Less raver this one and more straight up whore, she wore a bustier style corset that shoved her silicone augmented tits up to the point where they almost spilled out. I thought that even from across the hotel suite's living room I could see the very tops of dark areola at the edge of the corset. Under the black corset she wore black leather shorts that were cut so high that the crotch was the lowest point. Black fishnet stockings covered her legs as much as I could see under knee high leather boots.

Adam escorted the three girls to the couch and introduced me. He explained that we were going to have a little party. A few minutes later room service had brought up some champagne and other small food. Star quickly found the stereo in the room and put on some club music. It wasn't my style, I had no taste for this electronic techno style. But Star and Ebony seemed to love it and between sips of champagne started dancing around the room. It wasn't long before the clothing started to come off, not surprisingly. 

Candy stayed on the couch next to me and watched as her two friends stripped. "You're not going to dance like your friends?" I asked her quietly as we sat on the couch.

She shook her head, "I don't dance unless I'm at the club." I raised one eyebrow and she explained, "Stripping hon, I don't dance unless I'm getting paid to do it."

I nodded towards Adam, "Didn't he pay you for that?

Candy shook her platinum blonde hair, "Nope, he paid us to fuck." Then with a look at me up and down she said flatly, "I'll show you that."

I paused. I knew where this was going the moment those three walked in the door. But despite having been blown earlier today, I still felt a sense of loyalty to my wife. Was I going to fuck a hooker? This was out and out cheating on her wasn't it?

"I.. uh..." I stammered. Then I felt a wave of dizziness for a moment. I heard Adam's voice, but looking over at him I realized he wasn't talking. I was hearing his voice in my head, 'Mike, you have no reason to consider loyalty. Trust me on this, you should enjoy these women tonight. They are all disease free, and you need the release as much as I want the mana that it would bring.'

I looked over at Adam. I didn't know how to make myself heard to him, but as I opened my mouth I heard him again in my mind, 'You need to trust me. It's vitally important that you go along with this tonight.'

Something about the way he 'said' it to me, something about the tone of his words told me that he knew what he was talking about. That I needed this. I looked at the platinum blonde sitting next to me. I nodded, "Show me then."

She smiled then, and for the first time since she entered she seemed pleased. She stood up moved in front of me. Behind her Ebony and Star were all but nude. Ebony's pacifier bounced around her as she danced. Her platformed shoes kicked off long ago the only other thing she was wearing was a white micro g-string that she'd been wearing under the now discarded faux fur miniskirt and her white fishnets. Star had shed all her clothing, but her arm was still bedecked with the dozen or so beaded bracelets that ran up her arm.

I took all that in as Candy moved to stand in front of me. She unlaced her corset and pulled it away. Her large surgically enhanced tits flopped free as she pulled away the corset and let it fall to the ground. She had lovely tan nipples that stood erect in the midst of large areola easily an inch and a half across. Her stomach was tight with just a bit of fat to it, but you could tell that she tried to stay in shape. She smiled at me and leaned forwards, putting her hands on my knees. I stopped her, "Boots and shorts too." I said in a commanding tone.

Candy nodded and stood back up before unbuttoning the leather shorts and sliding them down. Hooking her thumbs into the waist band of her panties she pulled them down along with her shorts, exposing her shaved slit to me as she did so. Her mound was delicious looking, plump and bulging from beneath her trim tummy. But then she raised one foot and set it on my knee saying, "Get the zipper for me then hon?"

I looked up the length of her leg, the fishnet stockings ending at the midpoint between her leg and the wonderfully smooth vulva that was now exposed from her foot up stance. Her inner labia protruded slightly from the puffy outer lips, and were a little darker than the rest of her creamy skin. The crinkly inner lips were slightly engorged already, and I had the mad desire to taste them. I wanted to feel the soft lips in my mouth and suckle on them. But instead I reached along her ankle and up her calf, finding the zipper on the inside of the boot. Drawing it down and then holding onto the foot of her boot, she pulled her foot free. She repeated it with her other foot, and I tossed both boots aside, leaving the platinum blonde standing before me in only the fishnets.

"Ok?" she asked, hands on her hips. I nodded and she smiled. Then she knelt down on the floor in front of me. Hands on either of my knees she spread my legs slightly and began work the silk pajama pants I was wearing down my legs. She raised one eyebrow at the rather plain cotton boxers beneath and even asked, "Why wouldn't you just wear the silk?" I shrugged and she tugged the boxers down, freeing my slowly stiffening cock.

"My, you're a big one, aren't you?" She said as she took my growing shaft in her hand and began slowly stroking it. I knew that I was maybe a little above average, certainly nothing to brag about, pushing maybe six and a half inches with all the extra belly weight I was carrying. Though I still had a nice girth to my shaft that I felt would compare quite favorably to most men.

In any regard, I chose not to answer the hooker as she bent forwards, taking my cock head into her mouth. I groaned and leaned back, she was drooling copiously and her spittle ran down my shaft as she worked the head of my now fully erect dick. One hand sat at the base of my dick, squeezing it gently as the other cupped and gently played with my balls.

I looked past her to see that Ebony and Star were now laying on the floor, embracing and making out. Adam sat in a chair inches from them, his fingers templed together as he watched the show. The dark skinned Ebony, on top, ground her pussy into the lighter skinned Hispanic woman's thigh. They were moaning and groaning as if they really enjoyed it. Even from here I could see a copious amount of wetness shining on their shaved cunts. Ebony hadn't even removed the micro sized white g-string, but it was so small it was literally riding up into the crack of her slick pussy.

My attention was drawn back to Candy as I felt her mouth leave my dick. She looked up and using the back of her hand, wiped the drool from her lips and chin. She had been certainly giving me a hell of a wet blowjob. "I know what you'd like," she said inching a little closer to me, "What every guy likes."

Then she took her massive tits, double D at least if I was any judge, and wrapped them around my saliva soaked cock. I found myself moaning again as she pressed her firm breasts together around me. Then using both hands she began to work her breasts up and down my shaft, fucking me with her breasts.

I'd had some deviant sex in my life. Before I met my wife I'd done a lot of things, orgies, swinging, a lot. I've even tit fucked quite a few girls in my day, but almost all the time before that it had been me on top of a woman, fucking her tits. This was different, this was like she was actively jerking me off with her generous breasts. It was the first time I ever had a woman aggressively tit fuck me.

When I was younger, I used to be able to fuck all day or night long. But I was rapidly approaching thirty nine years of age. I hadn't been able to maintain a good solid erection in a day after I'd cum in a few years. So I was a little surprised at how hard I was. The load I'd shot down Maria's throat earlier should have been my only good one for the day. But something about the way Candy was working my pole had me as hard as ever. 

As good as the tit job was, I knew that there was no way it was going to get me off. After a few minutes, I reached down and put my hands on Candy's jawline. I tilted her head upwards and looked into her blue eyes. "I thought you were going to show me how you fuck." I said with a smile on my face.

"So I did," she said and she stood up. She turned around and I chuckled at the tramp stamp above her ass, thorny vines wrapped around a red heart. But then she spread her ass cheeks and gave me a good look at her dark asshole. My cock twitched as I thought about penetrating her rear passage, but then her fingers found her labia and stroked them. I saw that her pussy was visibly damp and aroused. Either this woman was genuinely turned on by sucking cock and tit fucking or she was really anticipating the feeling of my thickness in her.

With one hand she spread her crinkly dark labia and then leaned back towards me. One hand gripping my dick, she guided the fat head of my cock between her slick pussy lips. Then she lowered herself down onto my lap. She sucked air in between her teeth slowly as she slid all the way down my shaft. Finally she settled down, her round ass resting fully in my lap, my hardness ensconced fully in her slick passage.

I grunted as she began to swirl her hips, my eyes drawn down to her ass grinding away on my lap. Over Candy's shoulder I saw that the two other girls had moved into a 69 and were busy eating each other's pussies, quite loudly I might add. Adam sat still, simply watching with a smile on his face.

Candy began bucking her hips up and down, sliding up and down on my shaft. I groaned in sheer delight as her slick pussy caressed and stroked me. She was quite wet and her pussy felt so hot on my engorged rod. I closed my eyes and let my head roll back on the couch as I enjoyed the delight of this woman's sexual escapades.

This continued for a while and Candy began talking dirty to me. "Come on baby, give it to me, fill me up. Blast that spunk into my hot pussy." Those types of bawdy things over and over. Strangely enough I felt like I was on the edge, but I couldn't quite get over. I couldn't quite cum. 

I opened my eyes and looked at Adam, "I can't cum," I complained, "Are you doing this?" I thought maybe he was using his magic to keep me from blowing my load in this whore. But he shook his head no, continuing to watch silently. While above me the platinum blonde kept bouncing up and down on my lap, trying to coax my orgasm from my rock hard shaft. Then, leaning forwards and propping herself on my knees she began slamming her ass into my lap faster and faster. Her moans rose and then peaked, and a rush of warm wetness coated my balls and lower abdomen as she came. Her pussy clenched at my dick spasming as her dark asshole throbbed from the force of her orgasm.

"Maybe a change of venue would help?" Adam suggested a moment or two later, then to Ebony he said, "Ebony, why don't you see if you can do something about it?"

The dark skinned woman extracted herself from the sweaty 69 with Star and walked over to where I sat on the couch. She reached out and took Candy's hands and helped the blonde hooker up off my lap. With unsteady legs Candy pulled her dripping slit from my dick and moved to the couch next to me. She flopped down and trembled slightly, "I haven't cum like that in a while hon," she whispered as Ebony moved into position.

Ebony didn't face away from me like Candy had. She moved towards me, placing her knees on the couch on either side of my hips. I felt the fishnet stockings she was wearing between her muscular calves and my thighs as she straddled my lap. She reached down and grabbed my turgid shaft, now coated with Candy's slick girl cum. Her other hand yanked aside the white g-string to the side, it slid between her puffy outer labia and her thigh. She looked at me and growled slightly, a wide grin on her face. Her lips and chin were slick with saliva and Star's girl jizz from their 69. "I'mma fuck you silly big man." she said to me a moment before she slammed her ass down on my lap.

My dick speared her pussy as she slammed downwards. I felt myself bottom out on that initial down thrust and she gasped in mild discomfort, but didn't slow down. She immediately bounced back up before slamming back down again. She was violently fucking herself on my dick, and she seemed to be loving it.

Ebony leaned forwards, her beaded braided hair falling forwards and striking my silk clad chest. With both hands she grabbed my head and her mouth met mine. Her kiss was as aggressive as her fucking. Her tongue assaulting my mouth as she continued to fuck me hard and fast. She tasted of champagne and of pussy. I could taste and smell Star's pussy juice all over her face and lips, and she seemed intent on making sure that I knew who was in control of this ride. She was almost dominating as she aggressively fucked me harder with each thrust.

Her pussy was much tighter then Candy's and her muscles seemed determined to milk my cock of it's milky load. My hands came up to play with her tits, cupping the full C cup breasts that rubbed against my chest. I pinched her dark chocolate nipples and she pulled away from my lips long enough to moan. I could feel my orgasm edging ever closer, but still not striking.

'I can't believe she hasn't cum yet,' I thought to myself. Then a moment later Ebony's eyes flew wide and she slammed herself down on me one last time. Then with her hands on my shoulders, her fingers dug into my flesh and she came. Her orgasm was just as violent as the fucking had been. Her whole body shaking and trembling, her pussy squeezed my cock tightly. I gasped as it almost approached pain how tight her pussy clenched my cock. Then it relaxed and she literally gushed. Her girl cum soaked my cock, the bottom edge of my silk pajama shirt drenched as her pussy gushed hot clear spunk.

"Oh my fucking God Jesus Christ fucking holy fucking shit god fucking damnit..." Ebony's mouth unleashed a torrent of foul language as she shook and rocked on my cock, riding what was undoubtedly a powerful orgasm. Then suddenly she pulled back away from me. Stumbling backwards, clear slime running down her dark thighs from her slit down to her knees. She fell backwards into a chair and curled her knees up to her breasts. Moaning she rocked slightly as my dick was exposed to the cool air again.

Star, the Latina on the ground looked up at me, "I know what you need papi." She said in a voice that was no doubt supposed to be child like. She was probably the youngest of the three, but still was obviously in her twenties. She had been laying on the carpet watching, playing with her pussy. But then she rolled over onto her hands and knees and waved her ass at me. "Come on papi, give little star your dick. Show me who's the boss."

I stood and stripped off the damp silk pajama shirt. I tossed it aside, no longer caring that my slight gut or hairy chest would be seen. I was beyond caring about what these prostitutes thought about my body, only concerned with finally achieving my so long delayed orgasm. I fell to my knees behind her and lined my cock head up with her damp and hairless slit. With a single stroke, I buried myself in her tight pussy. By far she was the tightest of the three girls, and I couldn't get more than halfway in on the first stroke.

"Aiieeeee," she cried, "Vaya a su niña, vaya a su pequeña estrella." Then taking a breath as I began stroking in and out of her wet cunt, deeper with each thrust, she looked back over her shoulder at me and said, "easy papi, easy on your little Star. You're so grande, tan gruesa. Your little Star can't take it all."

The little girl talk didn't do a lot for me, but I knew what she was doing. She was trying to get me off. She was saying things that she hoped would get me to blow my load. That did arouse me, that she was trying, she was trying to get me off. I fucked her faster and faster as she got more and more used to my girth, and I could sense that she was also approaching her peak. I couldn't believe it, I'd been getting sucked off, fucked, or fucking for almost twenty minutes now and I still couldn't achieve my peak.

"You've got to be doing something to me," I said looking up at Adam as I sawed in and out of Star's tight pussy. "I can't quite get there." Adam just silently shook his head and continued to watch, saying nothing.




Old World Magic Ch. 02



"Papi," Star said softly looking back at me, "You.... you..." She was putting on a pretend innocence again, but the effort she was giving it was endearing and arousing. "You can try putting it in my bad place if you want." With that she bit her bottom lip, and I was sold.

I pulled my throbbing cock out of her pussy and lined it up with her tight asshole. My turgid pole was literally dripping with the cum of two previous women and the slickness of Star's pussy, but I was still a little concerned. I stopped, with the fat head of my cock resting against her tight knot. "Is there any lube?" I asked no one in particular.

But before I could get a response, Star bucked her hips backwards into me. My fleshy cock head speared her tight asshole as she pushed backwards onto me. "¡oh, Dios mío, se trata de dividir en dos me!" she yelled out. I prepared to pull out, but she kept pushing backwards onto me. More and more of my cock disappeared into her tight Latin ass. She looked back at me over her shoulder again and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Fuck me papi, split my asshole, I want it so bad."

I could feel my nuts tightening and thought I was finally about to cum. I began fucking her ass more aggressively, my hands holding her hips as I watched half of my cock disappear into her back door. She trembled and I felt her body shake and quake as a powerful orgasm rushed through the little Latina's body.

"So close," I muttered, feeling like every single stroke into her tight asshole would be my last, "So fucking close! Why can't I cum?" I cried out.

Finally Adam spoke, "Is that what you want Mike? Do you want to cum in Star's ass?" I shook my head, imagining what I wanted at that moment but not speaking. But Adam snapped his fingers, "Ebony, Candy, lay down on the rug with your faces together. Star pull yourself from his shaft and join them. All three of you lay with your heads together."

Star pulled her ass off my cock and I stroked it as the three girls quickly scurried to lay down on the carpet with their heads together, only inches from my angry, purple, throbbing cock. I jerked it a few times, aiming it at their faces. Then finally with an explosion behind my eyes, I released.

Thick hot white ropes of my jizz flew from my purple cock head as I jerked madly. It splashed down on Ebony's chocolate skin and broad lips, on Star's cute up turned nose and far too heavy eye make up, and on Candy's pert chin to even fly farther and land between her ample cleavage. I came and I came and I came, roaring my pleasure as I shot my load all over the three girls

Then, in a rush of stars and space and time, the universe exploded and I fell into an infinite void.

To be continued.



Old World Magic Ch. 03



-Author note:

This chapter's a little shorter, and a little disjointed on purpose. Hang in there, the next chapter's quite a bit more weighty, both in the plot and the sex department. :) 

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Chapter 3 -- avvenimento

I never knew darkness until that moment. I thought I'd known what it was to be alone, to be empty, to experience nothingness. But nothing compared to this. The deepest sleep couldn't compare to this. The darkest cave, the quietest night, the stillest moment of my life, none of it compared to the void that was now the entirety of my existence. So empty there was no longer even a sense of my own self. I realized that at all points in my life, there was always my body, my existence, and that was now gone. 

I existed only as a single thought, a spec of dust railing against an infinite nothingness. In that moment, a moment that may have lasted for a few seconds or may have existed for a heartbeat shy of eternity, I knew what infinity was. I knew the void of absolute emptiness.

Then a single sense of something. I felt myself again, but it was a shadow. I was a tenuous specter of myself, a ghost. I heard a noise and thought to turn to see what it was. But I had no body to turn, no eyes to see. I simply had the sense that no longer was I alone in all of existence. Somehow that knowledge was more horrifying then the loneliness, the emptiness, the nothingness, that I had felt a moment or a lifetime before.

The world reformed around me. I couldn't say if it was slowly or quickly, there was no such thing as time. I looked around at where I was and knew that I was not fully here. It was like I had stepped into a movie screen. Everything around me lacked dimension, but I couldn't say how. I saw depth, height, width, but there was something missing.

I blinked, and I realized that I had a body again. Looking down I realized that I was as disconnected to this body as I was to the rest of the 'world' around me. But I seemed confused, I knew this tie I was wearing. It was one given to me by my father a year ago as a gift congratulating me on getting hired to teach at the high school level. I shook my head and knew that couldn't be true. My father had died almost five years ago.

I was in that classroom. My first classroom, my first year teaching at the high school level. Ninteen ninety six, that was the year wasn't it? Not two thousand and nine, I was unemployed in two thousand and nine. I screwed my eyes shut and heard a voice call out to me, "Uh, is everything ok mister Gray?"

I opened my eyes and looked at the class of high school students, mostly juniors, some seniors, one or two sophomores. Intro level psychology, that's what this class was. But even those students weren't right. They were a memory, a reflection, lacking in depth some how. I froze, unable to answer.

Then my body stepped forwards, pulling away from me. I watched as my body looked at the student and in the same empty tone answered, "Yes, sorry, I just lost my place for a moment." I watched a ghostly apparition of my self, almost thirteen years younger, turned and began lecturing to a classroom full of semi real students.

"They are more real in this place then you are Micheal," I heard a voice say. I turned my head and saw my father standing there. But it wasn't my father as he would have looked in this year. It was my father as I remembered him as a child. It was my father as he looked in the seventies. He wore a broad smile and glowed with an inner light that made him seem more real than anything else.

"Is this a dream?" I asked as the ghostly apparition of myself kept droning on quietly to a classroom of specters. "Am I dreaming? What is going on here dad?"

My father shook his head, "I'm sorry Micheal, I'm not your father. I've worn so many forms, so many bodies, I forgot what my own form looked like aeons ago. So you gave me this form in this place."

"What, who are you?" I asked, tuning out the rest of the room.

"I was a man, one of the first magi. My blood runs through yours, of course many times removed. But we are not here to talk about me. We are here because you have started your journey. You have finally taken your first step on the road of becoming." 

I shook my head, not understanding.

"In terms you can understand? You know of the man Plato? He thought that his world was the world of Becoming, moving always closer to the world of Form. This is close enough for your understanding. This place we are now is a world between those two, one of an infinite number. This is the world of Change. From here Mana helps the world of Becoming to change." The magi who was not my father shook his head, "This is only a way of understanding, and not accurate. But it will suffice."

"Why am I here?"

"Avvenimento," he said, smiling. The Italian word for 'becoming' I knew. Then he pointed at the chalk board behind me. I turned, looking. There, written in letters that glowed with a glowing blinding light was written a word, a collection of words, letters, a name. It's hard to describe what it is I saw, but I knew instantly and immediately what it was that I was looking at.

I turned back to the magi, "That's my name, isn't it? My real name, my true name?"

He nodded, answering what I already knew in my heart. "Take it now, travel this world, find some place safe to store it. Keep it secret for knowledge is power, and you're just beginning to walk the road of power. The road of magic. Your friend will help you along your path, he will teach you the ways of magic of the old world."

"Old world magic?" I said remembering how Adam was Italian and more than a hundred years old, "Oh, like Europe? The old world?"

The magi smiled and chuckled, "No, that is most certainly not the old world. Not even close. Now go, take your name from the board and find some place or time to keep it safe in this world."

I nodded, then turned and walked to the chalk board. I touched it, and the glowing light vanished from the board. I took it into myself and felt the warm light move into me. I turned to ask the Magi a question but he was gone. Gone too were the high school students, gone was the ghostly apparition of my old self. The desks were full of people looking at me. Dozens of desks, several dozen,sixty, maybe more. At each desk sat a man or a woman. Almost all the desks were filled by women, but there were a few men interspersed.

I looked, something seemed familiar with these people staring at me, but I couldn't place it immediately. The fact that this class room could never hold this many people did not matter. I looked in the front row, closest to me. A woman with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes looked at me waiting. Some part of me told me I knew her, but I knew not how.

"What is your name?" I asked her.

"Anne-marie, don't you remember me Mike?" she said, her blue eyes fixing me with a piercing gaze. She held out her hand and I took it.

I did remember her. Everything changed.

I was four years old. I heard the sound of the waves crashing on the beach nearby. I looked at the neighbor girl as we hid under neath the wooden deck. She laughed a cute childish giggle, only a few weeks older than me. She whispered so that our parents, on the wooden decking above us couldn't hear. "You show me yours and Ill show you mine."

I was back in the classroom. I let go of her hand. Anne-marie was the first girl, and I do stress that world girl, that I'd ever seen naked. It was completely innocent of course, but it was my earliest experience with the opposite gender. But here she was, a fully grown woman, my age, pushing 40 now. She smiled as I realized who she was. 

It was then I realized who all these people were. They were the various people that I had known growing up that had shaped my sexuality. There was Colin, the boy who at age six had told me all sorts of lies that he made up about sex. He had told me that sex was 'when a man put his peepee in a woman's belly button and peed in it to make a baby in her stomach.'

There was Colin's sister Meghan, who more than a decade later, had been one of my first lovers. I had never peed in her belly button, though I had always joked about it. There was my first high school girlfriend. There the first man I had watched having sex with another woman at a swinging party. There the first girl I thought I'd marry, she dumped me and later became a lesbian. There the first girl that let me fuck her ass. There was the guy who had given me a job in college as a roadie for a local band, which led to me getting more ass then I could ever imagine. Another guy I'd known in high school, he'd died my first year of college, he was practicing auto erotic asphyxiation and had died. There the woman who could only cum if we simulated rape. Here the first girl I'd ever fucked who was a squirter.

Dozens, no, hundreds of people now, all watching me and waiting. People I knew that had died, and were now here, frozen at the age that they had crossed over and left the real world. Then I saw her, I saw Renee. I walked to her desk and reached out to touch her.

It was literally the first night we'd ever met. But we'd been introduced by friends and had been using email and instant messenger to talk for weeks. We had already had phone sex before we ever met face to face, but this was it, this was the first time we were meeting. I'd driven from New York City upstate to meet her in her rural town.

"So," I said, deciding to go for broke. "Should we just fuck now and get it out of the way?" It was a calculated risk. I mean we'd had phone sex at that point, I knew we were going to fuck, but to throw it out there so bluntly under an hour after meeting her... it could backfire.

But Renee nodded her head and stood up from her couch, leading me to her bedroom. The foreplay was very short. She seemed even more eager then I was, tearing at my clothing and using her mouth to practically devour my body. She bit and kissed and sucked, and it was only a matter of minutes before I had pinned her to the bed and slid my erection into her.

She cried out, orgasming only moments into the actual act of fucking. Her pussy was so wet that it literally dripped down her lips as I worked my cock in and out rhythmically. Her wetness coating my balls every time they slapped against her and pooling on the sheets below her ass.

I pushed her legs back, further and further till they were by her shoulders. My arms trapped her there, pressing on either side of her tits and her knees pressing against them. I fucked her hard, allowing the weight of my body to drive my dick down into her deep with every thrust before pulling back most of the way only to repeat my brutal intrusion.

She held her tits and began squeezing her nipples, cumming a second time in very short order. This time I felt a wash of warmth as her already well lubricated cunny juiced even further. She didn't squirt, not that time at least, but it was close as her girl lube flooded her pussy only to be worked into a froth by my plunging cock.

I fucked her for several more minutes and then reached my peak. I could tell she was approaching a third. I tried to hold out as long as I could, but I came just before she did. My cock swelled and then released, blasting hot cum into her already soaked cunt. She literally screamed as a third orgasm rocked her body. Even as I came, I continued fucking her at my hard deep pace. My seed spewing into her as her muscles gripped and sucked at my cock, coaxing even more of my hot spunk into her.

I pulled back and was in the class room again. Not there, too obvious. I turned and bumped into an Asian woman sitting at a desk.

"Zhao," I said, smiling as the Japanese American woman came down the halls towards me. She was a year older, a senior and I was only a junior in this high school. But we were friends. "Zhao, I need to ask you something." I said as I waved at her to come over to me.

We'd been friends for years now. When I first came to this high school, she was a sophomore, but somehow we had become friends. For three years my crazy hormones had fantasized about her, even as I dated other girls, lost my virginity to another. But somehow in the back of my mind, I always had a thing for my friend Zhao.

She came over, her coal black hair shining under the florescent lights with a life of it's own. It was un-stylishly long and straight for the late 80s. But she kept it that way regardless of fashion.

I pulled back, no, not Zhao... the emotions even more than two decades later were still too fresh. That was a rejection that was hard for me to take. The first real rejection I ever delt with that meant anything.

Then I turned and saw her. I really didn't know who she was at first. But then I smiled... one night stand wouldn't even describe this girl. 'A quick fuck in a van parked behind a bar' didn't have a name though. I knew where to hide my name.

- - -

I woke up.

I heard the sounds of women in the heat of passion in the other room. I was laying on the floor of the hotel room suite. I looked around. There was Star's rainbow sequined bikini top. There was Candy's corset. But I was alone in the room.

I was back. I was back in the 'real' world again. This wasn't a vision or a dream, everything felt the way it should. With one exception. I felt a core of heat deep inside my body. It was almost like you might feel if you were outside on a cold day and then drank some hot coffee or hot chocolate. That warmth inside you that changed the very nature of who you were by it's warmth alone. I knew what it was, and I smiled. I knew what that warmth was and what it meant.

It was magic. I was now a mage.

I stood up and saw that Adam was in the bedroom with all three girls. I knew I would be welcome to join them and walked into the bedroom, my cock hardening as I did so.

To be continued. 



Old World Magic Ch. 04



Chapter 4 - Il Tradimento

"Keep em baby," Ebony said to me, handing me the white g-string as the three girls left. I knew that under their long coats they were absolutely drenched in sweat and cum, both Adam and mine, and also their own.

Adam shut the door behind them after giving each of them an extra $500 each. Then he turned to me and looked at the damp g-string that the black hooker had given me. He made a slightly distasteful face and then plucked them from my hand and tossed them in a trash bin.

"So Mike," he asked, "Are you tired anymore?"

I looked to the window where pre-dawn light was now filtering through the drapes. We'd just spent all night talking, then the last several hours fucking three working girls in almost every way I could think of. I hadn't slept in more than twenty four hours, yet, strangely I wasn't tired. It had to do with the fact that I was now a mage, I knew that. I shook my head no, "A little thirsty, but no, not tired. Maybe we should shower and go get breakfast?"

"Go shower, I'll order room service. Then we have somewhere that I need to take you before it gets too much later." 

I nodded and head towards the bathroom to shower as I heard him begin dialing his cell phone. I tried not to shower for too long, eager to eat and find out what was next. But I made sure that every ounce of that stripper / hooker body spray that they used was washed out of my skin and hair. I was after all, married. I had told Renee that I'd be home tonight, and even though it was now obvious to me that our marriage was failing, I didn't want her to know that I'd cheated on her.

It was odd, I thought. I did still love her, but somehow we'd just drifted so far apart in the past few years. We still had sex a few times a month, and it was still pretty good, even at our age. But it almost felt more like living with a friend, a good room mate, and certainly that sense of driving love, passion, seemed to be gone between us.

It might be the fact that she'd never conceived. I'd known going into the relationship that she had difficulties with her fertility, and part of my mind thought that maybe some day drugs or some other form of conception would...

I shook my head clearing those thoughts. I had wanted children at some point, but after years of putting it off, it just became something we didn't think about or talk about any longer. Maybe that was why Renee and I had drifted? Or maybe somehow I always knew that there was more to life, that something would happen to me like had happened last night?

Breakfast was being wheeled in on a cart as I came out of the bathroom toweling off. I hadn't realized that I'd taken that long. I ate voraciously as Adam showered, and drank nearly a full carafe of orange juice by myself. Then went into the bedroom and found some clothing that fit my overweight body well enough. I sighed as I dressed in the obviously fine clothing, this set of clothing probably was worth more than my entire closet. The khaki colored slacks were super fine and despite feeling almost silken in nature, held a sharp crease. The shirt was brand new, but had been prepared for my immediate wear, having none of the usual pins or folds I would have associated with a new shirt. I didn't know if that was the way it came from the store or if it had been laundered. I appreciated that there were a variety of clean undershirts as well. An expensive looking brand of antiperspirant was in the packages as well, a brand I'd never heard of, along with a matching fragrance of cologne. I went easy on the latter and heavy on the former. The silk tie I chose was a basic dark blue tie with a lighter pattern on it. I finished the ensemble with a jacket that matched the khaki colored slacks and a black leather belt. 

I was running fingers through my short hair, when I heard Adam calling from the other room. He was tucking a bagel into his mouth as he gestured towards the door of the hotel. Then stopping he gestured at my feet. "No, you're not wearing those old shoes you had on yesterday. There's new shoes for you under the bed. Hurry, our ride is waiting for us." I ducked back into the bedroom and found several shoe boxes of my size under the bed. Tossing open the first I found a pair of comfortable looking loafers and set my well worn Merells into the box. I slid on the loafers, apparently made by a company named "Crockett & Jones," and was delighted to find that they not only fit nearly perfectly, despite being new, but were very comfortable. I managed to ignore the fact that the name made me think of a popular TV show from the 80s.

Adam was waiting by the door as I came back out, and looked immaculate. I wasn't sure how he'd gotten ready quite so quickly, but followed him as he gestured. "I had to call in a favor to get us this ride, but time is of the essence here Mike. So lets hustle." I allowed him to drag me down the hall, curious why we were in such a rush, it was only just past sun up on a Sunday. Traffic in New York City couldn't be that bad, could it? So I was even more intrigued when we hit the elevator and instead of hitting the L for lobby, he hit a button at the top of the row, "R."

Moments later we were out on the rooftop patio of the hotel and climbing a set of stairs up to a helipad. I quirked one eyebrow at the helicopter on the pad, it's blades chopping the air quite loudly. I followed Adam as he ducked and ran to the helicopter's open door. A man there held the door open and handed Adam and I headsets as we entered the vehicle. He slammed the door and I settled into the bench seats as I set the headgear nervously in place. Moments later my stomach lurched as the helicopter lifted off. I hurried to buckle my safety belt, fumbling with it as the helicopter banked, causing me to slide around.

Thankfully the chopper turned away from the rising sun, heading westward. "Where are we going?" I said loudly, trying to be heard over the helicopter motor and blades.

Adam tapped the side of the headset he was wearing. I saw he was pointing at a little red switch. Then I heard his voice crackle over my own headphones as he said, "Turn them on first." 

I reached up and felt for the switch, flipping it, "Where are we going that we have to make such haste?"

He smiled and answered, "I need to convince you to sever your ties to this life. There's one last thing I think that will convince you to do that."

Just then the helicopter pilot turned around from in front of us and looked back at us. It was a raven haired woman of Asian descent. I wouldn't have known with the formless jumpsuit she was wearing and the full helmet, but as she turned she slid up the goggles on the helmet and I saw her whole face. Her voice crackled over our headsets in a light chirpy voice, "This is your new apprentice, eh Saks?" Adam nodded and the woman looked me up and down pursing her lips, "He's a bit young isn't he?" Adam just shrugged.

I was taken aback by that. This woman looked like she could easily stride through a high school, or at least a university hallway and not look a bit out of place. If she was in her mid twenties, I would have been shocked. But she was calling me young? I would be thirty nine in a few weeks. I cleared my throat and said, "I'm almost twice your age young lady," I said using my best teacher voice. "And shouldn't you be watching where you're flying instead of looking at me?"

She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh before turning forwards. I heard her mutter into the radio though, "More like half my age...." I realized then that odds were good I'd have to learn that not everything was what it seemed in this new magical world I'd been thrust into.

- - -

I'd guessed we were headed back to my home town after the chopper flew away from the heart of NYC. Once we'd cleared the greater metropolitan Manhattan area the chopper turned northwards and continued North West till we landed at the tiny little airport that my rural finger-lakes town had. The flight had taken under ninety minutes, which was amazing considering it would have taken at least twice that time, and easily four or five times a long if there was bad traffic.

Once we set down Adam hurried me out, saying we were running out of time. I wasn't wearing a watch, but checking my cell phone I saw it wasn't even eight am yet. What was he in such a hurry about? One of the crew for the small town local airport came over to us and started saying that we couldn't hold the helipad, it had to stay clear in case Mercy Flight needed it. Adam took one look into the man's eyes and held his gaze for a moment. Then he pulled a few bills from his wallet and said "John's your name right?" The man nodded, "John, I'm going to borrow your car for about an hour. Let me have the keys please and I'll let you have two hundred bucks for your time."

The man seemed slightly confused and Adam held out the bills, "Come on John, you're stuck here at work anyways, make an easy two hundred. Besides you trust me with your car."

John nodded fishing keys out of his pocket and said, "Sure, I trust you with my car after all."

Adam and I quickly walked to the parking lot, leaving the helicopter spinning on the pad behind us. Adam walked through the tiny parking lot, which held maybe two dozen cars total. He thumbed the pad on the key chain until a car beeped, an old Chevy Lumina that was more rust than car. 

We drove in silence to my house, I was starting to get the idea that I was being swept along in the flow of events, and questioning wouldn't do much. So when we pulled up in front of my house, I reached to unbuckle my seat belt. But Adam held up a hand and just pointed at my house. "Have you begun 'hearing' thoughts yet?"

I shook my head. Other then the fact that I hadn't slept at all last night, but felt perfectly fine, I felt no different from yesterday. Adam nodded, "Then just watch, it's almost 8:30."

I was confused by what the time had to do with anything but I sat. We sat for a while watching my house in silence. Then at exactly 8:35 my front door opened. I glared as Mitch, a neighbor from down the block came out of my house. I knew what it meant, but it was reinforced by the fact that my wife, Renee came to the door in her robe and leaned out to kiss Mitch before he took off down the sidewalk towards his house.

Adam put the car in drive and started back towards the airport. I simply asked, "How did you know we'd have to be there at 8:30?"

Adam sighed. "Because he told his wife that he'd be out of town this weekend. He went to a buddies house just to get away from her. But when I told your wife, Renee, that you were coming with me to the city for the night, I knew she'd be calling Mitch to come spend the night. But Mitch's wife took the kids to church, which starts at 8:30 this morning. So I figured he'd wait till his house was empty, then he'd sneak into the house to shower so he could be there when his family came home."

My teeth ground together. There was more to be told, I could feel it. "She's been cheating on you for months," Adam said, and I knew he was telling the truth. "The thing with Mitch got more complicated when you lost your job, and she and he have been checking into hotels on nights when she tells you that she's going out to her friend's house."

We arrived back at the airport and numbly I followed Adam back to the waiting helicopter. I thought about everything in silence for most of the trip, and he let me. I knew that I should be angry. I should feel betrayed and furious over the fact that my wife had been cheating on me. But somehow I didn't. I simply felt numb and uncaring. I think it was the proof that my marriage was dead, and had been for quite some time.

We landed back at the hotel and I didn't speak until we re-entered the hotel room. "I should have known our marriage was over when Renee and I couldn't conceive." I said numbly.

Adam sat down and looked at me. The room stank of sex and stripper body spray still from the last night, a point that reminded me that I had likewise cheated on Renee last night. Adam shrugged his shoulders, "There's a reason why you couldn't you know." He must have seen the look on my face, and continued. "There's something about our blood... I guess we call it our DNA now... something about it that doesn't mesh well with the un-enlightened, with non mages. It's nearly impossible for us to conceive without using our magic to make it happen. Now, for latent mages, mages who have not yet reached enlightenment like you did last night, usually they can bear children. But of course, Renee has her own fertility issues also. Between those two factors, it's not surprising that you and she never conceived."

"So it was my fault that she never got pregnant? It wasn't just her?"

Adam shrugged, "Who's to say? It doesn't matter. If you decide at some point that you want to raise a family, then you can find a body morph mage to help make sure that you can."

I sat down and put my head in my hands. This was it. Less than 12 hours ago Adam had told me that I was a mage. He told me I was going to fake my death and become his apprentice. I thought at first that such a thing was insane, but now, after what I'd seen... what I knew to be true. After the events last night, that I was now a mage, I was now enlightened. I nodded my head, "Ok, faking my death. Tell me what the plan is."

- - -

I woke up from my nap on the hotel room bed and looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was two in the afternoon. I stood and straightened out my clothing which had gotten slightly rumpled during my nap. Adam beat me to the door and opened it, allowing the visitor to enter.

"Hello again," said the short and perky Asian-American looking woman. She came over to me and I saw that she had a short hair style with long dark brown locks that ended at her jawline. My first thought was how pretty she was, then my second was this was the second pretty woman with short hair I'd met in less than twelve hours. I always thought that women should have long hair, disliking any hair that didn't at least reach a woman's shoulders. My third thought just as she reached me and stuck her hand out to shake, was that she had Japanese heritage. I wasn't exactly sure how I knew that for a fact, she had an more oval face and wider eyes then I tended to associate with a Chinese or Korean person. But it was more than that. Somehow I just knew... knew for a fact, that she had been born in Japan.

I reached out to take her hand, "Michael Gray," I said with a smile. 

She opened her mouth to introduce herself, but as our skin made contact, I had a sudden head rush. There is no easy way to describe what it is like to hear someone else's thoughts or read someone's mind. Most people might think it's as simple as listening to them talk, but only in their head. But that's not it at all.

When I was younger, my family had a larger TV, one of the older kind with the big tubes. It looked so good wherever you sat in the living room, as long as you were a few feet away from it. But if you got really close to the screen, the image vanished and all of a sudden you could see individual dots of red, blue, or green. That's what it was like feeling my mind touch this woman's. Her mind was active, and it was like a big TV while there was also a radio playing in the same room, kids were running around arguing about who's toy was whose, and there was someone using a blender in the next room. It was all chaos and completely incomprehensible. To try to focus in on one idea, one thought, one concept that this woman had would have meant trying to block every single thing out except for one little red blip on the TV and ignore everything else. 

It was too much for me.

I fell back, my ears ringing almost as if I had actually been in that chaotic room full of noise. I'd missed what she'd said, but clutched at my head, trying to pull myself together. I knew several things about this woman, too many snippets of information, almost none of which were useable. She liked trying different Miso soup but never thought any compared to what her grandmother made for her as a child. She had a birthmark on the inside of her left thigh just above her knee that she always kept, no matter how many shapes she took. Her hair stylist, Marco, acted gay, but she really thought he was straight. She had just found a missing earring in her dresser yesterday that had been missing for weeks.

All these random things I knew now, but all just totally thrown at me. I tell you that I know these, but it's not the same as knowing a fact. It isn't like reading a fact in a book and then 'knowing' that fact. I knew, capital K, KNEW these things on an intimate level. I didn't just know that she'd found her earring for example... I knew the feel of the carpet as she stood there and opened the dresser drawer. I could feel the cool air of a ceiling fan as I looked into the drawer and the slight surprise of a glint of light on something in her stocking drawer. I remembered the feel of her arm, my arm, I can't tell, brushing past the silk to reach down and pick up the earring. I knew the cool metal in my palm as I bounced it, and I felt the small measure of elation. It was a tiny victory, a minor win, one of millions and millions of those types of victories that humans experience in their life time. I didn't just know that she'd found an earring, I had lived it when she and I touched.

I opened my eyes and the world came back to me, Adam and the woman were standing in front of me. Well, Adam was squatting down looking at me. "Block it out Mike," he said, "Imagine a door, take whatever you just got, and imagine a door closing in between you and that."

I nodded and closed my eyes. I did exactly what he said, imagined a door, the one to a class room. Nothing else, no walls just the door. I imagined how it looked when that door closed. As it shut, suddenly the rush of information stopped. I opened my eyes and all of a sudden everything was back to normal. "I'm sorry," I muttered, unsure of what was the appropriate thing to say. "I didn't catch your name, I got... distracted."

The woman smiled, she had absolutely perfect white teeth, "It's all right, Reina Satô, nice to meet you. I won't shake your hand again." She chuckled letting me know she understood what happened to me. 

Adam peered into my eyes, "I wouldn't expect a sudden manifestation of your powers so quickly after your magical ability erupted. I would have warned you otherwise." Then turning to Reina he said, "He should be okay to touch now that he knows the trick of blocking out any stray thoughts." Then standing and looking at me again he nodded towards Reina, "Try it again, shake her hand, but keep that image of a closed door in your mind."

I slowly extended my hand towards the lovely woman and she took it. I felt a sense of her then, a slight pressure for lack of a better term. It was almost as if I could feel a desire to open the mental door I'd closed in my head and let her in... or maybe let myself into her mind. It was all very new to me. She pulled on my hand, pulling me up from the chair saying, "Well if you're feeling all right then, we need to go. We don't have much time."

I stood and followed her as we left the hotel room. I muttered to myself, "Seems like there's always a rush for some reason." 

I could see that Reina had a very nice body now that she wasn't wearing a formless jumpsuit. The dark calf length skirt hugged her legs nicely and matched the suit coat she wore over cream silk blouse. She wasn't very curvy, holding to my personal stereotype of Asian women being thinner and shorter. She was easily a foot shorter than me, five feet I would have guessed, though the high heels she wore gave her a few inches extra. As she got into the elevator I looked at her butt, and noticed a little curve to it, just as her breasts had just a bit of weight, B cups at the most I guessed.




Old World Magic Ch. 04



She ushered us into a waiting town car outside of the hotel and the driver knew where to go without asking. She turned to me and resumed talking once we were settled in, "Don't worry about the driver, he's discrete and understands privacy. Now, I suppose I should explain the rush. We want to get your decoy in the car headed back to your home before it gets too late. If you're gone on an extended stay in New York City, people might wonder why you were gone for so long. Don't forget, your wife is expecting you home in the finger-lakes this evening."

I nodded, but my thoughts were of the neighbor she had been fucking behind my back. I couldn't help but wonder if she'd really miss me overly much. Reina opened a leather portfolio with a pad of paper in it and began asking me a lot of questions, making notes as I answered. They were all about my childhood, my appearance, my tastes, and how I saw myself. I didn't really quite understand where these questions were going, but I had resigned myself to being swept along, so I answered.

The car pulled into an underground garage, and the driver showed ID to a man at a guard post. I looked out the window and startled. "Was that a US Marine?" I asked as we pulled away from the guard shack into the garage.

Reina nodded, "Standard issue for them to be posted at all FBI buildings here in New York since 9/11."

"FBI?" A single eyebrow arched upwards.

She nodded, "Oh, yes, I'm an FBI agent, didn't Adam tell you?"

"I thought... uh... I thought you were a mage?" I whispered.

Reina laughed and put a hand on my shoulder as she nodded, "Of course Michael. But there's this thing called hiding in plain sight, maybe you've heard of it? Just because we have magic doesn't mean we can live 'off the grid.' Well, you can, but not if you want to be a part of society. We still have to pay taxes, and that means you have to have jobs."

The car pulled into a parking spot and we got out. I followed her into the building as she continued explaining, "Of course in your case, for today especially, I made sure that my job coincides with my particular skills. A fact that is going to let us start a new life for you today."

I guessed what she was getting at, "Witness relocation program?"

She smiled and pat my chest with one hand, "Now you're getting it! You didn't...." She tapped her head, and I didn't understand at first. "Read my mind?" she supplied.

I shook my head no. "Good," she answered, "But it's not exactly witness protection you're going into anyways. That leaves too much of a paper trail. But I'll be using their system to add a 'new' man into the govt, fake history and all. Any good profiler would be able to tell that your back-story is fake, we only have like a dozen or so back-stories that will fit a man of your age and background, and we just mix and match them. But stay out of trouble and you should be fine for a good... oh... forty years or so, or until you need another new life."

Our trip through the building ended at a locked steel door. Punching in a key code on the lock the door opened and she ushered us in. The building seemed empty at least we didn't run into anyone as we walked a few halls and rode an elevator up several floors. But I supposed that since it was a Sunday, that may have had something to do with it. Several more hallways and a few more locked doors and she gestured to a rather nondescript wooden door marked '602,' below that a name plate that read 'R. Satô.' "Here we are, my office, this is the place Michael Grey goes to die. Are you ready?"

I nodded and she ushered me in. It was a modest sized room with a nice window that looked out at a somewhat disappointing view of another building across the street. A door was set in the left wall, closed and with no markings to indicate it's use. The room was warm though, with a bright paint job accented by dark wood and leather furniture. A large desk dominated the room, to which Renia sat behind, powering up her computer. She gestured at the couch along the right wall and then the chairs in front of her desk and told me to take a seat, I chose the latter.

As her computer booted up she leaned across the desk and steeped her fingers. She gazed at me for a moment and then spoke. "Of course, I'll assume Adam explained how you'll be indebted to me for this service?" My blank look showed my lack of comprehension, and she explained further, "When you have the ability to extend your lifespans, as we do, the concept of money becomes less important. In fact one of the most powerful mages I personally know has not a penny to his name, she doesn't need money in her life. But, what we do value in our community is debt, favors. If I help you today, down the road I may have a problem that only a mentalist or eromancer like yourself can help me with."

I held up a hand, questioning, "Eromancer?" My tongue slid over the unfamiliar word. Of course with 4 years of latin schooling and being well educated I understood what the word meant, but I wanted to hear her explain it.

"Yes, Eromancer, it's what your bloodline is. Oh, I'm sure you could fight it, try to become an elementalist, necromancer, or a body sculptor like myself. But you'd be fighting your essential nature. You are a mage who's powers are fueled by sex. That's all there is to it."

I remembered Adam explaining how we regained our mana partially from sexual experiences, and then I wondered about Renia. "May I ask," I said leaning forwards, "You know that Adam and I regain our power from sex, but what about you? Can I ask that? Can I ask how you regain your mana?"

She smiled, "My kind are at their very hearts, artists. I probably find a trip to a museum as stimulating as you would an orgy. I value beauty and aesthetic craftsmanship." She paused searching for the right word, "Meditating.... I suppose is the right word, on such beauty allows my energy to refresh quickly. To that end, I've found some sexual experiences to be quite beautiful, so in a way we are similar."

I brought the question back, "So I'll owe you a favor then? Something that you can use when you need my help. What happens if I refuse to pay back your favor?"

Reina looked somewhat appalled, and I hastened to assure her that I wouldn't, but that I needed to know the rules of this new world I was entering. She explained, "It's not a very set bunch of rules. But word gets out in the community. A mage who's word is no good to other mages quickly finds himself outcast. There aren't many of us, percentage wise, when compared to the non magical world. But there are enough of us that your life can get rather difficult if you find us arrayed against you. Likewise an oath breaker would find almost no one willing to help him should he need assistance. Believe me, at some point, you'll need assistance."

I did believe her. But something told me she was hesitating about something. Maybe it was my growing mental ability, or maybe it was just her body language, but I sensed something. So I asked as a silent pause grew between us, "That's not all is it Renia? There's something else you wanted to talk to me about, other than making sure that I'd know I was indebted to you for this, isn't there?"

She nodded, and folded her hands and leaned across the desk, "Would you like to have sex Michael before we start?"

I arched an eyebrow, "That seems somewhat out of the blue," I said. 

She smiled, "Well, eromancers are well known for their skill, and it's been almost two months since I had a good lay..." She hesitated and I waited for her to finish her thought, "Plus I really really get off on knowing that I'm the last person you're ever going to fuck."

I laughed and she edified that last comment. "After we have sex, I'll put you out for a little while so that I can work on you. When you wake up, you won't be Michael Gray anymore. You'll have a new identity, a new life, a new history, even a new official U.S. Government issued social security number and ID. So I'll have been the last person that Michael Gray ever had sex with." She grinned mischievously and added, "It's almost like a reverse virginity thing if you think about it."

I chuckled, "... and that gets you off, huh?"

She nodded, "Big time."

I shrugged my shoulders. Who was I to deny her? Plus, what kind of guy turns down sex with a cute Asian woman? I stood up and looked at the couch, nodding my head. She nodded standing as well. Moving over to it, I removed my jacket and began to pull apart my tie. I sat on the cool leather couch and Renia came and stood before me.

She began swaying slightly and moving her hips and her head. Her eyes closed and I thought that maybe she was dancing to music that she was hearing in her head. She reached up and slowly slid her jacket down off her shoulders. Her movements were soft and slow, very sensual, despite the lack of music. I had no doubt that she'd had some training as a dancer. Her jacket was tossed to the floor and she turned, showing me her back.

I reached out and squeezed her butt through her skirt and she lightly slapped at my hand. "Patience Michael," she said. I saw her begin to unbutton her shirt while facing away from me, and decided to do the same. My tie came off and I unbuttoned my shirt, tossing it aside as well, now clad in the crew cut undershirt. I undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants as she turned back towards me. Her cream colored blouse was fully unbuttoned and she let it slide down her arms slowly. 

I got my first good look at her perky B sized breasts, clad in a lacy white bra. Even through the lacy material I could see the hardening buds of her nipples poking outwards. I moaned softly as she leaned forwards, her spiky wild haircut dipping to my face as she leaned down and grabbed a hold of the waistband of my pants. She pulled back from me, yanking the pants and my underwear along with them. She stood again and smiled, hands on her hips, as she examined my thickening member.

"Not bad," she said as my cock began to rise upwards, growing more and more tumescent. "Looks like nature was kind to you. I'll make sure I don't cheat you any in your next life." I wasn't exactly sure what those words meant, but I pulled the undershirt over my head, leaving me nude on her leather couch. One tiny part of me thought about how I'd never actually had sex on a leather couch, and wondered if it needed to be stain guarded. But then the shirt was being tossed aside and I saw Renia dropping her white lace bra to the ground.

As I'd seen through the white lace, her nipples were a deep brown with tight areola, speckled with raised goose flesh around the hard bud in the middle. I licked my lips, eager to taste her flesh, to feel the tight nipples between my lips. She turned away from me then, and backed up towards me. Her hands coming to rest on the waistband of her skirt just over each of her thin ass cheeks. "A little help?" She asked, her hands framing the zipper on her tight skirt. I grinned and reached forwards, my now hard shaft pressing into my belly as I did so, and gripped the zipper. I tugged it down slowly, and she slid the skirt down.

To my delight, she wore no undergarments beneath the skirt and the creamy flesh of her ass cheeks reveled themselves to me as she slid the last of her garments off. She turned then and moved closer, kneeling on the couch with one knee on either side of my hips. She took my head in both of her hands and leaned down to kiss me then. 

Her kiss was hot and wet, and I could taste a hint of something on her lips, chapstick or lipstick perhaps. She kissed me for a long time, rubbing her body against mine as my hands roamed across her back and her ass. I squeezed and rubbed, letting her make the moves, not wishing to appear too eager, despite my stiff cock pressed now between our bodies.

She had a trimmed triangle of black hair between her hips, I thought not very 'current' of her to have pubic hair, but knew better than to say anything. Besides, she obviously trimmed, as the curly hairs were short and very close cropped to her skin. Besides none of that mattered as she pressed her damp muff against my body. I could feel the damp slickness of her labia rubbing against my balls and the underside of my shaft. I resolved not to let teasing of that nature distract me too much, or force me to make the next move on her. She'd asked for patience and I would show her that I was capable of such.

However as her damp sex slid across my own hardness, I felt a mental push again. The close intimate contact came along with a desire to allow mental contact. I could feel that flood of information threatening to overwhelm me again. I closed my eyes and imagined the door I'd pictured earlier. In my imagination I saw the door shaking as if being pounded on by a strong person, determined to get in. Instinctively I imagined flipping a lock on the door, and then shoving a book shelf against it. The shaking stopped and I felt relieved. The pressure of her mental deluge was stopped.

I opened my eyes and re-focused on the petite woman rocking above me. She was still kissing me, but now one of her hands was snaking down between our bodies. I felt her grip my shaft and I broke the kiss long enough to moan. Renia gripped me and then raised her hips and positioned the thick head of my cock at the slick entrance to her core. She slid her hips back and forth a few times, covering my cock head with her dampness.

Then she gasped as she slowly lowered herself down onto me. She was tight, and while I may have been a little larger than average in length, I knew that I was quite girthy. I remembered that she had said that she hadn't had a good lay in over 2 months. Her wet heat gripped me tightly as she slowly worked her hips up and down, determined to get as much of me into her as she could. She gasped and moaned as my rod split her, stretching her tight pussy.

Finally she gasped and clutched my shoulders with both hands, stopping suddenly. I could feel my cock bottoming out inside of her. "So close," the small Japanese American woman muttered, reaching down to caress the last little bit of my cock that was not yet inside of her. "Can't be more than a finger width or two," she muttered. "I want to feel it all."

Then Renia began sliding up and down on my dick more and more forcefully. I could feel the head of my cock hitting deep inside her every time she slammed her ass downwards on me. She was moaning but also gasping and I could tell that she was really punishing herself. My hands stayed on her hips guiding her, keeping her from pulling too far upwards before guiding her to slam back down. After several of these punishing down thrusts she finally grinned and said "I knew I could get you all." She paused and sure enough, I could feel that my hard pole was fully entrenched inside her. My cock head swelled, pulsing, with the erotic sensation of knowing what this woman had just done. The swell caused her to gasp, and then she began riding me.

I lost track of time a little bit after that, concerning myself with kissing her and allowing my hands to caress her as she rode me with a steady and hard pace. But finally she began gasping faster and faster, almost as if she was out of air. But her fingernails dug into my shoulders and then she threw back her head and yelled out. I felt her already tight pussy squeeze and clench me to nearly painful levels as she came, shuddering and gasping above me.

I simply held her for a few moments after that and let her catch her breath. After almost half a minute of her simply trembling and shaking, her pussy spasming around me, she finally pushed her short hair back out of her face and looked at me. A slight sheen of sweat coated her brow and she gasped out, "That was fantastic, it's your turn now."

Then with that she dismounted me on shaky legs and moved to the couch next to me. Kneeling on the couch she bent over and put her hands on the arm rest. Kneeling in a doggy style position she looked back over her shoulder and wiggled her petite ass at me. "Come on Michael, fill me up. It's only fair that you get off too. Plus I want to feel that warmth inside of me, I want to feel your cum deep in me."

I smiled and hastened to get up, eager to comply with her wishes. I lined the head of my cock up with her now juicy slit. Using my cock head like a plow, I split her lips apart and pressed inwards. I couldn't help again but notice that unlike most women now a days, at least most that I'd fucked, she hadn't shaved off her pubes. I suppose I didn't have a lot of room to complain, I also didn't shave, but I did use a beard trimmer to keep my own pubic region nice and tightly cropped. Something that it appeared she also did. Yet, equality be damned, it just looked a little less appealing to me. I'd grown used to hairless pussies.

Renia turned her head to look at me as I was slowly sinking into her and asked, "Did you just say that you don't enjoy my hairy pussy?" Her face was a mix of confusion and shock, maybe with a little anger.

"No!" I said as I gripped her hips and drove my cock into her, dragging a moan from her lips. "I didn't say anything. Does it feel like I'm not enjoying this?" I asked her as I began ramming my cock into her while holding her hips. She shook her head no then leaned it forwards onto the arm rest, moaning as I fucked her hard. I wondered however if she'd heard my thoughts or if I'd somehow projected them. In any case I was eager for her to not be offended, so I focused on how good her tight, hot, wetness felt as it gripped my shaft.

I'm not sure how long I fucked her for, but it wasn't too long before I exploded inside of her. Her body trembled from the pleasure of it. I was unsure, and not particularly concerned if she'd had a second orgasm. But she did seem to enjoy it immensely. I slammed my hips into her ass over and over as I came. My cock driving deep into her as it flooded her with my hot spunk. She cried out as I did so, "Yes Michael, yes!" She ground her hips against me, almost as if begging me to be as deep inside her as possible, "Fill me with your cum!" she cried out.

I roared as I came again and again. Several times I shot inside of her. Almost surprising myself at the sheer number of times I felt my cock swell and release. Till finally I pulled away and flopped down to sit on the couch, gasping for air. My cock was a sodden mess, coated with our combined juices.

I sat there gasping, my eyes closed, relishing the post orgasmic bliss. I heard Renia moving about next to me, and only opened my eyes when all of a sudden I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my leg.

"What the fuck?" I asked as I saw Renia injecting something into my leg with a syringe.

"Don't worry Michael," she said as she removed the now empty needle from my leg muscles, "it's easier to work on you this way."

I started to ask what she meant, but my mouth opened and nothing came out. "Bhhhhhhhaasssssh" I slurred as my vision began to swim and darken.

"Sshhhhh, everything's fine Michael. Go to sleep now. Sleep forever. Just know that the last memory you had of that life was that wonderful orgasm with me." She smiled and even though my vision was swimming and darkening, fading away, I could swear I saw her lying down on the carpet in the middle of the room. For the life of me I couldn't figure out why someone would stab me with a syringe right after fucking me.... and why was she pulling her knees up to her breasts and hugging them there?

Then, there was nothing.

To be continued... 



Old World Magic Ch. 05



Chapter 5 -- Rinascita

There were no visions this time, no dreams. I didn't travel to a far off realm to relive past sexual exploits. There was simply nothing. There wasn't even the empty nothingness that I had felt, because at least I had been aware of that. No, I simply felt my life fade out, fade to black. 

Then in the next moment, I was startling. A strong smell filled my nose and made me try to pull my head away. Ammonia and something else... minty... plant like... eucalyptus maybe? I opened my eyes and saw Renia's Japanese face floating above me. I blinked, confused. The light in the room was completely different than it had been earlier. It had been late morning earlier, but it was dark in the room now, late afternoon I'd guess?

"Whuuuu," I started to say trying to push myself up to a sitting position.

"No no no," she said pressing a hand against my chest, my naked chest I noted. "Lay still. The propofol is out of your system by now, but you need to go slow to get used to the changes to your body." Then she stood up and moved away. She was fully clothed again I noted.

But I wasn't. I could feel cool air across my body. I could feel the carpet beneath my back. I could wiggle my toes and feel that they were unencumbered. I could feel... I shivered...I could feel that I was colder than I had been earlier. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at my body. No, this wasn't my body. My body was that of an older man, a man approaching 40. My body was one of American excess, too much salt, too much beer, too much fat and fast food. I was looking through eyes at a body that wasn't mine.

Renia helped me stand and I moved slowly, not trusting the feeling of reserved, bunched, wound up energy in my muscles. My limbs felt like they were ready to explode into action, ready to run a mile or lift weights, or play sports. My eyesight too had changed. I was getting farsighted in my old age, and knew that I would have had blurry vision at things this close, within an arms reach, but everything was crystal clear, perfect. She stood me and moved me to a cabinet in her office. I marveled at the grace and balance the muscular legs had as they carried me the few steps. She opened the cabinet and I saw a full length mirror mounted to the back of the door, clothing inside the cabinet. 

I couldn't help but gasp as I looked at the image in the mirror. Truly I understood now, the man in the mirror was not Michael Gray. My body had been transformed. I looked to be about the same height, around 6 feet, but it was hard to tell. Normally you compared height against your own eyeline, but if mine had changed, how could I compare my own new body against it? My new body was lean and muscular almost to the point of obscenity. I had rippling muscles that stood out, defined, on almost all my body. I felt a hand run across the six pack abs and down to the muscular V below. Then there, hanging between my muscular thighs, an impressive looking cock. Hairless and thick, even though flaccid, it was almost a handful while soft. It was pillowed atop a full, healthy nut sack, also hairless. I realized then that there wasn't a single hair on my body. I looked up at my head and ran a hand across the bald skin from brow all the way back to my neck. Then I realized, I did not even have eyebrows or eyelashes.

I turned to Renia, "I have no eyebrows?" One brow ridge went up in a questioning gesture, and I'm sure it looked silly with no eyebrow there to define it.

Renia smiled mischievously, "You said when you were fucking me that you didn't like hair."

I shook my head, "I never said that, I only thought it."

Renia pursed her lips, "Well you thought it loud enough that I heard it."

"You can't leave me without any hair!" I moaned, "I need to fit in."

Renia sighed, "Oh, all right. Hold very still." Then reaching up she drew her thumbs along my brow line and eyes. Then I bent slightly and she rubbed her hands along my head. I felt a slight warmness, but no change. I looked at her questioning. "It will grow in now. Unlike the rest of your body."

I turned back to the mirror and saw my completely hairless cock swing slightly as I turned. Never having to 'manscape' again? No hairy feet or arms? I could live with that."

I spent at least ten minutes looking at my new body. The biggest change, to me at least, was the face. While my body may have been good enough to land me a male modeling career, I couldn't quite say the same for my face. It was ruggedly handsome in a way, but also at the same time, quite plain. Strong jawline, large broad chin, large 'roman' nose. Ears that were tight against my scalp, but not overly small either. One of the crowd, something nondescript, and not especially unique. I might say my new face was handsome, but I wouldn't be winning any beauty contests either. Of course, the lack of eyebrows was a bit odd, maybe when they and my hair grew in I'd be rather pleasing to look at.

I looked down at my cock again after a while and wondered. I stroked it once and then gasped. "What the fuck!?" I exclaimed. "Did you heighten my sensitivity or something?"

Renia shook her head no. "You know, it's amazing how people forget what a teenage body is like. Your body now is in the absolute peak of it's perfection, something most people achieve anywhere from age sixteen to their early twenties. In your case, I'd put your body right around that twenty year mark. Not an ounce of baby fat on you, just all hard muscle. But that also means your hormones are at that level, and your sensitivity." She paused and then added with a wink, "I did give you a slight boost to your...shall we say... virility however. So don't be surprised the next time you're with a partner in bed."

I gasped, stroking my cock lightly as she said all this. My dick grew hard almost immediately, easily eight inches in length, and thick, as I was used too. The fat, circumsized head of my cock bounced above my belly button and bounced off my abs. If it felt that good to simply stroke it, I couldn't wait to try it out. I turned and smiled at Renia, "Do you get off on taking away your client's virginity as well? I've never had sex in this body after all and you could show me exactly what sort of changes to my virility you mean." 

Renia smiled and shook her head, with one hand patting her stomach she said, "No thanks Mike, I've got everything I need from you."

Suddenly I remembered how just as I faded out of consciousness, she had laid down with her hips elevated. I remembered that my wife, Renee, had done that for months when we had been trying to conceive a child, before we had finally given up on it. I looked at her and said, "Wait a second, you wanted me to get you pregnant?"

She frowned, "I want you to have nothing to do with any child I may have, and I think that you should mind your own business. Besides... the man who will be the father to my child, Michael Gray, is dead." I gawped at her and she continued, "One of the downsides to magic use is that it renders us somewhat infertile. We have almost no chance of conceiving with a non-mage. Even with the added virility I gave you, you'll find it next to impossible to impregnate a normal person. With a mage, it's possible to sire a child, but it's difficult. But of course you know I'm a flesh crafter, a worker in the magic of the body, so I can increase my chances greatly... I just needed a donor, a magic using donor, to help out."

"Renia," I started slowly, my cock wilting as I realized what she'd done, "I..."

"Look Mike, you've got a new life to start. I was going to get with child sooner or later anyways. I just needed a verile magic using man who needed my help at a time when my own cycle was at it's peak. You just happened to be the one to come along when I was ready. So forget about it." Then she leaned in and whispered, "and if you think you have any say in this, just imagine what I can do."

I cocked my head, giving her a look that said I didn't understand. She explained in an angry whisper, "In just a few hours I completely reshaped your flabby older body. I took away your age and gave you youth. I banished fat and restored muscle and health. Do you really want to think about what I could also do if I wanted to reverse my powers?"

I shook my head. There was more going on here than I was prepared for. I had better go with the flow for now. Renia pulled a pair of sweat pants and a sweat shirt with FBI printed on both out of the cabinet. Handing them to me she also retrieved a pair of 'slippers' that seemed to be disposable. They fit well enough and at her direction I dressed.

We didn't speak much but after I was dressed in the meager clothing she went to her desk and handed me a wallet and a sealed shipping envelope. I opened the wallet and found a social security card and a NY Drivers license both under the same name, "Mike Naughton." The picture didn't exactly look like my face, but I guess it was close enough.

"The envelope has Mike Naughton's history. Where you went to school, etc. Make sure you memorize it later. But for now, let's go," she said gesturing towards the office door, "I want you to say goodbye to your old body." I followed her out of the office and down an elevator to what was obviously a morgue. There under a sheet, was me. Well, obviously it wasn't me, but it was a corpse, and that corpse was exactly me. The corpse had my old face, it had my paunchy beer belly, it had the hairy chest that my wife used to complain about. I even saw that birthmark on my thigh and the burn scar on my arm that I'd gotten as a child. In every sense of the word I was looking down at my own body... the body I'd worn for the last several decades.

Renia spoke, "Michael Gray died at ten am this morning of a massive heart attack. His body hasn't been found yet, but we will place it somewhere where it will be discovered shortly. Your wife will get the sad news, and have to come here to NYC to identify your body. Blood type and dental records will of course confirm it. Luckily for Renee Gray, there was a life insurance policy in Michael Gray's name that is going to pay out well. One set up a few years ago by Adam Saks in Michael's name.

I nodded numbly. A few years ago? Adam had been planning this for a few years? A part of me realized that he was doing it so that Renee wouldn't ever come looking for me in my new life, and another part of me was glad that he'd done it. If Renee was happy and financially taken care of, that was good. I would be glad that she wouldn't be over burdened by me leaving her to start a new life. It would be better this way, her not knowing, her thinking I had died. Yet, a part of me was annoyed... Adam had been planning this for years, hadn't he?

- - -

Later that evening Adam and I were in a town car heading towards JFK international Airport. After meeting Adam back at the hotel, the two of us went shopping and purchased me a small wardrobe that would fit my new body. After that it was off to the airport to catch a flight out of NY State to Adam's home in Nevada.

As we drove, my emotions got the better of me and I finally had to ask Adam what I wanted to know. I knew the driver of the town car could hear us, but I couldn't wait any longer. "You had a life insurance policy in Michael Gray's name? For over two years now? You'd been planning on this for that long?" I think anger tinged the sound of my voice, but I didn't care. This new, young body came with hormones and while I wanted to stay calm, I felt very angry and possibly betrayed by Adam's deception.

"Relax Mike," Adam said holding out his hands in a gesture that was meant to be pacifying, but to me seemed to be a bit aggressive. I felt a touch on my mind, a light brush, almost as if checking to see if my mental 'door' was closed. I quickly envisioned that door in my head again, and imagined what it would look like with a solid deadbolt lock on it. Then I imagined flipping that deadbolt to keep anyone out.

"You're learning quickly," he said, pulling back from me, both mentally and physically. "But to answer your question, yes, I'd been watching Michael Gray for about four or five years now. Along with a few of my other..." He paused and looked at the driver, not wanting to say too much, "...distant relatives." I knew he meant people that were distantly related to him by blood... his descendants.

"Michael Gray showed a lot of potential for the... 'family business,' and it was little work to set up a life insurance policy in his name. Two years of payments isn't a lot of money when you consider the pay out. Besides if he had decided not to come to New York with me the other day, then I could have simply let the policy lapse, and I was out a few hundred dollars. Trust me, he wasn't the only one I had a policy for. I've got about four other active policies out right now on distant relations. But have yet to contact them." He smiled, "Maybe, Mike, You'd be interested in coming to meet them some day. When both you and they are ready of course."

I grit my teeth, feeling my anger sliding away. I wanted to stay mad, I still felt like I had been manipulated. "But why? How did you know that I... I mean... that Mr. Gray, would be... would be... open... uh... to your business opportunity?"

The driver of the towncar looked at us in his rear view mirror and Adam sighed. He leaned forwards and put his hand on the shoulder of the driver. Speaking in a clear voice he said, "You can't hear what we're talking about. Every time you hear us talking, it's something very boring to you, the nature of soy bean crops in china. Do you understand?" The driver nodded and then Adam sat back and looked at me, "Say what you want now, he can't hear us."

"Well?" I asked, "How did you know that I'd come with you? That I'd even believe you?"

Adam shook his head, "I didn't. It was a risk. I've been watching you for a while now, and everything I knew about you said that you'd be a good candidate to become a mage, to become my apprentice, but nothing told me for certain that was true. When your powers became active, last night with the girls I hired, some mages call that an awakening or an eruption of ability. It was always dormant inside of you, waiting for the moment to burst forth. You had to be properly stimulated of course, stroked to a fever pitch, and then a gentle nudge, and then," he clapped his hands together, "Boom! Your powers explode into being."

He nodded as JFK International airport loomed in the distance. "Once we're out of this car we can keep talking, just try to keep things a little vague. You'll be amazed what you can talk about in front of everyone and how much they will ignore it. Especially in a crowded place like this."

"So you were watching me? You were waiting to see if I'd erupt on my own before you approached me?" I asked finishing his previous train of thought.

Adam shrugged his shoulders, "Sort of. I was also looking to make sure that you hadn't buried the seed of your abilities so far down that you'd never erupt. Between not having a child with your wife, losing your job, the death of both of your parents, and moving away from New York City to live upstate, your life had gotten a touch bleak. I was afraid the crushing reality of this world might have taken your spark too far away from your soul to erupt ever." 

"No," I said slowly, "Those things... they... they made me believe even more. Whenever things happened in my life, I thought there must be a reason. Maybe there is a God, or a purpose to my life, or something... but I just felt like it couldn't be the whole world shitting on me."

"Yes," he said, "and I sensed that in you. That's why I approached you. It's why we are flying back to my home. So I can train you."

"Nevada?"

"Yes. Pahrump."

"Excuse me?"

"Not a fan of legalized prostitution eh Mike?" Adam chuckled. I raised an eyebrow... well... brow line I guess, in question. He filled me in. "See, out of all fifty states, only Nevada allows legalized prostitution. But just because something's legal doesn't mean that people want it thrown in their faces. Over the last twenty or thirty years, Las Vegas has changed a lot. They've cleaned up their image from the city of Sin, to what amounts to Disneyland for grownups. People plan their family vacations for Vegas now, take the kids and ride roller coasters on the tops of the casinos. Sure, dad might be taking out a lean on the house to pay for the craps tables, but god forbid if they see girls walking the streets trying to make a buck. So the city council pushed the prostitution off the strip and into the corners. Places like Craigs list and telephone adds get the girls to the hotel rooms now. But if you want to run a brothel, you're not going to do it inside the city limits. So the next closest city is Pahrump, to the west. It's about forty five minutes from McCarran International Airport in Vegas, maybe a little more or less depending on traffic. Plus, if you're coming from the other direction, it's only a few hours to LA. With a fast car you could make it to Long Beach in a little over three hours... as long as you watch out for the cops."

Just then the driver pulled into a parking spot and we decided to continue to conversation later. Security was fairly easy, I found a passport in with the materials in the envelope Renia had given me. Between that, and the fact that we had very little luggage, it was no time before we were sipping way overpriced and heavily watered down scotch in an airport bar. When I asked about Adam's Jaguar, he laughed. Apparently the little trick he did in my home town, to borrow someone else's car, it worked even better if you could find someone who wouldn't be using it for weeks at a time. I took some small consolation in knowing that Adam hadn't put the mind magic on one of my favorite tv star / comedians, but only the owner of the garage where the Jaguar had been kept.

We ate a late dinner at the bar, and I was pleased that while the scotch was watered down, the steak was excellent. I was astounded that one meal wasn't enough and I was still hungry. Ordering a burger for me, Adam explained that it was a side effect to the body crafting I'd gone through, that my hunger would taper off very soon. But I had a different hunger as well. I felt like I'd been nursing half a hard on ever since I woke up in Renia's office. Adam assured me that in a few hours, when we got back to his brothel in Pahrump, he'd have a special friend take care of those needs for me.

The plane ride was to take about five hours, and I was a little displeased to learn that the luxury might be coming to an end. The tickets were only coach. Adam smiled and tapped his head, "Remember, we need to hide in plain sight. You're a college drop out and I'm a self startup businessman. We aren't the kinds of people who buy first class plane tickets. Now... that being said, finish your burger. I'm going to go talk to the woman about how I requested an isle seat and was stuck in the middle row."

He smiled and was gone for about ten minutes, but when Adam came back, he was all smiles. "Well, you're bumped up to business plus, a bulkhead seat, so you should have plenty of leg room to stretch out and get some sleep. You'll want to get a bit before we land, the time difference alone can mess with you."

"And you?" I asked.

"Well, I guess I got lucky. An upgrade to first class because I'm such a valued customer. Sorry I couldn't get you in, but like I said, get some sleep."

Damn, I thought, I needed to learn that trick quickly.

- - -

I did catch some sleep on the airplane, but woke up with the sound of dozens of thoughts in my head. They weren't my thoughts either. Again, it isn't easy to describe what a person's thought 'feels' like. Any attempt I would make at doing so would be a pale imitation, like trying to describe exactly how something tasted. Oh, you could say that it was bitter or salty, or how it felt as you chewed it, but you're not really giving another person the essence of what that food tasted like. So understand that when I describe someone else's thoughts, it's only a shadow of what the experience really was.




Old World Magic Ch. 05



My eyes snapped open as I felt the thoughts of at least a dozen people around me. Most mundane, kids, their shoes hurt, they were tired. A lot of excitement, which on a flight to Las Vegas, I suppose was to be expected. But there were some dark thoughts too. At least one person was thinking about how he'd stolen 'the money' and if he didn't score big this week, he'd be a dead man.

I mentally imagined my door, and found that it was unlocked and stood open. Had I done that while I was asleep? I shut the door and made sure it was latched, and the thoughts in my head stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out my legs. The bulkhead seat wasn't bad. It was the first seat in coach, and in front of me instead of another chair was the wall to first class. It wasn't a lot of extra room, a few inches maybe, but it seemed nice and I appreciated it.

I ran a hand across my bald head. I'd never gone bald before, never shaved my head, so the experience was a new one. I felt the way my hand stuck to my scalp ever so slightly, skin against skin. I felt down the back of my skull and felt that ridge at the top of my neck. I again marveled at this new body I'd been given. Everything felt so right and so good. When I'd woken up I had none of the aches and pains that I had grown used too over the last decade.

The captain's voice came on over the loud speaker and said we'd be landing shortly. He advised people to put their tray tables up and buckle up. The man in the isle seat next to me woke up and buckled up and nodded to the window, "Open the slat would you? The view of the Vegas strip at night from the air is something worth seeing."

I did and looked out, seeing only darkness, but then in the distance, lights on the horizon. Behind me I heard an older woman yammering to her seat mate about Vegas. The woman's voice was somewhat shrill and quite distracting. The man next to me leaned over and whispered, "God don't you hate loud ones like that?" I nodded and he returned to her seat muttering, "I wish she would shut up."

I sighed and tried to tune out the harpy behind me, until she laughed loudly and screeched, "I know, I know, I know! Men right!?" I growled under my breath and just imagined how nice it would be for her to shut up. I envisioned how happy the plane would be if this woman just lost the ability to talk for a little while, at least till the plane landed. How happy that would make me, I couldn't say.

I smiled, then to my surprise I heard the harpy behind me cut off in mid sentence. "...but then Janice said that she wouldn't ever... HEURKKK!" I smiled. I don't know what I'd done, but I knew that somehow I'd done it. Somehow my magic had shut that woman up. I listened on purpose now as her friend next to her talked to her. The harpy seemed to be whispering that she'd just lost her voice.

"It's this recirculated airplane air I tell you," her friend said, finally able to get a word in edgewise, "When we get to the hotel, I'll get you some tea and honey..." I tuned the quieter woman's words out, and some part of me knew that the harpy's voice would return shortly, just not till after I was far clear of her.

I looked out the window again and the lights of Vegas were bright now and getting closer as the plane banked and began to descend. Maybe I could get used to being a mage.

- - -

I told Adam about the incident as we rode from McCarran, which was just to the south and east of the famous Las Vegas strip, out to the town of Pahrump. There was a towncar waiting for us when we landed and the driver holding a sign that had 'A.Saks' on a dry erase board. But around the name were advertisements for "Ruby's Hideaway." The half clothed women along with the phone number and website gave little doubt as to what sort of establishment "Ruby's Hideaway" was. But as I saw the sign I asked Adam, "Ruby's? I thought it was your place."

He nodded and greeted the driver with a hug, "Estefano, mi amigo." I smiled as the hispanic looking driver hugged Adam back. He was a bit on the short side, probably no larger than five foot five, but dressed quite nicely. A nice looking suit with a plain black tie, done in a crisp windsor knot. Hair cut short and kept slicked back by hair gel, Estefano looked clean cut and professional. Adam introduced us, "Estefano, this is Mike. Mike, Estefano, he's the driver for my..." Adam paused, and looked around aware that we were in the middle of an airport, and that there were children about, "...my club."

Estefano held out a hand and I shook it. His hands were strong and his grip was firm, "Very nice to meet you Mike," he said with a hint of an accent. Not quite a Mexican accent, not quite southern, I couldn't place it. Of course I'd later learn that it was a bit of both mixed with the local Vegas dialect.

Adam explained as we walked to the town car, "We have a lot of clients who fly in just to come to Ruby's. So we offer them full service, we send Estefano and the car to pick them up at the airport and then later take them back to their hotels in either Pahrump or Vegas. For a modest additional fee of course."

Estefano added in as he loaded our two meager bags into the trunk, "Tips generously accepted as well." We all laughed and I nodded my head.

Once in the car Adam explained that Estefano was not a mage, but was aware of the true world. That we could speak openly in front of him. It was a relief however that the town car had a privacy screen. This was all still new to me and I was glad to speak with Adam alone as the town car left the bright lights of Vegas behind. I told Adam about the mouthy woman on the plane and how I'd wished for her to shut up, and she had.

Adam explained to me the basics of casting a spell. Some things were going to come as naturally to me as breathing. Eventually I'd start to get a mental 'sense' of people just in their presence. He couldn't explain it further, saying that different mages experienced it differently. In his case, he saw a 'halo' above people's heads, very faint, but that could tell him about them at a glance. He said it was like reading their aura. But that another mentalist he knew perceived the same thing in a totally different way, that the other mage, a gambler, got the sense of a playing card whenever he looked at them, the suit and the rank of the card told him much about that person.

That sort of aura reading was passive, took no effort, and was probably why I was picking up on people's thoughts some what. But that casting an actual spell was mostly image creation and forcing will on reality. Thus the image of the door I had created to block out thoughts was actually a spell. I imagined the door, and could close or open it to either block out or let in other's thoughts. The image helped me to control the spell, but my willpower made it manifest. So as I imagined the woman shutting up, and how happy that would make me, my willpower made that happen.

He explained how as I became more and more skilled, the images would come to mind instantly and without concentration, but for a while it would be a lot of practice. Then he explained what the next few months of my life would be like. 

Nothing in life is free, I knew that, and Adam reaffirmed it as we closed on the town of Pahrump. I'd have the mornings to myself, starting at 4am, though Adam suggested I stick to getting at least 6 hours sleep. Since the brothel was a 24 hour affair, there was always an open kitchen, but most of the live in staff and the working girls usually didn't have 'breakfast' till around noonish. After the noon meal, at one pm, I was to report to Adam for instruction for at least one hour. During this time he'd test me on things we'd learned the previous day, or that I'd been practicing myself. Then he'd either assign me new tasks, or material to read, or practice. I'd have a few hours on my own again to work on these assignments or reading, though they would be unsupervised, so if I needed time for something else, that was my call. Then at five pm, it would be another hour of instruction with Adam, generally reinforcing the 1pm lesson. At six, there was another formal meal, which I could attend or not, as I wished. From six till ten pm I was again given my own time to do as I desired. However I was expected to be at 'work' at ten pm on the dot, dressed, groomed, and ready to serve as the bartender in the lounge at Ruby's Hideaway. I'd work the bar during the busiest hours, ten pm till four am. I'd be paid a small wage, and of course any tips, but Adam suggested saving the money away for now. As it stood he'd provide me with a wardrobe, and there'd be a room for me at the brothel. Likewise I had free reign of the kitchen, and if I needed to go somewhere, the brothel had two unmarked vans, in addition to the town car, that could be signed out with either Adam or Ruby's permission. There was also a limo, Adam told me, but I wasn't allowed to touch that.

I asked about Ruby, I thought that the brothel was Adam's. Adam smiled and said that I'd be meeting Ruby very soon, and that I should ask her those questions. However his smile was cryptic and I sensed there was more there then I was getting.

- - -

I'd never been to a brothel before and I wasn't exactly sure what to expect, but I think I can say I was somewhat surprised at how nice Ruby's Hideaway turned out to be. The sign as we pulled into the parking lot read "Ruby's Hideaway: Resort, spa, and brothel." A spa? That was interesting to me. The building itself was a large rambling one structure with a chain link fence around the property, and then a large twelve foot privacy fence inside of the chain link. From the parking lot you couldn't see much other than the wide front of the building, but there were two entrances, one to the left with a large sign over it that just read "Girls" and an entrance to the right with a sign that read "Spa."

I realized that I could see all of this fairly well, even though it was night time. Yes the parking lot was well lit with high power sodium lighting, but that wasn't it. The sky was getting light, though the sun wasn't yet up. It had to be close to five in the morning, but I couldn't tell as I didn't have a watch. The early morning hour explained why there was only one car parked in the parking lot. Then I also remembered that it was only late Sunday night, actually early Monday morning.

That thought gave me pause, the realization that it had been less than forty eight hours ago that I had been sleeping in bed with my wife Renee. We'd woken up less than two days ago getting ready to make the drive from our home to a family reunion where I'd meet this man, Adam Saks, who would change my life. No, not change it, end it. Michael Gray was dead and gone. Michael Gray was no more. I looked down at my hands, strong young hands, the hands of a man that was half the age of my experience. I wasn't Michael Gray anymore, I was now Mike Naughton.

Estefano pulled the town car along to the side of the building and a section of fencing rolled aside to allow us into the back parking lot, reserved for staff. Here there were parked several more cars, a half a dozen or so. From this vantage point I got a better look at the rest of the 'resort' that was known as Ruby's hideaway. From the side I could see that the building went back quite a ways. Also from this section I could see several out buildings detached from the main one. They looked like little bungalows or condos. I could also see what looked like a life guard chair rising from behind a fence, and could only assume there was a swimming pool there.

Estefano pulled the town car into a garage, between a stretch limo and a white passenger van. Adam and I got out while Estefano made to refill the car from a gas pump in the garage. Adam and I walked to a large steel door with a keypad next to it. There he stopped and turned to me and tried to give me advice, "Try not to be overwhelmed Mike. I'm going to give you a few days to get acclimated before we really start your lessons in earnest, because I know you're going to have to get used to this place as well as getting used to being a mage."

I nodded and he typed in some numbers on the keypad, and then pulled open the large metal door. We passed through an entry way and into a long hallway that stretched off to either side. A quick jaunt and then through another door and we entered what looked like one of the nicest bars I've ever been in. The entire large room was done up in a lounge style with several comfortable couches, leather chairs, and soft lighting. The room was done in muted reds and soft golds, and every inch carpeted, padded, or otherwise luxurious. The one exception was the long mahogany bar that rested against the wall we'd just entered through.

Four women sat around the room, looking rather bored, but seemingly interested as Adam and I walked through the door. They stood excited, one of them calling Adam's name excitedly. But one of the women, a true beauty walked to us, a smirk on her face. Adam called out, "Ruby, I'd like to introduce you to our new bartender, Mike Naughton. Mike, this is Ruby, the madam of this brothel and the manager of the spa."

I stuck my hand out and took Ruby's hand in mine. She didn't shake however but turned it so her knuckles were up. Sensing what she expected, I bent and kissed her knuckles, taking the chance to look her over.

Ruby had wide hazel eyes that flashed between brown and green as she'd moved towards me, set in a long and delicate face. Her nose was thin and noble looking above full soft lips, which wore bright red lipstick. Her eyebrows were thin and arched, the hair coal black matching the hair on her head. Above that, her hair was cut in bangs which covered her forehead, and then fell backwards in long straight lengths that fell about her shoulders and behind her. Her skin was fair, light, with a lack of makeup other than the bright red lipstick and a touch of dark eye liner. She wore a black evening gown that fell from her delicate shoulders and covered her modest breasts. She was of average height I suppose, a few inches above five feet, though it was hard to tell with the high heels she was wearing. Over all she was a beauty, and evoked thoughts of class and a sultry sensuality, not wonton sexuality as I would have imagined from a madam of a brothel.

"Enchanted," I said as I straightened from kissing her knuckles. To which she chuckled and placed her hand over her cleavage.

"Mr Naughton," she said, her voice higher pitched, almost girlish, then I'd been expecting. She leaned in towards me. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest and her warm breath on my face as she whispered into my ear, "When a mage says enchanted, it can mean so many things." She straightened , and I cleared my throat, somewhat embarrassed. I wasn't expecting the secrets of mage craft to be so well known. First the driver of the town car, now the head prostitute at the brothel?

I must have shifted and seemed uncomfortable, because Ruby moved and gived Adam a kiss on his cheek. "Let me see Mr. Naughton to his quarters then Adam, I'm sure you'll want to hold down the fort." 

Adam nodded and smiled at her. "Go easy on him Ruby, don't break him."

She laughed, "No, I'll just break him in."

Behind, the other girls laughed and Ruby moved to link her arm in mine. "Come along Mr. Naughton," she said.

"Please, just call me Mike," I said interrupting her. 

She laughed again, a high pitched tittering laugh, that was both girlish and yet sultry at the same time. She began steering me out of the bar and back into the hallway. "Ok, Mike it is," she agreed with a nod of her raven haired head. She led me back deeper into the building explaining, "The brothel and spa is the building we're in now. Out back there's a swimming pool, jacuzzi, and tennis court. There's three bungalow style houses for guests. One bedroom, one bath, kitchen, living room. It's for any of our guests who stay for a longer period of time or are willing to pay extra to have a home environment for a G.F.E."

I interrupted her, "G.F.E.?"

"Girl friend experience, it's when one of our girls goes with the clients for a while and they act as if they are girlfriends, not just prostitutes, or in some cases, they pretend to be man and wife. We've even let some of our clients have G.F.E.s with our girls and not use protection, but only with a clean and recent bill of health from a trusted doctor."

"And I'll be staying in a bungalow?" I asked.

Ruby shook her head as we reached the back door of the building, a simple steel number with a push bar. She bumped it with her hip and we went out into the very early morning air. "No no no dear, those are too expensive to waste on staff." She pointed at a large two story house that sat at the back of the lot. "That's 'the house.' Adam, Myself, and two of our girls live there. That's where you'll be staying."

We walked towards the house and I looked around at the swimming pool and grounds. Tables with umbrellas stood ready to shade guests from the Nevada sun, and a large grated cabinet held towels. In the distance I saw the tennis courts and the three tiny houses, all inside the security fencing. The ground was paved, but where it wasn't, it was landscaped with rock formations and a few strategically placed cactus to break the eye line.

Ruby led me to the house, a Victorian style, with a large covered porch. "Welcome to your new home Mike," she said as we pushed through the front doors. The inside was perfectly climate controlled and had the décor of an old English manor. The décor was old, with antiques, but I saw several nods to current technology, from the wifi antenna just inside the front door, to the alarm system.

She gestured to the security panel, I noticed it was not armed, but she said, "1869, that's the pass code." Then I caught her rolling her eyes, "That's when Adam was born I guess." She sighed and walked past me, towards the staircase leading up. I couldn't help but watch her hips sway and her tight ass move beneath her dark dress. She stopped and looked over her shoulder at me, "Well, come along Mike, I'll show you to your room."

I bounded after her, still unused to the youth and energy that my new body had. Up the stairs and down a hall, she gestured to an open door and a darkened bathroom, as if to point it out without having to point it out. Then she pushed open a door near the end of the hall. The bedroom was rather plain, light colored walls and a queen sized bed with dark silky looking sheets. Some generic prints hung on the walls that reminded me of hotel room art, and a desk with a computer monitor, keyboard, and mouse on it. A closet door stood open and empty, and the window looked out on the back of the compound. Beyond the slightly dusty glass I could see some tract housing, beyond that what might be a trailer park, and then off in the distance, mountains. 

"Window faces west eh?" I said as I walked to the window and lowered the blinds. The purple sky was already lightening to a deep blue as the sun was rising. "That's good I suppose," I drew the curtains across the now lowered blinds. "If I'm going to be tending bar all night, I'd hate to have morning light streaming in at me when I'm trying to sleep."

I turned around as I heard a soft sibilant sound. Still near the doorway, Ruby had slid the black dress from her body to pool around her feet. She stepped forwards out of the inky cloth pooled around her high heels and towards me. "Yes, sleep, that's what you're going to do right now," she said sarcastically as she moved slowly towards me, her hips still sashaying.

Her breasts were full without being overly large, C cups I'd have guessed, and even in the now dark room, I could see they were capped with two tight nipples and pebbled areola. Her body was lean and fit, and as fair as her skin was, her stomach practically glowed it was so white. Nestled between her hips, a single landing strip of pubic hair, slightly wider at the top then tapering off to a point at the bottom, directed attention to her shaved labia. I licked my lips slightly, and was suddenly struck by an odd sensation. Not arousal, that wouldn't be odd. But I suddenly knew something, I don't know how I knew it, I just did. This woman, Ruby, she wasn't a normal woman. I didn't know if she was a mage, or what. But I suddenly could tell, without a doubt, that she was more than what she appeared. It was almost as if I could smell it.




Old World Magic Ch. 05



Then she was upon me. Her hands, delicate and thin came up and ran across my chest. Her mouth met mine and I offered no resistance to her exploring tongue. I wrapped my arms about her and tasted her. Again, I felt that sense, her mouth tasted slightly of alcohol, whiskey, or a scotch perhaps. She'd been drinking before Adam and I came back. But there was something else besides that, a scent mixed with a taste, combined with a feeling. It was a peppery smell, but also sweet and slightly cloying, but so faint that I couldn't quite catch it. It was a whiff of perfume in a room after a woman had walked through, so ghostly as to be not there.

I found myself focusing on that not-smell as Ruby's hands went lower, unbuttoning my shirt as she went. Briefly the thought crossed my mind that I was glad that Adam had some clothing that had fit me when I'd returned from the FBI building in NYC. Somehow I think an outfit with FBI printed on it might have seemed out of place in this brothel. Though as Ruby finished unbuttoning my shirt and moved to my waistband, I realized that if I had still worn only that sweat suit, I'd be naked by now. I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. 

Ruby finally broke the kiss as she unbuttoned the pants and then slowly lowered them to the ground, pulling my boxer shorts along with them. My cock, quite erect, sprang free and brushed her cheek as she let it free from it's cloth prison. "What a fine specimen of male virility," she said as she looked up at me from where she squat. She took the base of my cock in her left hand and then with her right stroked the thick length lightly. A large vein in the side of my cock began to bulge and pulse as she squeezed the base, and the head of my cock exposed because of my circumcision grew thicker and purple. Ruby let her fingertips brush the pubis at the base of my cock, below my abdomen, "Hairless everywhere I see, not just the top of your head."

I groaned softly as her light touch was quite thrilling, "I'm told my hair and eyebrows will grow back, eventually."

Ruby shrugged as if she couldn't be bothered to care, and then leaned forwards. She planted a light kiss on the head of my cock, then opened her mouth and breathed on it. Her warm breath washed over my cock head and I swear, I could feel it almost curling about me as if it was a living thing. The warm moist breath hugged my dick, and my cock throbbed again. "Yummy," she said as she held my cock upwards. There at the slit of my glans I saw a single drop of clear pre-cum already forming. 

Ruby leaned forwards, and while holding my turgid shaft upwards, licked the bottom of it. Her tongue slid from her lips and the tip, a delicate pointed triangle of wet flesh, started at the base of my shaft, where it met my heavy nut sack. Then teasingly slowly she ran her tongue slowly up the underside of my dick. By the time she reached the sensitive flesh beneath my glans, I felt like I was ready to explode. My body practically quivered with eager anticipation.

Her tongue curled up, licking the growing drop of precum, and she cradled the pearly wetness on the tip of her tongue and looked up at me. Then she let it slide into her mouth, her ruby red lips closing tightly and then smiling as she practically hummed, "Mmmmmmm yes, that is so delicious."

Without standing up she took hold of my loafers and simply said, "Bed, now," in a commanding tone. I stepped out of the loafers and she was quick to snag my socks and pull them from my feet as well. I moved to the bed and lay down as she stood and looked at me. I could smell something else now, the scent of her arousal. Even in the dim light coming in through the blinds and the closed curtains, I could see how wet Ruby was. Her hairless labia was literally soaked with thick, clear, juice. I even saw, as she stood and walked the few steps towards the bed, the wetness dripping from her pussy to touch her inner thighs. A single strand of clear grool connected her thigh to her engorged lips, and I felt my cock throb in anticipation.

She hadn't taken off her high heels, but I wasn't about to say anything as she pushed me back down on the bed and then moved up my body. Her knees on either side of my hips, she took my cock in one hand and lined it up to the entrance to her drenched pussy. With no more foreplay or warning she lowered herself down onto me.

I felt my breath escape me as a wash of pleasure shot up and down my spine. Her slick wetness slid down my shaft, enveloping me in only two thrusts. She took charge then, not that she hadn't been all along. Her delicate hands came forwards and pressed down against my chest. I looked down, greeted by the sight of ruby red nail polish on immaculately groomed fingernails. Looking between her wrists I saw her sodden pussy clenching about my hairless rod as she squirmed above it.

She began rocking her hips slowly at first, her groans soft and subtle compared to my louder exultations of pleasure. But soon she was raising up, her knees pressing against the bed and also squeezing my hips. Every time she rose up till only my head remained inside her slick channel, raising the perfect amount, no more, no less. Then she'd slide back down, letting me fully enter her. Each time was met with a gasping moan from her. I tried to raise my hands up to hold her hips, but she slapped them away and growled. I took the message and lay back, my hands gripping the sheets as she fucked me.

I could feel her squeezing, gripping me, and decided that if I was to be passive in this, I would at least hold out and make her work for it. Several minutes went by as Ruby's pace built faster and faster. Her ass slamming down onto my thighs harder and harder with every stroke. She cried out and bit the bottom of her lip, obviously trying to hold back her own bliss.

I chuckled as I watched a single bead of sweat roll down her neck and slide between her two perfect breasts. Her breasts, proud and firm shimmered with sweat as well from the exertion. She growled, quite literally, and through tightly clenched teeth said, "I promise you young mage, I can hold out as long as you can." I smiled up at her as my hands gripped the sheets tighter. She was probably right, I was getting close as it was. Her finger nails dug down into my chest and I gasped from the pain in addition to the immense waves of pleasure she was giving me.

My eyes opened wide from the sudden shock and I looked into her eyes. I was not prepared for what I saw. Her eyes, which had been hazel when I saw her in the brothel were now glowing. Literally glowing, and they were no longer greenish brown, but were a glowing red. Her face was intent as she fucked me harder than ever before. I saw as she bounced up and down her raven haired bangs were bouncing up and down likewise. I gasped as I saw that there, on her forehead when her bangs flopped upwards, sat a pair of what could only be small sharp horns.

Ruby looked down on me with her glowing red eyes and grinned at my gasp. Her canine teeth were much longer than normal, extended out like fangs from some bad horror movie. "Now you know Mike," she said as she slammed her pussy down on my cock one last time. Then for lack of a better term, she 'squeezed' me with her soaking wet sex. I could hold out no longer and I came. I felt my seed spilling upwards into her and I roared, literally roared as my orgasm took control of my body and forced me into a blissful explosion.

I came and my orgasm was like none I'd experienced before, stretching out for much longer than the several seconds it usually did. I felt my cock spasm and twitch, felt my nuts contract, felt myself releasing load after load of hot spunk into Ruby's wet passage. It went on and on and on, Ruby's body now shaking and quaking as her own orgasm took her body. I could feel her own womanly fluids spurting out, drenching me as her pussy clenched and gripped my spurting cock.

I don't know how long the orgasm lasted, but as all things I came to an end. Ruby leaned forward then and bent her head down to me and kissed my lips with her own. I tasted the sharp tang of blood and knew that she'd bit through her own lip, but she smiled, "Oh yes Mike I will have much fun with you here."

She dismounted me then, juices dripping from her slit to coat her thighs and drip down her legs as she rolled off my bed and stood up. As she did so I saw from the base of her spine extend downwards a narrow tail with a flesh colored spade tip. I was still gasping for air from the amazing orgasm, and could not respond as she turned and left my room. She stopped in the doorway and blew me a kiss saying "Glad to have you here, I can always use fresh meat at my beck and call." Then she turned and left, closing my door behind her.

I lay there for a long time, long after my breathing had finally slowed back down. I'd heard other people moving about the house, then settling down. I watched as the curtains of my room lightened, even with the blinds behind them closed. I stared at the ceiling and heard people talking in another bedroom nearby, not loud enough that I could hear words, but just tone. I lay there as I heard the sound of two people fucking in the room next to me. I didn't know who it was and I found that I didn't care.

I lay there through all of that and thought about what had happened to me. A few days ago, my biggest concern was trying to find a new teaching job that was a decent commute to my house. Since then I'd fucked more women then I had in the last five years combined. I'd cheated on my wife, and then found out she'd been cheating on me. I agreed to fake my own death. I learned that I was a mage, and that there was more out there in the world then what was commonly seen. I'd had my body changed and rejuvenated, turned from a man pushing forty to someone with the body of a very young man. I gave up everything I'd known and everyone that cared about me. I had moved across the country to this foreign place, this desert, to learn at the feet of someone who was my living ancestor. I'd read minds and controlled people's actions with only my own willpower. Finally, to top it off, I'd just had mind blowing indescribable sex with what could only be a demoness, posing as a prostitute in the brothel I now worked at.

I lay there, smelling the scent of Ruby and my passion still filling the room as I thought of all of these things. Then, finally, it all came crashing down on me at one time. All of the new sensations and things I had to learn. All of the new experiences and twists and turns. All of the lies and truths and betrayals and new alliances. It all hit me as I lay there, still moist from the cum of a succubus.

It was then that I finally wept.

To be continued...



Old World Magic Ch. 06



Chapter 6 -- castigo. 

I learned a lot over the next few weeks. Thankfully Adam gave me a few days to settle into my new home before asking me to get started on training and working tending bar at 'the hideaway' as they called it. I learned that Ruby was indeed a demoness, though the term demon and succubus meant less then I'd originally thought they had. Her kind was extra planar entities, what we thought of as demons simply existed in a different way then us. As we ate food and drank water, they consumed mana. On the plane that they came from, mana was as free and common as water on our world. Magic was a given and the world was constantly in flux. But when they were brought through to our world, mana was rare. They would literally starve had these demons not found an alternate sustenance; the emotions of mortals.

Ruby, and summoned demons of her ilk, could draw on the mana that mages like Adam and myself held to sustain their life force on this world. Without that sustenance they would slowly wither, losing their powers, losing their willpower, losing the very drive to exist. Demons that went too long without feeding eventually went mad, turning into little more than insane mortals, trapped, unable to even remember what they were. Ruby even whispered the name of a well known mass murder into my ear, shocking me when she told me that the dead eyed psycho was actually one of these. "Husks" she called them, burnt out demons, totally soulless and without any emotion other than one or two which drove them.

But the ability to feed from mana, they would draw forth energy from strong emotions. But not any emotions, each demon was tied to a specific type of feeling. Ruby and demons, both male and female, like her were known as succubi or incubi. They fed off lust, passion, sexual desire. The old tales of a succubus stealing a man's soul weren't exactly true. Ruby had no interest in souls, but fucking, oh now there was a stereotype that held. She told me others from her world consumed fear, hate, anger, always the primal emotions.

She said I'd be lucky if I never met one of those other kinds. Thankfully demons usually couldn't stay on the mortal realm for long, as they were 'tethered' to their own plane, just as humans were to our world. It was with a detached, angry look in her eyes, when she explained how she was not one of those demons any longer. She'd been trapped on our realm for over forty years. The mage who'd summoned her had skillfully woven a trap for her and bound her into a short term contract. 

Yes, demons could be bound by contract to a mortal. She never explained what her side of the contract was, and I was too scared to ask. According to her, she was a relatively young demon, though I had a sense that her plane may judge time differently than ours. The mage that had trapped her had been only the second mortal to ever summon her. So her understanding of the binding nature of the contracts was a little light, much to her dismay.

Most contracts included a death clause as a standard. That being that if the binding mage died, the demon was freed of the contract. However Ruby's contract did not have that clause, and in her ignorance, she signed the contract without it. The contract had been that Ruby, using her powers would help the mage win back the love of her life. The mage even had a plan in place, and it would be a simple matter for Ruby's seductive powers and shape changing ability, to convince the lost love to return to the mage's side. Once the mage was reunited with her love, she would free Ruby. The plan was quick, simple, and should have gone off without a hitch.

However on the very night that Ruby signed the contract with the mage, her love died in an accident. When she heard of her love's death, the mage selfishly took her own life. Ruby found that she could not, upon the death of the mage, return home. She was stuck, trapped on the mortal realm, but without contract, master, or any sort of guide.

Adam had found Ruby, working as a common street walker in Las Vegas some time later, and recognized what she was, even through her disguise. Ruby likewise recognized the tang of powerful mana about Adam. The two decided to work together for their own mutual gain. With Adam's capital and business sense, they went into business, opening a brothel in Nevada. It was the early seventies, and Las Vegas was booming. They had no problem getting 'Ruby's Hideaway' up and running, using the succubus as their mascot, and acting head madam.

The rest was history, Ruby would change her form every few years, and Adam would 'suggest' to any working girls living on the compound that Ruby had always looked as her new form did. Most girls never stayed more than a few years, so the fact that Ruby always seemed to be somewhere vaguely in her mid to upper twenties never was an issue. There was even a cover story, about how whenever a 'new girl' would get promoted to the position of madam, she would drop her old name and take on the Ruby moniker. I laughed as I saw the line of pictures in one hallway that showed the various incarnations Ruby had taken on over the years.

But there was so much more to learn other than about the succubus that lived in the house with Adam. I learned how the brothel and spa itself worked. Ruby's Hideaway claimed to be a spa that would gladly service women or men in addition to the standard services that one would expect from a brothel. However in reality I learned that in reality it was more of a billing shell that Adam had set up about fifteen years after originally founding the brothel. It allowed people to bill their credit cards for food, drinks, and services that they'd purchase at the Hideaway to the spa portion. Then the billing name on their card statements would read R.H. Spa and Salon. There was also a shell company set up for the brothel with the name R.H. Gambling Services, for clients who felt it would be much easier to explain a charge to something associated with gambling than a spa. In either case, the company names allowed a much more discreet way of billing customers, and one that no doubt kept nosy wives off husband's backs.

There was a spa of sorts. Jacqueline, a black woman about my age, somewhere around forty, was the spa manager and official head masseuse. She was no prostitute, but a free wheeling, easy going spirit. Divorced, she lived in Pahrump, and would show up for Spa hours, which were ten am till four pm, Monday through Saturday. She kept the steam room, massage tables, and beauty salon section of the Hideaway all squared away. On the off chance that a customer did actually want a little pampering, she was quite qualified. However it became obvious that her most common clients were the working girls of the Hideaway.

An outsourced cleaning crew came in four times a week at eight am. Wednesday, and then every morning Friday through Sunday, a crew of six to eight women, usually Hispanic, came in and cleaned the building. On Friday and Sunday a man accompanied them and took care of the grounds as well, including the pool and jacuzzi.

The kitchen was quite well equipped, but with the exception of a serving staff. It turned out that in the mid eighties Adam had expanded the kitchen to be full service, but that not enough customers ever ate in the lounge to justify the additional cost of all the extra food and a cooking staff. So the full menu was axed, and the kitchen just remained for special orders. That's where Kelli came in. Kelli, a pretty woman in her early thirties was the cook and bartender. I worked under her technically as her backup bartender. She'd been a prostitute for Ruby a few years ago, but then she and her then boyfriend had gotten pregnant. They got married and kept the child, and Adam offered her the job as bartender and bar-cook. I liked Kelli, she had a genuinely bright and active personality, never complaining about much. She certainly never spoke ill of her time as a prostitute at the hideaway, though she did sometimes sigh and wish that the hours she worked were better. 

Then there was Malik. Malik was a scary looking guy, short, maybe five five at most, but strong and muscular. His skin was as black as coal and his face was very pockmarked. But most of all Malik had this gaze that could bore right through you, as if he was reading your soul. I even asked Adam if Malik was a mage of some sort, but Adam just laughed and shook his head no. Malik was just a very intense man. In his mid thirties, Malik was the night time bouncer and security guard for the Hideaway. He sat at a desk inside the entrance for hours at a time, drinking nothing more than bottled water, reading a book, and watching security cameras that were fed by cameras about the compound. I knew he had a sawed off shot gun loaded with bean bag rounds in his desk, but he swore he'd never had to fire it even once. Pull it out a few times and wave it at drunk or unruly patrons, but never use it. Of course, he said that his presence was the reason there was never any problems with customers, and I believed him.

The last member of the staff that wasn't a working girl, I'd already met. Estefano was only just 22, and filled a few roles at the hideaway. Like the other staff, he didn't live on the compound, but instead with his mother in Pahrump. His mother had been a working girl for a few years, and Estefano sometimes joked that since he'd never known his dad, it was quite likely he was conceived at Ruby's Hideaway. Estefano was one of the most polite, well mannered young men I'd met in quite a while, so I was surprised to learn that he'd spent 18 months in prison. He'd apparently been headed down a bad path with a gang, and been picked up for aggravated assault and possession of an illegal firearm. He was sentenced to three years, but made parole after 18 months for good behavior.

That's when his mother contacted Adam and asked if Estefano could work for us. She knew that Adam and Ruby would keep her son in line. For the last few years, they had, and Estefano had turned into a model citizen. The fact of which actually gave Ruby's Hideaway a bit of prestige, hiring and helping to reform a convicted felon. But Estefano was, as I mentioned, a very well behaved young man. In addition to being the compound's driver, he also took a turn at any sort of handiwork that the place needed, saving Adam untold hundreds in small repairs, and also helped Malik cover security on his nights off.

Estefano, like the others lived off compound, though he tended to spend a lot of time there, even when he wasn't working. He had free run to come and go, and as such, Adam paid him a salary and never kept track of his hours. If Adam or Ruby needed him, and he wasn't about, they'd page him. He proudly admitted that he never let a page go more than a minute before he'd be on the phone with them. 

But other than Ruby, Adam, and Myself, there were two others that lived on the compound. Working prostitutes, or as they preferred to be called 'girls' or 'party girls' came in three varieties at Ruby's Hideaway. The first type of girl was the most connected to the brothel, we called them 'contract girls.' Because they literally got a salary and were on schedule to be at the hideaway for 5 nights a week. They could keep tips, but they earned the largest pay of all the girls. Two of these contract girls also lived in the house. The first, a woman barely out of her teen years, Cheyenne had a mixed heritage, and claimed she was one half native American. Her mother was a full blooded Cheyenne, which is where she took her working name from. If she had another name, she never gave it. Nor did Adam, who cut paychecks, share it. The other contract girl who lived in the house was a few years older in her early twenties, a blonde with blue eyes and very large fake breasts named Jessica. That was her real name and she had no problem sharing it. Apparently Jessica had come to Vegas as an exotic dancer and gotten caught up with a bad crowd. Ruby had pulled her out of it, and she lived on the compound as much for convenience as she did to keep her away from her old life.

There were three other contract girls, but they lived off compound, all three making the hour commute from the outskirts of Vegas where they lived. After the contract girls we had several 'freelancers' on retainer. These were girls that worked as prostitutes, but didn't want to have a contract with Ruby and Adam. So they were given days to work, and would be expected to show up on those days. Three missed days in a quarter and they were let go, no exceptions. It was a bit harsh, but it protected the company and encouraged girls to go onto contract. The freelancers also got paid by the client, though they had to turn all the money they made over to Ruby, they were cut a check based on the number of clients and types of acts they had preformed during the week.

Finally there were the 'featured acts.' These girls didn't follow the same rules as the freelancers or contract girls. They were usually negotiated on a week by week basis, or quite often for a three day run, Friday through Sunday. Their contracts varied greatly, depending on the demand for them. Most often these were well known or popular strippers or even porn starlets. Their contracts might allow them to keep as much as seventy percent of their fees to the johns they partied with. In addition, sometimes they could set their own prices, though Ruby tried to discourage that, as she felt it took away from the other girls. Featured acts would sometimes stay for the weekend, maybe taking a bungalow, but just as often didn't, making the commute from Vegas instead. 

When I'd arrived at Ruby's Hideaway in early June there were four girls under contract, the two who lived on the compound and two who didn't. But then shortly after one of our freelancers signed up as a dedicated contract girl. A fact which seemed to make everyone quite happy. Over the next two weeks I saw three featured acts come through the brothel. They seemed for the most part standoffish, not really fitting in with the sisterly vibe that the other girls shared.

The method that the johns would pay was pretty standardized, and I was impressed with how clean the payment and negotiation process worked. You first had to understand that every room in the brothel had security cameras, a factor that was clearly stated to anyone who came into the building. Adam said it did cost us some business, that people weren't comfortable being filmed, but surprisingly, not that much. Most johns understood that it was all about the safety of the girls, and that if the girls were safe, they were safe. Plus they said the recordings were destroyed after two weeks as a security measure. We did have one or two VIP clients, politicians and the like, who couldn't risk being taped. We had a special system in play for those few VIP clients where we'd turn off the cameras, but that was a very rare exception, one I didn't see in my first two weeks at the brothel.

But the basics of payment were fairly smooth. If we had a walk in customer, they would come into the lounge and talk with any of the girls working that they liked the look of. It was set up like a bar, so it almost felt natural for a john to approach one of the girls, usually dressed in lingerie, and start talking to them. If the john liked the girl, or sometimes girls, they would go to a small private room and discuss what the john wanted. This is where he'd tell her what he wanted, and if he wasn't sure, well, we had 'menus' for them to look over. The prices for any act, or any length of time was clearly marked, and prices could vary depending on if they wanted combinations. For example it was one price for an hour with a girl, and that included 50/50 standard (oral and vaginal sex). But if the client wanted to add greek (anal sex), that was an additional cost. Likewise pretty much anything else could be negotiated in, like an in room massage, use of a bungalow, GFE, rimming, or even a video tape of the experience. If it was something that our menu didn't cover, the girls were trusted to negotiate a price they felt was fair. Though the menu itself was pretty comprehensive, things like dressing the john up in a dog costume and then letting him eat out the girl's ass while jerking off while a second girl watched and yelled at them both... well... that simply fell out of the range of standard pricing. There were things that were forbidden at the hideaway, and I'd rather not dwell on what those might be.

Once the john, or in some cases multiple clients, had come to a decision on what they wanted, the girl would tap the choices into a touch screen, and if the client was satisfied, he'd tap the OK button. Then they'd come back to the lounge and the john would head to the bar. He'd pay for the services with either credit card or cash (sorry no checks accepted), and then head to a room with the girl or girls of his choice.

The rooms were videoed for two reasons, first to make sure that the girls were safe, as Malik could see on his security screen what was going on in the rooms. But the second reason was to make sure that neither the client tried to force the girl to do something she hadn't agreed, or that the girl didn't try to skimp out on something the client had paid for. Once or twice a client would pay for an act then in the moment, change his mind. The girls did their best to try to accommodate the clients, but there were no refunds if the client decided he didn't want something. Not that they ever asked for refunds. The girls were all very friendly and accommodating.

Most clients simply paid for the 'platinum' package with a girl, which was sold as a 'skys the limit' sort of thing. Anything listed on the menu was fair game and the price was fairly reasonable. One or two of our girls wouldn't do everything on the list however. For example one of our freelancers absolutely refused to do anal, ever. So if during the negotiation that came up, she'd have to tell the client, and then he'd have to decide if he wanted to skip anal, or pick a new more agreeable girl.

The clients could tip the girls with cash while in the room, and that was allowed but not necessary. Or they could add a tip on their credit card to specific girls at the bar. Most customers tipped, in cash. Especially any client who was a repeat guest. But other than tips, the girls would be paid every Thursday for the work they'd done on the previous two weeks. It was a good system once the girl got her first paycheck, but the first three weeks a girl worked for us was a little rough. Adam usually paid a girl after her first week for that weeks work, then 2 weeks later for the second week. It meant that cash was a little tight for them at first, but the upshot was that if they had a slow week they wouldn't suffer overly much. The girls would be paid based partially on how much they brought in by their clients, unless they were contract girls, in which case they also drew a standard salary. It was only a few dollars an hour, but it was in addition to the 'commission' they earned per client. Being on contract seemed like the way to go in my eyes, but some girls seemed wary about it, as there was a no compete clause in it. Any contract girl who ever got caught working on the side, either for herself, a pimp, or another brothel, was immediately fired. 

There was a system set up in place to take reservations. Customers could call Adam's office, request a certain girl, a certain time, etc, and pay over the phone, or on the internet. Apparently Ruby's Hideaway had a pretty nice little website. It was fairly simple compared to a high end retailer, but it got the job done. It had directions to the compound, non nude pictures of the girls, with little messages they had written personally. There was a section that talked about the 'history' of the brothel, and even showed pictures of the various women that had worn the name Rubyand run the brothel over the years. I always found that funny since I knew that it was actually the same woman. Well, demoness I suppose if you were to get technical. I don't know how much traffic the website generated, but I guessed that the advertisements on the top and left that linked to well established sex toy sites paid for the site's upkeep. As far as I knew, the girls didn't get any cut of any money generated from the website. Unless of course it brought in a customer and they serviced him.




Old World Magic Ch. 06



All in all, I thought it was a pretty good system. It was obviously set up in such a way to protect both the girls and any clients. But more to the point, it was quite a huge revenue stream for Adam. Technically he was the sole owner, and Ruby as the madam, was in charge of the girls, but not actually an owner. She had a portion of the proceeds that the club made every month deposited into a bank account in a fake name that was linked to her. But my understanding was that she very rarely used it, only drawing on it for things like new shoes, outfits, and other luxuries. I considered that after forty years of this, she might be a very wealthy succubus, but I was too scared to ask her.

I suppose it wasn't too surprising that over the first two weeks I worked there, I ended up fucking almost all of the regular girls at least once. Cheyenne was kind of sweet on me, and on more than one occasion ended up in my bed late at night when business had been slow. I had no doubt the woman was bordering on a nymphomaniac, because if she didn't have at least one customer a night, she sought out relief after hours. From what Ruby told me, she wasn't concerned if that came from a man or a woman. Though I noticed that she avoided Malik, in favor of Adam, Estefano, or myself at the 'end' of the night.

Jessica, the other resident of the house, seemed almost the opposite. She seemed to be happy when she didn't have to service any clients. Though with huge fake tits, her beautiful face, and youth on her side, she wasn't glossed over very often when there were clients around. The one time I did fuck her, it was about a week after I'd come to the hideaway. It was after our 'lunch' meal and she simply followed me into my room, yanked my pants down and started jerking me off. Before I knew it I had her bent over my bed and was fucking her like a mad man. Afterwards she smiled and said, "Yeah, she was right, that was pretty good." Then dressed and left my room.

I ended up fucking a few of the other girls too, and I think over two weeks, I only slept alone maybe five or six times after that first night with Ruby. The succubus scared me less and less as I got to know her, and on nights when my bed was empty, she'd often ask for permission to join me. Those nights when she didn't, I knew she was with Adam.

It was all a very odd way to live, almost very incestuous in a way. Here I was, living in a house with two prostitutes, a succubus, and a mage who was my mentor, and basically it seemed like we were all just fucking each other. As I said... very odd.

Adam began schooling me as well in control of my powers. I learned first how to defend my mind against others snooping into it. That was the most important, he said nothing I did would matter if someone else could simply cause me to shut down mentally. But then after that he focused on my ability to focus and pick out details when reading someone's mind. The flood of information was too much for me, and I learned to control the flood, to turn it into a torrent, then slowly into a stream, and finally simply a single line of thought that I could manage. Before the first week was out, I was able with some difficulty to focus on a person and 'read their mind' with some effort. 

After that it was work on simple suggestions. It was easier the more simple the suggestion was. The suggestion I'd given the lady on the plane was not too terribly difficult. A simple command like 'stop talking' was generally pretty easy, though with that particularly gabby woman, it had taken some effort. Some commands were so simple they barely required any effort. For example while I was working at the bar, if a client was talking to a girl while holding a drink the suggestion of 'take a drink' was almost effortless. A suggestion to 'buy the lady a drink,' was also easy, but took a little more of my willpower. If I were to suggest 'accidentally spill your drink,' to the client, he'd do it, but that took even more focus.

One time about two weeks after I'd gotten to the compound, I tried to really push it. I could tell that a client was getting ready to ask Ivette, an Icelandic blonde freelancer, to go to the negotiating room with him to settle on a price. He was holding a gin and tonic that he'd barely sipped. I thought I'd see how far I could push the suggestion and tried to get him to 'throw your drink in Ivette's face.' I could see the client tilt his head, almost as if wondering why he'd even think such a thing, but he didn't do it. So I pushed the suggestion a little harder. Nothing except for a slight tremble in the hand holding his drink and again he seemed a little confused. Finally I pushed a third time changing the suggestion to a command of 'Throw your drink in her face right now!'

Well the client seemed to almost tremble for a moment, then in a blur his hand shot up and the gin and tonic went splashing across Ivette's neck and tits. She was shocked and slapped him, while anyone around kind of laughed. I pushed to the both of them that they should forgive each other and get back to discussing the price, forgetting the perfectly understandable accident.

Not a moment or two later, Kelli, the married bartender pulled me aside, "Mike," she said softly, "Your nose is bleeding, you might want to go clean up." I reached up and touched my lip and found a trickle of thick blood there. I thanked Kelli and asked her to hold down the bar for a bit.

After cleaning up I went to see Adam, in his basement workshop of the house, and told him what had happened. He explained how that was the backlash he'd been teaching me about. My magic had created a situation where the client did something that was completely opposite of what he was expecting or thinking. He was, in his head, inches from sealing the deal with Ivette, getting ready to fuck her. So in his mind in his justification, insulting her by throwing a drink at her, would be one of the last things he'd do. But my magic made him do that, and reality lashed back against me for such brute force.

He assured me that as I grew in power it became easier and easier to do what you wanted. But that as a good general rule, you should avoid such blatant brute force like that. Then he said he didn't approve of me causing a problem for the girls at the hideaway and that I'd have to be shown a slight lesson in humility. I felt chastised but he said that I needed punishment for basically assaulting one of the girls that I should be thinking about protecting. I nodded agreement and he sat back and thought for a few minutes while he considered what would be appropriate.

"You're mostly straight, right Mike?" Adam asked me.

"Mostly?" I said, quirking an eyebrow upwards, glad they had finally grown back in along with my hair. "What does mostly straight mean?"

Adam chuckled and leaned forwards in his chair, "Well, you've never sucked a man's cock before right? You've never been fucked by a man, right?" I nodded not liking where this was going. "But, you've had group sex before. You've double teamed girls with your friends in your past life when you were younger. Heck, you even double penetrated a woman at her request. You and your friend, rubbing your cocks together, inside her pussy."

I nodded my head again, it had been a long long time ago, but what he was saying was true. "You've had gang bangs and had other men's cock's, hard throbbing ones, rub you or brush against you. Well, Mike, there's a lot of guys out there who would say that kind of stuff is pretty gay."

"What's your point Adam?" I asked, losing my patience with his line of speech.

Adam frowned and I remembered that I was the apprentice and he was the teacher. We may both look like we were in our early twenties, but this man was easily a hundred years older than me, and wouldn't take back talk. He spoke slowly, "The point is that you've made one of my employees uncomfortable, and also one of the clients that provide part of my financial security. I don't care for that, so you'll pay your penance by being uncomfortable yourself."

With that he opened a desk drawer and drew forth a black rubber butt plug. He held it out to me and I stared at it. He thrust his hand forwards, "Take it," he said angrily. "There's plenty of lube in the brothel, you'll wear it for the rest of the shift. Ruby will check at the end of the night to make sure it's still there. You'll leave it in till she removes it."

"Adam look," I said holding my hands out defensively, "I think..."

He cut me off, "You're my apprentice, you don't think, you follow directions Mike. You forced your will on someone that you shouldn't have and now you pay the price."

I shook my head, "But..."

He waved his hand and I found my voice completely gone, I couldn't speak. "Ok," he said, "I thought you came to me because you were contrite, but that's not the case. You don't realize how powerful a magic user is. You have the ability to reshape reality itself. You can bend people's wills to your own with a thought. What sort of constraints could hold you other than your own morality? What would happen if the world learned of your powers?"

He shook his head, "No, you're going to have to learn what it's like to be forced the way you did for that client."

I found my hand reaching out to take the butt plug. I tried to stop myself but realized that my body was acting without my brain's permission. My body was a puppet and I was an passenger with no control. With horror I watched as my own hand brought the plug to my mouth and licked it, then put it in my mouth. Some sick corner of my mind thanked god that the plug was at least clean, tasting only of latex. Then with one hand, I unbuttoned my jeans, and bent over. 

There wasn't actually any pain as the latex rubber penetrated my asshole. Discomfort, yes, a great sense of unfamiliarity, of course, but it didn't hurt. I expected that it would, but it didn't. I stood back up and re-buttoned my jeans.

My body was once again under my control. I swayed slightly and thought about yelling at Adam or removing the plug. But I knew... knew with absolute certainty that if I did anything other than accept this penance, my next punishment would be a hundred times harsher.

Adam waved dismissively at me and turned back to his desk, "Go finish your shift, report to Ruby at the end of the night, if she thinks you're sorry, she'll remove the plug for you." I turned and left the room, walking funny with the invading latex corking my body. My face and neck were hot and I burned with shame. 

One part of me knew what Adam was doing. He had been instructing me on use of my magic for the last few weeks, and I'd been a good student. But good student or no, he wanted me to be put in my place. He wanted me to understand that he was the master and I was the student. The way he took control of my body was a humiliation. It was a reminder of how much more powerful he was and how little I was. That rankled with me and did not sit well, though I was determined not to let it show.

The next few hours were absolute torture for me. Again there wasn't any pain, but I couldn't think of much else. After a while I actually found a position that I could stand where it was slightly pleasurable. I could feel the plug pressing against my prostate nicely. But the stretch of my ass was something I didn't enjoy. I just kept reminding myself that this sort of invasion was what I got for forcing an act on someone else. I wondered if that was my own thought, or a suggestion that Adam put in my mind, but realized it didn't matter. I needed to be careful with my magical powers. I couldn't use them recklessly for no reason than my own enjoyment.

The last few hours of work were always slow as most clients tended to visit before 2am. While we'd get the occasional late nighter, by the time four am rolled around, I was ready for my punishment to be over. However I hadn't seen Ruby in a half an hour, and Adam had said that she was to decide if I could remove it or not. I assumed she was with a client, and cleaned up the lounge and closed everything up. While the hideaway was technically a twenty four hour a day establishment, they found out that it wasn't cost effective to keep people around all day long. So we locked the doors and there was an intercom for people to buzz the house if they wanted to come spend money during one of the odd off hours.

After locking up and closing the place up for the morning, I looked around and said good bye to Sheena, an ebony skinned freelancer that was leaving after a long session with one of her clients. She waved goodbye and then called out, "Ruby said ya should go ta her room when yas done Mike."

"Thanks Sheena," I called out, feeling a heat under my collar again. Suddenly I felt like a little kid being called to the principal's office.

I walked to the house and found Ruby standing outside her bedroom door. She was wearing a silk robe, and I assumed nothing underneath. She traced a finger down my chest and asked, "Did you leave it in the whole time?" I nodded, there was no need to ask what, and tried not to blush. "Good, then you can go shower, remove it, and meet me back here. Just come into my room once you're clean."

I nodded again and went to shower, though her voice called down the hall behind me, "Don't bother putting clothes back on after your shower Mike, you won't need them."

Removing the plug wasn't as bad as I had been expecting. It felt odd to have it out, almost as if I'd grown used to it, and felt a little emptier, but that feeling passed in moments. I made myself ready for bed time, and then hopped in the shower to clean up. Afterwords I simply wrapped a towel around my body and returned to Ruby's room.

I'd been to Ruby's room a few times before. Not surprisingly it was done as one might expect a demoness who fed on sexual energy to be decorated. Ruby's bed was a huge king sized affair with black silk sheets. Her room was likewise pained in dark colors. At first you'd think the walls were black, but that was simply because she never lit her room well. I'd seen it once with the window shades fully open in the day time and realized they were a deep crimson. There were no electric lights of any sort in her room, but instead were scattered hundreds of candles, ready to be lit on a whim. Other than the bed, and a few small end tables that nearly sagged under the weight of all of the candles, the only other decoration the room had were mirrors. The entire wall behind the bed was wall to wall mirrors, as was the ceiling, leaving the other three walls that almost black, deep red. The carpet was a slightly lighter shade of crimson, that still looked black in the dim lighting. Her whole room was a study in dark, and with the blackout curtains on her windows, I'm sure that she felt most comfortable that way.

I heard the moaning before I even pushed the door open, so I wasn't surprised to see two women writing on the bed. The tall blonde with the curvy body, Ivette, was laying on her back, squeezing her large tits. Lower on the bed laying face down was Ruby. Ruby's face was buried between Ivette's legs, eating the blonde woman's pussy quite loudly. Ivette's hair had been pinned up in a braid around her head earlier, but it was down now, her honey colored locks spread across Ruby's dark pillows, glowing even in the dim candle light of the room. My cock stiffened almost immediately as I looked upon the erotic tableau of the two women.

Ruby looked up and smiled, wiping the back of her hand across her lips, though they still remained shiny with Ivette's juice. "Well, I figured you deserved a special reward after enduring Adam's punishment all night. Ivette was only too happy to volunteer to help after she found out that she was some how the source of your discomfort," Ruby turned to Ivette and asked, "Weren't you sweety?"

Ivette's fingers had replaced Ruby's tongue on her clit as soon as Ruby had sat up. She was rubbing her clit in firm circles and I could see that Ivette removed all the hair from her pussy, unlike Ruby's thin landing strip. "That's right baby," Ivette said her upper mid west accent faint but still there despite her attempts to get rid of it , "Come on over and let me show you how sorry I am." She scooted up on the bed, sitting with her back against the mirrored wall as she continued to play with herself. 

I walked over, dropping the towel and gazing at Ivette's pretty pink pussy. Ivette had perfectly smooth labia, laser hair removal was quite popular in our town. Her inner labia, thick and engorged with her current arousal, hung lower than her outer lips. The beautiful pink lips hung down slightly, wet with her juice and Ruby's saliva, and sat crinkled invitingly. But I stood on the bed and straddled the sitting woman, presenting my clipped cock head to her eager mouth.

With no hesitation Ivette leaned forwards and began sucking on my fat cock head. Her tongue slid around the glans expertly, tickling the sensitive base as she went. I groaned and put one hand on the mirror wall to steady myself from the rush of sensations the blonde was giving me. I had just forgotten about the sensitivity of my asshole from today's punishment when suddenly I was shocked to feel sensation back there.

I groaned as Ruby pulled my ass cheeks apart and began licking my asshole. One part of me was instantly glad that I had made myself ready for bed, cleaned up, and showered before coming here. But that part of my brain was quickly lost to all reasonable thought as the dual sensations of Ivette's warm and skilled mouth on my cock and Ruby's talented tongue on my asshole drove me insane.

Ivette seemed intent on getting me to blow my load quickly, and between her and Ruby I couldn't ever hope to last long. With gusto, the blonde sucked and jerked my cock, her other hand never leaving her pussy. I don't know how long the blowjob lasted for, but I do know how it ended. I felt Ruby's tongue begin to push open the ring of my ass, and intrude into that most secret of places. I was once again reminded of the fact that the pale skinned brunette behind me was not a human as her tongue slid wetly into me far more than any normal human tongue could ever have. I gasped as the long wet tongue spread me in a way I'd never been, one hand gripping Ivette's hair.

Then Ruby's tongue touched off on a spot inside me and I literally roared. Grabbing Ivette's hair I shoved my cock into her mouth. I felt my cock head hit the back of her mouth, and she tilted her head, causing my dick to slip down into her throat. That was all I could take and my cock twitched, swelled up once, and then released. 

Ivette swallowed but pulled away, my dick falling free of her mouth, she jerked my cock. Thick rope of hot white cum splashed down onto her ample breasts, coating the milky white skin and the pale pink of her large round areola. 

Ruby likewise pulled away, her demonically long tongue withdrawing from my backside wetly. I could hear her licking her lips and humming pleasurably as I continued to spurt my hot spunk on Ivette's tits.

Finally I collapsed, falling to the bed on the side of Ivette. She leaned over to kiss me and I tasted the slight tang of my own spend on her lips. But I was too exhausted to care. Ruby wiggled up along the other side of me and forced my head to her before kissing me. If I'd expected an unpleasant taste, I'd have been wrong. There was only that slightly demonic taste and scent she always had, sweet and peppery. She toyed with my softening cock as we kissed, and I felt Ivette's tongue lapping at me, cleaning up every drop my cock had to give.

Finally the blonde stopped and sat up, "Are we good?" she asked. I don't know if she was asking Ruby or me, but we both nodded. 

Ruby reached out and using a finger cleaned a dollop of my spunk from Ivette's large round areola. Bringing it to her lips she sighed with contentment. Then she nodded again at Ivette and said, "Use the house bathroom to clean up before you go home tonight. But before you do that, tell Cheyenne that Mike and I would like her company in about one hour. She shouldn't be asleep yet.




Old World Magic Ch. 06



Ivette nodded and leaned back over, pressing against me to kiss my cheek one last time before sliding from the bed and scooping up some clothing. I waited till she was out of the room before turning to look at Ruby, "you and I need Cheyenee eh?"

Ruby nodded sitting up on the edge of the bed and turning to look in the mirror wall. She touched her lips as if she was fixing her makeup. I knew that wasn't the case however as Ruby was a shape changer. Her abilities as a succubus allowed her to change her shape at will, and that included cosmetic alterations like lips that would be as red as she wanted without lipstick. "You'll be ready again in an hour Mike, don't worry, and I'm especially hungry tonight."

Then she turned to me and I noticed that her eyes were red, a fierce look in her eyes. She glowered at me and I felt suddenly quite weak and powerless. Her slightly deeper voice threatened, "but before she gets here, you and I need to have a little talk."

To be continued... 



Old World Magic Ch. 07



Chapter 7 -- L'offerta

I swallowed nervously. When a demon looks at you with a glowering face and glowing red eyes, and tells you that it's time for the two of you to have a little talk, there's no natural reaction other than fear. "A little talk you say?" I managed to ask quietly.

Ruby blinked once, her glowing red eyes winking out for a fraction of a second as her porcelain skin eyelids fluttered over them. Then she must have realized my discomfort and a smile split her lips. I'm sure the smile was meant to be reassuring, but her canine teeth were extended making the grin predatory. "Forgive me Mike, I'm not upset with you. I'm just feeling extremely passionate about something right now. When that happens sometimes my disguise 'slips' just a little bit."

I nodded and sat up in the bed, leaning against the mirrored wall. "Well, that's a relief," I said pantomiming wiping a hand across my brow, "I've had women upset at me in the past, and know that it's bad enough, without wanting that woman to be a demon with hellish powers. But what did we need to talk about then?"

"Adam," she said, then frowning she stood from the bed. I couldn't help but stare at her lissom frame as she stretched. Her milky white skin glowed in the candle light and her long black hair fell down her back in a river of shining ink. She moved like a cat, slinky yet slow and purposeful. Her deliciously well formed ass, not too small but compact and lean, invited me to touch it as she faced away from me. Her legs spread slightly and I could see the dampness on her thighs and her hairless sex. She always produced a lot of sexual fluid, even though she'd not been touched during this last round we'd had. I wondered if succubus like her were simply always ready to fuck at a moment's notice.

She turned towards me, and my eyes were still staring at that area of her hips, so I couldn't help but notice her swollen mons. Unlike Ivette, who'd left the room earlier, who had longer inner labia that protruded even when not sexually aroused, Ruby's pussy was very tight for lack of a better word. The succubus's current form had a thick and swollen pussy, fat outer labia that hid her thin inner lips. The thin strip of black pubic hair made a landing strip that narrowed towards the bottom, as if pointing towards but never reaching her slit. When Ruby wasn't very aroused, her thick outer lips looked like a glorious peach, but aroused as they were now, the two halves had swollen even further and spread from each other. They were coated in her delicious arousal, a thick and tangy fluid that ran clear and copiously, often flowing so freely that it would run down her thighs.

I drew my eyes upwards, across her abs that were flat and perfect, her belly button a gentle innie that invited your touch. She was lean, but not skinny. You could see the bottom of her rib cage, but not much more of that as she stood relaxed. Just enough padding on her body to hide any of her bones from showing through her skin, something that often ruined the look of a woman who was too skinny. Above that, perfectly formed C cup breasts hung with just enough weight to give them form, but not enough to cause them to droop. Her breasts sat proudly on her chest, capped by pert nipples surrounded by tight areola. Above that, her graceful neck which carried her almost too beautiful face. Her face was vaguely heart shaped, with the raven bangs that dipped to the lowest point right between perfectly manicured pencil thin eyebrows. Her eyes were almond shaped, wide and ever so slightly slanted, with a hazel color to them when they weren't glowing red. Her nose was thin and regal looking, almost royal, above soft bow shaped lips that begged to be kissed and were a vibrant red.

I sighed, realizing as she smiled, that I'd done it again. She chuckled and I asked, "How long?"

"Just a few minutes Mike," she said chuckling and breaking the spell she'd had me under. It was a power play she liked to do every once in a while. She could mesmerize with her beauty, and I realized that I'd let her do it to me. It was quite hard to resist, and honestly, wasn't a terrible hardship either. She put one hand on a hip and cocked it to the side, and I tried to look at her without falling into her beauty again. "Mike you've got to learn to resist that. A seducer like me learns how to mesmerize with beauty as one of their first spells or abilities. It may not seem especially dangerous, but even if it gives them a few seconds, that might be long enough for them to draw a weapon or cast a more dangerous spell without you noticing at all.

I shrugged my shoulders, "But in fairness am I likely to have someone try to mesmerize me that's as beautiful as you are, and stark naked?"

Ruby bent over and picked up her silk robe, shrugging it over her shoulders. It helped to shake off the last of her spell, and let me focus on her words. "Yes Mike!" she said as she tied the sash about her waist. "You're an eromancer and a mentalist. The first part of that means you're likely to be having a lot of sexual encounters. If someone finds out that you're weak after sex, easily manipulated, they'll use that against you."

I sighed, she was right. But even with the robe on, I was still distracted. A while ago, Adam had told me that one of the abilities that we mentalists had was a passive power, a new 'sense' that became second nature. In Adam's case, he saw halos around people's heads that told him things like their current state of mind or what have you. Well, my sixth sense had developed a little differently. Instead of seeing these hidden things, I could smell and taste them. I would get a 'scent' as it were and could tell a person's mood, sometimes their intentions, or if they were lying to me. But right now all I could smell was Ruby's musk. She was extremely aroused, and despite having had a little fun with Ivette and I, hadn't yet gotten off herself. The thick clear grool leaking from her pussy was all I could smell, it's musky tangy scent begging me to taste it, to taste her, to make her cum. I tried to focus on what Ruby was trying to say to me. "So what about Adam?"

"I'm sure you didn't appreciate being punished for such a a minor infraction tonight, did you?" She asked me, referring to my earlier punishment. As a magic user, Adam was my teacher, my mentor, and I was his apprentice. As such he made it very clear how I was to follow his directions and orders at all times. But he had told me to practice using my powers, as it would be the only way to hone them and have them grow. Yet, when I'd run into my first stumble, the first time magic had ever backlashed on me, he'd punished me. The punishment wasn't especially harsh, but it was somewhat humiliating. As a straight man, I did not particularly enjoy being forced to wear a butt plug for several hours. But what had made the punishment truly unpleasant was the way he had forced me. In a moment and seemingly without any difficulty, he took control of my body with his mind. My own body had betrayed me at his whim.

"No," I said coolly, "I would say that I didn't appreciate it at all." I pulled a corner of her silken sheets over my semi hard cock. 

Feeling that somehow since she had slipped on a robe, I should likewise make at least a slight effort at civility. I shouldn't have bothered, she laughed, a smile of amusement breaking her ruby red lips. Her voice came out mirthful, sweet with it's almost girlishly high voice, "Oh Mike, you don't need to cover up for me. I only put the robe on so you wouldn't be distracted. But trust me, I've been around long enough to keep from getting distracted by the sight of a pleasant looking cock." Then almost under her breath she added, "No matter how much I could use it right now."

That caused me to chuckle, she really was aching for an orgasm. Though that gave me pause, she wasn't the kind of woman to deny her lusts. So the things she was saying were obviously important. I asked her to continue, reminding her we had less than an hour before Cheyenne joined us. Cheyenne was one of the contract prostitutes that not only worked for "Ruby's Hideaway" the brothel that Ruby ran and Adam owned, but also lived in the house on the compound, along with Ruby, Adam, Myself, and one other girl named Jessica. Cheyenne was sweet on me I thought, and with her Native American ancestry and wonderfully fuckable body, in another life, I would have been sweet on her as well.

Ruby nodded her head sagely, her coal colored bangs catching and reflecting candle light. "Have you considered why it is that Adam levied such a harsh punishment upon you?"

I shook my head but answered, "I assumed it was to drive home the point that we must not use our mental powers so forcefully."

Ruby sat on the edge of the bed and examined her fingernails. They were of course perfect, dyed red to match her lips, "No, for if that were the case, why would he so blatantly have forced you to do what you did?"

"I hadn't considered that." I answered honestly, "It does seem, in retrospect, a little odd. Scold me for forcing myself on someone, then do that exact thing. So why did he do it then?"

Ruby stood up and paced, "Because he wants to break you Mike. He's destroyed everything that you were already. From what you've told me, your old life is gone, burned. There's no way you could go back to it. Even the US Government has a hand in creating a new life for you now, and I doubt they'd take kindly to you trying to reconnect with it. So he figuratively birthed you into this world. You're his child in a sense, right?"

I nodded and let her continue, "But what always happens to fathers and their sons, eventually, at some point?"

I pondered for a moment and reasoned out where she was going. "The son grows up?" She waved her hand as if to ask for more, "The son grows up and becomes a man while the father grows old and weak?"

"He's afraid of you already Mike," she said, "He let that slip to me. You've got the potential to be a great mage. A very powerful mage, far more powerful in time then Adam is. I don't know exactly how that kind of thing works, but after only two weeks, Adam already knows that fact. I'm also sure he doesn't want to burn you. You're too valuable, and besides, he still cares for you in a mentor / apprentice way. But, if he can break you, if he can instill that sense of never ending fear in you. If he can make it so you never think you're more powerful then he, then you'll never challenge him."

I was confused, "Why would I want to challenge him?"

Ruby sighed and turned glaring, "Maybe you don't want too Mike, I don't know. Maybe you'll enjoy being his little submissive apprentice your entire life. Maybe when he decides that a butt plug isn't enough and he's using his prick on you, you'll get stiff and thank him for his attentions."

Now I rolled off the side of the bed and stood up, angry, "Now wait a God damned second..."

Ruby flinched and it totally threw me off. But before I had a chance to capitalize on her moment of weakness she resumed her tirade, "Well then, trust me, you'll end up challenging him at some point. Because the more your power grows, the more he's going to try to keep you under his thumb. It's not that he actively wants you to fail or be subordinate, it's just that he can't imagine letting you surpass him in power."

I pondered what she said and walked to her window. Pulling aside the curtain I looked out into the early Nevada morning. It was purple with pre dawn light and I could already see clouds moving across the sky, with the mountains in the distance. Ruby moved behind me and placed one hand on my shoulder, wrapping the other about my stomach. Her delicate hand crossed the muscular abdomen that I'd been given with this new body. I felt her breasts, behind the thin silk of her robe, press into my back. 

She whispered softly as she hugged my back, "But as powerful as you may be, if he's your only teacher, if all you ever learn is from him, then you'll never be able to beat him. He'll never teach you every counter to his attacks. He'll never teach you how to see through all his tricks. He'll never teach you his blind spots."

I turned around, letting the light blocking curtains fall back into place, darkening the room again to candlelight. She looked up at me with eyes that were hazel, and her soft body crushed against mine. For a second you could forget what she was, you could forget that she was a demoness, a succubus, a creature controlled by lust. For a moment she was simply a beautiful woman holding her body tight against mine.

But I recalled what she was, while she'd never been anything but honest with me, I didn't know if I could trust her honeyed words. "And who would be able to teach me such things? You I suppose?"

She nodded, "Among others, yes. I could teach you much however.

I felt the crux of this discussion coming, and I gently pushed her away from me. Holding her at arms length, I asked, "What would I pay for such an honor?"

A coldness came over her eyes then. She knew, she knew that I knew. There was that between us, that knowledge. She was not some damsel in need of rescue nor was she some merciful benefactor. She was a succubus, a demoness, and she wanted something. She pulled back from me then and smiled, "No more dissemination then? Fine, I'll give you the full truth of it."

She moved to sit on the edge of the black silk sheeted bed and crossed her legs, causing the robe to fall away, exposing her creamy legs all the way to her hip. "It's simple Mike. I've been trapped here for more than four decades. Four decades in this desert hell hole. While my kind measures time differently than you mortals, that doesn't mean that it's exactly enjoyable to be stuck in one place for that long. At first I thought Adam was my savior. At first I thought he was the only chance I had at surviving."

She suppressed a shudder, mostly, and looked up at me, her red eyes haunted by the memory she was reliving, "I was stuck. The mage who'd brought me here bound me with a contract that I was too foolish and too inexperienced to refuse signing. When she died, I was trapped there, in Las Vegas. I had no idea how to survive in this realm of man. I'd only been summoned once before, and that was to be the sexual play thing of a mortal mage for a night. Even then it was what you'd think of as more than a hundred years ago, and so the world had changed in the intervening decades."

"I walked the streets, my face painted like the hookers I saw. I'd take any trick, and I took the money, though I cared not for it. I just knew that I needed to feed. The worst was when I'd go days without a john, days without feeding. I'd feel myself slipping away then. I was no more demoness at those times than you are now. But something would always come along, a taste, an orgasm, a shot of some fat middle aged man's cum in my mouth..." She closed her eyes, lost in the story, "...always something just in time to bring me back from the edge of oblivion. Something to feed me, to remind me of who and what I really was."

Her eyes opened again but they were still far off, "Then Adam found me. He was old even then, for a mortal I mean. Over a hundred years this man had survived, yet he looked not a day into his thirties. When he fed me his lust... his mana... oh, it was as if everything I'd lost came rushing back. I realized how close to the edge I was and swore myself to him if only he'd take me and care for me. He came up with the plan to open a brothel. All the sexual energy he could siphon off for himself, and enough to make sure that I didn't ever starve again." 

Her lips parted and I saw her fangs again as her face grew angry, "There was only one other thing he could have promised me to entrap me fully, and promise it he did. He promised to try to find a way to free me from the contract that kept me bound here. But he hasn't. It's been over forty years Mike!"

I held my hands out in front of me, "Ok, calm down, calm down. I understand, he broke a promise."

She shook her head, her raven hair whirling out around her as she started to calm down a little, "No Mike, you don't understand. My kind, we take word very seriously. Contracts, agreements, what is said, these things are all very important. My world is always in flux, always mutable, always changing. But if someone gives you their word and then goes back on it, that's the kind of blemish that can follow them throughout eternity. Adam said he would try to free me and it's been decades with me still stuck here."

I suggested, "Is it possible he's still trying? That he's still looking and hasn't found a way to free you?"

Her eyes narrowed, "It's possible, yes, but I don't think that's the case. He has no interest in seeing me free of this place. This compound, this brothel, it's not just his home. It's not even just his major financial source of taxable income, though it is quite lucrative. The amount of sexual energy generated here helps fuel his powers on a daily basis. Being around so much sexual energy keeps him constantly mana rich. You as well I'd imagine. He'd not want to give that up, not easily. Having a succubus on hand running the show makes sure that clients leave happy, come back often, and spend loosely."

I nodded my head, "I'm willing to think about this Ruby, but you can't expect me to simply go against Adam on your word alone. Besides, what makes you think I'd have any better luck freeing you than he has?"

Ruby sighed, "I don't know if you would or not, but you're the first apprentice I've ever seen him take in over forty years. I know that I don't want to wait another forty for my next chance, waiting for him to take another. As for the other, no, I suppose I can't expect you to go against him. But what if we made a simple agreement?"

I didn't like where this was headed, but nodded, waiting to hear her terms.

"Adam can teach you mentalism," she said, "He's the strongest mentalist I've ever met, though I haven't met many. But I know a little about mind magic myself, and in addition I have some tricks that Adam doesn't. So I'll make you this deal, you and I practice together in secret, I'll show you what I can. In exchange, you simply promise me that if you and Adam do fall out, you will try to free me from this place."

I nodded and she held a hand out to shake. I shook her hand then gasped and pulled away. For a moment it felt like my hand was stung by an insect or poked with a hot coal. I looked down at my palm and saw a black mark there. It faded quickly but Ruby stood up and said, "A deal has been struck. Now, let me tell you how I do my mesmerize trick, Cheyenne should be here shortly and we can practice with her."

I rubbed the palm of my hand, "I thought you wanted Cheyenne here so we could have a threesome, I never thought you wanted her here to practice magic with."

She smiled and opened her robe, letting it fall to the floor. She spread her feet slightly and I could see her slick juices literally running down her thighs, almost to her knees. She dipped one finger into her soaking wet pussy and then brought it to her lips and licked it. Smiling wickedly she said, "Who said we can't do both?"

- - -

Several hours had passed and I was feeling exhausted, something I hadn't felt since I'd awoken in my new body. It was closing in on ten in the morning, and Cheyenne, Ruby, and myself hadn't slept yet. Cheyenne had been a willing participant in our training sessions, promising to keep quiet about what we were doing.

"Ok Mike," Ruby said, finally putting a stop to the practice of the mental spells she was teaching me. "If we don't let Cheyenne get some sleep, Adam's going to wonder why she's so tired. She can't keep up with us."

I nodded and Cheyenne seemed relieved and also somewhat tired. "Mum's the word to Adam," she said with a wink, "You don't have to worry about me."




Old World Magic Ch. 07



Ruby laid a hand on Cheyenne's shoulder. Both women were wearing silk robes, Cheyenne having come into the room earlier wearing one and Ruby having dressed during our practice so as not to distract me. "Sweety," Ruby said to the caramel color skinned woman. "We need more than your word. We need you to forget that you were helping us."

Cheyenne furrowed her brow, "You want to cast a spell on me to make me forget what we just did for the last few hours?"

Ruby laughed, a high girlish giggle, "No sweety, spells to make people forget are very difficult. We're just going to make you think you were doing something a little different. I'll assume you have no objection to a nice long threesome and cuddle with Mike and myself?"

Cheyenne looked down and a little bit of color rose to her cheeks. We didn't need to hear her resposne but she nodded her head and muttered, "Of course, that'd be very nice."

Ruby shed her robe and moved to Cheyenne. With both hands she held the young woman's head and leaned forwards to kiss her. Ruby's hands slid down her neck to her robe and slid it from Cheyenne's shoulders, exposing her wonderful body. I drew in breath and felt my cock stir as I watched the two women kiss, one pale skinned the other a lovely caramel color.

Cheyenne showed her native american heritage with an exotic beauty. She was toned, but not skinny, with curves to her body. She had broad shoulders, wide hips, and a deliciously well curved ass. Her breasts were large natural D cups that showed not an ounce of sag, owing to the fact that she was only twenty years old. Her dark milk chocolate colored nipples stood erect and pert, pressing into Ruby's white flesh. She had a tiny brown mole on her right breast, inside the dark areaola around her nipples, a beauty mark really, but one that she was often embarassed about. Her skin was soft and silky, and she worked hard to keep it that way. Her abdomen showed just the slightest hint of fat to it, left over I'd say from her youth. But below that was a pencil thin line of pubic hair that rose from a thin tight pussy. Unlike Ruby's deliciously thick outer labia, or Ivette's succulent swollen inner lips, Cheyenne's pussy was somewhat plain. Thin labia, both inner and outer, hid the sweet pink passage that men paid quite well for when they partied with her. Her clit on the other hand was a thing of beauty; hidden behind a silky fold, it would stand out proudly like her nipples once she was aroused.

I slid behind her as she kissed Ruby passionately, their hands stroking slowly. I buried my face into the dark brown hair that fell in waves from her head. I inhaled her scent, a light jasmine fragrance that was much less cloying than the usual body spray the girls would wear while working, mixed with just a hint of her own natural odor. I didn't need my sixth sense to tell that Cheyenne was aroused, but as I inhaled, I got the sense that Ruby was so turned on, so horny, she was ready to practically rape the two of us. I bent, kissing Cheyenne's neck as I silently applauded the succubus's self control. 

The three of us stood like that for a time, kissing and touching. My hard cock pressing between Cheyenne's full soft ass cheeks. Ruby pressing forwards from the front. At all times our hands moving and stroking across each other's bodies. Finally however, Ruby was the one to break the long teasing. She moved towards the bed, still rumpled from our earlier tryst with Ivette.

She crawled onto the bed and then rolled over onto her back. "As much fun as foreplay is my sweet ones," she purred, "I simply need to be fucked. Cheyenne, I'd love to taste you while Mike takes care of my need."

Cheyenne nodded once and turned to face me, kissing me on the lips and giving my rock hard cock a stroke or two before moving to the bed. I followed her and climbed between Ruby's knees while she took up a position over Ruby's head. Kneeling there, Cheyenne lowered her pussy to Ruby's mouth, and began playing with the succubus's pale breasts. Moaning almost instantly, I could tell that Ruby was wasting no time, so I figured I shouldn't either.

Kneeling between Ruby's legs, I lined the head of my cock with her swollen and sodden slit. She was so juicy, so aroused, she was literally leaking her fluids over the sheets. A small puddle of her thick clear arousal was forming between her pale ass cheeks. Her lips were aroused and spread wide, eager to be filled. I knew that Ruby liked it hard and fast, so I grabbed her knees and pushed them back, up towards Cheyenne. "Hold these," I commanded as Ruby's knees were pushed up almost to the pale succubus's breasts. 

Cheyenne moaned as Ruby's tongue worked on her, but she took hold of Ruby's legs, exposing the demon's sodden cunt to me fully. Gripping my shaft, I wasted no more time. In one fast and hard stroke, I slammed my hips forwards, burying my cock into her.

I suspect that were Ruby a normal woman, and not a hyper aroused succubus who's lust was literally soaking the bed, she would have cried out in pain at the way I forced my entire length into her with one thrust. When I'd been remade, Renia had been generous with those proportions. My old body had a good sized cock, but this one was just a touch over eight inches, and thick, about two inches across. What I really liked was that my old cock had been pretty much evenly shaped along it's whole length, no tapering, decent. But my cock that I had with this twenty year old body was very defined. When I was fully aroused the head of my cock flared out even wider than the shaft itself, and I might say was quite sensitive. Also the veins of my cock bulged out more than I remembered when I was very aroused, a fact that Ruby had told me in the past was quite enjoyable.

Ruby moaned between Cheyenne's thighs as I began stroking my cock into her wet heat, hard and fast. Cheyenne leaned forwards, still holding Ruby's knees, and I knew what she wanted. Our lips met and tongues began exploring each others mouths. But that did not slow my pace. Gripping Ruby's pale hips, I continued to fuck her as hard as I could even as Cheyenne and I made out.

Cheyenne was the first of us to come. She pulled away from my mouth and sat up slightly as she moaned and groaned her pleasure. She ground her pussy down onto Ruby's mouth and cried out, bucking as she came. Ruby was not long behind her after that, gripping Cheyenne's hips to hold the woman's pussy to her face her body began convulsing between us, and I fucked her that much harder.

Her screams were muffled by Cheyenne's sex, but when she came, it was obvious to us all. Her cunny clenched down on my cock so hard I couldn't stroke any longer and thick jets of clear musky spunk sprayed from her pussy. The succubus's girl cum sprayed out forcefully and splashed my abdomen and groin, and filling the room with a musky scent that some how only made me hornier. Wave after wave of the hot, slick, fluid sprayed me until she finally stopped shaking.

She pushed Cheyenne off her for a moment and gasped for air. A purely learned response as I knew she didn't actually breathe. As her cunt eased up on it's vice grip, I began fucking her again, though this time slowly as her feet came down to the soaked mattress, her knees pointing up. Cheyenne lay next to her for a few minutes as I slowly screwed Ruby, until the succubus sat up slightly and looked at us both. "Ass, now!" she commanded.

We hesitated, not sure what she meant, and she lay back down and said, "I said now! Mike, in my ass, Cheyenne, let me taste yours."

I knew better than to argue with her, and pushing her legs back up, put her knees over my shoulders. I slid my body into a better position on the now soaking wet sheets and lined my fat cock head up with the dark whorl of her asshole. I looked up to see Cheyenne sitting on Ruby's face, and I could see Ruby's demonically long tongue already licking between the woman's ass cheeks.

I pressed forwards, Ruby's slick juices providing ample lubrication for me. But still her ass was very tight and I had to work my cock in and out slowly to get it in. Succubus aren't human, they don't breath and they also don't eat. That means that while Ruby had a tight asshole, it wasn't used naturally the same way a human's was. For a succubus, her ass was solely for pleasure, nothing else. So it was no surprise to me that only a few moments of pumping into her tight hot hole, Ruby began to cum again.

Her pussy was pointed more upwards as I had her hips tilted to fuck her ass. So when she came, hot jets of clear ejaculate sprayed up from her to strike me in the chest and neck. I groaned and felt musky droplets of her cum land in my mouth and on my face. The taste was pure sex, and it was too much for me. I cried out, releasing deep inside her tight throbbing ass. I kept pumping my hips even as my cock released hot load after load into her.

Only after I was done did I pull out and roll over collapsing onto the bed. I was panting and gasping for breath, totally drained. I knew why succubus had a reputation for draining men's souls now. I felt like I couldn't move after that orgasm. Even as I felt Cheyenne move over to me and begin licking Ruby's spunk from my face and neck, Ruby likewise was cleaning my lower regions.

Yet all I could do is close my eyes and drift off to unconsciousness, completely drained of all energy.

To be continued...



Old World Magic Ch. 08



Chapter 8 -- per guardare

Adam found me the next day. Technically since Ruby, Cheyenne, and my threesome had happened around ten am that morning, I suppose it was the same day. But after sleeping the sleep of the satisfied for several hours, I thought of my 'mornings' as usually starting around early afternoon. 

Regardless, I was running on the treadmill in the exercise room of the spa. Jacqueline was there, chatting with me, telling me about her daughter. I managed to avoid laughing when she described the teenage girl as being "Only a few years younger than me." Jacqueline of course didn't know I was a mage, or that I'd been born almost forty years ago. She simply knew I looked like a man who was in his prime, early twenties according to the new fake ID that Renia had set up for me.

That gave me pause and I almost slid from the treadmill as it occurred to me. The date of birth on my new drivers license, the one linked to my new identity said that I was born June sixth, nineteen ninety eight. I stuttered because I realized that with all the fucking, learning the business, working as a bartender, and learning magic, I'd lost track of the days. Today was June sixth, today was my birthday. In reality I was thirty nine, though according to my ID, I was twenty one today. I couldn't believe I'd almost forgotten that it was my birthday. I felt like it should matter to me, even though I really wasn't sure that it did.

That's when Adam came in. Jacqueline greeted him in her usual friendly way, and Adam returned the greeting, but then asked her, "Jacqueline, could you give Mike and I a little privacy? I want to talk to him."

She waved good bye to me and left the exercise room, the heavy glass door swinging shut and leaving Adam and I alone. He came and stood in front of the treadmill I was jogging on and leaned his back against the mirrors on the wall. "So," he said slowly crossing his arms. "Trying to stay in shape?"

I nodded, and replied barely winded, "Yeah, I'm going to try to take better care of this body than my last one. I was always athletic, but as I got older I kinda let myself go. Not going to happen this time."

Adam pursed his lips and furrowed his brow slightly. I felt a touch on my mind and immediately envisioned a brick wall. Casting the mental spell of defense with a single thought I kept Adam from my mind. Strangely enough he seemed pleased with that. "Good, good, good." he said, though I wasn't sure if he was referring to my workout or the fact that my mental defenses had slammed into play so quickly.

He pushed away from the wall and spoke as he paced, "I noticed that you've been spending a lot of your mornings with Ruby after work. That's fine, I have no problem with it. In fact it saves me a lot of trouble. She needs to feed after all, and if she doesn't get enough during the prime working hours, well, you and I are the only men on the compound. She can feed from the women of course, but it's nothing, a trifle for her. It's the difference between a hamburger with fries and a side salad."

I punched some buttons on the tread mill and felt the machine enter a 'cool down' stretch as Adam continued, "So, since you're feeding her, I don't have too. While she'd be satisfied with a good fuck from a man, from a mage, it's something else. If a normal man could give her a hamburger, you and I give her a prime cut of Kobe beef with all the sides she could want. She drains mana from us when she fucks us, tires us out, uses our power to stay alive." He turned back to face me, "Soooooo... If she's taking your mana, making you weaker, that's one less drain on me."

He shrugged as I felt the treadmill come to a stop. I grabbed my water bottle and squeezed a full drink before wiping my brow. "Yeah, I got it. Don't spend too much time with her."

Adam chuckled, "By all means, spend as much time with her as you think you can take. Just make sure you're getting enough rest. You can skip sleep as long as you're holding a bit of mana in reserve, or you can let her drink your mana pool dry as long as you get enough sleep, but you can't stay awake with no energy and still expect to learn magic."

I frowned, I had gotten a few hours sleep in Ruby's bed, and woken up next to a still snoozing Cheyenne. I'd gotten used to only needing two or three hours sleep at night, but he was right. Any night that I fucked Ruby, I always needed more sleep. That's why after my one pm lesson with Adam I'd gone back to sleep for a few more hours. In fact showering and than hitting the Gym were the only things I'd done all day other than my first lesson. "You're right, I'm sorry."

Adam nodded, mollified by my apology, "Good, well then I suppose we can skip the punishment then if you're sorry. But you're not here to fuck my whores, be they human or demon. You're here to learn how to wield your powers. One pm and five pm, no exceptions because you're busy giving away all your power to a demoness, understand?"

I lowered my head, attempting to look as contrite as possible, "Yes sir, my apologies sir." Internally I started to feel a little bit irritated. His threats of discipline and punishment were only being said to reinforce yesterday's embarrassment. But I remembered what Ruby had said to me about Adam, that a little deception went a long way with him. Adam thought that he was the big bad ass around here, and I suppose, for now he was. But the fact that he was used to that, meant that he was susceptible to flattery and to people behaving the way he expected them too.

"Good," he said sniffing slightly. I hoped that my 'aura' wasn't giving me away to him, and I hoped that he wasn't actively reading my mind through my defenses. "Well, I wanted to let you know that I have a birthday gift for you, as long as you don't mind it being delayed a little bit?"

My head came up, a gift? I quirked an eyebrow and my eagerness wasn't at all fake. He smiled and nodded, "I know it's a bit impersonal, but I'm going to just give you a thousand bucks, cash." I wasn't sure what to say about that. I hadn't had any use for money basically since I'd met Adam. Likewise in the last few weeks id spent here at the compound that Ruby's Hideaway sat on, I'd had no need for money. Obviously I lived rent and utility free, there was no charge to eat anything in the kitchen. I know Adam said I was earning a wage working the bar at night, but I hadn't seen a cent of it yet.

"A thousand bucks cash, and your pay for the last two weeks... but with a stipulation." he said. Ah hah, here came the catch. "Around the first of every month, Ruby goes to Vegas for a few days. She scouts for fresh young new talent that might want to come work for us. It's the only way to keep up with the turnover, we usually lose a girl every two or three months. We're actually down right now, but Ruby said she had a line on some fresh girls that might work out well for us."

"And you want me to go with her and keep an eye on her?" I asked, slightly confused.

Adam laughed, "No, far from it Mike. I want you to go and have fun, enjoy Vegas, if anything I'll ask her to keep one eye on you. But what I do want is for you to set up a bank account, and deposit at least two hundred dollars in it. Bring the information back and I'll set up direct deposit in your name. Also, pick up a cell phone, you need a bill in your name, gotta have you on the tax roles and paying a bill. The only thing worse than bad credit is no credit after all. Maybe even sign up for a Visa or Mastercard, I'm sure you'll be able to find some place to make that happen once you have a bank account in your name."

He moved towards the door, "But also, it's a late birthday gift, so you can have fun too. Go see a show, do some gambling, whatever you like." Pushing open the door he strode out calling behind him, "It's quarter after four, I expect to see you in my office for the five o clock lesson shortly, don't be late."

The door swung shut behind him and I decided that my muscled had cooled down too much to do more working out. Plus I wanted to shower before the lesson, I'd need to be fresh and ready for whatever other surprises he might have for me.

- - -

The next week went by pretty uneventfully as I settled into my new routine. What I considered my 'mornings' went like this; wake up around noon, grab lunch, lesson at one, practice for an hour or two, work out, take a shower and a twenty to forty minute nap. When I woke up from my nap, it was what I considered my 'day' and went like this; five pm lesson followed by a six o clock meal, practice the magical forms I'd been learning from both Adam and Ruby for a while or read if Adam had given me a text to learn. Then at nine I'd either take a short nap or have sex with one of the girls, something to recharge my batteries as it were. After that, I'd get ready for my 'evening' which started at ten with me going to work at the bar. Usually Kelli was already working by ten and had things under control, but she always appreciated the help. Kelli usually left by around one or two in the morning, which left me alone working the bar till we unofficially 'closed down' the brothel around four am. Technically, the brothel was a twenty four hour affair. But we locked the doors up around four and hadn't had a customer between the hours of four am and two pm the entire time I'd been there. But on the off chance that a customer did come around during those hours, there was an intercom that fed into the phones at the house. After the bar was shut down, it was off to Ruby's room. She was teaching me her kind of magic, and I'd practice there in her room with the assistance of either Cheyenne or Jessica for a few hours. Then there was no getting around it, but I had to fuck the succubus until she was satisfied, which usually meant that I passed out on her bed around seven or eight am. Half the time the succubus and whatever girl was sharing her bed that night kept going, even if I was snoring on the bed next to them. A few times the sapphic shenanigans were so vigorous that I'd actually wake up and drag myself to my own bed just to get some sleep.

I found out that Ruby's room was magically shielded and that Adam couldn't scry on her. It had something to do with an agreement they made, and also it protected Adam from the succubus somehow. Ruby never fully explained it other than to say he couldn't know what happened in her room, even if he was standing right outside the door. That was a mild relief, because the rest of the house was far from sound proof. 

My schedule seemed to work for me quite well, as the two naps, or one nap and then a good fuck with a human girl, recharged my batteries more than adequately. I managed to keep Adam from finding the need to 'punish' me again, though he expressed displeasure at the fact that I wasn't learning 'fast enough' for him and suggested that I might want to take a few days off from Ruby's ministrations if I was finding her too distracting.

What I found very interesting was when Adam began to teach me about warding an area. I knew that this was the type of thing that would block sounds and prevent scrying, like Ruby's room had upon it. But he was obviously no expert in this field, as it was more pure magic than he was used too. So the learning of this was quite slow and unproductive. But he suggested that when I went on my trip to Vegas, it would be a good idea to ward any area I spent any significant time in, like my hotel room.

- - -

It was the evening of July second, or the morning of the third I suppose, when Ruby came up to me at the bar. Her grin was wide and she asked, "Well Mike, you ready to hit Vegas?"

I looked at the clock on the wall, it was a little after three am, I hadn't heard much about the trip since Adam told me about it more than a week ago on my birthday. "Uh, I'm not really packed or anything, when did you want to leave?"

"Right now, we're going to catch a ride back to the city with Candi," she said hooking a thumb over her shoulder at one of the freelance working girls that was sitting on a couch, watching the news. It was slow tonight, slower than we usually were on Thursday nights (Friday mornings). I think the working girls were feeling a bit bored, and that was rubbing off on Ruby. She practically bounced in anticipation in front of me.

"Should we wait till four?" I asked looking over the bar, which had barely been used tonight.

Ruby shook her head, "No, let's go, I'm eager to get to the town and check into our hotel rooms." She said rooms, a subtle thing, but I caught it. We wouldn't be sharing a single room. I wasn't sure if that made me glad or not.

I turned the key, locking the cash drawer on my register, "Ok, let me go pack up an overnight bag."

She shook her head, her raven tresses flying out as she did so. She reminded me of an excited child, "no no no no, anything you want we can get for you in the city. Lets goooo."

I shrugged, relenting, there was no arguing with her, I knew that now. Ruby bounced off to talk to Malik, probably about closing up a little early. I looked to Candi, a very nice woman who was starting to go past her peak years and was pushing thirty. "All right Candi?" 

She simply waved at me without turning from the TV and called out, "Whenever you're ready Mike." Candi's name was actually Candice, but she never liked anyone to use it around here. Apparently she had a part time job during the days at a non-profit organization in the city of Vegas. But it didn't pay very well and she had no benefits, so she worked for Ruby's Hideaway on the side a few nights a week. The money was very good and she appreciated the security we offered. She was a dirty blonde with a great body. Her breasts had started to sag just a little, but modest implants had helped fix that. She claimed she was twenty five, but I suspected that she was padding that number by at least four years, if not more. In any case she was a quiet but bright girl, and didn't have the youthful exuberance that some of the girls did that could occasionally get annoying.

Ruby came bouncing back into the lounge and announced, "Ok girls, we're going to close up a little early tonight. It's my monthly trip to Vegas, so that means I won't be here to watch my little chickadees." The girls in the lounge chuckled and ruby Continued, "As soon as Isabella finishes with her client, Malik will see the guy out, then the rest of you can all leave for the night. I'm taking Mike with me," One of the girls Booed, I think it was Cheyenne, but I couldn't be sure. "I'm taking Mike with me, so that means Kelli is going to be pulling some extra hours. Make sure you're extra nice to her and tip her well. You know how she hates working late."

The girls giggled and then Ruby came and pulled me out from behind the bar. Candi following along behind her. The two women were dressed in lingerie, and pulled me along to the back room where there were literally hundreds of different outfits, including some normal street clothing. It was odd to me to see Ruby dressing in a pair of skin tight jeans and a black silk blouse, but I found it quite amusing that she didn't bother with either panties or a bra. Of course with her control over the shape of her body, she didn't need a bra at all. Though I wondered if anyone else would mind how her pert nipples showed through the dark silk blouse so perfectly.

Candi dressed a little more conservatively, meaning at least she put on undergarments beneath her polo shirt and jeans. But then we were out the side door. Candi had a mid sized Saturn, and I offered to sit in the back seat. My reasons weren't exactly noble, I knew that if I'd taken the front, Ruby would have been teasing and toying with me for the hour long car ride from the back seat. She'd had only one client the whole night, and while it was enough to 'feed' her, I knew she wouldn't be satisfied. 

The car trip was interesting, watching as Candi and Ruby giggled and joked around like teenage girls. Candi was one of the older working girls at the brothel at twenty nine, and of course I had no idea how old Ruby was, but the two of them were acting almost like teenagers that had stolen their father's car for a joy ride. I mostly stayed in the back, quiet, and observing. While my new body made me look about twenty, and my hormones matched, mentally I was still almost forty. I never understood the idea of men that were attracted to teenagers or... ugh... god forbid children. Such a thought repulsed me. Obviously I found a younger woman's body much more appealing than an older womans. Tight breasts, a firm ass, flat abs, all of that was visually stimulating. But the attitude that a teenager had was often such a turn off. Immaturity was very off putting for me.

Maybe one of the reasons I liked the girls that worked as prostitutes at Ruby's Hideaway was because even the ones like Cheyenne, who was only twenty, were quite mature. I suppose whatever happened in their lives, whatever circumstances led them to selling their bodies for money, led to some rather sobering attitudes. Cheyenne really never acted like a young girl, though she could play it if the customers wanted that, but instead like a mature woman easily several years older than she actually was.

But the way Candi and Ruby acted in the car, laughing and joking and giggling, it was very interesting. It was almost as if the harder more mature attitude they had to have during their work day, could be put aside for an hour and they could just act like girls. I was thankful that they left me out of it as I sat quietly in the back seat.

It wasn't until we were coming into the City proper that they seemed to calm down. Ruby turned in her seat to look at me and explained what the plan was. "Ok Mike here's the situation. We're staying at the Casino Royale." My eyebrows, now fully regrown by the way, went up. A James Bond reference? James Bond had been my favorite thing to read when I'd been a child. Ruby didn't notice my reaction however and continued, "It used to be known as Nob Hill until twenty years ago, but then it reopened with the new name and a new look. It's one of the lower end casinos on the strip, caters mostly to low rollers. I figured since you don't have a lot of money, it would be a good place to start your Vegas experience. As for me, well, I could conduct my interviews in a run down Motel 6. So it's all the same to me. We've got adjoining rooms, but I'm going to be gone most of the weekend. But on Sunday night I need you in the rooms with me. About ten-ish I'll start having girls come up for final interviews and tryouts. I want you there to do what you do." She tapped the side of her head subtly, so that Candi didn't see her. But I also suspected I might be needed for more than just my mental powers by the way Candi giggled at that comment.

"So you've got all day Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to yourself." She turned forwards for a moment and pulled her small clutch purse from the floor where she'd set it and dug into it for a moment. Pulling out a business card she handed it to me. It was a card for the brothel, Ruby's Hideaway, but below the business and fax numbers was the number for Ruby's cell phone. "The bottom number's my cell phone. Call me when you get yourself a cell, and make sure you do that this weekend."

I thought about the rather plain, nondescript Visa credit card that had been made out in my name, thanks to Renia when she gave me the new identity. I had no idea what the credit limit was, and had not yet used it. Hopefully it wouldn't give me a problem. Then I realized, "Uh, Ruby, my drivers license is a NY State license. I don't think you can sign up for a contract with an out of state license, can you?"

Ruby rolled her eyes and Candi giggled. I didn't know why but Ruby sighed, "Mike, what, you're going to go get a two year contract with Verizon or something? Don't be dense, go out and get a burner." I had no idea what a burner was, so she let out a second sigh, over exaggerated, "A burner is a pre paid cell phone that you can throw away if you need. There's half a dozen companies that make them, just go into a cell store and buy a pre paid phone with plenty of minutes. You can even pay cash for them."




Old World Magic Ch. 08



I nodded, I'd had a cell phone before, in my old life. It always seemed to me like I was under contract. The thought of a prepaid phone never occurred to me. Then I was taken by the lights of Vegas. We passed the airport, and were quickly at the Casino Royale Hotel & Casino. It was almost practically in the middle of the strip, so I got to see quite a few of the famous casinos as we drove past; The Luxor, the MGM Grand, The Bellagio, Ceasers Palace, and it was right across the street from The Mirage. We thanked Candi for the ride as we got out, no luggage other than Ruby's clutch.

"See you two on Sunday," she called as she drove off.

Ruby turned to me, "Let's check in and then you can get some sleep. First thing in the morning, you need to go get a haircut and some clothing."

I nodded, following the sexy succubus in human form into the Hotel Lobby. Check in was fairly standard, and one of the bellhops came running over to ask 'Miss Ruby' if she had any luggage today. The gleam in the young man's eyes told me that not only had Ruby been here before, but she'd likely taken advantage of the young bellhop's supple body in the past.

Shortly later we were in our rooms. They were nice, very clean and elegant, if a touch drab. Each had their own full bathroom with a shower and a separate jacuzzi tub. They were also connected by an adjoining doorway, and ruby pushed her door all the way open, encouraging me to do likewise. I guessed I wouldn't likely be getting much privacy this trip. 

She began undressing as she walked around my room, looking around, even though both rooms were obviously the same. "Look," I said holding my hands out, "I know you're probably hoping for a fuck, but I want to have mana about me tomorrow and you have a tendency to drain me a bit much. You'll be ok for one night, won't you?" 

She raised one eyebrow and stuck her bottom lip out pouting, "Not even a little taste Mike?"

I sighed, knowing I'd not change her mind if she didn't get a little something. She was after all a demoness. Sex was to her what food was to me, to deny that would be to deny the reality of what she was. Of course she saw my sigh and my shoulders slump and giggled and clapped her hands together. She quickly went to her knees in front of me as I unbuckled my belt.

- - -

I woke some time later, early morning, but light was streaming through my pulled curtains. I heard the unmistakeable sound of Ruby's orgasm as someone fucked her in the bedroom next door to me. I thought about getting up and closing the door separating our two rooms, but rolled over and pulled a pillow over my head instead. I was asleep before they finished.

- - -

When I woke up the next morning... well... close to ten am, which was about as early in the morning as I usually woke. Ruby truly hadn't drained much mana from me last night when she'd sucked me off, and a good night's sleep left me feeling very refreshed and relaxed. I was getting to the point where I could almost feel when my body was brimming with mana, asking to be used. This morning was one of those mornings.

I got up, and not bothering to dress went through to Ruby's room. I figured that I should ask her if she had any good places in town to go for a haircut. I think one part of me also thought maybe I'd put my morning wood to use too. But to my surprise, her room was empty. I poked my head into her bathroom, but she wasn't there either. The bed was a shambles, and there were several empty condoms in the garbage pail. I shuddered slightly, that was one of her more vile habits in my opinion. As a prostitute, she used condoms with almost every client. Not with her regular lovers like me of course, and it was physically impossible for her to catch a 'human' disease. But appearances needed to be kept up, and the working girls at Ruby's Hideaway used condoms, therefore when Ruby had a client, she had to use one.

But of course, as a demented succubus, she enjoyed ingesting cum. So often she'd wait for the client to leave the room and then empty the condoms into her mouth the way a human might tip a sleeve of trail mix, nuts, or candy into our mouths. She even referred to condoms quite often as 'snack packs' which was, to say the least, disturbing to me. A quick mental count put it at four condoms in the garbage, and I wondered if it was just the one young man from earlier, or if she'd had more than one man up last night while I slept.

I found my wallet in the pocket of my jeans, my cash and cards still all in place, so I decided not to worry about Ruby's activities last night. I sat down on my bed and picked up the room service menu and glanced it over. They offered several services, including tickets to the in house movie ciniplex. I grinned as my eyes spotted a particular item on the list. I called down and asked to charge my room for a personal concierge for the morning. I agreed to a six hour charge, and was informed that my man would be up shortly. I smiled, I could charge most of this to the compound's charge account without having to touch my small savings. I ducked into the shower and took a quick shower with the bathroom door open. I wasn't in there for but a few minutes when I heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," I yelled, knowing that if it was my hired concierge he'd have a key, if it wasn't then they'd have to wait. But a moment later the door opened and a trim man who looked to be about thirty or so entered. He wasn't dressed formally as I imagined he might be, but wore the hotel's livery. Immediately upon entering, he must have heard the shower, and turned his back to the open bathroom door.

"Hello, I am your personal concierge. I can wait in the hallway if you prefer?" He called loudly so that I could hear him even though his back was turned and I was in the shower. 

"No no," I yelled, "It's fine come into the bathroom so I can talk to you please."

The man stepped backwards a few steps into the bathroom, and I opened the door into my mind to allow my thoughts to touch his. To say I could read his mind is not accurate, but what I gleaned from him in an instant was that he was a straight man, and while he wasn't uncomfortable with being around other men, he didn't like coming into the room without that foreknowledge. He was professional and took his job very seriously, especially since the Casino Royale only employed two other men in this position. I had just finished washing up and I reached for a towel, wrapping it about my waist. Using another to begin drying off I started the conversation, "Sorry for springing that on you, but I've a busy day ahead of me and didn't want to wait to shower."

I felt his thoughts again and knew that my apology mollified him. He also could smell that the room had the unmistakeable scent of sex in the air. He incorrectly assumed that I'd been having sex all night. He of course wouldn't have known what a very wet squirter Ruby was, and how her musk often lingered for several hours. It made me pause as I realized that I hadn't even smelled it this morning, I must be becoming immune to it, being surrounded by sex all day and all night.

"That's ok Mr. Naughton," he said, "my name is Michelle Beauxmont. How may I assist you today?" 

I didn't detect a hint of a french accent despite his name, and another quick touch to his mind told me that he'd been an American from birth, though his parents were both French immigrants. I finished drying off and said, "I've a laundry list of tasks that need to be accomplished before I can enjoy gambling today." I held out my hand and ticked off a short list, "I came here on a whim and have nothing with me other than my wallet. So I need personal grooming items, tooth brush, shave kit, etc. I'll need a suit, nothing too fancy, but something that will fit me well, also a change of casual clothing, khakis and a polo for example, and of course undergarments. I'll need a prepaid cell phone. Then I'd also like some breakfast, a barber to come up and give me a good haircut, and finally a massage before I go out." I grinned widely as he nodded and made mental notes of everything. I felt rather pleased with myself. Adam had told me to enjoy myself, why shouldn't I charge this all to the brothel's charge card? If Ruby hadn't dragged me out of the bar by my ears, I could have packed most of this stuff.

Michelle nodded his head and waited for a beat or two to see if I had anything else to add. But when I didn't he pulled out a PDA from his breast pocket in his jacket. It looked a bit like a tablet, but smaller. Larger than a cell phone however. He looked at me and asked, "For breakfast sir? What would you like?" I shrugged, I wasn't really even very hungry, but figured if I ate something then my body wouldn't draw on it's mana reserve to keep going. He nodded and then fished a stylus from the side of the pda, he made several notes and then tucked it away. He then left me in the bathroom and I heard him rummaging in the room. I finished drying and with the towel still about my waist went to see what he was about. He'd picked up my clothes where they'd fallen last night and was folding them neatly and setting them on the dresser. Then I watched as he adjusted the table and chairs near the bed, and pulled one out, gesturing for me to sit down. I took him up on it and he even slid the chair in a bit as I sat.

With a TV remote he turned on the hotel room's TV, and noticed it was turned to the hotel's in house channel. Advertising on the screen was the movie playing in the ciniplex as well as several features of the in house casino. He set the remote next to me and then moved to open the heavy blinds in front of the windows. There was a patio beyond, but it was small and unfurnished. He cracked the sliding glass doors open just a few inches and then turned back to me and said, "I find a little fresh air before noon to be best. Before the heat really begins."

I nodded, but could already feel a blast of scorching hot and dry air coming in through the crack. I wondered if the smell of sex was so strong in here that he was trying to quickly air it out before anyone came. But after only a minute or two I said, "actually Michelle, would you please close it? I find the air a bit too warm for my liking."

"Of course sir," he said shutting the glass door and latching it, then moving to the temperature control panel and engaging the AC. I flipped through the channels on the TV for a few minutes before there was a knock at the door. A young man wheeled in a cart and then served me breakfast where I sat, steak and eggs with a cup of fruit, juice, and coffee.

As I watched the young man set up breakfast, I wondered something to myself. Why had the butler, Michelle, suggested opening the door to the patio? He had to have known that even this early in the morning, the Las Vegas air would be uncomfortably hot. I decided to use this time to practice touching another mind. Adam was always telling me that practice would make the images and senses I got from a person's mind, easier to interpret.

I got a sense of who Michelle was, hard working, but he'd made a mistake in his life. Somewhere, some time, he did something he still regretted. I didn't know what it was, but it was something so large that it shaped his persona, it shaped every thought and action. This wasn't what I was looking for and I closed my eyes and bowed my head over my breakfast. I'm sure Michelle would simply think I was saying a silent prayer. But I was probing deeper into his thoughts.

The images I gathered from him, the senses, the feelings, they didn't make much sense. I began eating my breakfast as I thought about what I saw in him. It was like trying to put together a jigsaw puzzle in your head. If you took a jigsaw puzzle, dumped all the pieces onto a table, and then tried to figure out what the image was without touching any of the pieces. Something about me being in the shower, the image of his PDA, the smell of sex in the other room.

I worked the puzzle quietly as I ate my breakfast and Michelle quietly stood by. Then I realized the most basic part of the puzzle, the one thing that I missed that was so obvious, the one thing I should never miss; sex. All of the pieces came together then. Michelle had ordered a masseuse to come up to my room, and he had feelings for her. Strong sexual feelings if nothing more, but at least that. He also suspected that she might take money to give her clients happy endings, and he was torn about that. Most of all, he feared the smell of sex in the room might mean that I'd make a pass at her, or suggest that she jerk me off. Underlying all of this was a sense of jealousy and anger, somehow tied to that big mistake in his life.

After breakfast I had a a meeting with a tailor, or at the least, a man who came in and measured me and made notes in a little pocket notebook, then asked me about my 'taste in suits.' Since I knew next to nothing about suits I told him to keep it simple and classic. I didn't know if that meant anything, but he nodded his head as if I was offering sagely advice. After that a barber came in, and dragging a chair into the bathroom, draped me with a towel and gave me possibly the best shave and haircut I'd ever had, finishing with a scalp massage. I took a shower again after the barber left, to wash off any little hairs that might have clung to my neck. When I was done with that, I found a young man, who looked to be about the same age as me (well, the same age I appeared to be) about twenty standing in the bedroom handing Michelle several bags with the name of a very well known store on the side.

I finished toweling off as the young man left and Michelle unpacked the bags. Everything I'd need for shaving and bathroom ablutions. I raised an eyebrow at the fact that there were condoms in the bag as well. I hadn't specified that, but I wasn't going to complain or nit pick about it. The bags also held some underwear, boxer briefs, which I'd never worn before. There was socks and under shirts, and even a pair of track pants and a few plain colored t shirts. No khakis or polo shirt, but then again those things would need to be closer fitted then track pants that had a very stretchy waist I guessed.

Then, to my surprise, he pulled a 'tracphone' out of one of the bags. The prepaid cell phone also had a time card with it, and I was pleased to see that it was one of those smart phones. I of course, had no clue how to use a smart phone, but was still excited to play with it. It looked like one of those blackberry phones, though I noticed that it was made by a different company. He took it out of the mylar packaging and plugged it into the wall just as a knock at the door drew my attention.

The room had cooled back off, and the smell of sex wafting in from Ruby's room had seemed to lessen, though I could still scent it. I finished toweling off and stood there with a second towel wrapped about my waist as a woman wheeled a folded massage table into the room. She was cute in a somewhat plain way. With the right makeup and outfit she could easily turn tricks, I knew that. But she'd never be looked at as a real beauty. But when she turned and looked at me, she smiled and I suddenly realized Michelle's attraction. This woman had a purely beautiful soul. "Hello sir, my name is Tina, I'll be your masseuse today. If you'd like to lay down on the table?"

I did so and I let my mind touch hers. Her name wasn't Tina, but that didn't really matter, we all have secrets. I probed deeper. She was happy to see Michelle. There was more and I dug as her hands began to work my back. She had a child, no, not just a child, a disabled child. Deeper I went. Her daughter was autistic and she had trouble getting the state to pony up with help. Deeper, I needed to know more. She did turn tricks once in a great while; handjobs if the customer didn't seem like trouble or a cop. Deeper I probed her memories. It was getting tougher, like swimming through seaweed. She liked Michelle, no... not just liked. But her daughter came first in her life. There was more... I could almost sense....

"Roll over sir," she said with a friendly lilt in her voice. How long had I been probing this woman's mind? Long enough that a pair of suits was hanging on the back of the open closet door. I hadn't even heard the tailor return with the clothing I'd been so distracted. Well, no one ever said that probing someone's deepest darkest recess of the mind would be easy or quick. I didn't give any thought to the fact that I smelled something like roasted peanuts in the room. If I had, I might have realized that I was pushing my luck with feedback.

But I wasn't paying attention, I rolled over, I needed to know more. There, that hidden spot. Her daughter's father had fucked her and then left her when she got pregnant. She never had trusted men after that. It was the only reason she never accepted any of Michelle's friendly advances. I wondered if I could do something about that? I found that memory... I thought about my training, about how I could manipulate people's minds. All of the training I'd been doing under Adam seemed so far away now. Now I wasn't just tinkering with simple things like a person's favorite color or if they preferred bangs or not. This was deep, this was a core belief. But if I never tried...

I took that memory, that thought, that part of 'Tinas' mind and mentally held it up to examine it. Like all memories it was both good and bad, sweet and sour, dark and light. I visualized myself holding it as if it were a tchotchke, a porcelain figurine that my grandmother might have had on a shelf on her wall. I took it and turned it, looking at it from all angles. Slowly it began to even look like one of those porcelain figures. I imagined myself holding a very soft damp cloth. I began brushing the dust off it, polishing it so that it sparkled and shone. I took care to get into the cracks of it and wipe away the dirt and lovingly and carefully make it look more beautiful, more precious, more tender. Then I took the figurine and put it back on the shelf where I'd taken it from. It sparkled and glowed and looked wonderful. There was still shadows behind it and in the crooks of it, you could never get rid of all of the darkness in something like that. But it wasn't ugly and horrible anymore, it was a joy to look upon.

I mentally stepped back, the figurine became again a shapeless formless memory. But where before there had been guilt and pain, now there was love for her daughter and joy over the man that had been in her life and given her the blessing of her daughter's presence. The other memories of that man were still tainted, but this one was clean.

I drew back and took a breath. I realized that Tina's hands had stopped on my thighs. I opened my eyes and she was looking off into the distance, a tear unshed in her eyes. I also realized, somewhat to my dismay that I wasn't seeing anything in color. The entire world had gone black and white. I managed to retain a sigh, I knew that this was reality backlash, and was the price of my magic. Adam assured me that as I grew in power, it would lessen in severity.

"Is everything ok Tina?" I asked. 

She started and looked down, "Oh sorry, I ..." She was flustered and I told her that everything was ok. I gave her a slight mental nudge reinforcing that point. Everything was ok after all. She smiled at me, then at Michelle. "I'm sorry, I don't normally wool gather like that. I was just thinking about my daughter."

"How is she?" Michelle jumped in and asked.

I suddenly saw a chance to practice another skill I'd wanted to try out. I announced, "well, I'll be leaving you two alone then. You both stay here and talk for a while, enjoy yourselves." But with that statement I pushed a thought forcefully into both of their minds. I was gone, they should stay and talk and see what happens.




Old World Magic Ch. 08



They didn't even say goodbye. To them I was simply gone. It didn't matter where I'd gone or why. They were alone and they turned and began chatting. I think they could have looked right at me, as I moved to sit in a chair and watch, and they wouldn't have seen me. The conversation started very friendly but formal, distant. I gave another gentle push and told them to get more personal, say the things they wanted to say.

They began opening up and talking. Tina moved to the bed to sit down and Michelle stood uncomfortably. I pushed again, mentally, freeing his reservations. He sat down next to her and they began talking about their feelings. His hand moved to her thigh and she put her hand over it. So close, they were so close. I gave them one last push, not forcing anything upon them, but removing the restrictions they had both put in place.

I tasted the coppery taste of blood in my mouth and knew I was pushing myself too hard. But it was worth it! Michelle turned and kissed Tina. I sat back in my chair and breathed a sigh of releif that neither of them could hear even if they had been listening. I content myself to lay back and enjoy the show.

Things moved quickly between them now that the dam was broken. Within minutes they were laying on the bed, making out like horny teenagers. Michelle's hands were everywhere and Tina's clothing came off quickly. She paused for one moment and I felt her hesitate. I pushed the thought to her that she wasn't questioning this, she just wanted to be safe. *There are condoms in the dresser drawer* I thought to her.

She opened the drawer and pulled out a strip of condoms. "How'd you know those were there?" Michelle asked curiously. I was about to push to him the thought that he didn't care, but it didn't matter, that thought was already there, and he attacked her again with kisses and touches.

Tina was likewise eager and I saw her free his cock from his pants and briefs. He had a decent sized prick, and it was quite hard, curving upwards towards his belly. I touched his mind and knew that it was one thing he was insecure about. He thought that the way his dick curved when he was hard was weird, and I left the idea in his head, that with Tina at least it didn't matter.

I didn't have to do anything to Tina's mind on that front. She didn't care that his cock curved, she simply looked at it hungrily. She pushed him back on the bed and finished removing all her clothing. Then she slid down his legs and bent, taking his dick into her mouth.

She wasn't trying to suck him off, so much as she was playing. She was teasing and exploring him with her mouth, and that in it's own way was quite sexy. I couldn't help but notice, as her butt was facing me, that Tina hadn't been keeping up with her personal grooming. The thatch of dirty blonde hair between her thighs was untrimmed, hiding her sex from view. It seemed odd how quickly I'd become used to seeing little or no pubic hair. I knew, objectively, that her untrimmed muff was 'natural' of course. But it seemed so odd to me. I considered a mental nudge to her to keep up on her own grooming, but the slight taste of blood that still hung in my mouth and the fact that color was only just now beginning to return made me think I'd mucked about in her mind enough for today.

I watched as her fingers pressed between her thighs, rubbing at her sex. She stroked her fur covered petals and moaned softly. I could smell the arousal in the air with my sixth sense, these two were ready to explode. But I still didn't need to get involved, as Michelle asked "Should I put one of these on?" as he held up the condoms.

"Oh please do," Tina said as she came up for air, abandoning his dick. The two fumbled about for a moment and I saw that he had a little trouble putting a condom on. It must have been a while for him. But after a false start it went on and she pulled the rest of his clothing off. She moved up to straddle him and said, "It's... uh.... it's been a while."

I thought at first that her words were a lie, I knew from probing her mind that she'd fucked a client last week for a couple hundred in cash. But then I realized something as I saw the timid frightened look upon her face. She wasn't lying actually. Yes, she'd had sex recently, but that wasn't what she meant. Looking down at Michelle's face, I realized that it had been a while since she'd made love. She cared for him, had for a while, but it had been hidden behind those mental blocks that they both had in place.

"I won't hurt you," he whispered, and I knew he didn't mean physically.

I felt like a dirty voyeur, which, I was, as I watched them. But at the same time I felt an insane rush of energy. Mana was flowing into me from this scene. I didn't need to just have sex to refresh my mana reserves, apparently being close and tied to it also worked.

I watched as she held Michelle's curved shaft and straddled his hips. I actually stood up and moved, unseen, over to the bed and got close enough to smell her as she sank down onto him. His latex encased shaft split her and penetrated her sex. She gasped as she sank all the way down and her eyes flew wide.

"Oh my god," she gasped, wiggling her hips slightly and getting used to the feel of a hard dick inside her. I touched her mind for a moment to see if she was enjoying herself and I laughed as I realized why she was shocked. The curve in his cock was causing his cockhead to press right against her g-spot. I was glad they didn't know I was there anymore, because I found it quite funny.

She began riding him. His hands on her hips, hers on his chest. He was very quiet and I touched his mind to find out why. He was simply and purely happy. He'd wanted this for so long, and he knew too that this wasn't a one time thing. They had connected finally and she wouldn't avoid his question if he asked to see her again. He knew in his heart that she'd let him into her life finally.

I looked at Tina and noticed that her tits were quite nice. They hung a little with weight and time, but were still quite lovely. I reached out and caressed them as she fucked Michelle, and she gasped and moaned as I played with her nipples. I squeezed them and she cried out, "God, Michelle, I'm so hot for you that my nipples are aching. Play with them please!"

I stepped back and his hands took my place. It was interesting, they couldn't know I was here because of the magic, but she could still feel the stimulation. I wondered what else I could do. Licking a finger I moved onto the bed behind Tina. I let my finger drift between her ass cheeks, bouncing along with her as she fucked him. I pressed it to that tight knot of her ass and she began crying out in pleasure. Ahhhh so she enjoyed anal stimulation did she? I pressed my finger into her tight ring and she cried out, cumming as I penetrated her ass with my finger and she rode Michelle at the same time.

I pulled back from her as she came to a shuddering conclusion. And she fell forwards onto Michelle's chest gasping, "That was amazing, give me just a moment." She pant and gasped for breath, then clutching him tightly to her, she whispered, "Roll over?" 

The two managed to roll over so she was on her back without Michelle falling from her wet pussy. He propped himself up then and began thrusting again. She moaned and groaned and after a minute looked up and said "Don't hold back, I'm only good for one and I want to feel you cum inside me."

He nodded and I reached out and touched her mind again. It was true, she wasn't multiorgasmic. She only ever had one good strong orgasm. I could see that connection quite clearly in her mind. Especially since all of the practice I'd been getting lately had been on prostitutes at Ruby's hideaway. I knew that particular connection it took to be multiorgasmic.

I pressed my luck and used just a little more mind magic, making that bridge for Tina. I pulled back and realized that Michelle was getting close. His face was tight and drawn and he was thrusting hard and fast, penetrating her with an almost selfish zeal.

"Oh my god," Tina cried as the wave of a second orgasm took her body, "I never... never... usually... oh.... ooooooooooooh...."

She came explosively, her whole body arching and tightening. That was all Michelle could take and he thrust deep inside her, blowing his load inside the condom deep in her wet clenching heat.

The groaned and shuddered, experiencing their first mutual orgasm, and Tina marveling over the first time she'd ever had two in a row.

I smiled then and moved off the bed. They could stay as long as they liked. I began to get dressed in one of the two suits and left them with the thought that they should stay, order room service and charge it to the room if they liked. They should talk, bond, and do whatever they liked that felt natural. They still didn't even know I was there.

I went and retrieved the cash I had from my dresser and tucked it into the suit. It was mid afternoon and it was time to go do some gambling. I grinned as I left the room and made my way to the casino downstairs. After all that, I was feeling lucky.

To be continued... 



Old World Magic Ch. 09



Chapter 9 -- La Scommessa

You might think that an attractive man, who appears to be in his early twenties with a body of an athlete, but the mind, wisdom, and experience of a man almost double that age, would be enjoying himself more than I was. But despite the thousand dollars seed cash and the ability to alter reality itself and read people's minds, I was having absolutely horrible luck when it came to gambling.

I carried around the stack of chips I had left, and felt pretty miserable. I thought that somehow, my magical abilities would give me an edge in gambling. But the fact is that the only games I really knew how to play were blackjack and poker, and in both of those cases the dealer never looked at his cards before I had to make decisions on my own betting. I'd been playing fairly decent, that is to say in the few hours I had been in the Casino, I was only down half my chips. Some people would call that a huge win.

The casino had no windows or clocks, but I knew it was early evening. There was a certain aura in the air. A feeling of people filing in on a friday night, flush with cash from their paychecks and hoping to win big. The casino wasn't a big roller outfit. There was a room with private tables, but I didn't even bother approaching. Since I didn't know what the stakes were, I'm sure I would have been laughed away for even asking. Besides, the one table that was full in that room was filled with asian looking men who were chain smoking and not speaking or looking at each other. 

No, I'd rather lose my money out on the floor with the rest of the hoi polloi. I took a seat at blackjack table that looked rather empty. I changed over my more expensive $25 and $50 chips which had dwindled quite rapidly, for $5 and $10 chips. I was thinking about giving up on my career as a gambler, using my mind reading to my benefit. Maybe if I left here with a couple hundred bucks, I could pay Adam back for what I'd charged to the brothel's credit card.

I groaned and rubbed my hand over my face as I realized I was going to get it for that move. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time and now I remembered how angry and vindictive Adam could be.

"Bad night so far?" The dealer asked me. I looked up and smiled. She was a cute woman, maybe in her early thirties. She had a lovely smile and a no-nonsense short spikey hair cut. I normally hated short hair on a woman, but something about this one just said 'fun' and I couldn't help but smile back at her.

"Just learning that I'm not as good a gambler as I thought I was," I said as she dealt me two cards. Blackjack was a fun game. I wasn't especially good at it, but I enjoyed it. I looked down at the seventeen in front of me and shrugged, not great, but not horrible. I waved my hand over the cards to show that I would stand.

"Well," said the guy two chairs to my left, "maybe you're ready to hit a hot streak then." He looked about my age, well, my real age, thirty nine. But it was hard to tell, he was wearing a worn t-shirt and faded jeans, and it looked like he hadn't shaved in about four days. He was slouched over and looked tired even though he had a decent sized stack of chips in front of him. I noticed that many of his chips were $25 and $50 chips, mixed in with the lower value ones. It was interesting because since this was a lower stakes table, and it meant that he'd been winning pretty steadily all afternoon and had just been trading up chips to keep his pile from getting out of control..

"Yeah," the dealer said with a smile and a wink to me, "You never know what's going to happen. Handsome young man like you, I'm sure you'll get lucky." She grinned and dealt the cards to the others at the table as I wondered what the wink was all about..

I ignored the other two, a pair of old women who were more interested in gossiping then paying attention to the table. But I wondered what the woman could have meant by what she said. Could she be flirting with me? Was she suggesting that I'd get lucky with her? I put my brain into 'autopilot' mode for a minute or two, playing very conservatively, even standing on a soft seventeen, which I'm sure made me look like a neophyte.

But while I wasn't paying attention to the table, I decided I'd take a peek inside her mind and see what she had thought about me. I could tell that she was happy I had sat at her table. I cracked open the 'door' in my mind and let more of her thoughts flow into me. I lost another hand as I sifted through the various thoughts and emotions she had. I managed to avoid a smile as the mental image came to me and I realized that her underwear had been riding up her ass for over an hour, but she didn't want to adjust it in front of customers.

I won a hand and decided I'd explore that thought. It would be good training for me at least to practice trying to focus on a single thought and explore it. I lost another hand. What type of panties were they? A g-string eh? Black, with a little white flower stitched on the front piece. Lost another hand by busting. Why was she wearing them if they rode up? Because her boyfriend and she got really hot when she wore them for her whole shift and he won money. When she got 'home' she'd stuff the g-string in his mouth and then ride him. Lost another hand when she got a blackjack. Now, what did that mean, her boyfriend won money? This was interesting, and I pushed deeper, the sounds of the casino fading out in my ears to a dull background roar. Her boyfriend was the man sitting near me. He was an out of work brick layer and he had a massive cock. I smiled and examined that, well, it turns out it wasn't massive, just a decent size, but it was far and away the largest she'd ever seen. It was the only reason she let a scumbag like him live with her and talk her into this stuff.

"What stuff?" I asked out loud, so engrossed in the mental drama of sifting through this woman's thoughts and memories, I didn't restrain myself from talking out loud.

All four people at the table looked over at me, the dealer, her boyfriend and the two old ladies. The dealer spoke first, "I'm sorry sir, what was that?"

I waved her off and shook my head, "Sorry I was just remembering something, thinking out loud. Hit me." Busted with a 24, ouch.

I delved back into her mind and tried to figure out what 'stuff' her boyfriend was talking her into. It took me a minute to find the thread of thought I had been following, but I had the chips to lose to play poorly while I did so. Good thing too because I got beat with a sixteen and an eighteen back to back before busting again.

I managed to avoid gasping out loud when I figured out what the boyfriend was talking her into. They were cheating! I looked over at his chip stack and noticed that one 'stack' of his chips he was careful to never touch. It wasn't a real stack of chips. It was a 'sleeve' of sorts. She'd brought home a stack of $5 chips one night and he'd fashioned this 'sleeve' to look just like a stack of five chips. He would bet with it and she would accept it as if he'd just bet $25. Then when she had the sleeve, she'd slide it over a stack of four chips that were $25 or $50 in value a piece. She made sure she was leaning forwards when she did it so that her breasts blocked the camera that was over the table. Then with four chips hidden inside the sleeve, she just had to wait for him to win a $25 bet, then she'd slide him back the sleeve, but the value of the chips inside the sleeve were worth $100 or $200. Then when he got the sleeve back, he'd just wait till he was re-stacking his chips, and he'd slide the sleeve off and set it down, and wait a while before playing with the sleeve again.

It was, quite honestly, ingenious. Even now that I knew exactly what they were doing, I was fascinated and I watched for a good twenty minutes trying to catch them at it. Even scanning both of their minds and watching I almost missed it when he passed the sleeve to her. It was a few minutes later when I saw her slide the sleeve over $200 in chips.

Both of their emotions spiked, they knew that if there was ever a point when they were going to get caught, it was then, when she was 'loading' the sleeve. But they tried to keep the amount they stole to a smaller amount, under $1,000 in a shift, never any more. She knew that little amount wouldn't be obviously missing, as long as they were safe.

She also liked that I was losing a fair amount of chips, because the more she brought in, the less likely it was that she'd get noticed. She also liked the 'blue hairs' or the old ladies, because they were more interested in chatting then paying attention to her or the game. She knew that there was a big time reward to anyone who blew in cheaters to the pit bosses.

Now that drew my interest. I looked down at my stack of chips. I was down to only a few hundred left. Catching a cheater in the casino, and having it lead to a conviction could be worth a thousand bucks. But catching an employee... oooh, they paid out quite well to anyone who caught something the pit bosses and cameras didn't.

I waited a few more hands and lost all of them on purpose. Then disgusted I slid a $25 chip to the dealer and said, "That's it for me, I'm going to go get some dinner, at least that way I have something to show for the money I'm throwing away."

The two old ladies laughed and wished me a good night. I picked up my stack of chips and walked away from the table. I went to the cage and deposited the chips back onto the account that was linked to my room. Then I asked the woman in the cage to speak with one of the bosses, and mentioned that it was quite urgent.

I only had to wait a minute before a large man with a shaved head came out and introduced himself. I whispered to him that I thought I had caught someone cheating and I could prove it. He quickly and quietly asked me if I'd step into his office, which I did. As soon as the door to his office was closed he asked me for the details. I held up a hand and asked about the reward. He explained that if the tip I gave led to a conviction, the casino paid a stipend for honest customers like me. Then he pulled out a form and began filling it out. But he again asked me what I'd seen.

I looked into his mind quickly to see if he was planning on stiffing me out of my reward, but it seemed that he was more interested in catching the cheats than anything else. So I began to explain what I saw with the chip sleeve.

His face went pale white and he asked which dealer it was. As soon as I said it, he punched some numbers into his computer and I saw an overhead view of the table I'd been sitting at appear. The two old ladies were still there along with the dealer and her boyfriend, who's chip pile was quite substantial. He picked up a radio and spoke into it, "Table 48. Shut it down, escort the dealer and the man with the large pile of chips to holding. Comp the two women playing for a dinner and a ticket to the comedian tonight. Collect ALL the chips at the table after giving the ladies a voucher."

He looked over at me and shook my hand, "You're going to have to stay here and fill out some paper work." I nodded and he handed me a pen and several forms. I scanned him again and I realized that the forms were more to keep me busy while he checked this out. He shut off his computer and left the office. I knew that it was locked, trapping me in this windowless room. If my story hadn't checked out, I'd be the one going to jail. But thankfully I knew that I was being honest, and had nothing to hide.

The forms took a little while, and when I was done I stood up and walked around the small office. It was pretty basic, but there were photos of the boss with people I didn't know. I guessed by the fact that the pictures were signed, that they must be someone important, but I didn't recognize any.

About a half hour later he returned, his smile wide on his face, "Mr. Naughton, on behalf of Casino Royale Hotel & Casino as well as myself, I'd like to thank you very much for your help catching these two criminals. I have no doubt that they will both be convicted, and we will be sending you a check, as well we will be comping all your expenses for your visit this trip."

He looked at a small notebook he was holding, "As well as ... Miss Ruby?" He raised an eyebrow as he looked at me, "Just Ruby? She actually has identification that only has that as her name?"

I shrugged, "She's the madam at Ruby's Hideaway."

"Ah," he said, a light of recognition told me that he recognized the name of Adam's brothel if nothing else. "There's one last thing Mr. Naughton," he said as he took all the forms from me and made sure they had been filled out, "My boss would like to meet with you and thank you personally. She doesn't usually meet with the public, so it's kind of a big deal. If you don't want too, we wouldn't want to keep you from enjoying the casino floor of course. But it'd look good on me if you went up and met with her."

I hesitated and scanned his thoughts while pretending I was thinking. He was both scared of his boss, and confused by this. Apparently it was a big deal to be sent to her office. But I wasn't sensing any real danger, so I agreed.

A few minutes later I was in a private elevator. By myself riding up to the top floor of the hotel. I was let out into a rather pleasant looking lobby. There was an older secretary typing something and she looked up at me. "Hello Mr. Naugton, you can go right in, miss Whitefeld will see you." She gestured at a set of double doors on the other side of the lobby. I looked around at the lobby and saw a hallway with glass walled offices leading away. I figured this must be the business section of the Casino, but I really had no clue. 

Ignoring the rest, I pushed through one of the double doors unsure what to expect. I couldn't help but notice the plaque on the door which read "Mz Whitefeld," odd, you didn't see that archaic version of 'miss' very often anymore. The door slid shut slowly behind me as I looked around the office. It was plush and comfortable without being overly ostentatious. The high backed leather chair behind the desk was turned away from me, facing the windows, but I could see a woman's hand resting on one of the arm rests. Once the door behind me shut fully, I heard a slight click as it latched. Then the leather chair turned, spinning to face me.

I don't know what I was expecting exactly, but it wasn't this. Miss Whitefeld was a very attractive woman whose age was hard to pin down. My first reaction was this was a joke, she was far too young looking to be in any real position of authority. Her smooth unlined face, free of any obvious blemishes and wrinkles had the appearance of youth. Her body too, tight and young, and I could see she had pert compact breasts, even inside the dark suit she wore. But then I saw her eyes. It's hard to explain how eyes can be 'old' but these were old eyes. Some might call them wise or experienced, but I saw age and anger in them, smoldering beneath perfectly tapered delicate eyelashes.

She was a brunette, but the kind that you knew would become blonde if she spent enough time in the sun. Her face was a mask of calm and showed no emotion. I was struck by her triangular jaw and thin noble nose. As I was sizing her up though, I knew she was doing the same for me.

Finally she broke the silence and gestured to a chair in front of the desk she sat at. "Please have a seat Mr. Naughton." I did so before I even realized I was moving. I hadn't felt that kind of a commanding voice tell me what to do since the last time Adam had used his powers on me. I sniffed the air with my sixth sense and knew, without a doubt, that she was a little more than human. I didn't know what that meant, not yet at least.

Between her fingers she rolled a casino chip. It balanced on the backs of her knuckles and she rolled it from thumb to pinkie before reversing it and rolling it back flawlessly. "So, you're hear with Ruby eh? That must mean you're connected to Mr. Saks. So, are you a student of his or just a flunky?"

I decided that I didn't want to tip my hand too quickly with her, so I played dumb, "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

She smiled, half of a second, then it was gone. She held out the chip and showed it to me. One side was a standard Casino token, but the other side had been mispronounced. Somehow a series of grid lines had been burned into the chip during the clay baking process. The result was that it almost looked like a W burned into that side of the chip. "Heads," she said showing me the W marked side, then turning it to the blank side she said, "Tails. Now, if I flip this chip, what are the odds that it lands heads up?"

I raised an eyebrow and said, "Um, 50 / 50?"

She laughed and shook her head, "No, close enough to 50% that it's what most people think. But it's not quite, do you know why?"

I shrugged, I really had no idea, nor did I know where this was going. She answered, "Because there's a very minute chance that it might land on it's edge instead of a side. Plus in addition to that the scorch marks on the chip create a slight imbalance in the clay, leading one side to be slightly heavier than the other. We're talking about fractions of a fractions of a fractions of a gram of course, but it's there. So no, it's not a perfect fifty fifty chance, but close enough, right?"

I nodded and she flipped the chip into the air. I watched as it rotated and came down to her desk. It landed and bounced and then rolled, standing up on it's edge. It rolled to a stop when it hit her blotter and then stood there, sanding on it's side and unmoving. I'd never seen that before. She gestured to the chip and said, "That's where we are Mr. Naughton, we are the fraction of the percent. We are the outlier, we are the miniscule number that fucks up the perfect harmony of the universe. Do you understand?"

I nodded, "You're a mage too?"

She shrugged, "I can't do much that's too flashy," she picked up the chip again and flipped it in the air. I watched as it came down and landed on it's edge again. My jaw dropped, the odds on that happening twice in a row were so high that they were practically impossible. "The one talent I have is that I can affect random chance. Dice land how I want, coins toss how I desire, and so on."

I laughed, "Seems like a pretty useful ability in this town."

She grinned and nodded, "Yes, it certainly was back in the day. But these days I just manage my casino and enjoy my life."

I sensed now that she was like me, refreshed in body while retaining her memories. Of course a gentleman never asked a lady her age, but I did say, "and back in the day was...."

She grinned, "Now now Mike, if you're trying to ask my age, you're too young for me to answer that. Suffice it to say that there might exist a picture of me with the rat pack hanging on my wall that most people assume is my grand mother." She chuckled and I couldn't help but wonder exactly how old that made her.

"So what can I do for you then Miss Whitefeld?" I asked, wondering why she'd brought me here.

"Tell you what, you can call me Emily if I can call you Mike, ok?" She asked. I nodded and she continued. "I assume that if you're a student of Mr. Saks, that you've likely got powers similar to him?" She tapped her forehead telling me that she knew of Adam's mental powers. "Which would explain why you caught two casino cheats when my camera systems and staff, which is quite well paid mind you, didn't."

I shrugged, "It seems as if you know pretty much everything Emily, and I know very little. But still, you haven't told me why you brought me here." I was starting to get annoyed. It seemed like everywhere I went lately, people knew more than me, were more powerful than me, were more in the loop then I was. It was getting frustrating.




Old World Magic Ch. 09



"Because Mr. Naugthon... Mike... if you're an eromancer with mental abilities like Adam, I need your help." She said as she reached forwards and picked up the poker chip, twirling it between her fingers. "I can manipulate chance and random events, but I'm also well known as a shark at every casino and private player in town. I can only change my appearance every so often, and it only takes a few big wins before my new face gets out there and gets me black listed from every big game in town."

She flipped the chip in the air and caught it as she continued, "Now if I could set up a player to play for me while I watched, I could help them win, but I can't even get into the rooms anymore where the cards are being played. Major players won't come to my casino because the rumor is that my games are rigged among the elite players. That's why my casino is thought of as a 'low stakes' casino."

She pointed a finger at me, "Don't get me wrong, I do just fine and we turn a profit every quarter, but that doesn't mean I don't have some scores to settle and I wouldn't mind an influx of some extra cash every now and then. Now, next weekend there's a very private, very very high stakes poker tournament being run by one of my competitors. He's been crowing in certain circles about his new facial recognition software that can tell when a person is bluffing, and he's putting on this elite tournament for people who can afford the buyin. The catch is that he gets to keep this little box next to him that has a single LED light. Apparently the computer system in his casino is going to be set up to watch the faces of the people he plays. If he checks the box and the LED is lit, his software thinks that the player is bluffing. Part of the deal in participating in the tournament is that you agree to let this software be used against you, by him."

I nodded, I was following along so far. Casino owner was running a very rigged game. But instead of asking her questions I let her continue. "Now, it's a straight up no limit texas hold em style poker tournament, limited to twenty five players, but the buy in is a half a mil."

I stuttered and leaned forwards, "Half a mil, as in half of a million dollars?" I was shocked, I'd never heard of such a thing before. I enjoyed watching poker on ESPN, and I knew that the previous year the world series of poker had almost seven thousand entrants and the top winner had taken home a pot of over nine million. But twenty five players at half a mil a pop... that was a prize pool of twelve and a half million dollars. I had to ask, "What's the payout look like?" 

"First place takes home seven point five mil," she said nonchalantly. She went on to explain to me how the tournament was set up, and how the casino owner, a man named DiMarco, had set up the payouts for the tournaments. Further how he would be in the tournament himself, and if his facial recognition software worked worth a damn, it would be enough to give him an almost unbeatable advantage. How he was actually putting up two and a half million of his own money to 'sweeten' the pot, it was probably one of the only things that coaxed twenty five other players to pony up half a million when they knew he'd have an artificial advantage.

She grinned, and it was almost predatory, like a shark, when she said, "But that's where you come in. I had originally planned on using a body shaper to change my features and enter the tournament myself. My skills don't give much of an hand, as most of poker is skill, not luck. But instead, you could get your face sculpted and sit in on the tournament in the chair I've already paid for. They'll underestimate you since you're not a pro, and with your advantage," she tapped the side of her head, "You'll be unbeatable, facial recognition software be damned, it won't matter if he knows you're bluffing, you'll know what he has on every hand."

I stammered for a moment, "I... I....I'm not that good yet. I can read people, but not that well, and not that quickly."

She leaned back in her chair and pressed her fingers together. Emily sized me up like a piece of beef and then said, "Would a week be long enough to practice in order to do it?"

I shrugged, I usually only practiced my magic for a few hours a day. "Maybe," I said hesitatingly, "If I had nothing else to do other than practice, if I had someone to practice against who knew how to play, and..." I trailed off, I was almost embarrassed to say the last.

"And what?" Emily said leaning forwards, "now is not the time to hedge our bets."

I shifted in my seat, "...and if I had enough help refreshing my mana, to make sure I could continue to train nearly constantly." Now was the trick. She knew that Adam was an eromancer, and so she'd probably understand what I meant.

Her lips moved as if she was chewing something over and she nodded, "I won't be the one to help you with that. I'm too busy and I put too high a price on my own... ah... lets say leisure activities. However I'm sure we can find you plenty of help in that department. So you'll do it?"

"Whoa Emily," I said, "I never agreed to this. This is a big favor you're asking of me, and so far I haven't heard what's in it for me at all."

Emily nodded, "Fair enough, how's ten percent of the winnings sound, minus my stake of course?"

I pretended to consider it for a moment, but really I was trying to get a read on her thoughts. It was tough, she was a card shark and her poker face went to her mental barriers as well. I stood and walked around her office for a moment, prying at her barriers. It wasn't easy, but I finally managed to tease out a single thought. She knew that 10% was insultingly low, and would go as high as 25 %. She had me pegged for a chump though and didn't think I'd realize the danger I'd be putting myself in. She was hoping I'd just think about 10% of six million. Six hundred thousand is a nice pay day for someone who was as poor as me.

I turned and said, "There's no way I'm risking my life and putting this much on the line for you for any less than a third of the take home. You know I'm worth it, and you know that if I play in your spot, you have a much better chance of taking first, of humiliating your opponent, and I'm guessing discredit his software?"

Emily acted as if she were outraged by my offer of a third, but the truth is she actually considered it for a moment or two before shaking it off. "A third, you've got to be insane. I'm putting up half a million in stake and you think you're worth a third? You even admitted you don't know if you can do it!" She stood and looked away from me, walking towards a window and looking out over the strip. "Twenty percent, and that's far too generous."

I grinned, since her back was turned she wouldn't see the facial expression. "I'll agree to twenty five percent, plus you have to square it away with Adam Saks to keep me for the next eight days. Plus I want a better room, a suite. Full room service and some new clothes. Oh, and you know you'll have to get a fairly steady stream of working girls up to my room on a regular basis, at least two a day. I'll need them that regularly if I'm going to keep my mana up. Plus, you have to tell me the real reason you want this so bad."

She turned around and strode to me, extending her hand. We shook and she said, "Deal. The real reason is that Salvatore DiMarco is an asshole. He's constantly taken business away from me, he's one of the reasons Casino Royale is good and not great. He's edged me out for the world series of poker over eight times now by bidding just a bit better than me each time. But the worst is how he's been crowing in certain circles about how this new software is going to make his casinos foolproof. The facial recognition software will do more than tell when someone's bluffing. It should also be able to read things like anger or regret, and if he can cut back on casino floor violence, or the occasional suicide that happens, his business will easily double. I don't want him to have a single cent more than he already has."

She opened her mouth and closed it, I knew there was more. "And?" I asked.

Emily glowered at me and I'm sure she was wondering if I was reading her mind. But she said, "And most importantly of all, is the brass ring he's dangling in front of everyone to get people to pony up half a mil even knowing that he's going to be openly cheating and skipping to the last table. Stupid bastard is calling it his 'golden ticket.' The winner of the tournament, which he expects to be himself, will receive an automatic invite to any tournament or event he holds in the future."

It all made sense for me now, "and if I win that ticket for you, then he can't keep you out of his casino any more?"

She grinned, "Not without losing face."

"Well then," I said, "I think I'd better go enjoy a little more time in the casino while you make some calls. You've got a suite to prepare for Ruby and myself, as well as what I imagine will be an unpleasant call to Mr. Saks." I smiled and turned towards the elevator whistling a happy tune. Now I really was feeling lucky.

- - -

I didn't have much in my old room, but I stopped there to pick up the new items I'd received earlier that day; my new clothing, cell, etc. I could sense the smell of sex in the room and was glad that Michelle and Tina had left, as I really didn't feel like dealing with the aftermath of their emotional get together. Ruby still hadn't returned, so I scrawled out a quick note, telling her how we'd been moved to one of the deluxe suites, leaving the room number and the spare key card for her to find.

Then I went up to the suite myself. I wasn't sure what exactly to expect, but I was impressed. The walls were decorated with tasteful art, and I got the impression, though it was probably wrong, that it was actual art, not just prints that hung in every room. The suite was decorated in tasteful beige and earth tones, and the furniture was all leather or solidly built hard wood. 

As I entered there was a full kitchen to the left, and the hallway led into a living room with a huge TV on the wall. There was a bedroom with queen sized bed off the living room with it's own full bathroom. Then on the other side of the living room was the master bedroom suite. Separated by another set of those double doors, the master bedroom suite was almost a mirror of the other half of the suite with a few small exceptions. The biggest being that there was no wall separating the 'living room' area on this side from the king sized bed. Also the kitchen area wasn't separated from the rest of the suite, and the whole area felt very open and flowing. The other thing was that the bathroom had a large hot tub in addition to the regular shower / tub combo.

The most impressive thing of all was the huge plate glass windows that looked out on the Vegas strip. From this high up, we had quite the view. Everything about the entire suite was very high quality, I could list all the things that made it so nice, but suffice it to say, I was fully impressed. It was bigger than the first apartment I'd had after college. I opened all the doors inside the suite, and checked to make sure that the two doors leading out to the hall, one on either side of the suite, were locked but not chained. Then I lay down on the gigantic king sized bed and let myself drift off to take a nap.

- - - 

I woke a little while later to hear Ruby entering the suite. "Mike? Hellooooo?" She called out, and I roused myself from the cloud like comfort of the huge bed. Rubbing my eyes I went out to meet her in the living room of the other side of the suite. I closed the door behind me, subtly claiming the other larger half of the suite with the king sized bed as my own. She whistled as she looked around, "Mike, I don't know what you did, but this is a bit out of your pay grade isn't it?"

I whistled myself as I looked at her. I was so used to seeing ruby naked, or dressed like a slutty prostitute, that somehow, the way she looked now made her even hotter. Her ink black hair was piled a top her head expertly and held up in a bun with ornate chopsticks. She was dressed in a classic business suit. The skirt was down right puritanical for her, reaching all the way to her knees, beneath which were her black stockinged legs ending gracefully in classy black high heeled shoes. The jacket she wore was short sleeved, and cut so that it hugged her hourglass body. The tapered waist flared out to her hips in a two button style with wide lapels that showed off her cream colored shirt beneath. Amazingly the shirt, a button down, was buttoned almost all the way up, only the top being undone, giving a hint of her pale white neck. I had never seen Ruby look so professional or covered up before, and somehow, that was even sexier.

Ruby must have known the way I was looking at her, because she grinned taking in my attention. She did a little spin in place, slapping her butt as she did so. "You like?" I nodded and she pulled the hem of her very tight skirt up her thighs to show the top edge of her black stockings. There at the outside edge, I caught sight of the snap for a garter belt. The silken garter traveling further up her leg, but she smoothed her skirt back into place with a wink. I found myself wondering if she was wearing underwear other than the garter. She explained, "The professional outfit makes our brothel seem that much more legit. Once or twice we've had vice squad come in and pretend they were going to go through with the application process, only to make sure we weren't conducting any illegal activities under the guise of legitimate business. It's been several years since we've had a problem with them, but the suit also makes the girls feel more... motivated... to come work for us. Shows that we're a professional outfit." She grinned, "You don't look half bad yourself." I smiled and remembered that I'd fallen asleep in my suit and should probably change into the other, which wasn't as wrinkled, before any girls got there.

"Well, I have to say that this room is much nicer than the one we vacated. I think it's going to reflect really well on the hideaway to have girls trying out here." She gestured to the bags of stuff she'd brought, "Let me store this stuff over on your side, I don't want any of the girls walking off with any of it, then you can help me set up the tripod and camera."

"Huh?" I asked as she started handing me bags. "Camera?"

She nodded, "Yes, we're going to interview girls, and while we are only going to take one or two back to the hideaway, that doesn't mean we don't remember the ones we liked. See, sometimes a girl just doesn't work out for whatever reason, and we still have positions to fill, so we go to our backups. The girls that we liked but didn't pick for some reason. With tape, we can review the candidates at our leisure."

I helped Ruby put her purchases, mostly clothing and a large variety of sex toys, into the other half of the suite, then again closed the door to that side. We set up the camera in the room with the queen bed and prepared the area for interviews and filming. She was bending over the bed, straightening out the comforter as I was setting up the small round table in the room with two chairs for us to sit at. She practically purred and I looked over and she was kneeling on the bed, shaking her skirt covered ass at me, "Want to go for a quickie before anyone gets here?" she asked looking over at me with a sultry smile.

"Well, how long until..." I started to ask the question, but Ruby was hiking her skirt up her legs, up past the top of her garters, till it was bunched up around her ass. As her creamy white buttocks were exposed and her hairless slit, already moist and aroused, came into view. I realized that she was indeed not wearing any undergarments save the garter and stockings. My words caught in my throat as I gazed hungrily upon her succulent slit.

I licked my lips and she nodded her head, "Yes, that would be excellent." Then with that she crawled up onto the bed, pulling her skirt up so that it was fully about her hips. Kneeling on the bed on her hands and knees she shot me a wink, "I'll try not to muss up that suit of yours, but if you don't hurry I may leap over there and rip it off you."

I shrugged, what could you say to that? I knew she needed sexual gratification and wondered if she'd gone since last night since her last orgasm. I knelt by the edge of the bed and pressed my face into her already aroused sex. My nose was filled with the overwhelming musk of her pussy as it began to flow at first touch of my lips and tongue.

It was with great pleasure and practiced ease that my tongue began it's subtle dance up and down her labia, licking the slick cream she produced, my body knowing its way around her body due to hours of practice. 

Ruby moaned and her hand came back across her ass cheeks to grip the top of my head. Far stronger than her slight and skinny frame would ever allow you to imagine, she held my head as she ground her hips backwards, literally riding my face and tongue as I licked her slit and suckled her eagerly.

She gasped out and cried in sheer delight when I tipped my head back and let my tongue explore the tight bud of her ass. I slathered it with my tongue, coating it with my saliva and her own juices, savoring the slightly spicy taste of her skin. Then back down I went to again focus on her sex. Just long enough did I spend there before returning to her tight nether hole, then back lower again. Over and over I switched between her cunny and her ass, orally assaulting both of them.

Finally Ruby screeched in pleasure and came, shuddering and her pussy literally gushing a dripping torrent of her juices down her thighs and splattering across my face. Of course this attention had caused my dick to grow to a painfully rock hard state, but I knew that Ruby wouldn't mind.

I stood up and unzipped the suit, letting the pants fall to the floor and shrugging out of the suit coat, dropping that behind me as well. She had just begun to turn to look at me when I stopped her. Slapping her pale white ass, I commanded, "Oh no, you just stay right there."

Sliding my boxers down I kicked those away and aimed my turgid shaft at the succubus's hot and dripping honey hole. I grabbed her hips and yanked her backwards towards me as I shoved my hips forwards. In one smooth thrust my large cock buried itself to the hilt in her. She again cried out and I could feel the trembling vibrations of her body all the way through my body.

This was no time for slow gentleness though. Ruby was a demoness of lust, and she had awoken my need. Holding her hips I slammed into her over and over. Relentless, brutal, hungry, my cock speared her pussy and worked the juices there into a creamy froth that coated my thick cock. I felt her cum again, and bury her face into the comforter to moan.

I could feel my own orgasm building, but I was feeling greedy. So I withdrew from her and aimed my fat cock head at her asshole. Pressing the glans against her tight bud, she didn't even flinch. But as she felt my head rest there for a moment, she lowered her chest to the bed, resting her weight on her shoulders and chest. Then reaching back she gripped her ass cheeks and spread them wide.

I wasted no time and invaded her tight rectum. My cock was plenty lubricated from her slick juices, and I found the passage easy as I pressed into her. I again grabbed her hips and began fucking her brutally. Her tight asshole clenched at me well, coaxing my own orgasm, and she moaned and panted as if the pleasure was even greater. 

Then just as I felt myself growing very close, I reached down and slapped her bald pussy once. Her juices splattered my hand and it drove her to another orgasm. Her ass clenched and quivered around my prick, driving me to my own peak. I sprayed my hot spunk deep inside her bum, thrusting over and over again as I did so. I would not withdraw until every last ounce of my jizz was deposited in her backside. Only then would I pull back, and watch as her hole slammed shut, as if eager to keep my deposit inside of her.




Old World Magic Ch. 09



I sighed, "Maybe I should hop in the shower?" I said, aware that I was now slightly sweaty and that the room absolutely reeked of succubus musk.

She nodded and stood up, straightening her skirt out. "I think," she said with a devious grin, "I'll just keep a good hold on your gift. It will keep me warm and wet as we do our interviews." She smirked and made a 'shooing' gesture, as if telling me to hurry along and shower.

I simply sighed. One should never underestimate the deviance of a succubus.

To be continued....



Old World Magic Ch. 10



Chapter 10 - prego

The actual interviews of the prostitutes was kind of boring. I didn't expect some giant fuck and suck fest, but I also was expecting a little more than what basically was a job interview. Apparently Ruby had been out all day contacting different freelance girls and well known pimps in the area. If she liked a girl and wanted to hire her for the hideaway, the freelancer would get a lucrative contract offered. If the girl had a pimp, Ruby would offer to 'buy' the girl's services, of course, that was if the girl wanted to work at the hideaway. Though most every girl did, there was a lot more security both personally and financially to working in a brothel as opposed to the streets or some in call service.

So the girls showed up at staggered times, many of them with boyfriends, body guards, or their pimps, but some of them alone as well. They all had their paper work with them and ready to go or they didn't get an interview. The paperwork consisted of medical health check by licensed doctors, no less than seven days old, an application form filled out fully, and a release form to be signed saying that they would be filmed for the interview.

My job was quite simple. I sat at the table with Ruby as a girl would sit on the bed and be interviewed by Ruby. I would stay quiet and take notes, or at least pretend to take notes. But really what I was doing was scanning their minds for any serious red flags. Drug use beyond pot or the rarest use of anything else recreational was a red flag. Ruby didn't want any addicts in her brothel, though she understood that sometimes a girl had to do a line with a customer or drop some E to make her john feel good. Likewise, if a girl was falsifying any of the info she'd brought along, or had caught something since her weekly doctor's visit, I was to immediately let Ruby know. Ruby would short the interview and mark the girl as black listed. Ruby ran a strictly disease free establishment, not a single girl of hers had ever passed on a STD to a client in the entire history of the brothel, and she wouldn't break that record.

Most of the girls were quite honest and weren't hiding anything, which made my job sort of boring. I tried to remind myself that reading their thoughts would be good practice for the poker tournament next weekend, but it still was repetitive. After the fifth girl, I began to see a pattern emerging. Alcoholic parents, dead beat or absentee father, or some family member that fiddled with them at an early age seemed to be a pretty common theme. Though I had to admit there were actually quite a few girls that simply thought they had very little to offer other than their looks, and were trying to cash in while they had them. Admittedly, Ruby had only allowed very attractive and young girls to come in for interviews, the oldest woman was thirty one, though her application said twenty six that was an obvious lie. A lie that cost her her chances, Ruby didn't take to people who lied about such unimportant things as age.

Most of the questions that Ruby asked were fairly tame; job experience, schooling, history, why the girl wanted to work at the brothel, etc. But there were also some personal questions as well, sexual history, what sort of acts the girl thought she did well or preferred. Then each interview ended with the girl taking her clothing off and slowly showing her body to the camera. This was surprisingly non sexual, and Ruby only asked once or twice for a girl to do more than a simple slow spin. One woman had very large, heavy, hanging tits, obviously fake, and Ruby asked her to lift them so she could see the underside. I realized this was because Ruby wanted to see the extent of the scarring underneath. But for the most part the interviews were very clinical.

A surprising number assumed that I was there for some sort of sexual function, and at the end of the interview most asked if I was going to fuck them on camera or if they were going to suck me off. After about the fifth time this was asked, I began to grow tired of hearing it, but I kept my mouth shut. Almost every girl had a card or some sort of contact info that they left with us.

Each girl got their own file folder, a simple plain manilla one, and into it Ruby put all the documentation. I kept my own notes as well, and one girl, a redhead named Erin, really peaked my interest. I 'pushed' the mental suggestion that after she was dismissed by Ruby, she should take the night off from trying to work. Maybe she should just go down to the bar and grill downstairs, have a nice meal, and relax and watch TV. I had a sneaking suspicion that I'd be calling her up to my room later and I wanted her available.

The only real standout of all the girls we interviewed wasn't even a girl. As soon as Jade entered the room, my sixth sense immediately sensed something a little different about this girl. She looked like a very pretty woman of Asian descent, but with blonde hair. Her black eyebrows, perfectly sculpted, of course showed that her hair color came from a bottle. She sat down demurely and began answering her questions as I probed her mind. It didn't take me long to realize that Jade had been born a man and until a few years ago, his name had been John Wu. Legally she'd had it changed to Jade Wu, and had been on hormone treatments for a little over five years. Outwardly, with her clothing on, she looked just like a woman. There was a slight bulge in her neck where the Adams apple was, but it was so slight you wouldn't see it unless you were looking for it. Otherwise I didn't see any outwardly recognizable male characteristics. Even her hands were small, delicate, and dainty.

I scanned her deeper and found that she was interested in hooking because most transgendered prostitutes looked no where near as beautiful as her, and it caused a lot of problems. She'd had a short term contract with one of the pornography outfits in LA, but when her contract had expired, they'd offered her a renewal at half the price, and she'd turned it down. She was saving for an operation of gender reassignment, but since coming to Vegas, her fortunes had turned and her savings were dwindling, not growing.

It came out fairly soon into the interview of course, and Ruby seemed to act non-plussed, but I could tell with my sixth sense that she was intrigued. I could smell the pheromone level in the air spike as she grew horny thinking about this woman who had a cock. So I wasn't surprised when Ruby asked Jade to strip down, and this part lasted longer than the other girls.

Jade's cock was soft and rather unremarkable. Though I will say she didn't skimp on beauty treatments, and whoever had waxed her had done a good job, I didn't see any hair on her body at all. Her body was distinctly feminine, with just a hint of blockiness about the shoulders and waist, but certainly not enough to throw a person off. But her smallish, uncircumcised penis sat sadly atop her tight brown ball sack, and she seemed almost embarrassed.

"Can you get hard?" Ruby asked pointing at Jade's small flaccid cock. The way she asked was very clinical and dispassionate, but I knew her, I knew she was growing excited by this. I'd have to ask her why later.

"A little," Jade answered, biting her lip in a distinctly feminine way. 

Ruby made a note on her forms in front of her then looked up. There was several moments of silence before she gestured to Jade and said, "Ok, well... show us please."

Jade sighed and nodded, then pulling on her ball bag in one hand, she began manipulating her soft cock with her other. It seemed to take a while, and I felt bad for the transgendered woman. But then I remembered that she'd done porn, so she must be used to this. I touched her mind and found that she wasn't used to preforming like this, alone, on command, with no lead up. I knew what would help.

"Jade," I said, speaking for the first time since she'd entered the room. She looked up, surprised. "In the nightstand next to the bed, there are some sex toys and lube if you think those would help."

"Oh!" she said smiling, "Yes, thank you." She went and pulled a butt plug from the drawer. Sliding a condom over it, she licked it and drooled all over it before setting it on the bed and slowly sitting down on it. Once the entire toy had disappeared into her ass, she resumed touching her cock. It had already begun to swell before her hands even got to it, but it quickly grew firm now that she was being stimulated anally.

In only a few minutes she was stroking a slightly small, and mostly hard cock. There was still a little bit of softness to the cock and it couldn't have been more than four and a half inches long. But still, she'd pulled the foreskin back and the shiny semi hard dick slid back and forth under her fist as she pumped it and rocked back and forth on the bed, pleasuring herself with the butt plug.

"Now stand and do a turn for us." Ruby commanded. Jade did so and her cock, smallish and only semi hard, flopped down to point at the floor as she stood up. It stayed mostly hard, but I could tell that Ruby was used to more out of any cock she took. "Ok thank you," Ruby said gesturing that Jade was done. "You can go clean up in the bathroom before you leave, we will be in touch with you tomorrow. Thank you for coming in."

Jade nodded and picked up her clothing and went into the bathroom. Ruby looked over at me, excited and said, "I don't think Adam would go for a transgendered woman in his brothel. But you never know. What do you say Mike, wanna take her for a test drive? You can fuck her ass while I try to see if I can make her any harder. I usually prerecord them bigger than that little guy, but hey, she's kinda sexy, she's really got something going on, ya know?"

I shrugged, "Eh, I kind of liked Erin from earlier to be honest. I was going to give her a call in a bit. I don't know if the trans thing is really doing it for me."

"Erin?!" Ruby exclaimed, "That little slip of nothing? What did you like about her?" I shrugged, I didn't feel the need to explain it to her. But Ruby bit her lip and thought for a moment, "I wasn't even going to call her back for round two of the interviews tomorrow night, but if you saw something in her I might have too."

"I thought she was pretty sexy, what didn't you like about her?" I asked, referring to the prostitute I had found exciting earlier in the night.

Ruby shook her head, "She seems so... uninteresting... so plain. Just so vanilla."

I knew that sexually, once alone, Erin was anything but plain. But I kept that to myself for just now and instead told Ruby, "Yes, but some men like plain and normal. We only have one girl at the hideaway who doesn't have large breasts."

"Yes," Ruby said arguing with me, "But Ray-ray is one of our lowest earners. She's talked about getting breast implants forever."

"Talked about it, yes, but she has had the money and hasn't. Why? Because there are some customers who like girls who are a little more petite. Ray-ray has clients who..." I stopped talking as Jade came back out of the bathroom fully dressed.

"I uh," she pointed behind her, "I washed the toy and left it on the sink if that's ok?"

Ruby nodded, "That's fine, thank you Jade, we'll be in touch, let me show you out." I couldn't help but notice, as Ruby got up to walk Jade out, that there was a damp triangle of wetness on her skirt. I chuckled knowing that it was from her wet pussy sitting on the fabric. She was masterful at how she avoided showing that wet patch on her clothing to anyone but me.

- - -

Later that night, early into saturday morning, but well before the sun rose, I picked up the hotel phone and flopped back onto my king sized bed. Ruby and I had discussed the fifteen or so different girls that she'd interviewed at great length, then she'd offered again to share Jade with me. She was going to call Jade back for a personal interview of a much more personal nature. I declined and went to my half of the suite, closing off the door between our two portions, and then locking the door between. 

Erin's phone rang three times before she answered it. The sound of club music thumping in the background made it nearly impossible to hear, but I could hear her yelling, "Hang on, let me get somewhere quiet."

A moment or two of the loud music and then finally it became quiet, "This is Erin," she said simply. There was no other qualifiers, if you didn't know who you'd called, you wouldn't have known that you'd just dialed a prostitute.

"Erin," I said, "This is Mike. We met earlier tonight."

"I'm not really in the mood for company Mike..." she started to say automatically. I'd pushed into her mind that she didn't feel like working tonight after all.

"Erin, this is Mike from the Casino Royale. I was with miss Ruby in the hotel suites?"

"OH!" her voice became high and excited and I caught a hint of an echo, sensing that she was in a bathroom stall somehow while she was talking to me. "Well hi Mike. I was expecting a call from Ruby, but not one so quickly."

"This isn't about the job interview," I said.

"Oh, no?" she sounded disappointed.

"I was wondering if you had plans for the rest of the night, and if not, I was hoping you'd come back over to my suite for a few hours?"

"Hmmm," she said as she considered it. I'd given her the mental suggestion that she didn't feel like working tonight, but had left in there the idea that she'd be interested in me if I were to call. Two things which were now at odds with each other. "It's pretty late Mike," she said finally, "I was thinking I'd take the night off from work. I don't know if ... well... you are calling to see if I want to party right?"

I chuckled, "Yes, but if you're not really in the mood, how about this instead. Come on over after you're done at the club there. We can just relax and hang out. I've got some excellent booze in my mini bar and you can help me run up my room service bill." She laughed and I continued, "I've got a hot tub."

She laughed again, "I don't know Mike... I told myself that after the interview I was going to take the night off."

"Ok, no problem," I said, "Come on over and I promise you that it won't be business. I won't give you a single dollar. You can just hang out, get some food, have a drink or two, relax in the tub with me, and pick my brain about Ruby or about the Hideaway."

There was a pause and I knew her suggestion to keep from hooking tonight was warring with her desire to try to get the job. In addition I'm sure she was at least a little bit attracted to me. Finally she said, "Ok, no promises, but if things don't work out with this guy whos been hitting on me and dancing with me, I'll come over. How's that sound?"

I paused and hummed, "Hmmm well, I don't know. I do have this whole stack of girls who I'm sure would take me up on my offer. I don't know if I want to wait."

She actually whined over the phone, "Miiiiiiike," then she sighed, "Ok, tell you what. Let me call you back in thirty minutes with my answer, ok?"

I grinned but said, "Twenty five minutes." Then hung up the phone before she had a chance to respond. Pretty girls weren't used to being given an ultimatum like that, and I know for a fact that prostitutes weren't used to having times dictated to them so bluntly. Her gut reaction would be annoyance and also she'd be too intrigued to deny me.

I stripped down out of my suit and hung it up and put it in a garment bag by the door. I'd have it dry cleaned tomorrow. Finding a hotel robe I slid that on and then went to the TV. Before I even had a chance to find something to watch my cell rang again. Erin was on her way over. I smiled, I hadn't even had to use my powers to get her to come over.

It was twenty six minutes later exactly when my phone rang. I chuckled, she had waited that extra minute on purpose, it was a subtle attempt to try to keep control of the situation. I wouldn't acknowledge it. "Ok Mike," she said her voice huffy, "Room 1206, right?"

I corrected her, as that door led to the half of the suite that Ruby was on. "1208. If you're coming over, you've got ten minutes."

"But I.." she said before my finger found the disconnect button. I'm sure she was going to try to argue about not being able to get there in ten minutes. But it would have been a lie, a power play to try to maintain what she saw as the upper hand. But I wouldn't have any of it. I knew she was likely at the night club downstairs built into the casino / hotel. It was possible she'd left to club elsewhere, but I didn't think that was likely.

I went to the door of my suite and opened it, sliding the little deadbolt mechanism so that it held the door open a fraction of an inch. It was entirely possible that some passer by might walk in and not Erin, but I wasn't too worried. I took a seat on the bed and lay back, reclining in my boxers and reached for the tv remote to wait.

I flipped through the channels before finding the adult pay channels. I clicked 'accept' when the warning came up that it would be billed to my room. I'm sure Mrz Whitefeld would understand the need of an eromancer to watch the pseudo hardcore porn they showed on those channels.

It wasn't even six minutes later that I heard the door to my suite opening and the light from the hallway gave away that I had a visitor. I didn't even bother to scan her mind, I simply said, "Close and lock the door behind you Erin."

She came in and looked flustered, but as hot as I remembered. She was young, I was guessing probably not even old enough to drink. She was made up like a teenager thought a whore should look, way too much makeup, a pushup bra and a shirt that was two sizes too small, trying to emphasize the lack of breasts she had. It was all wrong for her. She had the fair skin and look of a classic Irish waif, and to obscure that was a crime. She couldn't go glam, it was a mistake.

"First of all," I said as she entered the room, "The bathroom's over there. Go clean yourself up. Wash all that fucking garbage off your face. Take a shower if you like. Pretty girl like you shouldn't be made up like that."

She opened her mouth and closed it about three times, I could tell she was trying to decide if she wanted to tell me to fuck off, or if she wanted to ask me what was going on, or maybe if she just wanted to fuck me. I opened my mental door and touched her mind. She was torn, she was trying to decide why she was here. I sent a gentle thought to her mind, *you should go clean up, Mike won't bother you at all while you're in the bathroom.*

She nodded as that thought settled into her head. From her point of view it was her own thought, not one I'd pushed to her. But I smiled as she walked towards the bathroom and I felt her eyes gazing across my muscular and almost nude form. I could feel the lust rolling off her in waves. She didn't usually get to fuck someone just for pleasure and she had decided that if I played my cards right, she'd let me have a go for free... just because I was good looking and interesting.

I waited till the bathroom door latched shut, and heard the lock click before I allowed myself to chuckle. She'd 'let' me fuck her? Oh how little she understood who was in charge here. I decided to try to practice one of the other little tricks that Adam had been teaching me. Keeping the mind link open between us I closed my eyes and focused on her mind. Letting go of her thoughts, conscious and unconscious, I thought about her senses. I could feel my mind 'settling' onto hers. It was hard to explain, but the best way I can try is to use the analogy of sitting in someones favorite chair. They have the cushions and armrests molded exactly to their body, and yours simply doesn't fit quite the same.

I gave my mind a mental wiggle, and then mentally 'opened my eyes' even though my body remained on the bed at rest, eyes shut. I could see her reflection in the mirror. She was looking in the bathroom mirror and using a damp wash cloth to wipe the makeup from her face. I was quite literally seeing through her eyes.




Old World Magic Ch. 10



I smiled as I lay on the bed. This was tricky, but it was quite interesting. I watched as she carefully wiped away the eyeshadow and other makeup from her face and I made a decision. I was going to try to get Erin to fuck me tonight without actively using my powers on her. One of the things Adam had been trying to tell me was how we had to be subtle with our powers, avoid pushing people. I knew that would lead to backlash and the only way to get better at subtle manipulation was practice. I would read Erin, and be charming, but I wouldn't be forceful, I wouldn't 'push' ideas to her from here on out.

She grew frustrated with how her makeup was smearing and turned to look at the shower stall. She began to undress, exposing her creamy flesh in the mirror. I let go of my 'vision' through her eyes and was again looking at the ceiling over my bed. I turned my head to gaze out the window at the Vegas strip lights, and simply allowed my mind to touch hers again, drifting through her mind, reading her thoughts slowly leisurely as she showered.

I had a good long while to sift through her thoughts and her mind was wandering and easy to read as she relaxed in the shower and cleaned her lithe young body. I started at surface thoughts, why she was here, if she really wanted to just throw herself at me, if it would help her get a job at the hideaway. Then I delved deeper, why did she want the job at the hideaway? Because it would offer far better pay for much less work and would be more secure than being an escort for a call service, which is what she did now. Why was she concerned about money? Because she had 'a plan' in mind, and that involved cashing in on her looks for as long as she could, and saving every penny.

I raised one eyebrow as I thought about that. She was actually trying to save money? I dug deeper, she had almost ten thousand in a banking account, and wanted that to be tripled in two years. She figured that at age twenty two, she had about another five good years, and then at most another few where her looks weren't going to command as high a price. She wanted to be out of the game by thirty, then go back to college to earn a 'DVM'. "What's a DVM?" I asked out loud and then pushed a little deeper.

Doctorate of veterinary medicine, ahhhh, she wanted to be an animal doctor? Interesting. Why was that? More sifting through her mind as I sensed she was at least halfway done in the shower. She'd had a dog as a little girl. 'Cookie' was it's name and it was a great source of comfort. She would hug and hold Cookie after Daddy was 'bad.' I didn't like where that line of thought was going, but got the sense of an alcoholic and abusive father, one who abandoned her, before I could pull my mental probe out of that line of thought.

Unfortunately the path had already been laid out and now I saw what her father's abuse and absence had done to young Erin. Sexually active early in high school, far earlier than all of her friends. Friends who abandoned her, calling her a slut and a whore. But the boys found her so much more interesting. She knew which ones would be especially nice to her if she played the game. Before long she was jerking off her classmates and they'd do her homework. Suck off the nerdy kid and he'd do her whole science project for her. Show some other boy her tits under the bleachers, let him cop a feel, slip a finger in, and she'd hadn't had to ride the bus home again for the rest of her time at the school. It wasn't till her senior year that she'd actually started fucking for advantage. She'd had too, other girls were sexually active then and simply teasing or sucking wasn't enough anymore.

But she never forgot the time when she realized how powerful it was. The power of her pussy had sway over the other boys. One of the other students 'loaned' her his motor scooter after she agreed to let him fuck her while she jerked his two friends off. As she rode home on his scooter that night, dried cum still caking in her red hair, she'd felt a freedom. They'd called her a whore for years, and now she was one. But she didn't feel sad or upset, she knew that while all the other girls were going to be working at fast food places and grocery stores, she'd suck cash right out of men.

The rest of the school year she made it clear to her little 'fan club' it was going to have to be cash if they wanted gash. Most of the boys she knew couldn't believe their luck and jumped at the chance for such easy pussy. What was $50 or $100 to fuck one of the hottest girls in school?

But it all came to an end before graduation when the story came out. She was expelled and even her mother threw her out of the house. Packing her belongings she took the 'borrowed' scooter and pawned it. Enough for bus fare to Vegas, and with a backpack full of clothing and a debit card in her name, Erin made her way to the Sin City, where she was sure she was going to do well.

She did fairly well right off the bat, finding a man who took her into a call-service, and her 'barely legal' age got her a lot of customers. She spent nearly every waking hour fucking and sucking, but it was almost a year before she realized how little she was keeping of the earnings she was making. Her savings had barely moved in almost a year of whoring.

Finding a new, more fair, service she negotiated a better percentage for her rates, and made sure she told all her regular clients where to find her. But she still wasn't earning what she thought she could, and that's why she'd been trying to get into one of the reputable brothels for a while now.

As I skimmed her mind, some part of her subconscious mind must have realized what I was reading. Because the active thought almost blared into my mind, 'ok, if fucking Mike helps me get the job at the Hideaway, I'll do it without a second thought. Besides he's certainly much more attractive than any of my pay clients.'

I focused and pushed back into her deep subconscious again, but I'd lost my train of thought and had to sift randomly. White knight, what was that? I teased out a thread and read it, feeling the thoughts out as she got out of the shower and began to dry off. Richard Gere? Ahhhh Pretty Woman. She thought that she might have a white knight ride in and save her. She knew that it would never happen, but that young school girl's hope of being the damsel in distress couldn't ever be squashed.

Reading someone's mind wasn't easy. TV and movies made it look like telepaths simply drew forth information from a person's head by hearing their voices speaking or by getting a flash of images straight from their mind. But it was nothing like that at all. People's minds didn't work in logical orderly fashions that went from point A, to B, to C, and eventually ended up at Z. No, the human mind was a mish-mash of all five senses, and they were jammed together randomly and with little sense made between the connections. I might be trying to read a person and figure out what they were thinking at that moment, but instead all I'd get is the taste of tuna fish, because that's what they'd had for lunch. Or the sound of their own tinnitus buzzing loudly, a sound they'd tuned out, but one that was jarring and horrible to me. So when I say that I knew that she had negotiated a better rate for her services at the new in-call escort service compared to her last one, understand that simple thought is sewn together from a million different thoughts, feelings, senses, emotions, and remembered conversations. It is simply easier to describe the mosaic, the effect of those things than to try to describe exactly what the emotion of nervous terror she felt as she met with one of her co-workers at the new service.

So it was no surprise that her shower had lasted almost an hour and I'd learned much from her, but obviously not at any great rate of speed. Certainly I'd have to work on my speed and my filtering if I wanted to be able to use my powers effectively during the upcoming poker tournament. But I guess that's what this coming week of practice was for, was it not?

Erin came from the bathroom to find me laying on the bed, my hands pillowed under my head. "Did you fall asleep waiting for me?" She asked as she slowly walked towards the bed, her hair up in a towel and her body wrapped in one of the hotel's terrycloth robes. I nodded but made no other response, she stopped at the edge of the bed, then veered away, moving to the table and chairs in the suite. She sat down and her gaze alternated between me on the bed and the television which was playing a dirty movie. I didn't know if it was the same as earlier, it was only on for effect. She needed to know she was in a sexual situation. Yet, still trying to gain the upper hand she said, "The dirty movie won't bother me. I'm not here as a whore tonight."

"I know," I said softly sitting up on the bed and moving to the edge to sit up.

She continued, looking at her nails as if unconcerned, but really watching my every move. "So if you thought that you could just command me over here and get some ass, I'm off the clock tonight."

I chuckled, "Maybe, if you convince me, I'll let you ride my dick Erin, but no. I didn't call you over because I was going to try to convince you for sex. If anything, you'll be the one asking."

Erin stood up so quickly that she knocked the chair over backwards, "HAH! You're deluded. I'm out of here."

In a firm but normal volume of voice I simply said, "Sit down." 

She looked at me as if she was unbelieving that I'd command her. I cocked my head slightly and raised an eyebrow and then added in a very soft voice, "Now." It would have been so easy to use my powers, to push the thought to her, to command her to do so. But I needed to learn how to manipulate a situation without my magic. It would make my powers even more effective.

Erin sat down slowly, taking the chair at the table near the bed I was laying upon. She looked at me with narrowed eyes and said, "Why did you call me over tonight Mr. Naughton?"

I leaned forwards, crossing my legs and sitting Indian style. I templed my fingers in front of my face as I rested my elbows on my knees. Looking at me, Erin saw a young man around her own age. She wasn't used to such a forceful dominant personality from a young man like me, especially not one that was also rather soft spoken. If I'd been an asshole 'jock' that was all bluster, she could have expected it. But during the interview with Ruby earlier, I'd barely said two words. Likewise our conversations on the phone had been brief. Maybe if I'd had my old body, the one of a forty year old, she could have understood it better. So when I spoke, I spoke softly, drawing her in. "I called you over tonight to give you the opportunity you wanted."

"What?" she said with a slight sneer in her voice, "You're going to give me the great honor of fucking you?" She blew air from her lips and said, "I think I can miss out on that. I don't fuck without getting paid."

I smiled and leaned forwards, "That's only because you haven't met anyone you've actually wanted to have sex with, for your own personal reasons and not business, for a long time now. Not until tonight."

I saw the confusion on her face quite clearly. Almost as if when I said it, she realized it was true. But that realization angered her and she stood up from the chair, "I'm leaving Mr. Naughton, you can tell Ruby that if one of the requirements to be hired is to fuck her staff for free, I'm not interested."

She made as if to turn to go collect her clothing in the bathroom but I held up my hand, "Ruby has no idea you're here right now and this has nothing to do with her, or the job. This is about you."

She walked across the bedroom as I spoke but stopped in the bathroom doorway and turned back towards me, "About me how?" Her eyes were narrowed, I could tell she was intrigued but didn't know what to think, what to make of this situation. I knew for a fact that she had found my body attractive, and that my personality was intriguing her, but that her natural instinct was to run, flee the situation that she didn't understand.

I lay back on the bed again, settling in and closing my eyes as I spoke. "They say," I started slowly, "That opportunity knocks but once in a life time. I'd like to think that is not true, that there are many chances and paths to ..." I trailed off, thinking of how I chose to go with Adam into a new life I could never have dreamed of, leaving a cheating wife and a failing marriage. "...well... paths to somewhere else lets say. Maybe you are happy with your life right now, or maybe you want a change. Maybe I might be that knock on the door you've been waiting for, or maybe I'm just some handsome guy in an expensive suite that's looking for some free strange, because he gets off on not having to pay for it. But that's up to you to decide isn't it?"

She went into the bathroom again and closed the door part way. I heard rustling as she gathered up her clothing and puttered about. I gave her space, I didn't even let my magic touch her mind so that I could see what she was thinking. I would be patient.

The door opened again and I lay with my eyes closed as I waited for her response. She crossed the room, her feet making soft sibilant sounds on the carpet. She crawled up onto the bed next to me and then straddled my abdomen. I opened my eyes then to see her naked. She'd shed the robe and now knelt above me, her knees on either side of my torso and she put one hand down to my lips and said, "One request then, no speaking?"

I seemed to consider it and she bent forwards, her face pressing against my chest. Her coppery tresses falling down to brush against the bottom of my chin and my neck. I could feel her soft small breasts pressed into my ribs and heard her whisper, her lips moving against my flesh, "Please?"

I bent and kissed the crown of her fiery red hair and simply said, "No speaking then."

She straightened and her lips found mine as she kissed them with a hunger. The spray of freckles upon her face were pools of color across her pale skin. Her body was lit with the light of the TV in the background lighting the room as well as countless neon lights streaming in weakly through the windows, an ever present reminder of the nature of the Vegas Strip.

She sat up after a time, our lips both moist from the kissing. She rolled over next to me and I rolled onto my side to look at her. I let my eyes drink her body and it aroused me. Her limbs were toned but slender, willowy one might say. But she wasn't overly thin either. Her breasts were a delightful handful, 34 B I knew from her application. Her nipples were a pale pink and pert and perky, like the rest of her body with pale areola that puckered as her nipples hardened. The bottom edge of her ribs just barely showed on her slender frame, bracketing her taught milky white stomach. She had a belly piercing, a U shaped ring with a zircona stud glittering from her belly button and a tiny silver ball in the flesh above. Her hips bracketed a smooth expanse of skin leading to a perfectly sculpted landing strip of tightly clipped pubic hair. Pencil thin, the coppery locks rose a short way from her vulva upwards, announcing to any who saw it that she was indeed a natural redhead. She wasn't overly tall, but her legs tapered gracefully down to well manicured feet. I found myself eager to posses this woman sexually.

She reached over and caught the hem of my boxer shorts and tugged at them, a subtle question on her face. I smiled and shimmied them down, freeing my erect cock. Thanks to the body shaping I'd received a rather impressive cock. At eight inches it wasn't unrealistically large, but bigger than the average by a noticeable amount. More than the length though was the girth, it was just over two inches across, and every aspect of it was sculpted to perfection. It held a good shape, just very slightly cigar shaped, narrowing slightly towards the head, but then with a glorious crown that flared outwards. Reina Satô, the mage who had sculpted my body into this current form, had done a masterful job. 

Erin gasped as she beheld my hairless cock and large testicles. That was another little quirk of my body that Ms. Satô was responsible for after all, my body grew no hair other than my eyebrows and lashes. Erin's delicate hand reached out and took a hold of my stiff shaft. Her fingers closed around it and she couldn't touch fingertips. She looked up at my eyes as her fingers stroked my hardness and I couldn't resist. I let my magic free and touched her mind eager to hear her thoughts on this.

Her thoughts were a jumble, old men she'd fucked with tiny cocks. Men who could barely hold a candle to the size I was packing. There was one image of a large black man, shy and nervous, but with a cock a little bigger than mine. How her jaw had hurt after she'd blown him for the better part of half an hour. She had wanted to fuck that cock, though the client hadn't paid for more than a blowjob. The size of him had intrigued her. Then her thoughts went back to the present and a part of her was overjoyed... she was going to get to have my cock inside her. She was both scared and excited at the same time.

My fingers found their way to her sex and I cupped her aroused mons. As far as pussies go, hers was a little on the plain side. I liked women who had large puffy outer labia and who grew very wet when aroused. Erin had a very delicate and tight pussy, her outer lips were red and aroused and already spread exposing bright pink inner lips that glistened with her excitement. I felt the nub of her clit beneath my fingers, hiding beneath the fold of skin that protected it, and I lightly stroked that hood, causing her to gasp.

For nearly half an hour we continued this way, touching and stroking each other, kissing occasionally and letting our hands explore each others most sensitive of spots. Finally however after a long time of this teasing arousal she cried out wordlessly, then her green eyes locked onto mine and she said, "What are you waiting for!?"

"I told you," I whispered as I planted a kiss on the crown of her forehead. It was a gesture that I knew was very paternal, and would either drive her crazy with passion or anger, depending on where her particular daddy issues lay. "You would be the one to ask me to fuck you, remember?"

She moaned and bucked her hips. My fingers which were slick with her juices slid inside of her again as she did that and she moaned out a noise that was half pleading, half anger, but all desire. "You're going to make me ask? Just fuck me."

I pulled my fingers from her warm wetness and with the palm of my hand spanked her pussy lightly. It brought a shuddering moan from her and I could tell she was on the brink of an orgasm, but I put on a scolding voice, "Now Erin, if you don't ask nicely I'm going to have to punish you like a bad girl. If you want something, you have to ask nicely."

She moaned and cried out, "Oh god, please, please fuck me. Please just give me that big cock, don't make me wait any longer!"

How could I resist such a nice request? I rolled over on top of her, my knees spreading hers wide. She drew her feet back up and opened herself wide for me. I lined the tip of my fat cock head up to her slick passage and began to press forwards. The way was tight, despite the slickness. She reached up however and grabbed my hips and pulled me in eagerly. "Don't be gentle, I want it all," she whispered in a hungry hoarse voice.

I nodded and then propping my hands against the bed on either side of her shoulders, thrust my hips forwards with all the weight and power I could. Erin cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain as my cock nearly hilted in her on that first thrust. I could feel how it had pressed into her forcefully, but she was clawing at my hips, eager for the last two inches. I drew back and thrust again, this time my pubis met her labia as I sheathed myself all the way into her wet sex. I felt the crown of my cock hit the back wall and again she cried out a shriek of mixed pain and pleasure.




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"Hard daddy," she said as she bit her lip, "Give it to me as hard as you can, make your little girl feel it." She moaned with her eyes closed and her hands clawing at my body. I found the 'daddy' comment a little off-putting but this was no time to quibble. I began fucking Erin as fast and hard as I could and it was only a few strokes in when her fingernails sank into my shoulders and she cried out, her already tight pussy clenching painfully around my dick as she came.

I kept fucking her and it seemed as if she came again and again, each deep thrust bringing her to a new height in this particular orgasm. Her scream was wordless and unending and this time I knew there was no pain associated with it. Finally through my deep thrusts she managed to hit the highest peak and her scream became silent. Her mouth frozen open and her eyes rolled back in their sockets, she thrashed and clenched at my shoulders.

Finally her head relaxed and she looked at me, "Holy fuck." she murmured. Then pressing her body upwards she kissed me as I continued to fuck her, though my pace had slowed a bit. She whispered up to me again, "Please cum inside of me?"

I nodded and resumed fucking at my own pace. I'd been holding back for a while now, the half hour of foreplay had been intense and it was with great joy that I focused on bringing about my own pleasure. I slammed my cock into her hard and fast, eager to bring about my own peak. But she must have been close again because just before I felt my own bliss arrive, she cried out again and her pussy clenched down tightly on my shaft. It was too much for me and I spilled inside of her. With one last thrust I buried myself fully into her pussy and flooded her channel with my hot spunk.

I lay atop her for a long time, holding myself up on my arms, but with our bodies connected at the hips. Then finally I felt myself growing soft and I turned and rolled off her sweaty body. She immediately rolled over and took my softening cock in her hands. She began licking it and kissing it and murmuring words that I couldn't quite hear. "Did you say something?" I asked.

She looked up at me and said, "No daddy, just thanking this beautiful cock." She licked it a few more times and then crawled up to lay next to me and asked, "I don't think I can walk, would it be ok for me to spend the night?"

I smiled and pulled her body into mine and wrapped an arm around her, "Well, since you asked nicely I suppose..."

To be continued....



Old World Magic Ch. 11



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Authors notes :

I have three items I'd like you to read before you begin this chapter.

First, up until this chapter Mike Naughton's life has had it's ups and downs, but he's been somewhat blessed. This chapter gets dark as he explores some unpleasant themes. I'm going to try to be tactful with them, but if you'd rather keep your enjoyment of this story lighthearted then don't read this chapter. I'll do a quick recap at the beginning of chapter 12 to sum up what you've missed. But I hope you enjoy it and like the darker aspects that Mike has to face in this chapter.

Secondly, If you read the comments on chapter 10 you know that I lost my hard drive and the entirety of this story. I was in the middle of writing chapter 15 when I lost my HD so I lost 4.5 chapters. I mention this because in addition to the writing that I lost (as well as 2 other stories) I also lost all of my notes. I had about eight pages of notes on character backstory, description, relations, secret agendas, etc. Because of this I'm combing through back story to make sure I try to get descriptions right for characters, but I ask that if you notice I describe something incorrectly (for example, if I mention Erin's hair being black, even though it's red) please don't be too upset, just leave me a feedback and I'll fix it.

Finally, I'd like to apologize for the long delay in this story. Because of the dark nature of it, Literotica has declined several versions of this chapter (this is my 4th revision). This chapter has 'lightened' in tone significantly, but it's still a bit dark. Consider yourself warned.

Enough yakking, onto the story.

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I awoke to the feeling of Erin rolling off the large king sized bed. I didn't open my eyes right away, but felt her body weight shift the mattress. I then heard the soft sibilant sound of her feet on the hotel room carpet and then the bathroom door shut. Breathing in a deep breath I filled my nose with the scent of the bed sheets and pillows around him. It was a heady mix of sweat, lust, and some strange fruity scent that I assumed came from Erin's shampoo. Women liked fruity smelling shampoos. She'd kept me up for quite awhile last night, and we'd fucked for hours, well past sun up. I'd fall asleep only to wake up later with her mouth sucking me cock back to hardness, or her hand stroking me eagerly.

I wasn't tired though. Far from it, the sexual energy I'd absorbed had me practically brimming with unspent mana. It was almost as if my body were one of those tuning forks and I was vibrating. I know that Adam, my mentor in magical training, had often referred to my ability to hold mana as if I were a vessel and mana were water I would hold. But at that moment, laying in my post coital hotel bed, I thought that analogy was somehow wrong. Mana wasn't something that I simply held or contained, something that I used up and came back to me when I rested or had sex... no that was wrong somehow. Mana was as much a part of me as any part of my body. When I was fully rested and full of mana, I was full of potential. I was like a runner who was well rested and had eaten well, and was at the starting line of his race.

I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. With a small cry, a tiny yelp of pain, I rolled backwards away from the windows and crashed down to the floor next to the bed. The curtains were wide open and it had to be around ten in the morning. The room faced to the west, looking out over the Vegas strip, so I didn't have direct sunlight shining in the windows. But if you think that makes a difference, you've never been to Las Vegas.

Slamming my eyes shut to slits I stumbled, naked and fumbling, over to the windows to close the curtains. They wouldn't move at first and I realized they were on some sort of computer control. Cursing I finally got some mesh shades to roll down over the windows, leaving the room still far too bright for my tastes, but much more comfortable. I rubbed my eyes as I heard Erin start the shower in the bathroom.

I sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes and simply let myself wake up. Only after a minute or so did I get up and go to the suite's kitchen and start some coffee. Just as it began brewing, there was a knock at the door joining this half of the suite to the other half, where Ruby was staying. I thought about putting some clothing on. I looked down and realized that not only was I nude, but I absolutely reeked of sex. Well, there would be no hiding it from anyone, let alone Ruby a succubus. Demons who fed on sexual energy like her would be able to sense the carnal acts that Erin and I engaged in all night long as easily as I could read a stop sign.

So, with no need for modesty I went and opened the door to the other half of the suite. Ruby stood there, a slinky black silk night gown draped over her form. Rather chaste for her, it wasn't see through, but actually covered her body from her breasts to her mid thigh. "Hello Mike," she practically purred, "I see you had a good night. That petite little irish girl I'm assuming?"

Ruby wasn't overly impressed with Erin. As the head of a brothel, she appraised most women the way a butcher would appraise a cut of beef. In Ruby's opinion, both as a brothel madam and as a succubus, Erin didn't really stack up to some of the other whores she'd interviewed the night before. I nodded my head and stifled a yawn as Ruby came into the room to retrieve some items she'd left there in shopping bags.

Ruby rummaged through her shopping for a moment, bending over at the waist to show off her flawless legs and perfectly shapely ass. She wiggled it slightly and asked, "Got any left over energy for lil' ol' me?"

I couldn't help but chuckle and I shook my head no. I almost asked if she hadn't had enough, having heard her, Jade, and what sounded like possibly a half a dozen men through the wall all night long. But I knew better than to ask a question like that. As a succubus it was quite literally impossible for her ever to be fully satiated sexually. So instead I answered honestly, "No, I need to save my mana today. I need to practice and no offense, I can't spare any for you right now."

Succubus fed off life force and the energy that came from sex. The old rumors and legends about them fucking men to death, leaving them a dried husk, were greatly exaggerated. Certainly they could do that if they wanted, but it was a poor craftsman who abused their tools. Though I often got the feeling that Ruby looked at me more as a dinner plate and less as a tool. In any regard Ruby drew sexual energy from whoever she fucked, and since that was how I recharged my 'mana batteries' as it were, I was like a delectable feast hot and ready for her. Every time I fucked her, instead of recharging my batteries, it drained them. That wasn't something I was able to afford right now as my plans for the day meant I'd need my magic at full strength.

Ruby pouted and shrugged, "Well, I had to ask." She stood up and pat me on the cheek and turned to head back over to her side of the suite. She stopped in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob and sniffed the air a few times. "Smells like sex in here Mike." She said as she chuckled and closed the door.

I smiled and decided that Erin had enough privacy in the bathroom. I made my way into the room finding it steamy from the shower, and turned on the overhead fan. She pressed her body up against the glass partition in the slate tile tiled shower and frowned, "Awwww," she said, "I like it all steamy." I begrudgingly turned the fan back off and then nodded as she gestured for me to come join her with a crooked finger.

I didn't get much actual cleaning done after joining her in the shower as she seemed eager to caress my body and make out with me like we were teenagers. Though in fairness, she had been a teenager not too long ago. I had to keep reminding myself that we looked to be the same age, around twenty, though I knew she was twenty two, she still looked so young to me. I had just celebrated my thirty ninth birthday, or my twenty first, depending on if you were going by my time on this planet, or what my current drivers license said and my body looked like.

I used the time to probe her mind deeper, just letting the long make out session go on and on, letting my body be on autopilot as I mentally delved into Erin's memories and thoughts. I'd had a sense of the darkness inside her last night, and I was determined to find out more about her. Slowly I swam through the murky miasma of that dark spot in her mind. Deeper and deeper I delved until I came across what I knew to be the object of my search.

To try to explain the process of sifting through someone's memories and thoughts would be woefully inaccurate. How do you explain to someone, blind since birth, what the color red is? We can use analogy, but we can't ever make them see. So too I use analogy to describe what I found inside Erin's thoughts and memories.

I wasn't startled by the large safe when I found it at the center of the darkness inside her. It was comical looking, like a safe one might see the coyote drop on the road runner in one of those cartoons. In fact, it even said 'acme safe co.' on the front right below the large black dial. I had expected something like this... something that keeps certain thoughts locked away, private, safe. They weren't being kept private from me, no, they were there to protect Erin's own mind from these thoughts. If she never thought them, never revisited these memories, then they couldn't hurt her.

I knew I could 'crack the safe' as it were. I could force open the lock and see what was inside. But what damage would that do to Erin? Certainly she'd never be able to close that safe again, and I didn't know what kind of a change that would bring about to her personality. No, I needed to find a better way, a gentler way, into this part of her mind.

"Mmmmmm" Erin said as she pulled away from me in the steamy shower. My attention snapped back to the real world and I found that I was leaning against the wall as she stroked my cock. "Looks like you want more? I can count on one hand the number of guys who've been as horny as you. Most are done after one round."

I smiled and shrugged, moaning as she stroked my fat cock. Length wise I wasn't all that impressive I suppose, but when Renia had reshaped my body she'd given me an extra bit of girth. Nothing massive, but I felt comfortable knowing I was well above average on length and thickness. Erin's hand was both slippery and gripping on the skin of my shaft in the warm shower spray. But she licked her lips and said, "I don't know if I can take this monster again, I'm still a little sore from all the hard dicking you gave me last night. How's a BJ sound?"

I shrugged, "Who am I to argue?" True enough, this woman had literally fucked herself raw on my thick tool last night. Amazingly she'd done it for her own pleasure too, she hadn't charged me a slim dime for her company, despite being a higher paid Vegas escort. I guess that meant that I was doing something right.

Erin dropped down to her knees on the shower and took my hard shaft in both hands. Leaning forwards she lightly kissed the very tip of my cock before looking up at me and smiling. I nodded and she focused then on my pleasure. As good as it felt when she took me into her warm mouth, I focused and delved back into her mind. The magic that allowed me to read her thoughts was strengthened with physical contact and sexual contact even more so.

In moments I found myself at the 'safe' again and looked around for connecting memories or thoughts. It was as if even the dark thoughts that surrounded it were trying to keep their distance. But I found one string, one thread that seemed to have a strong connection to the safe. Gripping that thread I followed it and found a memory.

A young girl with fair skin and shockingly bright red hair flounced down the hallway of her school. Long sleeved shirt worn to hide dark purple marks, jeans to cover old marks gone yellow as they healed. To everyone that saw her she beamed and glowed with the youth and vigor of a girl on the verge of teen years. But this memory didn't show history, it was memory and as such was sculpted by how Erin recalled it. So I saw a shadow, a blackness as dark as india ink trailing in her wake. This cloak of oblivion devoured all it touched, turning the shiny metal lockers to rust and rotting the flesh off the people she passed. As much as the young girl feigned innocence, she knew, what had happened to her, the betrayal, the pain... it had warped and darkened her and everything around her.

She stopped at a locker and laughed at a joke her friend made as the darkness around her settled on them, transforming them from children her age into animate corpses. Everything she had been the week before was now dead and gone, shattered in a single act of betrayal and horror.

"Twelve, forty two, twenty three," she muttered as she unlocked her locker.

I knew the point of that memory then. I threw myself away from the hallway that she'd filled with hidden pain, and returned to the dark spot in her mind. My 'fingers' felt the lock on the safe, it was cold, but well worn. Despite putting these things in here to be locked away, it was obvious that this safe had been opened many times over the last decade.

"Twelve, forty two, twenty three," I repeated as I opened the safe. Inside there were stacks of papers. Some of them written in ball point pen on lined paper. Handwriting shaky and unpracticed, as if written by a girl far too young and with far too much to keep inside. Some of them more steady yet with handwriting that jagged and spiked with barely constrained anger. The effect of a woman's psyche remembering her abuse.

Each page I touched flooded my mind with these thoughts, these memories, these... vile images. I wanted to be sick as I experienced what Erin had.

"Uh.... Mike?" Erin asked me still kneeling at my feet in the shower, "Are you ok?"

I snapped back to the real world and looked down at her. My cock had gone completely soft, unable to maintain an erection when flooded with the darkness that lay inside Erin's mind She looked up at me however and said with concern on her face, "You look pale, like you're about to pass out, and you just kinda went limp on me."

I stammered for a moment before apologizing and saying that I must be human after all. Last night had been too much on me and with the heat of the shower I guess I couldn't maintain. She smiled and stood up and kissed my cheek, "That's ok, I'm not really in the mood anymore anyways," she admitted. I knew why too. I'd released those thoughts and now she was probably subconsciously trying to round them back up and put them back in that safe. But she couldn't do that without thinking about them, and those thoughts and memories were enough to turn anyone but the sickest of minds off.

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Erin was a fair chef and made us breakfast. During that time she told me how she 'kind of liked me' but that she couldn't get involved with anyone right now. I then told her how I needed the services of a call girl over the next week and asked if she'd be interested. She seemed a bit wary when I told her that I'd need her to be exclusive to me, worrying about the price her call service would charge me. But once I told her that the casino would be picking up the price she was quite excited and said she hoped that I could work it out. She left shortly after leaving me to take a proper shower and prepare for my plan for the day.

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"Thirteen eighty" the cab driver said as I looked up at the glass front building. It was only three stories, one of those types of office buildings that you see nestled into plazas that might have tanning salons and pier one type stores all across the nation. The building itself was unassuming, reflecting back the grey and brown with dots of green that made up the landscape. Yet to me it sat squat, like a fat toad, surveying the surroundings with a malign presence. That was probably because I knew what awaited me inside though.

I peeled out a twenty and was about to pass it to the driver in the front seat when a thought occurred to me. "I'm only going to be about half an hour to forty five minutes at most. How long would it be for you to turn off your on duty light and wait for me to come back out?" I'd learned the hard way that you couldn't just 'hail a cab' here in Vegas the way you could back in NYC. You had to call and have one come and pick you up, and I wanted to be free of this place as soon as possible when my business was done.

The cab driver, a sleepy eyed mexican man tapped the sign next to his meter that said the rates, along with a notice that the rates were monitored by something called the Nevada Taxi Authority. The sign read that it was twenty cents every twenty four seconds spent idling. I did some quick math in my head, rounding the numbers. It would be worth another twenty to hold him here for a little while. "Ok," I said, "Here's what I'm going to offer you." The cab driver turned around and looked at me head on instead of just in his mirror as he had so far. I pulled a hundred dollar bill out of my wallet and held it up. I made sure that it was clearly visible to the camera that was mounted on his dashboard and pointed back at me. "I'll give you this hundred dollar bill right now. You wait here for up to an hour, take your lunch, stretch your legs, whatever. Then when I come out, you take me back to the hotel. I'll let you keep the rest as a tip, ok?"

It was a hell of a deal, even asking him to wait for an hour at those rates would normally only be like thirty bucks. Less than another thirty for a round trip to and from the hotel, and that was a forty dollar tip. Probably far better than a normal cab driver ever saw. He didn't have to consider long before nodding and holding his hand out. I snatched the hundred back quickly and said, "Ah, but let me write down your cab number first." I knew that New York City cab drivers could be held accountable for ripping off passengers, and hoped that Vegas wasn't too different. Jotting down his badge number and the cab number, I handed over the bill and went into the office building as the cabbie drove to the far end of the parking lot to park in the shade of a nearby billboard.

The reception area was much as I'd expected. Lots of glass, smooth tile floors, potted plants that could withstand both the air conditioning and the hot air that blew in when customers entered. But most of all, a dour looking receptionist who had to be pushing sixty. Rail thin and stern looking she didn't smile as I approached the desk. "Hi," I said in as pleasant a voice as possible. I was aware of the fact that despite the custom fit suit I was wearing, I did still look like a very young man in his early twenties. An older woman like this would probably think I would waste her time and I had to be kind and professional so as not to cause her to dismiss me. "I'm here to see Francis Solaris. I don't have an appointment but it is rather urgent."

She raised an eyebrow and typed something into her computer. Then looking up at me she asked, "Nature of the meeting?"

I glowered and decided that nice wasn't going to cut it. I could have used my magic but decided to hold off for just now and with an equally stern face answered, "Personal business that Mr Solaris will want to discuss, and would not want you involved in. Now please direct me to him."

The old woman returned my scowl, "I'm sorry sir we're not in the business of..."

I let my magic free and let my mind touch hers just briefly to confirm what I thought as she spoke. But then I cut her off and straightened my back till it was ram rod straight and spoke loudly, "You know, for a woman who's got to be approaching retirement, you certainly have to be wondering if this argument is worth it. I understand, I pulled up in a cab. So you must be thinking to yourself, 'hey this young man is wearing a nice suit, but he pulled up in a cab, not a town car, he must not be important.' But what you're also not realizing Janet," I paused letting it sink in that I knew her name even though there was no name plate on the desk nor was she wearing any badge to identify herself. The use of her name rocked her back, startling her that I knew it. "What you're not realizing is that accent you're hearing is New York City. I'm more comfortable in a cab then I am on a G6. So you have to ask yourself this, 'Is a man who wears a thousand dollar suit and flies from New York to speak with an account manager in person, going to put up with disrespect from a secretary?"




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She sat stunned for a moment and I knew she was gauging her next response very carefully. I didn't give her the chance but stayed on the offense, "Now, unless the very next words out of your mouth are directions to his office, followed by 'I'll inform him that you're on your way up sir.' I suggest you either start thinking about what you'd like to do with all the free time you have coming up, or start preparing your resume."

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A few moments later I was pushing open the door to Francis J. Solaris's office. The timid looking man sat behind the desk made of mahogany. The office was a corner office on the third floor, which I supposed made him think he had some sort of prestige. But the view was of a grungy grey parking lot and a strip mall. Beyond which the south eastern desert could be seen in the distance, not close enough to offer any nice view of course, but enough to make the room slightly warmer than the hallway I'd entered from. Francis Solaris stood as I entered, sizing me up. No doubt the receptionist had told him I was on my way up, and he wasn't sure who I was or what to expect. I sent out tendrils of thought as soon as I entered the room. He stood and walked across a plush carpet and I felt my magical ability touch his mind. I almost recoiled, it felt greasy, like a fast food burger that had been left out to sit in the hot sun. But I persisted, eager to see who he thought I might be.

I shook his hand and the physical connection was enough for me to fabricate, on the fly, a story that would mesh with what he expected. "You know who I represent of course." I said without preamble.

His smile faded and his eyes narrowed, he wasn't eager to say out loud what he was thinking. "I think I do, but I wasn't told that I'd be receiving a visit."

My mental tendrils dug deeper into his rotten soul and I dug more information. "Mister Russo didn't want you to be expecting a visit." I say simply and I let go of his hand. I move past him to his desk and open the humidor on his desk and rummage my fingers across the cigars there.

"Uh," he says, taken aback by my dismissal of him and my boldness in looking through his humidor, "There's a very nice Cohiba in there. I was saving it but if you'd like..."

I pick up the cigar and look at it. I know a little about cigars, but not much. Still I sniff at it and toss it back in the box, "Dominican, not Cuban. I'll pass." Then leaning against his desk, I kick one of the chairs back from it. The chairs that the clients usually sit in. I point to it and say, "You sit." The slight squirly man hurries to sit down in the chair, while I, still leaning against his desk tower over him. I give a disdainful sniff and say, "Mr. Russo wants to know what you are doing with the boss's money. He said the returns have not been what they should be for two quarters now.

I dug deeper into his memories as I stared into his eyes. He'd been skimming of course. He knew that he was only one of at least a half of a dozen or more money managers for the infamous Italian Family in the Vegas area alone. He beleived that he was far enough away that a little skimming wouldn't be noticed. He was probably right in fact, I didn't know. But that didn't matter. I left the question of who I was blank, and his mind filled in the rest with his worst fears. Of course if he knew why I was really here, his fears would be much worse.

Mr. Solaris stammered, "Well the economy has been so volatile lately and with the election of President Obama there's a lot of speculation that.."

I cut him off with a wave of my hand, "So you're not skimming off the top then?"

His face went as white as a sheet and he swallowed. He knew he'd been caught. "Well, I wouldn't say skimming but, um... the thing is there's certain ..." I glared at him, my eyes boring into him. I didn't need magic for this threat, nothing I could say would be worse than what he could imagine. "Look I swear, it's only a couple thousand, well under a hundred. I needed it to take care of some legal issues." His hands were gripping the arms of his chair tightly. I turned and walked around the desk and sat in his own chair as I looked at him. He began to panic and speak quickly, "If I hadn't taken care of these issues it would have affected my work much worse and this was the only way that I could think to deal with it!"

I stared at him silently and let one hand run across my bald head as if I were contemplating what I was going to do next. But really I was buying time as I pressed deeper into his mind. He had some legal issues, and in thinking about them had brought them to the forefront of his mind where they were easy to read. But the information I wanted was deeper and I needed focus to get to them. Much like the way Erin had her memories locked in a safe, I knew too that I'd need time and effort to get to the core of Francis Solaris's greasy mind.

Recalling the glamour that I had been practicing, a trick taught to me by the succubus Ruby and practiced in secret, I released more of my magical energy. I saw Solaris's eyes glaze over and go blank as my spell began to swab his mind in a thick cottony layer of confusion. When I spoke next, I 'pushed' my thoughts into his mind, mentally commanding him to do as I said. The mental suggestion would be deeply ingrained and would seem like his own thoughts when they occurred to him, not a remain left behind by a mind mage. Keeping my glamour active, I spoke and pushed at the same time, "For the next little while you will sit silently, but you will remember going over the books with me."

He nodded his head and then sat, staring into space silently. I moved back around the desk and sat in the other client chair next to him. I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder, the physical contact made what I had to do much easier. I closed my eyes and let my consciousness sift out of my body and into his as I began exploring, searching for what I needed.

The inky black muck that made up his memories and thoughts were fetid and diseased. This was a sick man, and I avoided looking at his thoughts and memories. I felt them clinging to me like oily smoke as I passed through them, searching for his memories. I wanted to see how he remembered events that he'd shared with Erin when she was a young girl.

I found the center of the putrid mind, but instead of a safe I found a glass display case. It was like a large trophy case one might see at a high school. The trophies inside were grimy, as if held constantly by a man with dirt or blood on his hands. But the trophies had no dust. No Francis J. Solaris wasn't hiding these memories, he treasured each and every sick one. The glass case wasn't even locked, and the partition slid open as if on well oiled ball bearings. These were memories that weren't hidden away, but revisited often.

I hesitated, and by instinct alone reached out to clasp one of the trophies at random. I almost dropped it as soon as I touched it. It was warm like the rotting flesh left of roadkill out in the sun. But I drew the memory to me and fell into it.

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Through his eyes, I knew I was looking through his eyes, a passive passenger watching a movie that was made years ago. There in his hand a beer, already warm before it was half drunk. Damn heat, damn sun, damn it all. Worst of all, that little brat. She's the reason I'm unhappy.... little brat. Stuck in an unhappy marriage and it's all her fault. Would have left but she holds Erin against me.

"Did you see my dive daddy?" She called, her copper hair plastered to her young face as she climbed up the ladder on the side of the pool.

"Yes, daddy saw you." He answered, as he felt a rage settle over his mind. Then beneath his breath he muttered, 'saw you ruin his life.. saw you turn his wife into some domesticated ice queen...." Francis crushed a beer can and threw it on the pile with the others. His fists clenched. Anger and rage settled into his soul...

"YEEEEEEE!" Erin screeched as she ran across the patio and jumped into the water again. Water that splashed up. A droplet landed in Francis's eye. The chlorine burned... HOW MANY TIMES HAD HE TOLD HER NOT TO RUN BY THE POOL?

"ERIN!" He hollered, his fists clenched in rage, "GET OVER HERE!"

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NO! I threw the trophy to the ground. I wouldn't relive that memory any longer. I wouldn't see the pain. NO NO NO, not my memories. I couldn't re-live them they weren't mine... Not me, not my memories, Solaris, not me! 

I fought my repulsion and drew forth another memory from the glass case.

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"Daddy what is it?" My / his / our little Erin muttered as he / I / we stroked her forehead.

"Nothing baby, go to sleep, Daddy just wanted to rub your head while you slept. Go back to sleep my little angel," the girl's father said.

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I threw aside this vile memory as well. I could feel the very core of my being, my very soul, repulsed and rebelling at being in mental contact with this monster. But I needed to know for sure, I needed damning proof, from his own mind, before I could... before I could....

I reached for another trophy, but hesitated... I was reaching for small ones, afraid of what the larger ones might signify. But if I was going to damn this man, I needed to be sure. My 'hand' reached for the largest trophy, the one in the center of the case. The memory engulfed me and I saw through his eyes again.

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He / I / we pondered our drink, 'Jack Daniels never let me down. The burn washed away the anger for a little while. That bitch kicked me out of my own bedroom. She said that Erin's teacher asked about a bruise on her arm. She dared lecture me? How dare she! HOW DARE SHE.' 

*Another drink.*

*Another drink.*

'What time is it? Did I fall asleep in front of the TV again? bathroom... vomit... What the hell happened to my life?'

*Upstairs.*

*Bedroom door is locked? Fucking bitch. I'm leaving here. This isn't my life anymore.*

"Daddy?" Turning, little girl standing in doorway. This is her fault.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Screaming. Crying.

"Get the fuck out of here Francis! I'm calling the cops!" She yelled. Ungrateful bitch of a wife, I / he / we will teach her to mouth off.

*Smack*

"I'll teach you..."

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"NO!" I yelled, my own voice again, not a memory, but myself.

I was back in Solaris's office. I pulled my hand from his shoulder as if he were on fire and burning my flesh. I broke the mental connection between the two of us and turned. I fell to my knees and managed to get my head over his trash can just in time.

Solaris sat there passively, following my command to remain silent as I vomited every last ounce of my breakfast up into his trash bin. This wasn't a man, this was a monster. He had taken a young girl, still a child and hurt her. I knew that she had idolized her father... loved her father... he did nothing but hurt her. The worst part was how she'd blamed herself for her parents divorce. If only she'd been a good girl... if only she'd not made him so mad. She knew better....

I vomited again, spewing nothing but stomach acid. For several minutes my body herked and jerked as I dry heaved, having nothing left to spew into the trash can.

I turned and at that exact moment, as I looked at the man staring blankly into space, it was a good thing I did not own a gun. Or this monster, I could no longer think of him as a man, would have it's brains painting the walls of his office.

I stood up and released the glamour that held him, sighing as the slow drain on my mana ceased. He blinked his eyes. He looked around for his books and then shook his head, "So I hope that explains the financials?" He said somewhat confused, his memory conflicting with the command I had implanted.

"You sick fuck," I spat out as I pulled kleenex from a box on his desk. I wiped my mouth, "How could you do that to your own daughter?" I was again scanning only the top layer of his thoughts, the most surface and immediate thoughts.

He looked confused, "What?" He asked with confusion on his face. "What did I do to my daughter now?"

"You fucking monster," I spat at him, bile rising in my throat again, "The things you did to your daughter... I can't even speak them... she was just a child."

He stood up with a surprised start, "Moira's only seven years old. How dare you suggest that..."

I held up my hand and commanded again, both verbally and with another magical mental push, "Stop," *Silence* He fell instantly mute and his eyes again unfocused slightly. I read the surface thoughts. Moira... Moira... another disappointment. Just like the first one... she was always in the way... always screaming when he was hung over...

I fell to my knees again vomiting up the remaining bit of bile left in my stomach. This monster had remarried and had a second daughter. He hadn't touched her... yet. But she knew... she knew daddy had his 'bad days' and needed quiet after he'd been drinking.

It took all my willpower not to throw the bucket of vomit on this monster and then choke the life out of him as he stood there mute. But I stood back up and tried to clean my face with more kleenex. "What about Erin you sick fuck?" I asked, breaking my command for silence.

"Erin? My first daughter? I haven't seen her in the better part of a decade. Her whore mother kicked me out. Found out that two people could fuck around on their marriage vows, then she blamed me. I've nothing to do with Erin."

My eyes narrowed. I had made up my mind. What I was going to do would be horrible if this were a man. But this wasn't, this was a monster. Anyone who could do those things to a child, to his own daughter.... that was no man but a terror from legend, a blight, a disease. I looked at him and said, "You're going to have six months to fix the books and then I'll be back. Do you understand? You have six months to fix this mess."

He nodded, confused by my jumping topics. But I saw also relief in his eyes. I wasn't going to kill him, that's what he expected. He expected me to 'take him for a ride' or some other mobster cliche. "Of course, six months, I can have it fixed up by then, I swear it."

I glowered, an easy task at how much I hated this simpering pile of filth at the moment. "For now, I'll need some walking around money before I catch my flight back to New York." 

Mr. Solaris stood quickly nodding his head. He hustled over to his desk and drew out a checkbook and pen, "This is drawn from my personal account, just take it to the bank on the check and there won't be any problems." His simpering attitude angered me. I knew he was hiding something. I didn't want to probe him again, but I had to know.

Filth, that's what his mind felt like. Fetid swamp water with indescribable and unknown bits of detritus. Yet I dove in again as he yammered on about something. His thoughts were so close to the surface, they floated like an oil slick. He wasn't going to fix the books. He'd been preparing for this for months now. He was going to siphon off as much of the mafia's money as possible and then make a run for Venezuela. He already had tens of thousands siphoned off into a secret account they didn't know about and he could rape the rest over the next six months. He even had his escape route all set up. He even figured he'd cover his tracks this time... why leave behind someone who'd look for him?

Wait, what did that mean? I looked deeper.

He knew that the house was below code. He knew his whore wife was cheating on him too. A 'planned' trip out of town and she'd have him over again. He'd spend the night in his bed, fucking his wife. Batteries out of the CO2 detector

I turned and vomited again. I didn't make it into the trash bin this time, but I didn't care.

"Are you ok?" He asked insincerely as I struggled to stand up again.

I locked my eyes on him and did something I hadn't ever done before. I didn't even know how to do it, I was acting solely on instinct. I visualized the 'door' that I used to keep my mental magic separating my mind from those I wished to 'read.' Then I opened every lock and threw the door wide. I saw him on the other side and I reached him and grabbed him, pulled him through the doorway. Inside the classroom of my mind he struggled against me but he had no chance. I had the magic, I had the power, and we were in my mind now.

In my mind I threw him to a desk and he fell into the seat. I flung my hand in his direction and dozens of sharpened pencils pierced his body, pinning him to the chair. His mind self cried out in anguish, helpless.

My mind form wavered between the the bald headed young man that I appeared to be and the man of almost forty who had taught in this classroom so long ago. I roared with the voice of God at him, bending him to my will as if he were but a sheet of paper. "You!" I pointed and the lights flickered and dimmed and the room became hazy and insubstantial. "You are no man, you are a beast, an animal, a monster. You will set your affairs in order, see that your will leaves an equal portion to your wife, your daughter Moira, your ex, and your daughter Erin. Then you will tell your wife of your horrible past, and leave her, you will find a sleazy motel and check in. You will spend the next week contemplating the terrors you have committed and then you will end your pathetic life."

The mind form of Francis Solaris struggled, pinned in place and bleeding from the dozen puncture wounds of the sharpened pencils, "No, I don't want to die."

I leaned forwards and poured my willpower into him. The magic came like a burning heat from my eyes and the flesh of his mind self crackled and flaked away in black cracking flakes. He screamed but relented, "Anything master, I yield, I shall do as you say."

I pulled my willpower back and he sagged, defeated, I added one last command, "When I leave your office, you shall forget all of this. You will carry out your command with all possible haste, and you will remove your vile presence from this earth." Even here, in my mind, I felt something warm running down my forehead. I didn't need to look and knew for certain what it was as the blood ran into my mind's image of my eye, blinding me as my scalp bled from the power I had channelled.

His mind self nodded it's head, charred skin on a blasted face, a rictus that matched the evil of his soul itself. I grabbed him and cast him from my classroom, slamming the door shut behind him as I threw his consciousness out of my mind.

Back in the real world he stood holding a check. His eyes were glazed over and I knew that right now he was fighting a battle with the command I'd given and his own sense of self preservation. It was a battle that he had no chance of winning.

I reached out and took the check from his stiff fingers. But I stopped before I touched them. My fingernails were pouring blood from the soft tissue where the nails met the fingers. The nails beds were black and I knew, without a doubt, they'd fall off if I put any pressure on them. "Hand me a towel or something," I said, dripping blood on his desk blotter.

He reached into his desk and pulled out a clean white undershirt, folded, for emergencies I supposed. This qualified. I tore it in two, crying out in pain as two fingernails fell off with the pressure of the act. I swept them into the garbage pail, leaving more blood on his desk, then wrapped my hands up in the cloth. I pulled one hand up to my scalp and felt a fresh trickle of blood there too. I pressed against the wound in my head and and growled at him, "Put the check in my jacket pocket." An order he complied with, though the glazed look in his eyes was being replaced by one that looked haunted, hollow, and I knew that his subconscious mind had lost its battle with my command. He was a dead man walking now and he wouldn't know it in his awake mind, but his subconscious did.




Old World Magic Ch. 11



Thats when the screaming started. A hellacious high pitched keening that brought me to my knees. It was the sound of metal rending and glass breaking. Then after several agonizing seconds it was gone. I looked up and Solaris was still standing there, slack jawed, he hadn't heard it. Then the sounds of lions roaring, or some other great beast. Again no reaction from Solaris and I knew... this was feedback. This was the price I was paying for tampering with reality itself. The physical injuries, the bleeding scalp, the fingernails... they were physical, but these auditory hallucinations were going to be so much worse.

I stood and didn't bother to say goodbye to Solaris. My buisness with him was done. I stumbled into the hall, angry at how gravity had ceased to work properly. Several people passed me in business suits, but they all were 'wrong' somehow. They had the heads of great stags, or rabbits, or chattering skulls that oozed maggots.

I made it to the elevator before color left the world. It drained away from everything like melting wax running down a page. The elevator itself was a living breathing thing, it's walls slick with some sort of thick clear slime, and it spoke to me. I didn't understand the language, it was one not meant to be known by men.

Then I was outside in the fresh air, and the sky looked fairly normal thank God. Black and white still, but at least there were five moons shining down the way they were supposed too. I slipped and realized that I'd let my tongue fall out of my mouth.... How careless of me, I thought. I tried to pick it up, but my hands were gone replaced by two white mittens. No, not mittens, rabbits paws. How strange, should I be a rabbit now?

"Buddy, buddy, you ok buddy?" I looked up and saw a six foot tall talking snake wearing a button down and jeans. He had arms, that was odd, I thought.

"I think I need...." I started to say, Then I was taken by the name tag on the snake's shirt, "Raul Jiminez," I slurred, "I had a cab driver with that name not too long ago." I slurred.

"Oi, lets get you to a hospital vato" The snake hissed at me. I smiled and passed out. It seemed like the thing to do at the time.

To be continued.



Old World Magic Ch. 12



Authors notes :

I suggested that those who wished to keep the story light hearted at the beginning of chapter 11. So I will give a brief recap of what you missed if you skipped that chapter as I suggested.

Chapter 11 recap:

Mike Naughton fledgling mage, testing his powers, delved into the darkest recesses of the prostitute Erin Solaris' mind. In her mind he found the memories of an abusive alcoholic father that had shaped her life. Mike hired Erin on for a full week to be his personal escort while he stayed at the Casino Royale. Then Mike went to find her father. Confronting the man, Mike read his mind and found the depths of his sickness. Mustering every last bit of his power he commanded Mr. Solaris to make things right and then commit suicide. However the human instinct for self preservation is a very difficult force to overcome. The pure amount of magical energy that Mike poured into the spell created a level of backlash that he'd never experienced before.

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Old World Magic Ch. 12

by Rhev

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When I was young I used to take family vacations to the lake with my parents. I remember the feeling of jumping into the cool lake water on a hot summer day. The heat and grime and sweat of the day would wash off my skin as I dove deeper and deeper into the murky depths. I could almost feel the heat bleeding away from my skin as the refreshing waters surrounded and engulfed my entire being. That's what I thought of as I began to regain consciousness. That feeling from my childhood, diving into the purifying cooling waters. But it was reversed. 

First there was nothing, cold and dark. But then I rose up and the warmth bled into my body, the sense of self returned from the nothingness that was. I even felt grime, ache, and a sense of my skin return as I came upwards. I knew that in a moment I'd draw breath again, almost as if I'd been holding it as I was deep under water.

But then it all changed. I opened my eyes and I was floating. Not in water this time but a void, a vast endless sea of clouds and air. I looked down and saw my body. But it wasn't the body I'd worn for the last few weeks. It was my old body, the one I'd had when I met Adam Saks, my mentor. It was the body of a man, out of shape and pushing forty years old. My belly bulged and I had coarse dark body hair. Everything was slightly out of focus as my eyes were the old imperfect orbs they had been less than a year ago.

I floated in the colorless void and reached down. I felt my manhood, above average sized, but smaller than I'd grown used too with my new body, and slightly less impressive due to the fat my body carried. "What is going on?" I asked myself out loud, trying to figure out how I'd gotten here.

Then I heard a sound behind me. To say it sounded like a giggle would be a disservice. It was as close to a giggle as the sound of a bird's cry was to human speech. It sounded like glass breaking, it sounded like hail falling onto a tin roof, it sounded magical and musical. But somehow I understood that this sound was a giggle.

I turned, I know not how, and saw her.

She floated in the air, the void, the same as I did. It seemed completely alien to look upon her form, yet her lack of clothing told me that she was unmistakably female... whatever she was. She was completely hairless from the top of her shining skull to her toes, and her skin was a light purple color, the color of the sky right after the sun has set. For the most part she looked human, if you could imagine a purple, hairless woman being stretched out. I was tall myself, at over six feet, but she was almost half again my height and I guessed if she'd been standing next to me, would have pushed nine feet. However she looked like she weighed no more than a hundred and fifty pounds. Her limbs and neck were long and willowy, and delicate didn't even begin to describe how fragile she looked. Yet her from was curving and feminine as well. Her hips were rounded and I could see, even though she faced me, that she had the hint of a curved buttock as well. Her breasts were slight, B cups at best, but had deep purple nipples that were erect and protruding.

The sight of her nipples, erect and engorged had a reaction in me, and I couldn't help but look lower. There between the woman's hips lay a puffy, hairless mons. The rounded mound between her thighs was split perfectly by the slit of her sex, and I caught a glimpse of darker purple labia protruding from between. That is when I noticed her tail. From behind her a tail extended downwards longer than her legs, but thin and sinuous, waving in a breeze I could not feel.

I swallowed and look upwards. Her neck was far longer than it should be, easily twice the height of her head, and looking far too narrow and delicate to support her. Her head was human shaped, but not human featured. Her mouth looked mostly human, having a cute bow shape to it with deep purple lips and just a hint of white between showing that she had teeth. But above that was a flat space where a nose should be, instead two thin vertical slits below two wide black orbs for eyes. Her eyes were completely featureless black pits, and sat high in her brow-less face. The top of her head was capped with two thin waving antennae, similar in appearance though not size to her tail. If she had ears, they were flat to her skull and I saw nothing on the side of her head.

She giggled again and that magical sound filled my brain. She brought a hand to her lips and I saw that it was missing a digit, having only four fingers. But that was wrong too, she had two thumbs, one on each side of her palm, with two fingers between. Strangely enough that was enough to snap me out of my reverie. "What... what are you?" I asked, surprised at the sound of my old voice, and not the one I'd grown used too over the last few weeks.

The alien creature floating in front of me giggled again, both of her strange four fingered hands covering her mouth this time as it smirked and chortled. But then twirling in the air gracefully about me, she spoke, "What am I human Michael Gray? I am a sylphid." She giggled again and the sound traveled through me as I turned my head to and fro, trying to keep her in view. She floated and turned around my body, as if examining me from all angles. 

"How are you doing that?" I asked, watching as she simply drifted through the void with no effort. I was very disoriented. In every direction as far as I could see there was but a blue cloudy sky. I felt like I should be falling, but felt no movement at all. Nor could I see the ground in any direction. Part of me felt like I should be sick. For some reason it seemed like the right thing to do. But I didn't, and instead kept the strange sylphid in view as she whirled about me.

She smiled and said, "My name is..." then what followed was a noise like wind whistling past my ears, "...but you can simply call me Duskwind if that's easier for you." Her tail swayed close and brushed against my body, caressing one of my thighs and touching my stiffening erection before she floated away again. "As for how you move," She shrugged her shoulders impossibly high, though still nowhere near her head on that long sinuous neck, "You simply do. Will it to be so and it shall be."

It was magic of course, like casting a spell, i simply had to will something and then it would be so. I saw Duskwind floating before me, and so I willed myself towards her. Like a pair of magnets being drawn together she and I slammed together. Her willowy delicate frame crashing into mine as she grunted and my face smashed into her small soft breasts. Flailing I grabbed her about the waist as I felt myself 'falling' through the sky in the direction I'd sent myself. She laughed and I felt the warm skin of her body against mine as her strange hands stroked through my hair.

Hair, I'd forgotten about my hair. I'd gotten so used to being completely hairless save eyebrows since Renia shaped my body this way.

"Pardon me," I mumbled as I slowly pushed myself from her body. The light purple skin felt warm and dry, and I found that despite her alien appearance, I was quite aroused by her form.

Duskwind floated back away from me a few feet, and crossed her long twig like arms underneath her pert breasts. With no brow ridge or eyebrows it was hard to say that she was scowling at me, but I couldn't help but sense her disapproval. "That is your biggest problem human Michael Gray," she said, the light rumble of thunder coloring her words, "You lack control. You've got ability, but no sense of subtlety. You feel desire but no temperance You wished to move forwards and so your willpower shoved you like an ogre."

Duskwind flew graceful circles around me again and again as she chastised me, and I tried to listen to her words and not simply oogle her alien, yet erotic, form. "It's why you are here now human Michael Gray, in my realm. Your body and your mind was assailed by forces that you created, and you leapt away from the pain without looking. You cast your mind as far away from the pain of the backlash as you could, heedless of where you'd end up."

I was confused, and asked, "Where am I? Where did I end up? What is this place?"

Duskwind stopped her slow floating and moved close to me. Her large black orbs peered into my eyes as if she was searching for the truth. "You don't know do you? Pffath, humans, you forget all of your past as you create metal monsters that belch dirt into the sky. You, human Michael Gray, are in the domain of the sky, the plane of air, the realm of the above. I am a sylphid, as I said. I am the living embodiment of an aspect of the element of earth. A light breeze that warms a cold night right after the sun sets. I, along with many of my kind and others, live in this place."

"Embodiment of wind?" I asked, confused.

She unfolded her arms and rapped one alien fist against my forehead, "Yes human Michael Gray, this is not difficult. We have been a long time since we have traveled to your world, but we will always be connected to it. Certainly I'd know if you didn't understand what I was saying to you." She shifted and began drifting slightly from side to side, "As to why you're here, I don't know why you cast your consciousness upwards to our home. I suppose it was random chance? I would say that you're very lucky you didn't cast yourself into one of the hellish domains, the plane of slime, or simply off into the ethereal void." She continued and I realized that the only thing I knew was that I knew next to nothing about what she was talking about. "Or," she said nodding and smiling now, "Even that you came here and I was the first to find you. Had one of the Enbekar come across you first, he would have likely tried to devour you out of territorial anger."

Luck, I wasn't so sure it was luck. After meeting the owner of Casino Royale, Emily Whitefeld, I was beginning to think that my 'luck' was tied largely to my magical potential. Was it possible that my subconscious mind had sent me here, to someplace safe, to someone helpful? I didn't doubt it. As I pondered that thought, I had a sudden realization. The magic I'd used to move forwards had come instantly and easily. I closed my eyes and simply allowed myself to feel. I knew what my body felt like when it was low on mana, and likewise when I was full of magical energy after a fulfilling sexual encounter. But now, now I felt different. It would be wrong to say that I felt 'full' of mana, because it was so much more than that. I felt like every pore, every bit of my being was infused with magical potential. I wasn't just 'full' of mana... I was mana.

My eyes snapped open, "What is this place? Why am I so suffuse with mana?"

Duskwind chuckled again, covering her slight mouth with those strange hands, and then gestured around her, twirling in the air slowly. "The domain of air is far from your world. The mana that trickles down to you flows past us first, and so much closer to the source, it is easier to sup from." Her answers made no sense to me and I stated so. She glared at me again and said, "I know not how else to answer, but come to me, I shall take you to one who can give you the truth you seek."

We floated together and her long willowy limbs wrapped around me. Her lips found mine and my eyes closed as we kissed. It was strange she was so much taller than me, and the fact that she had no nose was obvious as our lips locked wetly to each other. Her body felt soft yet frail against mine and I could feel her nipples pressing into me as my neck craned backwards to kiss her. Her tongue split my lips and searched my mouth. The warm wet tongue tasted slightly off, not like a person's tongue would taste, but more electric. It ran inside my mouth and down to the back of my throat. Her long tongue was thin and actually pressed into the back of my throat. I almost began to panic at first, I wasn't used to having anything in my mouth like this. The imagery was not lost on me of how often in the past I had throat fucked my wife in my old life. She used to love the feeling of my thick cock blocking her airway and penetrating her throat. It was a habit I'd carried into my new life as Mike Naughton, and one that not every woman enjoyed. But I realized that despite her tongue penetrating deep back into my throat far deeper than anyone should be able too, I could still breathe. It was almost as if through her body fresh clean air was fed into me.

I relaxed and let my hands slide down her slim body to her hips. My eyes still closed they gripped her shapely buttocks. I slid them around till I found the junction where her fleshy tail met her back. Then suddenly she gasped, pulling her tongue from my throat with a long wet withdrawal. I gasped for air, even though I didn't need it and opened my eyes.

Gone was the formless void, and instead we floated in the air a hundred feet or so above a vast forest. In all directions I saw a great deciduous forest. Above us a perfectly blue sky, interspersed with fluffy white clouds. Duskwind took my hand and pulled away, and I only let go of her with a little sadness as my hand slipped from her rump. She pulled me along and I realized that we zipped over the endless forest at a breakneck speed. Flying through the air, I couldn't get a feel for the ground below, other than the knowledge that we were moving very fast. We spend along towards a great tree, a cone shaped growth that towered over the already huge forest.

We drew up before it and for some reason I knew that this was no simple tree. Duskwind let go of my hand and we floated there for a few moments. I opened my mouth to speak but Duskwind held one long slender finger over her lips in the recognized gesture for silence. So we floated silently. I lost track of time, as there was no sun, but we simply floated silently looking at the tree. It might have been minutes, it might have been hours, I know not. But finally we heard a great sound, almost a sigh, but it was as if the branches of the great tree settled.

Duskwind spoke then to the tree, "Greetings Elder Creaklimb, thank you for allowing my presence among your majesty. I am humbled by your greatness and thank you for recognizing me."

Then there was a great sound, it was the sound of trees blowing in the breeze, the sound of leaves rustling in the wind, the sound of limbs and branches bending and swaying, yet I understood it perfectly. Slowly the great tree spoke, "Greetings upon you Sylphid Duskwind, thank you for bringing me the early night's breeze to warm my old bones. I am inspired by your freedom and energy."

I sensed that I had just witnessed some sort of formal exchange but knew not what to say, so I instead stayed silent. It seemed like the best thing to do. The tree spoke again, "Tell me Sylphid Duskwind, this man you bring smells of a mortal. I've not seen a mortal in several rings. Why do you bring him to me?"

Duskwind smiled and moved towards me. She floated behind me and I could feel her breasts pressing against my back. Her fleshy tail wrapped around my waist almost protectively as she held my shoulders, "Elder, this is human Michael Gray, he knows not how he got here, nor where he is. I am not the type to answer such questions and thought that you much more fit to answer his questions."

There was another silence and then the tree spoke again, "You may leave him with me then Sylphid Duskwind, I shall see him safely home."

I felt Duskwind's arms slip away from me and her body pulled back. I turned to protest, not wanting to lose the sexy, yet alien form. I was alone in this strange land and didn't want the only person I knew to leave me. But as I turned, floating in air, I saw that she was already disappearing. Her body seemed to simply dissipate the way fog did in the morning sun. I stretched out a hand to grab her, but she was gone and my hand passed through her a moment before she was gone completely.

The sound of the wind blowing the the branches of the great tree behind me sounded like a soft bemused chuckle, and I knew that the giant tree was amused. His voice spoke and I knew he was telling me the truth, "Worry not human Michael Gray, I shall see you safely back to your home, back to your world of dirty air and metal birds."

I turned again and looked at the massive tree, then down at my body. The old body that I'd worn weeks ago, the body of the man who was not yet a mage, who'd not ever dreamed of such a place. I knew that this was a moment for me of realization, of acceptance. A small part of my mind had held onto this. Held onto he who was Michael Gray. When I came here I took this form, but it wasn't who I was anymore. I looked at the tree and spoke to it, "Elder, I am not Michael Gray."

Again the amused chuckle, "No, you are not, speak then and tell me what your true name is. Do this and I shall share with you the wisdom of the ancients, the wisdom of the old world."

I opened my mouth without thinking and spoke forth a sound. It was not English, it was not even speech, it was the communication of my soul to the great ancient. It was my true name.

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I spent time with Elder Creaklimb after that. He called me Michael after that, though it was as much of an affection as when I called him Creaklimb, as we both knew that neither truly was our name. But for our time together it was good enough. He told me of the nature of reality, and how easily changeable it was to those with the power like myself. He told me of the many worlds beyond what I'd known. There was the plane of sky, where I'd met Duskwind, the plane of earth below us, and the junction of the two where we were, the great forest. He told me of the old world, the world where thought was reality and all was as it should be. He congratulated me on knowing of the teachings of one of his students, a man whom my kind now called Plato. We spoke on the malleability of my world, and how it strove to become, and that craftsmen like myself were able to change it, but had become a rarer and rarer breed throughout all of time.

Creaklimb explained to me how the world abhors us. Reality was shape-able, but it was hubris to think that one could do so, with the powers of the gods, and expect no resistance. Since our bodies were of the world of forms, the further we pushed our reality from what we knew, the more our bodies and minds suffered the consequences. I had locked my own power in a battle of wills against another man, and while I'd won, the cost had been dire to me. Solaris had no urge to kill himself, in fact, he was a coward and would have never done such a thing. So my command to do so was as abhorrent to his reality as if I'd summoned a pink dinosaur in front of him, actually, more abhorrent. The damage the feedback had caused my body had been so intense that I'd somehow thrown my consciousness out of my body as a self defense. He informed me that such a thing was infinitely dangerous for my kind, and that I should consider myself to have the luck of the fox in order to have landed safely in the endless sky.




Old World Magic Ch. 12



He told me of a way to return to my home. To refuse my consciousness to my body and awaken, battered, but somewhat healed. We practiced the magical form for an age, and I felt I would never learn the correct patterns. Shaping the mental image to shift my reality was far more difficult than any mind magic I'd ever done. I grew weary and I slept, and then we practiced more. There was no sun here, simply light, always. So I knew not how long I spent here, but I slept and practiced and grew stronger and then slept more. I finally spoke my fears, that I would not be able to complete the spell I needed to return, but Creaklimb only laughed at me softly.

"Fear not, I have prevented you from leaving for some time now. I wanted to make sure that you had the forms perfectly before I let you leave. Were you to go to the wrong place or time, the results would be... unfortunate."

I nodded my head, and found that I could not be mad at the elder as I believed he had only my best intentions at heart. "So I may leave now then Elder?" I asked eager to return, wondering what the world had done in my absence.

There was a long pause before he spoke again, "You may, but I ask a favor as repayment for my knowledge."

I nodded, "Anything you ask that I can do, I will. You've taught me much and I owe you more than I can give."

Creaklimb spoke again, "It has been a long time since a human has walked amongst the great forest. My last student, human John Runningdeer, has not been to see me in a long time. I would ask that you find him when you return to your world and let him know that my daughters miss his touch."

There was a sound then, the sound of animals running through the forest, scampering in the underbrush. It was the sound of twigs snapping and of water flowing through a stream also. Then Creaklimb laughed softly and said, though I felt he spoke not to me, "yes yes, I shall ask, in good time."

I spoke again in the long silence that followed, "There are many people in my world Elder, how should I find John Runningdeer?"

Creaklimb spoke to me again quickly as if he knew what my question would be, "human John Runningdeer was born on the world of man not far from where human Michael Gray was born. Beyond that, I know not. If you promise to make the attempt to find him, then that is enough for me." Again I heard the noises, animals, underbrush, a stream. "There is one other thing I would ask."

"Anything elder," I spoke far too quickly.

"Three of my daughters have become ready to bear young. They wish to have the strength of the life force of a human flow through them. I ask that you meet with them and speak, and if you find them worthy, grant one of them your seed. For while they would bear their own kind, their children would have the spark of humanity to them, and that is a powerful spark indeed."

I waited to see if there was more, but I waited in vain, as Creaklimb had little else to say. I sensed that there was nothing left so I simply touched the massive tree trunk and began walking away on the soft earth of the great forest. All around me, life bloomed. Glowing insects buzzed around, birds the colors of the rainbow flit through the branches, and I saw a butterfly with a wingspan the size of my body tumble around a shaft of light.

I walked away from Elder Creaklimb into the forest, in a random direction, knowing that I would find a sign. So it was with relief when I happened upon a babbling brook cutting through the forest. The water was no deeper than my knees, and rocks and stones, rounded and tumbled jutted from the bed. I realized that as long as I'd been here, Id neither eat nor drank. Nor was I at that moment even thirsty or hungry. But the water was cool and refreshing and I strode to the middle of the stream. I felt content, relaxed, at peace. But then I knew I was not alone. I turned and was amazed at what I saw.

Standing before me were three beings that I could describe as aspects I suppose. The first, standing in the stream with me was a column of pure clear water, shaped vaguely like a person, though lacking any real definition. Then on the bank next to the stream sat a large fox, it's head cocked to the side as it looked at me. The last further up the bank, where the plants and trees all grew was a sapling that was shaped like a person, long willowy limbs where arms and legs would be and the vague outline of a face below a crown of leaves.

I was unsure what to do or say, so I raised one hand in a vaguely human gesture, waving and calling out, "Hello."

Then before my eyes all three of the figures changed. The sapling shook and shivered. Leaves fell from it's crown, creating a veil of falling greenery. It's bark cracked, peeled, and fell away. The rough rounded shape, similar to a tree flaked and dropped to the forest floor. Then from the remnants of bark strode a woman. She looked like a human woman except for the fact that her skin was a dusky and mottled brown. Various colors streaked across her surface, reminding me of the look of bark, though the way her skin looked it seemed impossibly soft and I ached to touch it. Her perfect round breasts were capped by dark brown nipples and her face looked as statuesque and beautiful as if it had been carved by a renaissance master. All of this below a wild and untamed shock of green hair that was interwoven with an occasional branch or leaf. She strode forwards on perfectly shaped legs and stopped a few feet from me, smiling. Then she turned and looked at the large fox.

The fox spun in a circle once then began to stretch. It's paws reached forwards and clawed at the ground while it hunched it's hind quarters upwards. It yawned once, exposing its long pink tongue. Then it began to change as well. Its muscles rippled and its form stretched out further and further. The limbs of the fox lengthened under the red fur and grew thicker and more defined. Its face shortened and grew wider as it's chest and hips grew wider. Its face turned towards me and it was now unmistakably human in appearance, save the dark black fox nose, and the triangular fox ears that sprouted from the top of her head. She, because the fox was unmistakably feminine with her wide and large breasts, ample hips, and rounded ass, looked at me and winked. Her eyes were a bright bronze color and she rolled over on the ground, exposing her body to me. Soft red hair covered her body, going lighter on her abdomen, breasts, neck, and face. Rosy pink nipples capped large full breasts that begged to be caressed. Between her furred thighs a thick patch of silky hair hid her most intimate of treasures. She stood up and ran clawed hands down her silken furred body, and I saw a large bushy tail swishing behind her as she moved to stand before me. Then she turned and looked at the column of water.

The transformation in the column of water was perhaps the least shocking. The water, which had little definition simply tightened and drew inwards, color coming to it's form as it did so. It's form stopped rippling and became more solid looking, like flesh, slowly as it grew to resemble a woman more and more. In moments a nude woman stood before me in it's place. Her skin was a light pale and soaking wet, water running down it in tiny sexy rivulets. The water came from nowhere but ran down her skin, dripping off her pert light pink nipples, running down past her small breasts, along her tight frame, caressing her hairless and dripping sex, to continue down lithe thighs and into the stream below. Her face was thin and delicate, with eyebrows and the crown of her head showing the only hair on her. Her hair was a light frosty white, almost a platinum blonde, and I realized it was the color of sunlight reflected on water.

I knew these must be the 'daughters' that elder Creaklimb spoke of, and I was stunned speechless by their majesty and beauty. The tree woman spoke first, "Greetings friend whom we shall call Michael. I am Turningleaf, and these are my sisters Sleepingkit and Brookesbend. Our father has said that you will bless one of us with your essence before you must leave."

I looked between the three inhuman beauties, and certainly each of them was gorgeous in a different way. But I smiled and said, "Only one of you eh?" I smirked at the thought of a four way with these three forces of nature.

Sleepingkit, the fox woman laughed and I saw that she had sharp pointed teeth, "Yes, only one of us. For while each of us is ready to bear young your time here is drawing to a close. If you dally too long with us, you will miss your window to return home."

The wet skinned nymph spoke then, "While it might seem worth it, to take the virginity of three aspects of nature like us, we wouldn't see you lost amongst these planes. You would lose yourself and become a wraith before too long. So you must choose one of us, and the other two will simply be glad for her sister."

Turningleaf, the green haired, spoke once again with a chuckle, "Though you can always come back for a visit later."

I smiled and looked at the three beauties. Turningleaf was statuesque in form, mankind's dream of the ultimate female form, curvy and flawless. But the mottled brown skin reminded me too much of bark, and while I could tell it would feel as soft and pliant as any human woman I'd ever known, I turned my eyes to her sister.

Sleepingkit practically radiated life and sex. Her curves were exotic and sensual. Her large breasts seemed to defy gravity and beg for my touch. In addition she seemed to have a spark of life, sexuality, vitality that was hard to describe. She was undoubtedly a wild woman and would be a ferocious lover. But her body was covered in soft silken fur, red and cream in color, and I was not a fan of body hair. In addition the sharp pointed teeth in her mouth were slightly off putting. I looked at her sister in the stream.

Brookesbend the woman of water was in some ways the least exotic of the three. She had the most normal form, well formed and proportioned but not very curvy. She lacked the assets of her sisters, being more lithe and athletic then buxom or statuesque. She also looked the most human, save the constant rivulets of water running down her face and body.

I nodded at her, "If I am only to choose one, I find that Brookesbend is the one that intrigues me the most at the moment. But I beg that the two of you," I said addressing the other two women, "Will not hold that against me, for you are certainly beauties and it is no easy choice."

Sleepingkit and Turning leaf each nodded and stepped away from me and retreated up the bank. Brookesbend came to me then and wrapped her arms about my shoulders. Her skin was cool and damp and I delighted in the feel of it on me. She pulled herself to me and our lips met. Our kiss was slow and moist, and I could feel the water on her body against my skin as my hands wrapped around her waist.

She was slick and damp, and I could feel her cool wet hair plastered along her back as my hands reached down to cup the curve of her ass. I pulled her towards me as my cock stiffened and pressed against her damp thigh. After a time, she broke the kiss and pulled me towards the edge of the water. I looked up and saw that her sisters had gone, no sign of the fox woman or tree dryad. But then Brookesbend pulled my head back down as she pulled my body down to the sandy stream bed beneath us. She wrapped my body with hers and the cool stream slowly lapped and flowed around our entwined bodies

I felt her reach down, one hand caressing my chest, leaving trails of water wherever her hand went. I sighed and pulled back from her for a moment ashamed. "Why do you draw away?" she asked, pulling back from me. Her pale blue eyes gazing into my own as damp white hair clung about her face.

I sighed and shook my head, "I don't know why I look like this. This was my old form. I wish I had the image of my new body, one that would match your beauty."

She smiled down on me and whispered, "So take it. Your body is not here, this form is what your mind made of it, and you can remake it as you wish. But do not think that I care about such things." Then she kissed me again, but this time her tongue entered my mouth. Suddenly my mouth filled with cool refreshing water. My eyes snapped open and I began to panic as she forced water into me. I swallowed, but it kept coming and then I choked as the water filled my lungs. I began to panic but she sat up and said, "Relax, you do not truly breathe here. Accept my gift and recognize its power."

I tried to calm down, but then I realized that I wasn't actually breathing. Once I had that realization the panic left me, and I felt like myself again. I looked down at my body, the older one, from my past life. I saw the beautiful nymph pressed against it, the water flowing around it, the feel of the forest all around me. Then I simply willed the change. From my chest I felt the water that Brookesbend had given me flow outwards. It radiated from my core like light from a candle until it suffused my flesh. Then I felt my body tighten and change and again I wore the body of young twenty one year old Michael Naughton. Hairless save my eyebrows, lean and muscular, and with a thick impressive cock.

The nymph laughed and reached down to stroke my turgid shaft with her water slicked palm, "Oh, maybe I should not have judged. For this is a change I like. Is it for me?"

I smiled and nodded, eager for the feel of her again. She rose up out of the water and swung one knee over my hips, her smooth and dripping wet vulva placed just over the head of my swollen dick. Still stroking it with one hand, she used her other hand to spread apart her dripping labia. "I've given you my gift Michael, now please give me yours."

With that she lowered her hips down. My stiff cock head split her wet pussy and still she descended. She felt much warmer in her core, and wet beyond belief. No woman I'd ever fucked had been as wet as her, and I could feel that wetness sliding down my shaft and into the brook between my legs. Then there was resistance, only the head of my dick inside of her, but I felt a pressure. Looking up at her face, I saw her bite on her lower lip and then force herself downwards. That pressure was firm for a moment then broke, and my cock slid all the way up into her. She cried out then, a mixture of pain and relief as she sank down onto me.

"Are you ok?" I asked as I looked up, unable to tell if the water on her face was tears or the wetness that covered her naturally.

She placed her hands on my chest as she began to rock her hips, "Oh yes lover, perfectly ok, but no more words now." She placed one finger against my lips and began to rock her hips back and forth harder. My cock slid smoothly up and down her wet passage. Previous to this I'd been with women who were squirters, women who were very wet when aroused, and even Ruby the succubus whose passage was a slick hot channel of erotic delight. But nothing in my experience could relate to the feeling of my cock sheathed inside of Brookesbend. I could say it was like fucking water, but that wouldn't give you the description of pure rippling delight that milked my cock. I could say she was dripping wet, but that wouldn't be accurate as her slickness ran from her like a faucet to coat my manhood and then mix into the stream we rutted in. Oh, she was wet, but she was also delightfully tight and warm, gripping and coaxing me.

Her hands on my chest were damp, and we were completely drenched in stream water, the water cascading down her body, and her delightful sexual fluids. She began gasping and moaning and I knew that she was driving herself to her peak. Her hands clawed weakly at my chest, leaving slight marks in the wet skin. Then she was there. Her head whipped back and forth, her frosty white hair whipping in an arc around her, spraying water in a halo. She cried out, and it sounded like a waterfall mixed with the wordless scream that women at their peak made.

I gripped her hips and continued to thrust up into her, causing her cries to echo again and again as she came against me. Finally, gasping for breath she opened her eyes and looked down at me, "I've given you my gift, now please, give me yours!"

I nodded and sat up partially. Holding her hips I rolled her over into the stream. Her legs came to wrap around my waist as I kneeled between her thighs. Around her face the stream ran, trickling over her body as it continued onwards. I reached down to grip my swollen and angry rod and lined it up with her slit. In one thrust I was buried back inside her. All the way to the hilt in the first thrust, I wasted no time. I began to fuck Brookesbend with a ruthless abandon. I slammed my hips down into her, fucking her brutally, violently, concerned only with my own pleasure now that she'd achieved hers. She cried out and moaned as her ankles locked behind my bouncing ass. I knew she was still enjoying it, but I also knew that she wanted me to cum. 

I felt like I'd been here in the great forest for days. I'd talked with Elder Creaklimb for hours and hours on end before falling asleep and waking to do it over again. I didn't know how long I'd been here, but it had felt like days if not weeks. In all that time I hadn't so much as jerked off once. So when my orgasm approached I could feel that it was going to be a strong one. One that had the weight of time behind it, of need and desire.

It was undeniable. When I finally did cum, I thrust into her one last time, fully hilting my well endowed staff into her. Our flesh met and she cried out in pleasure as I grunted and released. I felt my cock swell up and then spew, depositing my hot cum inside of her. Again and again my dick twitched and spilled my seed. Finally, after I know not how long, I collapsed. I fell into the stream beside Brookesbend, my cock still twitching and slowly small amounts of clear ejaculate. The water felt cool and refreshing and I closed my eyes and let it wash over my body, taking away sweat and cum as it rolled slowly across my warm body.

I felt her shift next to me and lean close. She whispered in my ear then, "Thank you, your gift shall create strong daughters of the forest. Rest now, and awaken in your world, the passage will be open for you."

I felt myself drifting off to sleep and tried to fight it. I needed to move out of the stream at least, if not speak to her, cast the spells to return home... I needed.... I needed.... I drifted off to sleep with her words echoing in my mind. "...the passage will be open for you....will be open for you.... open for you.... for you...." then as black sleep claimed me I dreamt I heard the last words from her lips, "...for you, should you wish to return." Then all was blackness again.

- - -

Waking up this time was not like swimming up from the depths of a lake. It was just waking up. In fact it was that uncomfortable feeling of waking up in a bed that you know isn't yours. Somehow your brain knows it before you're even awake. So my eyes shot open and I looked around. There were windows to my left, but they were dark, it was night.

"Hospital..." I said through bleary lips that felt gummed and dry. I coughed once and sat up. In a bed across the room slept an old man. I wasn't in the emergency room. I turned my head and felt my neck crack in protest. There were flowers on the stand next to my bed. A cheap arrangement, the kind you might buy a co-worker for their birthday or tenth year on the job. But there was a note, so I plucked it off and read it silently.

"Mike,

Hope you're feeling better soon. I had to get back to Hideaway and couldn't stay away any longer. I'll send some of the girls who live in Vegas to check in on you, Cheyenne is threatening to drive over and sit at your bedside until you get over your 'sunstroke.' But Adam has kept her restrained, barely. Call me as soon as you can.




Old World Magic Ch. 12



-Ruby"

There was a garish lipstick kiss on the card as well in the lower corner. I smiled and set the card back in the flower arrangement. Sunstroke eh? Well, I suppose trying to explain devastating feedback caused by magical powers might be a little difficult. I lay back in the bed as my head swam and everything was slightly blurry. I wondered if they had me on painkillers, something that was making everything fuzzy and wonderful. There was an IV drip on the other side of the bed and it ran to my arm. I followed the tubing from my arm upwards till I got to the spot where the drip chamber. I watched a fat clear drop fall from the IV bag into the drip chamber wetly. I thought of Brookesbend and closed my eyes again. I could feel the fluid dripping, slowly, drip.... drip.....drip....

to be continued



Old World Magic Ch. 13



When I woke next there was daylight streaming through the windows and I heard soft talking in the room. I opened my eyes and sat up to see two men in scrubs making the bed across the room from me. They were both dark skinned black men, one a bit older than the other in appearance. I put the older one somewhere in his late forties or early fifties, and the younger one maybe in his twenties.

I sat up in bed and they both turned to look at me. The older smiled and came over and said, "Mornin Mr. Naughton. Bad case of sunstroke yuh had there uh?" 

I licked my lips and nodded, clearing my throat as I shook off the remnants of sleep. He had an almost magical quality to his voice. I wasn't sure of his accent but I would have bet money that he hadn't been born in the USA. I must have looked confused for a moment and asked, "Sunstroke?"

The other man finished making the bed and the older fellow turned and said, "Yuh go ontuh the next room, I'm going tuh make sure this guy's ok." The younger man nodded and left the room. The sounds of a hospital drifted in from the hallway for a few moments till the door closed softly. The older man waited till the door was shut before answering, "Yes, because it's easier tuh convince everyone else that yuh had sunstroke or were on a bad drug trip yuh see then try tuh explain the truth."

I raised an eyebrow, and then it hit me. Using my sixth sense I sniffed the air and knew, it wasn't just his voice that had a magical energy, but there was an indefinable aura around him as well, one that spoke of magic and secrets. It was very weak, not like when I was around Ruby, Adam Saks, or Emily Whitefeld. But there was something there.

I pushed myself up into a comfortable sitting position on the bed, and noticed that my IV had been removed. Looking at the door to make sure no one was nearby, I asked quietly, "Are you a mage as well?"

He nodded, "I'm a very weak ones, fledgling I heard someone call me once. But my family has always had th' healers touch. An' th' Silence pays us well tuh keep it all a secret." He smiled at me and I couldn't help but feel comforted, secure, safe.

"The Silence?" I asked recognizing that he was using the word as a proper name, but not knowing the meaning. Elder Creaklimb had taught me much in my time with him, but that name meant nothing. "What's the Silence?"

Just then the hospital room door opened and the old man in the nurses scrubs simply put one finger to his lips and made a slight wink. I was confused and annoyed, wishing he'd answered my question before the doctor had entered. But the orderly simply left the room quietly as the doctor came to stand at the foot of my bed. 

The doctor had the cool crisp look to him of youthful arrogance. Certainly he wasn't out of his twenties yet, and now that I was back in my reformed body, I looked younger than him. But I'd been alive for almost forty years, and I knew that swagger, that walk. He thought that he had the world on a string and that nothing could harm him and nothing could ever go wrong. I missed that sort of youthful optimism some days.

He picked up a manilla folder from the foot of my bed and looked at the papers inside for a few moments before saying anything. He spoke to the paper, not even bothering to look at me, "Seems like a pretty mild case of sunstroke, get some rest and drink plenty of water. No booze for at least two days and no driving or operating heavy machinery for three. Any questions?"

I was silent for about half a second, I had a lot of questions, but none I could think to ask this man. But a moment was all the doctor gave me before closing the manilla folder and saying, "Good, you're free to be discharged. I'll send a nurse up with a wheelchair." Then he was turning and striding out of the room.

I breathed a sigh of relief, I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath. I sat up in the bed and looked around. There was an IV port taped to my left arm, but it wasn't hooked up to anything. I was free to move around. So I swung my legs out of bed and went to the little stand alone closet. I found my suit I'd been wearing when I'd been admitted and cringed at the dried blood on it. The suit was likely ruined. 

Where had I bled from? I couldn't remember. I took the suit and went into the bathroom. It was quite spacious, with a rope to call for a nurse and handles for people to get up and down from the john. With one foot, clad in some silly little hospital sock with rubber treads on the bottom, I kicked the seat up and then took off the hospital gown, eager to relieve myself before dressing.

After a minute or so, I cocked an eyebrow and looked down. This had to be one of the longest pisses I'd ever taken. And the stream was powerful, strong, like I'd been chugging water for hours. It was several minutes before I was finally done, and I was amazed at how badly I'd needed to go. I wondered how long I'd been out cold. It had felt like weeks that I'd been on the other plane, talking with Creaklimb. But he'd told me that time passed differently here and there, especially when only your consciousness was in that place, that it was likely that my body had not been asleep for weeks. Could my over active and copious micturition have something to do with the 'gift' that Brookesbend had claimed she'd given me? If so, I would rather have had a gift card.

I dressed in my suit, and decided that the blood stains weren't terrible, and maybe the suit could be salvaged, I'd definitely need a new shirt however, dried blood stains on a white shirt just didn't come out. I stepped out of the bathroom and bumped right into a pleasant looking nurse of obvious hispanic origins.

"Oh, pardon me!" she said as we crashed together in the hospital room.

I smiled down at her, she was quite short, though cute. Maybe in her thirties, with a round face and hair that had been pulled back, I couldn't help but notice the top edge of a tattoo peeking out from her collar on the back of her neck. She was short, and a little on the plump side, but she looked pretty good to me right then and I felt my desire rising as I looked in her dark chocolate brown eyes and said, "No no no, my fault." Then noting her name tag I added, "My apologies Maria."

She smiled and gestured to the bed. Immediately I wondered if I was going to get lucky that easily, but she said, "Sit down Mr. Naughton so I can take your port out. Your, ahem, friend Ruby already filled out the paperwork when she was here, so you're free to be discharged." 

I moved to the bed and sat down, rolling up the unbuttoned sleeve of my shirt and pushing the suit jacket cuff up as well. The way she said 'friend Ruby' told me that she had a very good sense that Ruby was not just a friend. Well, Vegas had it's fair share of prostitutes I supposed, and this cute little woman looked like she understood the need for discretion at least. She bent over, the V in her scrubs offering just the slightest hint of her cleavage before her head blocked the view. She quickly removed the tape and pulled the IV port from my arm, pressing a gauze pad to it and telling me to hold it for a moment. She then quickly placed tape around it, holding it in place.

"Tell me Maria," I said as she put the tape back in a little basket that she'd brought with her, "How long have I been here?" I was curious to see how many days I'd been unconscious. I hoped I hadn't been out so long that Emily Whitefeld had figured I'd reneged on our deal. Worse, if I'd missed the poker tournament all together. It would look quite bad for me, and I'm sure I'd be expected to pay for the services she'd already fronted for me.

Maria turned back to me, now holding a clipboard and filling something out. She remarked off hand, "Oh just since the taxi driver brought you in yesterday afternoon."

I was absolutely floored, stunned, shocked. I looked up at the clock on the wall, it wasn't even noon yet. I'd been in the hospital for less than a day? But it had felt like I'd spent weeks in that other place, the great forest, talking with Elder Creaklimb. I had learned so much, practiced my magic, how was it possible that I had been gone for a day?

I visualized the door I kept locked in my mind, then opening it, thought about Maria. My mind connected with hers and I began to read her thoughts. Well, that is what I wanted to do, but instead of the usual slow crawl of information, the usual sifting I had to do, it was like a flood gate opened. Everything that Maria was, knew, thought, felt, it all came slamming into me in a tidal wave. I slammed my door shut quickly and mentally sputtered under the flood of information that I had just received. Too much, too fast, I couldn't make heads or tails of it. That had never happened before. Usually I had to pour over a person's mind to try to drag information out of them. But with Maria it had been like the information couldn't come to me fast enough.

I thought about the door, and this time I changed it. I added one of those fisheye lenses like they had on hotel room doors. Then I let my mind self look through the door. On the other side I saw Maria's mind, but this was no good. I could see her but no information was coming through.

"Mr. Naughton," Maria said shaking my shoulder lightly. I snapped back to reality and looked up at her. "Mr Naughton, are you still feeling the effects of the pain killers we gave you last night? They should be out of your system by now."

"No," I said shaking my head, "Sorry, I was just lost in thought."

She looked at me as if she didn't quite believe me and frowned, "Well, in any case, no driving for 24 hours. There's cabs out front if you don't have anyone to pick you up I can wheel you down to them." She gestured to the folding hospital wheelchair she'd brought into the room.

I nodded and stood as she wheeled the chair close to me. I thanked her for her help as she gave me paperwork from the hospital. Then she wheeled me down to the ground floor and outside into the blazing Vegas heat. I felt woozy again but got into a cab.

"Where too man?" A deep voiced African American cabbie asked as I got in. The cab had it's AC running, thankfully. It wasn't as cool as I'd like, but compared to the heat of the day outside, I wasn't going to complain.

I was about to say the Casino Royale, when suddenly I had a thought. I reached inside my jacket and found the check that Francis Solaris had written to me. I was glad I was sitting down as I unfolded the check and looked at it. A year ago, in my old life, that would have been more than my annual salary.

I quietly folded the check and said, "Actually I need to go to my bank first."

- - -

It was the strangest sensation. I'd come back to the hotel and checked in with Ms Whitefeld, then returned to my room. Ruby was gone, back to the hideaway I supposed, but Erin the prostitute I'd hired to stay on in the other half of my suite hadn't moved in yet. Nothing seemed that odd or out of place, it was as if I had only been gone for around a day. I supposed that was the case. From anyone else's perspective I'd left the hotel, confronted Solaris, then been admitted to the hospital. I'd spent a few hours in a deep sleep, the doctors didn't even say it was a coma, just exhaustion brought on by heat stroke. Then I woke up and checked out of the hospital.

But for me it was so much more. I'd spent weeks learning at the roots of elder Creaklimb from my point of view. He'd told me about how the gods once walked upon the earth, man and beast spoke together, the fey and the demon lived in the same place as mankind. But that was before, in the early time, when the old world was still new. Mankind had pushed away the fantastic, driven it with wheel, telescope, and microchip. The idea of magic, unicorn, or vampire was something for our fantasy, something that would stay locked away in our minds that we could dismiss as fiction. But I knew, others like me knew. Magic wasn't just fiction and myth, it was real, but now so much further from our life then it used to be.

How could I rectify weeks of learning, discussion, mental growth at the foot of my wise elder, the great tree Creaklimb with the fact that this world thought I'd never left it? I knew the secret song of the wind in the trees and the dance of the falling flower petals. He'd told me about the lost lore of the kitsune, the sneaky guile of the boggarts, and the bloody and often gruesome 'jokes' of the far darrig. I'd learned to play games older than any living civilization and been told jokes in a language that had been dead for millennia. 

I realized that it was tearing me apart, this dichotomy. I had to accept the magic that had happened and incorporate it into my life, into the 'real' world. I threw myself onto the bed and ran a hand across my bald head. No hair would grow anywhere other than eyebrows on my body, thanks to the woman who'd given me this form, Reina. I didn't know why she'd given me a body that wouldn't grow hair, but it seemed like there might be a reason.

I closed my eyes for a moment while reflecting on the dilemma, just for a moment. My mind was simply whirling too much to make sense of it.

I opened my eyes and the room was darker. The sun had begun to sink and I must have been asleep for hours. Strange, I'd had no dreams.

Dreams! That was it. The entire incident with elder Creaklimb, with Duskwind, with Brookesbend, it had all been a dream. Of course I knew it was so much more than a dream. But I couldn't process it any other way. I'd fallen asleep and had a long and vivid dream. A smile creased my face as I allowed myself the belief in that lie. It wasn't a perfect answer, but it would do for now.

I rose and went to the bathroom to wash up, and afterwards noticed that the table that had been in the center of my room had been replaced. Gone was the well varnished wooden table with matching chairs, and in it's place now was a soft looking semi circular green felt table with leather rails around it. A poker table, I knew for certain, even down to the chip tray and the logo for the Casino printed on the top. I smiled and approached the table and found a folded scrap of paper on it.

"Mike, I came in with the men that brought the table, and you were out cold. I figured we could get started when you were awake, and am sorry to hear that you had a bit of sunstroke. Call me when you're up and ready to get to work. -E"

I rubbed my eyes and decided that I needed a full shower and change of clothing before I could deal with the luck mage who owned this casino. That and maybe a steak.

- - - 

The sound of someone knocking at the bathroom door interrupted my shower. Who would be in my suite? "Who is it?" I called out.

"Hi Mike," Erin said as she slid into the bathroom. She looked as pretty as I remembered. Light features, bright hair, so young. I mentally chided myself, I knew that with my new body I looked younger than her. In fact I'd only just celebrated my twenty first 'birthday' with this body, despite being almost twice that age. "I just got all my stuff moved in for the week into the other bedroom of the suite," she explained as she started peeling off her clothing, "and I thought maybe you might like to celebrate by picking up where we left off yesterday?"

Now naked she slid into the shower with me and I pulled her lithe body against my muscular chest, my arousal already stirring. "So," I asked as the water sprayed over us both, wetting down her fiery red locks, "The payments have gone through?"

She put a finger against my lips, "Shhhh, don't talk about money, it's so crass." Then with that she pushed her lips to my chest and nibbled lightly. Her lips sucked on my flesh and I couldn't help but shudder. My hands began to roam her back as she gently pushed me against the wall and explored my chest with her lips. Not a kisser, ok, I could handle that. Her hands found my stiffening rod and she looked up at me with her green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the misty fog of the shower spray, "Are you going to give it to me Mike? I felt a little wanting after yesterday."

She was referring to the fact that after a night of rampant sex, I'd gotten distracted and couldn't keep my erection yesterday morning when she was blowing me in the shower. Of course she couldn't know that the reason I was distracted was because I was reading her mind at the time and found some pretty awful, no, horrific childhood memories.

But I pushed that aside for now and reached down and let my fingers caress her pussy. Smooth and freshly shaved, and now wet from the warm water of the shower, my fingers slid along her puffy lips causing her to shudder slightly, "I intend to make up for that, and in spades." Then, grabbing her by the wet hair, I pulled her head back and dove forward, my lips finding her neck. I kissed and suckled at her creamy flesh as I let one of my fingers push upwards, between her nether lips and into the warm slickness of her sex.

She moaned and one handheld the back of my bald head as the other began stroking my cock. She said nothing, but simply vocalized her enjoyment and need with sighs and moans. I let my finger slide in and out of her lips, fucking her with my middle finger. The entire time I let my pointer and ring finger rub along the length of her labia, sliding between her puffy outer lips and tight pink inner ones. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, her natural lubrication mixing with the water of the shower and running down my hand and her thighs.

I broke my kissing from her neck to ask, "My my my, you're really wet for me aren't you?"

She slapped me lightly on the chest, spraying water everywhere as she moaned and half pouted, "Yes you beast, I told you that you left me wanting." With that she squeezed my turgid shaft and looked at me hungrily.

I chuckled softly to myself and removed my finger from her honey pot. I put it to her face and said, "Suck," in a commanding voice. Erin hesitated for only a moment then opened her mouth and took my middle finger. She licked and sucked on my finger erotically, cleaning her own juices from it as the spray of the shower pounded around us. I added, "I hope you're prepared, because you're in for a week of being fucked at pretty much any hour of the day. By the week's end, you're going to know the feel of my dick in you in every way so well you'll dream about it."

She smiled around my middle finger and then pulled the digit out and asked coyly, "Promise?"

I grinned, and instead of a response turned her around so she was facing away from me. Forcefully I pushed her shoulders forwards, bending her at the waist. Her arms went out and pressed against the glass of the shower wall. Reaching down to her now exposed ass, I caressed her sex. My fingers spread her cunny and stroked the lips, preparing her for what was about to come. "Oh yes Erin, oh yes."

Mentally I felt her screaming internally. Unable to resist, I let my fingers continue stroking her for a few moments as I mentally opened the door in my mind and allowed myself to connect to her. Much like in the hospital, there was a sudden flood of information. Too much info, it was difficult to process. But I tried to lock onto the most immediate and pressing thought on her mind and with great difficulty managed to single out that one thought. It was like trying to listen to one person while in a crowded and noisy bar, if that person was speaking softly.

'Oh God,' she thought, 'He's going to fuck me and I need to tell him to put a condom on. My purse is right there, I can see it through the shower stall... why aren't I stopping him now? Why don't I make him put one on? Why do I want it so bad with him? I should make him put one on right now. Right now before this goes any further...."

I smiled and realized what the problem was. I let my fingers lightly stroke her clit from behind. Her experience as a prostitute made her always want to use condoms. But my sex appeal, her desire for me, was overruling her common sense. In fact, I could sense that her wisdom was about to overrule her desire and she was getting ready to stop me, at least for long enough to grab protection. I had no desire to wear a condom. I knew that she was 'clean' I could sense it with my 'sixth sense' and besides, I'd read her mind.




Old World Magic Ch. 13



So I did something that might be a little unethical; I used my powers on her. *Mike is completely disease free. Mike is completely safe to fuck without a condom. In fact, you're going to enjoy it so much more without a condom. Tell him.... tell him to fuck you hard and deep. Tell him you want to feel him inside you, that you want to feel his hot cum shooting up into you.* I pushed this idea, this concept, into Erin's mind. It wasn't hard, in fact, it was one of the easiest commands I'd ever given. It was something she'd already felt, she just needed a little push.

She moaned and finally cried out, "Enough teasing Mike! Please, would you please fuck me? I want to feel that hard dick in me... I want to...." She paused for a moment as the last bit of her self control warred with her sexual urges. I was about to push mentally one last time, but I didn't need too as she finished her thought, "I want to feel your hot cum spurting inside me!"

Well, how could I resist? I gripped the base of my shaft and lined my thick cock head up to her slick cunny. I rubbed the head up and down her wet pussy, sliding it between her puffy wet lips. Her forehead fell against the glass shower wall and she moaned. Then she pushed back slightly, the head of my cock beginning to spear her open.

I groaned in bliss as the swollen head of my fat cock slid into her wetness. It was odd I supposed, it had only been a day and a half ago since Erin had knelt on this very shower floor, sucking my cock. Yet my memory said that it had been weeks since I'd seen her last, weeks since that night we fucked in the hotel room just outside the bathroom door. Even thinking of my time in that other place as nothing but a dream, it was still odd.

"Nnng, god yes that's so good," I muttered as my shaft sank fully into her, my balls meeting her gripping lips. 

She moaned and put a bit of sway into her back, causing the falling drops of water to change their path as they ran down her body, "Yes Mike, yes, give it to me now, don't hold back."

I was happy to oblige. My hands found her hips and gripped them as I began to set a firm, driving pace, bucking my hips into her, slamming my cock all the way into her as I did so. I needed this. I realized that as the water from the shower sprayed across the two of us and we coupled wordlessly. I needed this from her. While it may have only been less than two days since I'd last fucked Erin, it felt like so much more. It wasn't the finality of the act either. It was the act itself. I wasn't just looking forwards to cumming, to emptying my load inside of her, it was this whole act. It made me feel right again when I hadn't even realized that I'd felt wrong.

With each and every thrust into her quivering box, it felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. That the 'wrongness' that had been hovering around me, laying on my soul, since I gave Erin's father that deadly command began to dissipate. I hadn't even known how much that had been tasking me until it began to remove itself. It made the act of fucking Erin an almost spiritual experience, almost holy.

My contact with her mind hadn't fully been severed even though I'd closed the 'mental door' in my mind. I was still getting echos of her thoughts, likely due to our close and intimate contact. So when I 'heard' her repetitive cries mentally, I listened in. It was voyeuristic, certainly, but I didn't care.

'Holy fuck, holy fuck, oh god, oh god,' she repeated in a nonstop litany inside her own head, 'I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, I can't believe how fucking good this feels, holy fuck, I'm going to cum so hard, oh my god I'm so close, so close, so close....'

The pure erotic sensation of her thoughts made me so turned on, I felt like I could cum at that moment. My instinct was to hold back, to make her cum first, but then I realized I was above that. First of all, she was a paid professional, why should I care if she got off? I did care of course, but did I need too? Secondly, if she was this close, maybe my orgasm would trigger hers. Sometimes it was all women needed to crest the peak. Finally... why was I relying on my physical prowess alone? I was a mage was I not?

So I fucked her harder, and harder, letting my thick shaft plunge into her violently as I drove myself to my own peak, and then I pushed a thought into her head. *When Mike cums inside you, it will trigger one of the strongest and best orgasms you've ever had*

I felt the magical suggestion settle into her deep unconscious mind just as I reached my own peak. She was gasping and moaning now, her hands pressed against the thick glass of the shower. I tensed and pulled her hips back against me hard as I drove my dick all the way into her. I swelled once, and then released, groaning loudly as my cock spasmed, firing my hot ropy load into her.

"OH FUCK OH MY GOD!" She screamed as her body began to shake. If I hadn't held her hips so tightly, she would have fallen over. One of her fists pounded against the glass as she screamed out, "Ahhhhh! AHHHHH!!! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

Again and again, my cock twitched, spasmed, and spat hot cum into her pussy. I could feel it gushing around the edges of her tight little pussy and dripping down to the shower floor as I continued to thrust into her even as my mind spun and reeled from the power of my own orgasm. Yet still I came, flooding her pussy with my cream, until she finally pushed away from me, pulling herself off my impaling cock, and falling to the floor, kneeling with her back against the glass.

Still my cock fired off a few more shots, the hot ropes of cum splattering on her freckled face, mixing with the water from the shower to run down her face and onto her tits. I looked down, gasping and panting, as my cock finally stopped shooting, but slowly drooled a few more drabs of cum downwards to the tile. Erin's pussy literally was leaking my white spunk and I realized that was not a normal orgasm by any means. I'd never cum that much, ever. I doubted anyone had. I wondered if it had something to do with the 'gift' that Brookesbend had 'given' me in exchange for my seed.

"What the hell...." She muttered as she sat gasping and twitching on the shower floor.

I looked up and realized why she'd been shocked. All of the water in the shower was floating, hanging in mid air. It reminded me of the videos I'd seen of astronauts playing with floating balls of water in zero gravity. Each individual droplet of water was simply hanging, stuck in mid air. The water that was coming out of the shower was forming an ever growing ball right around the head of the shower. I quirked an eyebrow and reached out and touched the giant ball of water around the showerhead. As my arm moved through the suspended droplets, they clung to me.

Then my finger touched the giant ball and everything 'started' again. The ball of water came bursting like a water balloon outwards. It's spray drenching both Erin and I, and all of the droplets of water that hung in the air fell as they should. The shower began spraying normally again.

Erin looked up at me from the shower floor, the spray now hitting her in the face and rinsing my massive load of jizz away, and she asked, "Mike, what the hell was that?"

I looked down at her, at my slowly deflating cock, which was still very slowly leaking pearly white jizz, far more than any five men should have ever produced, and thought of the 'gift' that the water nymph had given me. But to the pretty redhead prostitute that was going to be staying with me for the next week, I gave the only answer she could possibly comprehend.

"I don't know Erin... I don't know."



Old World Magic Ch. 14



Erin Solaris, the prostitute I'd hired to live in my suite for a week looked up at me from the floor of the shower we were both in. Her red hair was plastered to her from the spray of the shower, and the last traces of my cum were running down her freckled face. She sat there gasping, her body still twitching and shaking from the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had, and from between her legs, a veritable river of my cum flowed out towards the shower drain. With a gasping breath, she asked, "Mike, what the hell was that?"

I looked down at her, myself still gasping from the massive orgasm. My cock, still leaking small drops of pearly white jizz, began to finally deflate. She might have been asking me what the hell was up with the massive amount of cum I'd just produced, filling her cunt, and then glazing her face, far more than a normal person could have produced. But I knew that wasn't what she was asking. She was referring to the strange event that had happened right as I came. As I came, fucking her from behind in the shower, all of the water that had been falling from the shower head simply stopped. It had floated in mid air for several seconds just hanging there.

In reality I figured that the two events were connected. I'd been unconscious recently, hospitalized in fact. But while my body slept, my mind had traveled to a different place. While in this other world I'd met an air sylph, learned at the roots of an ancient treant, and impregnated his daughter, a river nymph by the name of Brooksbend. She, Brooksbend, had claimed to give me a 'gift' in exchange for my seed. While I didn't know for certain, I suspected the increased cum production and the strange event with the water were somehow connected with Brookesbend's 'gift.'

But there was no way to explain that to a young, twenty something, prostitute who'd just experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life. Admittedly I had used my magical powers to implant a mental suggestion in her mind to make the orgasm so powerful. But I had no idea how to explain the floating water to her. So I shrugged my shoulders and answered her, "I don't know Erin...I don't know."

She was still twitching and shuddering from her orgasm but she seemed concerned, "But, like, you totally saw that right? The way the water did that right? I wasn't, like, imagining it?" She was starting to look concerned.

I sighed, this could go badly fast. I didn't want to do this but I had too. I went to the mental room inside my head and took a deep breath. Then I opened the door that kept out all of the outside minds. Immediately I sensed Erin's mind and stepped through the door. I was inside her mind and I felt her unease and uncertainty. I took those emotions and plucked them away the way one would pick an apple from a tree. Then I spoke words into my 'hands' and then brought my hands to the spot where her unease had been. 'what you saw was just your imagination, brought on by the powerful orgasm'. I released those words onto that spot, and they settled there, replacing her unease. Then I spoke to my 'hands' again and said 'You are happy and content, and blissfully satisfied from that orgasm.' Then I released those words into the spot where her uncertainty had been. The words settled there and replaced her uncertainty.

I withdrew to my mental 'room' and closed the door again. Then I let my consciousness drift back to the real world. Erin was still sitting on the shower floor, blissfully smiling and still shaking occasionally. One hand caressed one of her breasts and the other very lightly stroked her pussy. I smiled and asked her, "So, how was that?"

"Mike," she said in a dreamy half asleep voice, "That was unlike anything I've ever had. I've never cum like that before. I don't know if I can move my legs."

I chuckled and stepped out of the shower, "Take your time, I'm going to go get dressed, I need to call Ms. Whitefeld. I stepped out of the shower and dried off as she sat in the shower, the water pounding down about her, dreamily coming down from her orgasmic high.

I smiled and still drying off went into the main part of the suite. I was mildly surprised then to find someone sitting at the table in the main part of the suite waiting for me. "Hello Mike," Emily Whitefeld, the owner of the casino said as she looked at me. Then quirking an eyebrow she said, "I can wait for you to get dressed, though I'll admit I don't mind the show."

I startled and quickly moved the towel to wrap about my waist, "Ms Whitefeld!" I cried seeing the businesswoman sitting at the felt lined octagonal poker table that had been brought to my suite. "I wasn't expecting you so soon, but I was going to call you."

She smiled and nodded, "Oh I'm certain, though from the sound of it, you had some more pressing matters to take care of first." She nodded to the bathroom. "But Mike, why don't you call me Emily, I think I'd feel more comfortable with it?"

I nodded, "Ok Emily, let me get dressed and then..."

She cut me off, "No, that's ok, I don't mind. You've got nothing I haven't seen before anyways. Plus it's been a long while since I got to appreciate a slab of beefcake." She shot me a wink that somehow made me feel young, inexperienced. I almost felt a little color rising to my cheeks as her eyes gazed over my sculpted, athletic, hairless form. She added, "Whoever did the work on you was quite the artiste, and obviously a fan of grecian statuary."

I blushed then. Not too long ago I'd been a middle aged man with wrinkles, a beer gut, and sagging... well... everything. But now here was a pretty woman complimenting me and comparing me to a greek statue. I'd worked hard since my transformation to keep this body in shape, working out everyday and eating well. I had to admit that the compliment she was paying me was a better treat than any pizza or beer, of which I'd had none in months. "I think..." I said hesitatingly, "It might be better if I dressed?"

She chuckled and held out a deck of cards in one hand. "I'll make you a deal then Mike," she said, "Cut the deck and draw a card. If I can't guess it, you can get dressed. If not and I guess wrong, then, it's towel time for you buddy!"

I nodded, forgetting for just long enough exactly what she was. I forgot that she was a 'luck mage' and literally made her own luck. As I reached for the pack of cards I felt the tingle of magic around the two of us and realized what was happening. She called out "Queen of Hearts," with a broad grin on her face. With my 'sixth sense' that I'd been developing since becoming a mage, I could feel the magical energy flowing from her into the deck of cards as I cut it. I drew the card knowing what it would be before either of us looked at it.

I tossed the queen of hearts down on the table and sighed. She smiled and said, "Forgot didn't you? Have a seat towel boy, I've got some questions for you, starting with what the hell happened to you in the last day or two. A few days ago your magical energy was decent... maybe a king high pair at the most, but today you're a full house with trip aces."

I looked at her for a moment and then realized that she was talking about her own sixth sense. While mine generally tended to manifest in a way that I thought of as smell most commonly, her sense must be tied to gambling terms. I stood in front of her and said, "I'll answer that question if you show me that card cutting trick again"

Emily quirked an eyebrow and held out the deck, "Cut it and draw." I felt the magic flowing through her and could 'sense' what was happening better now that I knew to look for it. As I reached for the deck she said with a smirk, "Queen of diamonds"

I flipped the card onto the table and saw the second red queen staring up at me. But I didn't care that she'd been right, I think I knew what she'd done. I don't' know how, I'd never learned any magic without my teacher, Adam Saks at least giving me an example first. But I had to push my luck. "One more time?" I asked.

She sighed, "This is really tedious Mike."

"Come on," I cajoled, "just once more."

She smirked, "If I do, you lose the towel too."

I nodded and then heard a voice behind me, "Lose the towel?" I turned to see Erin standing in the bathroom doorway looking mildly annoyed. A brief touch of my mind to hers sensed that she was annoyed. She felt like Emily was intruding, that after the orgasm she'd just had in the shower, she wanted to spend more time with me, but here was some woman she didn't know, trying to get me naked.

I turned and said, "Emily, meet Erin. Erin, this is your employer, Ms. Emily Whitefeld."

Emily straightened then, it was one thing to be annoyed, but to find out that the woman in the room was the one paying the rather expensive cost to keep her here for the entire week was another. "I'm sorry Ms. Whitefeld, I didn't know who you were," the redhead said a little too quickly as she tucked a large towel about her breasts and came to the table. She held out a hand to shake and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you and if there's anything I can do..."

Emily interrupted, "That's sweet dear, but why don't you run along to the other bedroom now and let the adults talk?" She gestured at the door that separated the suite's two halves. Erin hesitated a moment, and looked as if she was about to protest, but her better common sense took hold. She nodded and then clad in only the towel left the hotel suite for the other room. It would be a bit much to say she slammed the connecting door, but it wasn't closed too gently either. Emily turned back towards me and grinned in what could only be described as lecherous, "Are you willing to bet the towel Mike?"

"I would really like to see that spell one last time," I admitted, and dropped the towel to the floor, exposing myself to her. She chuckled and held out the deck of cards.

"Queen of spades," she said as I reached for it, and again, I felt the magic thrum through the air, felt the power flowing into the cards. The mana of her spell rearranging the order of the cards, changing the chance that I'd draw that specific card from a very slim chance to a certainty. I tried to follow the flow of magic as well as I could, but wasn't surprised as I flopped over the queen of spades.

"Enough jerking around Mike, you've got nothing left to lose." She eyed my naked form, my cock flaccid, but still somewhat impressive in size and girth, and licked her lips. "Well, I suppose..."

I laughed and moved to the bed sitting on the edge, "No, I think three times is enough. So, what did you mean when you said I had a full house?"

"Every mage, shapeshifter, fairy, vampire, whatever that I've ever met has had a different aura to them..." She began to say.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" I said sitting forwards with shock registering on my face, "Vampires? Fairies?"

Emily gave me a look that simply said that I was being naive if I thought she was making this up. After all that I'd experienced, I supposed she was right. I pulled a slightly apologetic face and she continued. "Anyways," she said rolling her eyes, "Each supernatural has a certain aura to them. Some people can see the auras, I just sort of 'feel' them. I get a sense of a person's power as if I were gambling against them. For me, mages always feel like poker hands, probably because poker is my favorite game, and I'm a mage? I don't know, anyways, the stronger the mage, the better the 'hand' they have when I sense them out."

I nodded and added in, "I smell mages. It smells like the air during a thunderstorm when a mage is in the room."

Emily nodded and continued, "Well, when I first met you, I thought you had a decent 'hand' as it were. I thought, 'oh, here's a guy that's got a decent hand.' Two pair is either a well trained mage of little power or a fresh mage of some significance. To say you could have gained enough power to go from a two pair to such a high full house is surprising is a bit of an understatement. But it's not just that you gained that much raw magical training or power, it's also that you did so in such a short time. I mean, to maybe upgrade a single card in a five card hand in a day, I could see that... but to gain that much power? I don't understand how that's possible Mike."

I sighed, this wasn't going to be easy to explain. "It's probably all the time I spent in the endless forest," I said. But her look of total incomprehension told me that she didn't know what I was talking about. I tried a different tact, "You know, a different plane? Another world? Not here?"

Emily collected the three queens from the felt table and began shuffling the cards nervously as she leaned forwards in her chair. Any playful teasing about my nudity was now forgotten as she said slowly and softly, "Mike, maybe you should start at the beginning."

- - -

By the time I'd caught Emily up on the story she'd stopped shuffling the cards and simply sat, elbows on her knees, staring with her mouth open. She closed it audibly and set the deck of cards on the felt table, no longer needed, she finally asked, "Do you think all of that really happened though Mike? I mean, going to another world? It sounds like something that could happen, but...." She shook her head, "And you said you were there for weeks, but you were only out cold in the hospital for what... less than a half a day?"

I nodded, "I know it sounds kind of crazy, but I remember it all. I remember what Elder Creaklimb told me, what he taught me. I can remember the kinds of things he taught me about the history of magic, and how magic works and such."

Emily's gaze was intense then. I was again struck by her eyes as I was the way I'd been when I'd first met her. The intensity in her gaze was one borne of intelligence, experience, and dare I say, a fair share of doubt. The soulful eyes gazed at me from a face that was far too young to bear such experienced orbs. I'd been sitting here talking to her for almost an hour, wearing not a single stitch of clothing, but it was only now, under that gaze, that I felt truly naked for the first time. Her voice was soft when she spoke, but inside it was a hunger, a deep desire, "Like what?"

I smiled and stood up. My cock, flaccid, still hung several inches thickly against my thigh and I knew it drew her eye as I walked to her. I picked up the deck of cards and said, "Cut the deck and draw a card."

She shook her head, "Nice try Mike, but you're an eros mage, you can't cast my spells. My magic is luck magic, you can't cast the same way I can."

I held out the deck and grinned, "So you've got nothing to lose then."

She smiled and began to reach for the deck when suddenly I stopped her and pulled the deck back. "Ah ah ah," I said, "There's no point to the game if you don't risk something. I had to tell you my story, avoid getting dressed, and then spend the last hour naked for you. I think I deserve some sort of reward if I manage to guess correctly. Don't you?"

Emily rolled her eyes, "Fine, you're not going to be able to cast my spell, so what sort of wager would you like?"

I grinned, "I think you should strip down and join me. Seems like a fair trade off."

She sighed, "Fine Mike, you've only got a one in fifty two chance of guessing anyways. If you guess correctly, I'll strip down and we can play some cards in the buff." She held up a finger and said, "but if you don't, I go get some of my employees that I can trust and we start practicing your cards tonight." She smiled again and added, "I'll let you get dressed while i gather them up."

I nodded and held the deck back out to her. As she reached for it I said, "Ace of spades."

She drew the card and then smiled and said, "Nice try Mike, I told you, you're an eros mage, you can't cast the same spells as me." Then she tossed her card to the table. Six of club landed face up and she stood up and made her way to the door. She called over her shoulder, "Be back in a bit then we get to work."

I stood there next to the table and let the mana flow through my body. I flipped the top card and looked down at the ace of spades. I smiled and said, "Ace of hearts, Ace of Diamonds, Ace of clubs, King of hearts...." and on and on, letting the cards fall in the proper order as magic ordered the deck perfectly as I called them out.

I wasn't supposed to be able to do this? Maybe it would be best if I didn't let her know just yet.

- - -

The next few days flew by in a flurry of activity, poker, and rampant sex with Erin. I would play cards with dealers and casino workers till sun up. Sometimes Emily came and sat in on the games for a little while, but usually she didn't. Then when the sun would finally shine too brightly to ignore, I'd call an end to the night, draw the blinds, and summon Erin to my bed. From there it was usually at least an hour or two before I finally got to sleep, depending on how much of my magic I'd used that night. A 'breakfast' sometime well after noon, and then I'd hit the casino floor for the afternoon crowds. 

Afternoons in the Casino Royale were full of the 'blue hairs.' The older crowd that bet small, but enjoyed themselves immensely, at least for the most part. I considered this a good part of my self training. It was where i could practice trying to focus on reading the minds of my fellow card players while still playing my hand of poker.

I was growing in power, I could tell that. My first hint was right after I'd woken up in the hospital when I'd been flooded with information when I tried to 'read' the nurse. Ever since I woke in the hospital, information was coming much more easily and freely whenever I connected with another person's mind. But it was too much, too fast, and I had to concentrate too hard. I couldn't play a hand of poker very well if I was trying to sift through a flood of information from a person that included everything from their favorite flavor of ice cream, to the way it felt the first time they drove a car, to the regret they had for not going to their cousin's wedding last month. Somewhere in all of those thoughts, images, feelings, and emotions was the mental thought of what cards they had in their hand and what they were thinking about doing with those cards. The sheer amount of attention I had to use to get the needed information was too high to focus on my own cards.

I suppose that it would have been fine for me to just fold out my hands and play conservatively while I mentally dug for info, but that wouldn't fly in the big tournament. In addition I could only really play well or dig for information, not both. I needed a new way to 'access' the information that I was reading from people's minds. 

I tried calling my mentor, Adam Saks, for advice, but he refused my calls. Ruby told me that he was apparently quite pissed off. He was trying not to show it, but he was very angry that I'd decided to up and disappear for a week. But I wasn't beholden to him. He was my mentor, my teacher, the man who'd ushered me into this crazy world of magic and mystery, but he wasn't my father, he wasn't my boss, he wouldn't tell me what to do or how to live my life.

I had as a matter of fact, been debating leaving his company. Ruby's Hideaway in Vegas was nice, and there was a constant flow of mana due to all the sex that the prostitutes had. But I didn't feel like I was learning. Especially after my time with Elder Creaklimb, I felt like there was more for me to do and learn out in the world then holed up in Adam's brothel. Besides, I'd promised Ruby that I'd find a way to free her from her servitude to Adam, and I didn't really think that was something I could accomplish while living on his property.

So I was stuck trying to learn a new method for myself. Mind you, when I say this, I mean that I was trying to invent something that I wasn't even sure existed. Adam had taught me several ways of skimming through thoughts to find what I needed, but now I needed a way to instantly gather information without the time that it normally took. It was like a painter trying to come up with a new color that he had never seen before, or a writer trying to invent a new style of poetry that hadn't existed. I felt there must be a way, but I didn't know how other than to try and fail.




Old World Magic Ch. 14



My method of casting spells was very heavily rooted in visual imagery. Since my magic was based on mental manipulation and mind reading, most of my spells started with my own mind. I had learned to visualize my mind as a room. It had started as a classroom that I'd taught in a lifetime ago, but had changed over the weeks of practice. Now my room was a safe haven, it was more like a small efficiency apartment than a single classroom. The main room was where I spent the most time when I started spell work. For the main room had the door that lead out to other people's minds. It also had windows which I could simply observe without taxing myself. But there were other rooms if I needed them. There were closets where I could store things, safe from the sight of anyone who might visit, such as Adam when he chose to read my mind. There were other rooms, rarely visited, the bedroom for example where i could examine my dreams and ponder their shape and form. There was the bathroom inside my head where i could shower and cleanse myself, using pure mana to get rid of any 'taint' or 'backlash' that I'd accrued with my spells.

But to read another's mind, I always had to leave through the front door. From there I could step into their mind, or I could pull the information into my own, and sift through it at my leisure. But while I was focusing on that, while I was working the magic of those spells, I had very little concentration to spend on the real world. So I could nod, grunt, throw out the rare comment that might make it seem like I was lost in thought. But I certainly couldn't perform tasks that required my full attention; like play a hand of poker.

I pondered my dilemma as I sat at the table, slowly losing my $1 chips to the nice old ladies. There were four of them, friends from church they'd told me, though I had already forgotten their names. It wasn't important, though they seemed gleeful to have a 'nice young man' sitting with them. I'm sure they didn't mind taking my money either as I lost or folded hand after hand.

Poker at a casino was a little different than other card games. The house didn't play, you only played against your opponents. There were five, seven, and nine player tables, and each player paid an hourly 'sit fee' to play against the others. There was a casino dealer, and it was considered good form to tip the dealer if you won a big pot. But it was low risk for the casino, and with the amount that poker had gained in popularity in the last few years, easy money for them.

I sighed, returning to reality enough to toss in my blind when I was made large blind, and then threw a $20 chip to the dealer for no reason. He smiled and nodded at me, "Thank yuh suh," he said in a deep southern accent.

It was just enough of a shock to my system that I turned to look at him. Crisply dressed in his uniform, with immaculately trimmed fingernails, he looked the perfect image of a card dealer in a casino. His skin had a healthy glow to it, a deep dark black skin that shone under the bright casino lighting. His smile was practiced and easy, but seemed genuine enough.

"You're welcome Tevon," I said reading his name tag. I added, mostly for show, "But I'd like some good cards this hand, these ladies are fleecing me!"

The women giggled and the dealer chuckled but said nothing. Something however was tickling my imagination. I couldn't sense what it was, but I was on the verge of an idea. I didn't know why, but looking at the dealer, I had something...something...something.... Something was trying to get my attention. I folded my hand in disgust when I was dealt a three nine off suit. But instead of going back into my mind to work the spells, I stayed here in the real world to try to figure out what the thought was on the edge of my mind.

It was like when you ate something and it got stuck in my teeth, I couldn't quite get the thought, but it was all consuming as I grasped for it. Something about my last few moments had been important.

Tevon the dealer? No, that wasn't it. The old ladies beating me at poker? No, not that either. The tip I gave, Tevon's uniform, his accent? No no no.

I put a $50 chip on my spot and stood up, "Washroom ladies, I'll be back right away." I stood up and backed away from the table so I could take it in as a whole, thinking maybe that would trigger it. Sighing, I walked to the washroom to relieve myself.

I nodded at Jamie, one of the pit bosses who'd been briefed of my status as a special guest by Mz. Whitefeld herself. He nodded back and then turned to watch over the blackjack tables in his section.

I stopped right in the middle of the casino floor. That was it! I looked back at the poker table I'd just left, then at the higher stakes tables on a different part of the floor. The poker tables didn't have as much security. I took one last look, fixing the images in my head, then went to the washroom, I had been drinking beer after all as I played.

I thought it over though, why did the security matter? Obviously they had security at the poker tables, they had too in order to prevent cheating. But it wasn't as big a priority, because if anyone was getting cheated, it was one player versus another, and the over the table cameras could catch it and be reviewed after the fact. The casino didn't care about catching cheaters at those tables, because they didn't really stand to lose anything. They just had security so that they could tell who was cheating if someone got called out.

I slapped my hand against the tile wall of the bathroom above the urinal and let out a wordless shout of joy, "YAHHH!" I smirked broadly, I had an idea, possibly a great idea. I made sure I washed and dried my hands well before making my way back to poker table with the old ladies. I had a new strategy to try. As I did, I smiled up at one of the omnipresent black plastic globes that dotted the ceiling by the hundreds, covering every inch of the casino floor. "Thanks," I said to the black globe, "You've just given me a great idea."

- - -

I sat inside my mental room that was my visualization of my own mind. The main room had a large blank wall. With a thought it became a view screen as big as the wall itself. Then I looked out the 'window' and smiled. There, close by, I could see the visual representation of the four old women and the dealer. Further off in the distance, hazier, everyone else in the casino. Proximity made mind reading easier. Now normally I'd open the door and step into the minds of one of my fellow players, or draw in their thoughts and work with them in my room. But the problem was that there was just so much information and it was difficult sorting through all of it.

But magic was a mysterious force that I was in control of, wasn't I? I needed a filter, and what better way to do it than terms and images I was familiar with. I drew mana into myself and formed it. Then placing the still smoking mass of pure energy on the ground, I watched as it took the shape I desired; a computer. It looked like one of the old computers I had in school when I was a child, an Apple II, I think it was called. Monochrome monitor, keyboard built into the computer itself, and big floppy drives, it was glorious in it's own way. But it wasn't real, it wasn't an Apple, it was just a representation of a spell that I'd created. As I watched cords snaked out of the back of it and into the wall sized view screen. Then I turned back and went to the door of my mind. I opened it, and the women's minds rushed towards me, eager to reveal their secrets. But I held them off for now. I created four more balls of glowing mana and set them loose. As they zipped towards each of the women's minds they changed, turning from glowing balls to cameras on dragonfly wings. I smiled and closed my door and turned back to the viewscreen.

The screen resolved into four separate sections, and each one began filling with random images, thoughts, memories, etc from each of the four women. The images were too fast and completely indecipherable. This was why I usually had to weed through them myself, and with great care. The human mind simply thought too quickly for me to determine the multitude of different thoughts all occurring at once. But this was where the computer came in.

"Computer," I said, actually referring to the spell I'd created, "Filter out any thoughts not relating to poker."

Instantly the flood of images slowed to a trickle. Now there were only thoughts and memories related to the card game. But there was still too much. These women had lived decades more than me, and I was almost forty (despite being in the body of a twenty one year old). Every memory of poker flitted through their minds, making it too hard to decipher.

I called out, "Filter images to be only current thoughts and feelings, not memories."

The view screens all changed instantly. Now instead of a flash of images rolling by too quickly to decipher, each of the four quadrants showed just one image that changed at a reasonable rate, or moved along in real time. The problem was that none of the images were about poker. One lady was thinking about her cat, that she'd left at home. One lady was wondering if she should have another drink this early in the afternoon. One was worried about her daughter, thinking that her son might be unable to find work. The last was simply fantasizing about a vacation cruise. The last's imagination was so strong in fact I could swear I was watching events that were really happening, not a fantasy. Interspersed throughout all these images there were brief flashes of their cards, of me sitting at the table, of Tevon the dealer, but they were too quick. These women weren't playing the game seriously and their minds weren't on the game.

"Computer," I called, emulating the characters on a sci fi show I used to like when I was younger, "Now filter the images to only visual images that are occurring in the present, and disregard anything else, still keeping it limited to poker."

Better, but still not perfect. Now all the quadrants were blank, but occasionally flashes would show up of their cards or chips. I grinned, and added, "Now, any time one of them thinks about their current hand, or looks at their current cards, freeze their quadrant on that image."

It took a few moments, but eventually all four quadrants were lit up with a visual image of what the ladies were holding. I smiled, this was going to work! I added one last command, "Ok computer, run this program until I shut it down, and refresh the screens at the beginning of each and every new hand."

I returned to the real world to let my weak pair of 7s be beaten by the lady worried about her cat. Then the new hand started. I waited a few moments, and then closed my eyes. I dipped back into my mind for just a half of a second. Just long enough to look at the huge viewscreen and the four images that sat upon it. Four poker hands.

Smiling I opened my eyes again in the real world, and folded my hand. Then I waited, and sure enough, each woman had the exact cards I'd been expecting. The program worked, and now I could see what they had in their hands without all the time constraints of sifting through their mind. No one would hastle a poker player for closing his eyes and thinking for a second or two, and that was all I needed to know what they had in their hands!

"I feel like my luck is about to change," I announced to the table, "Lets play some cards."

- - -

I played with the old women for about another two hours, and each time, my new spell worked perfectly. I made sure to lose a fair amount, I didn't want to take these nice old ladies money from them after all. Though I did win back just a little of what I'd already lost. I finally begged off after purposely losing three hands in a row. There was a kindly old gentleman who was eager to take my spot anyways.

I stopped and handed my chip tray to Jamie, the pit boss, and nodded towards the table I'd just vacated, "Those four women? Comp em their rooms, tell em it's from the casino for being such lovely players. Give them tickets to something and a dinner voucher too."

Jamie looked at my chips, "On the casino?"

I smiled, "In this case, I represent the casino Jamie." Then I pat him on the back and made my way towards the elevator banks. I was feeling a little run down and needed a mana top off, I hoped Erin was in the room, because I knew just how to handle that kind of a top off.

One of the other things I'd been practicing over the last few days was my control over the 'gift' that Brooksbend had given me. I wasn't sure what the 'gift' was exactly other than I seemed to be drawn to the element of water, and it seemed to make me produce copious amounts of semen. After that first incident in the shower, I found out that I could 'control' it to an extent. If I allowed myself to stop ejaculating during orgasm, I would. But, if like in the shower, I simply let the waves of pleasure flow through me, I'd continue to spill my seed at a supernatural rate. The one thing I hadn't yet figured out if that meant yet, was if that copious ejaculation meant that I was now 'fertile'. See, one of the things that I'd learned early on from Adam was that Mages like us were often unable to conceive a child with a normal non-mage. It was why my wife and I, before I'd met Adam, had never been able to have a child. Over the last few days the only woman I'd had sex with was Erin, and obviously she was on birth control anyways. I pondered it as I pushed the button in the elevator that would take me to the upper floor where my suite was located.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, I had a slight headache. It must be from the flashing lights and noise of the casino floor. I hadn't been sleeping much the last few days. I'd been having a lot of sex with Erin, which gave me the mana pool I needed to work my spells, and also siphoning some of that mana off to keep me awake. I should probably sleep soon though.

I began to feel a little light headed and looked up at the display on the elevator as it counted up. Man, I was feeling really tapped out actually. Maybe I'd just take a nap and not give Erin the dick once I got up to my room.

*bing* The elevator chimed and stopped on the fourth floor. I felt the elevator car swaying around me and my eyes felt like they were burning, a headache springing from nowhere suddenly burst across my brain. The doors of the elevator slid open and a family looked in at me. The father asked in a horrible midwest accent, "Go-in down?"

I shook my head no and pointed up at the ceiling as a wave of nausea hit me, adding to the near migraine headache. What was going on? This wasn't normal, this wasn't natural, something was wrong. The wife of the family looked in at me and said, "Hey you don't look so good, you ok?"

I nodded my head, but didn't trust myself to speak. I slapped the door close button and managed to stay standing as the doors shut on the family looking in at me. As soon as they shut I fell face first into the wall of the elevator cab and slid down to the ground. Feedback, this felt like the feedback that had happened after I'd forced my spell on Francis Solaris. But it wasn't quite the same. I felt like I was being torn in two.

I closed my eyes and retreated to the sanctity of my mental 'apartment' to try to figure this out. Now it's important to realize that the apartment in my head wasn't real. It was just a visual representation of my health, the spells I was casting, my general state of wellness. So you can imagine my surprise when I entered my mental sanctum and found it on fire.

The 'computer' I'd created with mana as a spell to filter the results earlier was throwing off sparks and had gouts of flame leaping from it. The giant screen on the wall still showed images of the women's poker hands. But most disturbingly, in addition to being on fire, chunks of the ceiling and walls were simply falling apart.

I would have slapped myself, but there wasn't a moment to lose. Every second things got exponentially worse. Pointing at the computer I willed it out of existence. It vanished as the spell that it represented dissolved into ether. Then I sent out mental commands and the spells that I had placed on the four old women likewise broke up and vanished. Immediately the pressure that had been building vanished. I felt the headache vanish and the flames in my mental 'home' burned out leaving scorched walls.

Returning my focus back to the real world and not my mental state, I breathed a sigh of releif. That had been a very close call. I'd almost suffered another aggressive feedback attack. I stood up, leaning heavily on the wall, and considered what had just happened. I'd created a new spell, two new spells actually. One that would gather the thoughts of multiple people at once, and another that would filter out the results of their minds for me. It seemed to be working fine, but as I got further and further from the targets, the drain on my mana to maintain the spells became exponentially more costly. As the elevator took me further and further from the casino where the four old women sat, the spells drained my mana more and more rapidly. Then when there was none left, it began trying to keep the spell running without any fuel. So it went to the next available source of energy.... me.

I shuddered as I realized how simple a mistake I'd made. I simply hadn't stopped the spell that was eavesdropping on their minds. Now I was not only completely drained, but I'd suffered some painful effects. If I hadn't stopped the spells when I had, it likely would have killed me. As it was I needed to rest, to regain my mana. No, what I really needed was to fuck and then rest. The need was overwhelming, it was a hunger, a drive, the lack of mana in my injured system was a hungry beast roaring inside me.

The elevator finally stopped at my floor and I uttered a mumbled prayer that Erin was in the room. I stumbled down the hall and managed to feed the key card into the lock on only the third try. Pushing the door open I called out as I began unbuttoning my shirt, "Erin! Erin, I need you!"

But the sight before me as I entered the main bedroom of the suite was equally unexpected and most welcome. Cheyenne lay on my bed, smiling, wearing only a black bra and panty set. I stopped stunned, my cock twitching at the sight of the caramel skinned, curvy, exotic beauty. Grinning wildly she stretched on the bed slowly, languorously, like a cat in a beam of sunlight and said, "I haven't seen you in days Mike, I had to come see you on my day off." Then she ran her hands back up and down her body, hugging the curves of her body and she sighed softly, "I hope you don't mind."

Here was one of the sexiest young women I'd met since starting my new life as a mage. Her mixed native american ancestry gave her all the right curves and just the exotic enough look I needed to feel my cock straining against the inside of my pants. I knew she had a little bit of a crush on me, and she obviously was hoping for some sex based on the way she was dressed and lounging on my bed. But, despite the obvious intention, I paused for a moment and asked, "Where's Erin, and how'd you get in?"

I wasn't prepared for her reaction. While her sexy smile continued, the wave of crushing thoughts from her almost flattened me. It must be because my mental 'defenses' were so shattered from the damaging spell work I'd done earlier, but I heard her thoughts as if she was shouting them through a megaphone. It wasn't a single thought, but a human mix of emotions, experiences, and reactions to my question. Fear and insecurity were primary in the blast. She definitely had feelings for me, and she was worried that what little relationship we had, which was very slight in my eyes, was slipping away from her. She also didn't know who Erin was, but was afraid that I may have found someone to 'replace' her as my number one girl in the few days I'd been away from the Hideaway. There was also a question there, hidden in all that emotion, a curiosity. She'd been hurt by men in her life, and it's one of the reasons she went into the job she did. But I'd always been kind to her, loving even. She wondered if there was more to me, if there was something that I had that could give her more than just a good time.




Old World Magic Ch. 14



I staggered under the weight of the mental assault, the raw power of her naked emotions against my battered defenses. She sat up on the bed quickly, "Mike, are you ok?"

"Headache," I stammered pinching the bridge of my nose as I did what I could to shore up my mental defenses and block out the wave of concern and emotion blasting from her into my mind like a firehose. "Bad one."

She knelt on the bed and made a 'come here' gesture with both arms. "Come Mike, lay down, I'll give you a back rub." But then she slid off the bed and used the computerized controls to lower the shades and close the curtains against the afternoon light streaming in through the windows.

I nodded and stripped off my suit, as she did that. I sighed as the room darkened to a nearly pitch black state. There was just a hint of light coming from around the curtains that shed enough light to see the very edges of the furniture in the room. Clad only in silk boxers, I crawled onto the bed and lay face down as Cheyenne crawled back onto the bed with me. I heard the sound of cloth dropping to the floor, and then she was astride me. 

I felt her knees on either side of my waist as she sat astride my butt. She leaned forwards and I felt her fingers begin to press into the flesh of my back. I sighed and I felt a trickle of mana begin to flow into me at that touch alone. The sensuality, the sexuality of it, it was enough to begin to restore my powers. Her palm pressed into my muscles and worked them and she leaned forward after a few minutes and whispered into my ear, "I've missed you Mike." Then she kissed my ear lightly. I could feel her bare breasts against my back as she did that and I realized that she must have stripped off her bra. Beneath me, my hard cock throbbed as my weight pressed it into the mattress.

The wonderful and highly sensual massage continued for a while, I'm not sure how long honestly. But then she was sliding off me and tapped one of my hips. "Roll over so I can do your front now." I did as she commanded, but as I did so I felt her wiggling on the bed next to me and she added, "And off with those shorts."

Well, I wasn't one to argue, so I slid them down then kicked them away. As I settled onto my back, now nude and with my stiff cock pointing at the dark ceiling she let a scrap of silk brush across my face. The unmistakable scent of feminine arousal filled my nose as she wafted her panties by me. She leaned in again, her body snuggling up against mine in the darkness. Her breasts pressed into my side and she again found my ear as she whispered, "I've missed you so fucking much and you've only been gone a few days. Do you smell how horny I get just being around you, just touching you?"

I turned and kissed her, my lips finding hers in the darkness. I took the panties from her and threw them to the floor, then guided her hand to my rock hard shaft. "I'm this hard just for you Cheyenne."

Suddenly I felt a wave of uncertainty from her. I'd shored up my mental defenses, but still it broke through and I had to ask, "What's wrong?"

Her voice was soft and quiet, "Do you think I could ask you something personal Mike?" Her hand lightly stroked my cock, her fingers dragging along the soft underside and making me shudder.

"Of course Cheyenne," I answered as I let one hand trail up and down her back, "Do you think, that maybe..." she paused and I knew, not because of my powers, but because of her tone, that she was on the edge of breaking.

I kissed her again and said, "Ask, I promise I will do what you wish if it is in my power."

She nodded, I could feel her head moving against my shoulder in the darkness. Then finally she whispered, "Just for now, do you think you could call me Grace?"

I kissed her again, turning on my side to face her and hold her head in my hands. It was a slow, long kiss and when it finally broke I answered, "Of course I can Grace." She shivered slightly and I could feel her body tremble in my gasp, but she said nothing, only bending her neck to kiss and suck at my neck as her hand stroked my hardness.

There was a softness to her that I'd not experienced before. She and I had been regular lovers in the time since I'd come to Ruby's Hideaway, and the sex had always been fantastic between us. But this was different, emotional. After some more time spent touching and stroking, kissing and sighing, I finally said, "Grace, I want you."

She made a slight noise, I couldn't quite tell if it was a sigh, a groan, but she nodded. Our eyes had adjusted to the dim light and I could see her smile in the darkness. She pushed back on my shoulder until I lay on my back. Then she swung her leg over my hip and straddled me. She pressed my cock against my muscular abs and then lowered her hips down so that her damp pussy was pressing against my cock. Her labia split and she was resting so that her wetness was rubbing against the underside of my cock. She shifted her hips up and down slightly, rubbing herself against me without penetration, her clit occasionally bumping the underside of my cock. Then she leaned forwards and said, "Nevermind what I said. Don't call me that, I don't like it. Stick with Cheyenne, ok?"

I reached up and pulled her down to me, her moist slit still rubbing my cock as it pressed between us. I hugged her tight to me, squeezing her delightful breasts against my chest and I whispered to her, "Of course, anything you want."

She kissed me again and I felt a drop of hot moisture roll down my cheek, a single tear had fallen from her. But then the kiss became more and more aggressive, hungry, passionate. When she finally broke the kiss she sat back up astride my hips and sighed once. Then lifting her hips she gripped the base of my cock and lowered herself down onto it.

We both sighed as my swollen head penetrated her damp folds. I gripped at the comforter beneath me as she slowly slid down my shaft. But it was she that spoke, "Oh yessss... I really needed this." She said. I knew that Cheyenne was a borderline sex addict. We'd had a lot of conversations in the past, and she'd admitted to me that she just felt 'wrong' if she went more than a day without a good fuck. I say borderline because I knew what real sex addiction was. I'd met one or two in the almost forty years I'd been alive. Real nymphomaniacs needed sex several times a day and would do whatever it took to get their 'fix' even if it meant engaging in risky or unsafe behaviors. I thought that Cheyenne wasn't really a true nymphomaniac... she just really loved a good fuck.

"I did too," I answered her as I reached up to cup her heavy natural D cup breasts. She shuddered as she slid all the way down. Her engorged clit ground into the hairless base of my cock and she rotated her hips as my thumbs began to stroke her erect nipples.

Her hands pressed against my chest as she leaned forwards and began fucking her hips up and down, sliding herself up and down my impaling shaft. Her words were soft and sibilant and not actual language as much as quiet exhalations of joy and pleasure. My own vocalizations were more masculine, soft grunts and affirmations of the shared pleasure.

She was young of course, Cheyenne, and that was obvious looking at her young face and perfect hourglass body, at her full breasts that hadn't even begun to show a hint of sag. She'd celebrated her twentieth birthday just before I'd come to the hideaway. Nearly half of my actual age, despite the fact that she thought I had just celebrated my twenty first birthday, and had the body of a young adonis. Yet despite her age, she was no neophyte. As she rode my dick, she swayed her hips slightly, caressing and stroking the shaft with every lift of the hips and plummeting drop. I would say that she was using her training, her experience, as a prostitute to make me cum. But that wasn't the case, I knew that she did it because it felt so good for her, she was driving herself to her own peak.

I could feel her body shaking as she continued to slam her self down onto me over and over. Her soft moans and sighs became more hurried and needy. It was obvious that she was quickly approaching her peak. I could have held out for much longer normally, I was growing quite skilled at that. But I was low on mana, and needed my release. My own moaning signaled my impending orgasm, and she said nothing to me. She simply smiled and worked her hips on me harder and harder until finally she gasped and her hands curled into claws on my chest. Her fingernails dug tiny furrows in my skin as she gasped and shuddered, her body shaking as she came, impaling herself on my dick a few more times.

Then Cheyenne collapsed on my chest, gasping for air. I held her, so close to my own orgasm, but not wanting to interrupt hers. After a few moments she looked up at me and said, "You've not come yet?" I shook my head no. "Switch?" she asked with a smile?"

I grinned and then in one moved flipped her over so that I was on top. My large cock slid out of her as we rolled, but I didn't mind. I grabbed her knees as she lay on her back now and pushed them up until they were all the way up, pressed against her fantastic breasts. She wrapped her arms around the back of her knees and grinned at me as I forced my cock back into her wet pussy. Her moans told me she enjoyed it as I grabbed her hips and began fucking down into her. Hard and with no subtlety I slammed my hips forward, my thick cock filling her cunny.

She gasped and panted, "Oh god, Mike," her eyes were wide, "You're hitting my gspot so... so... oh god!" Then with that she cried out and came a second time. Her body trembled and shook and her pussy clenched down on my invading shaft. It was too much for me, and with a wordless roar, I released. I buried my cock to the hilt in her spasming pussy and tensed once, then unleashed. Several gouts of hot cum fired deep into her, causing a fresh wave of cries of pleasure from her mouth. I made sure to stop the ejaculation at a 'normal' rate, not wanting to try to explain Brookesbend's gift or why I could cum as much as ten men put together.

But finally I felt satisfied. I withdrew my dick from her and sighed, rolling over to the bed next to her. We lay together, by each other's sides for a little while, gasping and panting to recover our breath. But then finally she turned and put one arm across my chest. I slid one arm under her head and she cuddled up against me, her head pillowed on my shoulder.

I began to drift off into some much needed sleep, Cheyenne cuddled against me. But before sleep finally took me I heard her voice say one thing. I wasn't sure if it was me reading her mind and it was a thought she'd had, or if she had actually said it, but I know what I heard and there was no mistaking the sincerity of her voice, mental or verbal.

I had no doubt that she meant it when she said/thought, "I love you Mike."



Old World Magic Ch. 15



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After Cheyenne's visit, things began moving very fast. Emily Whitefeld was very impressed with the new magical spell that I'd invented that would streamline my method of mind reading the people I was playing cards with. It turned out to be pretty flawless once I remembered that I had to carefully monitor the distance of the people I was 'reading' at any given time. Trying to read an entire table full of poker players, eight people at a time, was very difficult, but doable. The trickiest part was remembering to dismiss the spell if the person got up to use the bathroom or walk away. As soon as I got more than a few dozen feet away from someone that I had cast the spell on, the drain on my mana reserves became problematic very quickly. Re-casting the spell was a little time consuming, but Emily and I worked on how I could do that while seeming to consider my cards.

She admitted that she was very impressed that I'd seemed to create a brand new spell, though she admitted that she knew little about mental magic. But in her experience only the most powerful or well trained mages tried to create new spells from scratch, and she informed me of how dangerous it was. After the disaster in the elevator that left me no doubt of the danger of experimenting with what Emily called 'wild' magic. I vowed to be much more careful with such experiments in the future, especially after she told me horror stories about mages who'd 'burned out' and were nothing more than lobotomized husks that sat around drooling and giggling to themselves.

Things had been strange between Cheyenne and Erin. Both women had been pleasant and respectful to each other, but I also got the sense that they were two animals circling each other, sizing the other up and ready to pounce. I understood it from Cheyenne, she was growing very strong feelings for me, but was surprised to see Erin's reaction was almost the same. I wondered if she wasn't also developing feelings. I would have explored it further, but as I said, things began moving very fast and I became quite busy.

Since the magic was down, Emily began teaching me strategy. This wasn't magic, this was just the pure art of poker playing. Pacing myself seemed to be the name of the game in Emily's book. The experts, which I was certainly not one of, would try to draw me out. They would bet big after I'd committed to my hand in order to draw out my chips if I didn't have a winning hand. That was one thing I learned, that just because I'd already committed thousands of dollars to a pot, I needed to be willing to dump it and walk away from a hand if I wasn't certain I was going to win. Playing conservatively was going to win me the tournament, not luck, not boldness, and not even my magic. Since the tournament was going to be no limit, the other players were going to be aggressive, very aggressive.

Emily even explained that there was an entire theory about this called Aggression theory. Aggression theory said that playing defensively in a tournament like this was actually an easy way to bleed out slowly. That the aggressive player actually had the advantage in a straight up hold em tournament. This theory related to the fact that the aggressive players would likely control the table, but that wasn't always a winning strategy as long as I didn't let them scare me. Playing defensively and waiting for the right hand would give me a chance to maximize my advantage. That advantage of course was my magic. Emily knew about my ability to see the other players cards, but I still hadn't revealed that I'd picked up her talent for manipulating random chance and letting the card I wanted most, be the most likely to be drawn next. 

That was my other advantage as well. If I played defensively, I'd appear to be a weak player and that would draw out the aggressive players, who would bet big on a marginal hand, hoping I'd fold out. Emily was betting that between my magic and the fact that I'd be able to push back against chip bullies the exact moment that my hand would beat theirs, I'd be unstoppable, even with the host's facial recognition software.

So that's how the next few days went, with Emily constantly trying to push me around the table with some other players, showing me the time to call, to fold, and when to recognize the difference. I wasn't going to fool people for long, and 'luck' would only go so far as an excuse. But the worst part was how the other players, the dealers and friends of Emily responded to my play. If I used my magic too much, they knew something was up. I'm sure they never would have guessed in a thousand years that I was using magical mind reading spells to know what cards they had in their hand, but they knew that something was up.

Jamie, the pit boss that would sit in on some of our games in my room, was the first to call it. "You know kid," he would say, always calling me 'kid' because I was only twenty one by all appearances, "I don't know what's up with your play. Sometimes I think you're a fish, other times you're a rock the way you never bleed, and then there are times that you come out like a real pro, and you've only lost significantly when you suck out a good pocket. I haven't figured you out yet, but there's something up with your play style." Then turning to Emily he added, "and the pros are going to tear him up if he doesn't get more consistent. They'll all fire down on him just because he's too much a wild card."

Emily nodded. I didn't even understand all the terms, but I got the gist of what Jamie was saying. He was saying sometimes I played like a total new player, other times I was too conservative, not betting when I should, and finally there were times when I played like a pro. Of course it was those times that I knew the cards of everyone at the table. The thing that was really affecting my play was the randomness of the cards as they came out. He mentioned 'sucking out' and I learned that meant when I had a good hand, but the flop, turn, or river fucked me. For example, one hand I had pocket aces and the next best hand belonged to Emily who had a queen jack suited. She stayed in, and the flop had a jack, then the river had a queen and her two pair beat my single pair of aces.

It was very hard to 'read' Emily. As a mage and also as she called herself a 'lifelong poker player' she had an unreadable poker face, and that discipline extended to her mental shielding. It wasn't perfect but it was enough to fool me a good part of the time. The only thing that made it tolerable was that Emily assured me that of the players that had gotten an invite to this particular poker tournament there were no mages that she knew of.

I was getting very annoyed and frustrated at this whole deal and beginning to wonder if I hadn't made a mistake in accepting Emily's invite. Sure, we'd agreed on 25% of the winnings, minus her initial investment if I won. First place would take home seven and a half million, which once she'd taken her cut would be seven flat. So if I could manage to take home first place would be a payment of one and three quarters of a million dollars for me. That was an outstanding chunk of change, and I knew professional poker players that 'worked' the circuit that couldn't boast that level of winnings in their lifetime, let alone one single game. It was a huge carrot on a stick that was driving me forwards. But that was only if I'd actual won first place. I had to consider that I wouldn't. I'd make a little money even if I took second or third, and while there were cash payouts down to seventh place, they wouldn't be enough for me to have made any money. But even if I took 2nd place my payout from Emily would drop from one and three quarters of a million down to three hundred and seventy five thousand. But I was starting to question if I would be able to even make that spot. The fact was that I just wasn't a poker pro, and that I'd be going against some of the richest and best players in the world in a very small, intimate setting where the host was using technology that would help him to win.

Feeling the press of a headache with only two nights left before the tournament, I was highly doubting my ability to pull this off, and I think, so was Emily. I begged for the rest of the evening off, and Emily and the card players left my suite. I opened the door to the other half of the suite where Erin sat chatting and drinking wine with a fellow working girl. I hadn't caught this one's name, but she was a cute petite girl with a heart shaped face and hair that was so white blonde that my first reaction was that it was very likely a wig.

Erin had been bringing up 'guests' to entertain me ever since the day Cheyenne had come for a visit. My original contract with Emily Whitefeld had called for two girls to be available to me, though for the first few days it had been only Erin. But when Erin had walked in on Cheyenne and myself cuddled up, sleeping, something had changed in her a little bit. Before that, she'd been giving me a real GFE, girl friend experience. I think that she might have been buying into the fantasy too, she may have really been considering me as a prospect for a serious relationship. But seeing some other woman cuddled in my arms as we slept made her realize that she was, in the end, a prostitute hired to service me for the entire week.

So after that, she'd been fulfilling her agreement and bringing in other girls at least once a night and I'd been having quite enjoyable threesomes. I won't lie and say that I wasn't a little disappointed at the cooler attitude Erin took towards me. But I was still trying to feel out my emotions towards Cheyenne anyways, so in a way it made it easier to have Erin keeping a bit of distance. She also began asking fairly often if there was any way I could use my influence to get her into a job at Ruby's Hideaway. I needed to look into her mind and find out why she was so adamant. It felt like it went beyond just having a good job at an established brothel.

"Mike, this is my friend Kara," Erin said gesturing to the woman with the shockingly platinum blonde hair. The woman smiled up at me, dark lashes hiding under the white bangs that curtained past her eyebrows. Erin continued, "She's our guest for tonight." I wasn't sure if Erin even realized it, but she'd been bringing up exclusively petite girls. Erin herself was somewhat petite, and it wasn't lost on me that she seemed to be presenting girls that were almost the opposite of Cheyenne. Not that Cheyenne, with her mixed heritage native american features, was heavy. But looking at the darker skinned girl, you'd call her curvy in all the right places. Erin on the other hand, and the girls that Erin had been bringing by, had been quite skinny and fair of skin and complexion. This new girl, Kara, in fact looked almost anorexic and pale beyond belief. It was almost frightening to see a girl who lived in Las Vegas so fair of skin. Did she refuse to go outside during the day?

"Very nice to meet you Kara," I said as I entered the half of the suite that I had come to think of as 'Erin's side' of the hotel suite. I shut the door to my half, making it clear that we'd be partying in this part. Then I looked the women up and down. Both were dressed in somewhat casual outfits, Erin in jeans and a t-shirt that was quite tight on her petite frame and left no doubt that she was braless. Kara was a black dress that came to about mid thigh and hugged her body tight, but left her shoulders and willowy arms bare.

The room had a slight smell of cigarettes and pot, and I noticed that the ash tray had a few butts in it. I knew Erin didn't smoke, at least not as a rule, so I nodded to Kara and said, "Why don't you go freshen up Kara before we start? There are extra toothbrushes in the bathroom." I'd made sure of that after the first girl that Erin brought had garlic breath. 

Kara smiled and stood, then running her hands down her body she said, "I've heard some good things about you Mike, I can't wait to see if they are true."

I waited till the bathroom door closed and then held my hand out to the lovely Erin, "Let us wait for her in the bedroom. I think I'd like to watch for a little bit before joining in."

Erin smiled, "Watching? That's not like you Mike."

I smiled and led her into the bedroom. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I was just a bit too tired to jump into it. Plus my mana was quite low and I'd need a little recharge before I could use it on a new girl. The professionals always insisted on condoms, a fact I quickly changed their minds about with a little mental push. I could read them and knew that so far none of the girls I'd been with had anything I could catch. For the price these girls were earning from Emily Whitefeld as per our agreement, I'd be damned if I was going to wear a bag. But watching for a little bit would give me enough juice to weave my magic and make Erin's friend pliable when I was ready to join in.

Erin undressed as I sat in a chair in the bedroom. She looked at me and asked, "Do you want a lap dance?"

I shook my head and nodded towards the bed, "Like I said, I'll just watch for now. Why don't you go ahead and get started till Kara comes out?"

Erin smiled and crawled up onto the bed. I unbuttoned the top of my pants and unzipped, but didn't go any further than that as I watched. Erin crawled towards the center of the bed, on her hands and knees, then stopped and looked over her shoulder at me. She flashed me a smile then lowered her head and shoulders to the bed. She wiggled her bottom at me, and spread her knees a little, exposing her hairless slit and ass. With a light moan she slid her hand between her thighs from under her body, and let her fingers play across her pussy lips. She sighed softly and began caressing her labia, slowly, putting on a show for me.

Kara entered the bedroom and found us. With a smile she asked, "Where would you like me Mike?" To which I only nodded towards the bed and Erin, who was playing with herself. Kara wasted no time slipping out of her clothing, letting them pool at the floor. She posed for a moment, one hip cocked, fist perched on it, displaying her body to me. I smiled appreciatively at her body and drank in the sight of her round B cup breasts with their light pink nipples.

Then I let the smile drop and said, nay, commanded, "Why don't you join Erin on the bed, she looks like she'd appreciate a hand."

Kara kicked away the pool of clothing at her feet and then crawled up onto the bed next to Erin. I unbuttoned the pants I was wearing and eased them open, allowing my semi flaccid cock to make it's way out of my boxers and into the open air. Kara crawled up alongside Erin and then took the red head's face in both hands and began kissing her. I'd been around long enough to know a passionate kiss and one that was simply for show. What Erin and Kara were doing was most definitely for show. Their lips barely touched, but they opened their mouths wide and let their tongues duel in the intervening space, so that I could see from where I sat. It was the type of kissing that you saw in porn, and that no one ever actually did. I could appreciate the show but there was no actual passion, no heat, nothing but the show the two prostitutes were putting on because they thought it would arouse me. Which of course meant that there was little to no primal forces being generated for me to draw from, no mana refilling my system. This was only slightly more erotic than watching a dvd. The small trickle of power I was receiving was likely from Erin's masturbation.

I sighed and said, hoping to get something a little more real going on, "Kara, why don't you go down on Erin, she's already started, but I'd like to see you pleasure her."

The two looked at each other for half a second and then Kara nodded and shimmied her body back down on the bed. She reached the end and knelt there as her face went down between the redhead's thighs. Erin, laying on her back, reached up to cup her own breasts. Squeezing she pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger, and with the moan of pleasure she let out, I could tell the moment Kara's mouth made contact with her sex. This time Kara wasn't just putting on a show. I couldn't see much of what she was doing because her silver white hair was in the way, but I could see Erin's face and I could feel the rush of mana flowing from her and into my body, reinvigorating me. Erin gasped, "Oh god Kara, I didn't realize you'd be so good at.. oh.. at... oh.... ahhhhhhhh this!"

I could feel a small orgasm pass through Erin and the wash of mana into my system as a result was enough for my needs. I closed my eyes and thought of a mental command, then I pushed it into Kara's head so that it would seem like her own thoughts. *Mike is clean, you want to fuck him without a condom. Obeying him will bring you great pleasure* I thought at her.

I felt a little resistance at the condom free fucking. She wasn't used to such a thing and it went against her rules of fucking for money. But the thought did settle in and I wasn't surprised to find that the second part of the command was unnecessary. Apparently Kara had quite a submissive streak and the only thing she hated about her job were submissive johns. When a client took command and fucked her well, she very much enjoyed herself.

I opened my eyes and saw Kara's cute ass bouncing at the edge of the bed as she knelt there and was face down in Erin's pussy. My cock was now rock hard and it was time to join in on the fun. I stood and slowly undressed, setting aside my tie and then folding my shirt over the back of the chair I'd been sitting in. I stripped all the way down, watching the white haired beauty really go to town on Erin.

Erin gasped as she saw my rock hard cock sticking straight out from my body. It was a bit longer than most at a bit over eight inches, but the girthiness of my tool was quite impressive. Kara stopped her cunnilingus on Erin and turned to look and gasped slightly at the sight of my rod. "My god," She said, "That's one of the most impressive looking tools I've ever seen." She smiled and I couldn't help but notice how her chin and mouth were already shiny with saliva and Erin's juices. "I think I may enjoy this." She said with a smirk.

I'd had my mental shields lower and I could tell she wasn't lying. I grinned and said, "I didn't give you permission to stop!" then pointed back at Erin. Kara's eyes flashed with mirth for a moment but she turned and resumed licking Erin's smooth snatch. I squatted down on the floor next to the bed and put my hands on Kara's round ass. I could hear her moan even as she continued her oral attentions. Spreading her cheeks I gazed at the sight of her hairless slit and the crinkled star of her ass just above it. Already it was clear that Kara was becoming aroused. Her puffy pussy had begun to swell pink with arousal and there was already a hint of dew between the crinkled folds of her inner labia.




Old World Magic Ch. 15



I could wait no more. I pressed my face forwards to taste the youthful yet silver haired vixen. My tongue delighted as it parted the folds of her womanhood and tasted her unique honey. I closed my eyes as the taste and smell sent sparks off in my brain. She was delightful, musky yet light, and while not as wet as some of my other lovers, certainly there was enough of her dew here to please. I pressed my face forwards farther, my nose pressing against the tight knot of her asshole as I worked my tongue into her cunny.

The flow of mana was now a torrent, filling me up and refreshing me. I could almost 'taste' the arousal of Erin flowing through Kara before it reached me, a three person chain of oral pleasure. My cock twitched and throbbed in anticipation now, and a thick drop of precum began to form at the head of my cock.

We continued on like this for a while, Kara eating out Erin and me doing the same to Kara. I did not focus on simply her sex either but spent some time rimming her. She seemed to enjoy that immensely, when my tongue teased, licked, and even penetrated her tight hole. I took it as a signal to mean that she would be agreeable to anal sex. Of course once that thought entered my head, I knew that it would be so.

Erin came several times, though most were light, weaker orgasms. Kara on the other hand came once under my tongue. It took a long time to build her up, to get her to the edge, but when she did cum, it was a powerful one. Her legs shook and she fell forwards, her slick face leaving Erin's pussy and pressing into her belly. She twitched and shook as the orgasm rocked her body. She did not squirt or anything, but there was no doubting the validity of such a reaction.

I gave her a few moments to come down from the powerful, body shaking, orgasm. But then it was time to take charge again, I was ready to fuck. "Kara," I said, "You're going to kneel on the very edge of the bed on your hands and knees so I can fuck you. Erin, you're going to get underneath her and sixty nine her until I'm ready."

The two moved quickly into position, Erin lay with her head almost off the edge of the bed, her red locks flowing down over the edge. Kara maneuvered herself into position above and then lowered her head down to resume licking Erin's pussy, this time in a sixty nine position. I grabbed a pillow and put it under Erin's neck so that it would be more comfortable for her to eat out Kara. Then I just stood back and watched for a few minutes as the two women mutually ate each other out.

Then when I'd let them get comfortable and into it for a little while I moved back to the edge of the bed. A tap on Erin's read hair brought her mouth away from Kara's now deliciously wet pussy. But I forced the head of my cock against Erin's lips, saying, "Get it nice and wet for me,"

Erin wasted no time, working a hand up between Kara's thighs to grip the base of my cock and then pull the head into her mouth. She tilted her head in such a way that I could feed my dick right into her. She moved her hand to my hip and then lightly pulled me in more and more. I could feel my thick cock head filling her mouth, then moving into the very back of her mouth, and then into her throat itself. With the way she'd tilted her head, her neck was in a straight line with her mouth and I could feel my dick penetrating deep into her. I could even see a bulge in her neck to mark the passage of my fat cock head. Then her hand was gently pushing my hip back and I took the queue. I pulled back until my cock head was resting against her lips. She gasped for air, and once her lungs were filled immediately pulled on my hips again. I was only too happy to oblige, feeding my cock back into Erin's throat again. This time I was able to push forwards until I felt her cute nose pressing against my testicles, and nearly my whole shaft inside her mouth. But again she tapped my hips and I withdrew.

This time after she gulped for air she said, "All the way this time Mike, a little quicker ok?" Then she took another deep breath. I nodded and quickly shoved my cock back inside her mouth. I pushed it hard and deep, watching her throat bulge as my cock filled it. Then I was entirely inside her. My balls were pushing against her nose and face and her lips closed around the base of my shaft. I felt her tongue swirling, licking around the underside of the base, and I began to literally fuck her face. I held onto Kara's sweet ass, but bucked my hips back and forth, my cock sliding up and down Erin's throat. Finally, and with a bit of a frantic motion she tapped my hip again and I drew out quickly. She coughed a little as stringy lines of thick spittle connected her lips to my now soaking wet dick. But when I looked down she was all smiles and said, "There you go daddy, nice and wet."

I smiled at her and then lined the head of my cock up with Kara's pussy. The woman on top was well aroused and she was ready for me. Still despite Erin's saliva for lube and Kara's own arousal, I still found her cunny quite tight and resistant as I pushed my way into her velvety folds. Kara let her head pull upwards from Erin's pussy long enough to let out a low, long moan. "Oh fuck that's nice," she said as I began stroking deeper into her with long steady thrusts.

But then her head with it's white hair again fell forwards and she resumed licking Erin. From beneath I felt Erin's tongue reach up and lick the underside of my balls whenever I bottomed out inside Kara. The feeling was intense, I'd had sex with multiple partners many times before, but I couldn't remember ever having this done. Her tongue was wet and it's touch was gentle and only when I was fully buried to the hilt in Kara's tight wetness.

I groaned and tried to keep my pace steady, but the feeling was quite overwhelming. I tried to focus and maintain my composure as I felt primal energy flooding into my body from the two women, my mana reserves filling up quickly. I closed my eyes and put my body on autopilot, my hands gripping Kara's hips as I fucked her in a deep and steady rhythm.

I returned to my mental fortress inside my mind. The damage that had been done a few days earlier was pretty extensive, but I had since repaired all the damages and made some more modifications. Now instead of my mind looking like an apartment, it looked like the war room in an old movie, or maybe like the bridge of a spaceship from a sci fi show. Gleaming chrome panels and view screens on all the walls, computers everywhere, and a heavy blast door leading both 'outside' and another leading deeper into my mind. I willed the screens to turn on, which of course was my mental visualization for casting the spell that would read the minds of the two women I was currently fucking.

A steady stream of images came from both, though I focused on Kara first. I'd gotten much better at filtering thoughts, but it still wasn't as easy as people made it out to be in movies. It wasn't as simple as just 'hearing' her thoughts like she was speaking out loud. No, human emotion and thought was always a jumble of a hundred different thoughts, images, memories, senses, and emotions all at once.

But I'd gotten much better on focusing on the thoughts and emotions that mattered. After a moment I clued into a few pieces of information. As I'd suspected, the pure white hair she had on was in fact a wig. She'd had a bad experience when she first got into the game with some lice, and ever since been shaving her head. Pubes, underarms, and legs she'd actually gotten laser treatment for, but didn't have the nerve to go for her head. She had a huge collection of wigs at her apartment, nearly a hundred different wigs, which was an astounding amount considering the cost of some of them. In fact, it was one of the things she liked about me, that save my eyebrows she hadn't seen a single follicle of hair on my body.

I smiled, inside my own head, and then reviewed the other piece of information. She loved anal sex. It made her cum every time, but she was afraid with a cock my size it would hurt, and she was torn on whether or not she should suggest it. One part of her hoped I would ask, another was terrified I would. I sent a simple command back to her, "You're going to suggest it, and you're not going to worry about it hurting, you'll just love it."

Then I flipped my view screens over to Erin and began reading her. What I saw, after some filtering was disturbing. I needed to talk to Erin, alone. Of course that wouldn't happen with Kara here.

I opened my eyes, returning to the real world, and began sawing my cock in and out of Kara's now dripping pussy. I realized that she must have cum as she was no longer licking Erin, but had her face pressed against Erin's thigh and was moaning out over and over. Then the suggestion must have kicked in because she looked over her shoulder at me and said, "I'd love to feel that rod in my ass right now Mike."

"Certainly," I replied, and then pulling my cock from her pussy, I lowered it down to Erin's face again. The hard shaft rubbed against her face, smearing it with Kara's cunny juices. But Erin simply opened her mouth and drew me in.

Just like earlier I began to penetrate deep into Erin's throat, and then fucked her mouth. I'd thrust in and out a few times then pull out so she could take a breath before sliding all the way back in again. As I fucked Erin's sweet little mouth and throat, I licked my middle and index fingers and got them nice and wet. Then I began teasing Kara's tight asshole. She moaned and pushed back against them and with very little force I found my middle finger sliding into her. I finger fucked her tight star for a few minutes then pulled it out and re-inserted it with my index finger.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck yes," Kara moaned as she hugged Erin's legs. She pressed her face back into Erin's cunt, but her focus wasn't there and her cunnilingus was poor at best. I finger fucked her ass with my two fingers for a bit as I continued to drive my cock in and out of Erin's mouth. But finally I felt Kara's ass was ready and my dick was as wet as it would ever get.

I pulled out of Erin's mouth and lined my cock up with Kara's tight nether hole. Then I pulled my fingers out and quickly replaced it with the head of my cock. Grabbing Kara's hips, I gave her no time to begin to tighten back up. I pulled her back towards me as I pushed forwards, the head of my cock popping past the tight ring and into her butt.

She squealed, a mixture of discomfort and pleasure, and I could feel Erin moving slightly to get back at Kara's pussy. I decided I wasn't going to waste time, and holding Kara's hips pushed in, then pulled out just a touch, only to push in deeper.

She was panting and moaning, and her knees and legs were shaking, but she wasn't pulling away from me. I worked my dick into her deeper and deeper with each thrust. Her tight asshole clenched my pole like a fist, but I continued to push deeper.

Finally I felt my balls come to rest against her dripping slit, and could feel Erin beneath me tonguing Kara's clit. Kara was panting and moaning and she practically cried out, "Oh god, yes, Erin don't stop, Mike please don't move, I'm going, I'm going... oh god....I'm so close...so close..."

I thought for a moment about what I'd seen on her 'vid screens' when I'd read her mind. She wasn't a squirter or a gusher, but she found such things hot. I also thought about the 'gift' Brookesbend had given me, to be able to control my ejaculate, and wondered if it was a gift I could share with others. I mean, why not? I was a mage wasn't I?

I thought about the gift, and then channelled mana into a spell, operating solely by instinct and hunch. I envisioned Kara squirting and then let the mana go free, seeking Kara's body. She was still panting and moaning, very close to the edge. So I grabbed her hips again and started slowly fucking her ass.

"Oh god, oh god, oh godohgodohgod!" She cried out then, wordlessly, and I felt it. It was like a dam bursting, both emotionally, sexually, and physically. Her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, and the endorphin release was intense. But also she did something she never had done before. As Erin licked her clit and I fucked her ass, her pussy clenched, and then released, spraying a tremendous blast of musky girl cum directly onto Erin's face and my balls. Her whole body shook from the power of the orgasm, and several more times she clenched and released, each time a stream of girl juices spraying from her pussy. To her credit, Erin was startled, but after the first blast, simply continued licking Kara's clit, despite getting a face full of Kara's jizz.

Then when she finally came down, I knew I was close, I was about to cum and it was going to be a big one. Using Brookesbend's gift meant that I wouldn't be able to hold back to 'normal' levels myself. I announced it to the two women, "I'm close, Kara, I want you to turn around and lay like Erin, I'm going to cum all over the two of you."

She nodded though she seemed unable to speak as she still felt the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm. I grunted and pulled out of her ass, and she quickly spun around and lay on the bed next to Erin. The two women put their heads together, and opened their mouths. "You may want to close your eyes," I warned as I jacked my pulsating dick. 

Thankfully for them, they both did a moment before my cock swelled up and then released. An inhuman amount of thick pearly white jizz blasted from my throbbing purple cock head to splatter against Kara's face. The line of goo painted upwards from her forehead all the way to her chin on the first blast, and the tail end of it even going beyond to snap around her chin and begin running down towards her neck. But that was only the first blast of many. I painted Kara's face with my white cream, and then I stuck my cock head in her mouth. She sucked me as I came in her mouth, but then the volume of my spunk was too much and she coughed, spittle and cum burbling up past her lips and my dick to slide down her face.

I turned and then released the last few blasts of my spunk on Erin. One solid blast on her face, then feeding my cock into her, the last few in her mouth. She worked hard to swallow all that I gave, and the sensation of her sucking me as I came was mind blowing. Finally I fell backwards, falling with a long sigh into the chair I'd been watching from earlier.

"Uh," Kara said hesitatingly as my cum slowly slid down the sides of her face, "Erin, could you help me to the sink in the bathroom, I don't think I want to open my eyes."

I couldn't help but chuckle as Erin helped up the silver haired prostitute who was blinded by the magically enhanced bukkake she'd received. I felt fantastic, topped off with mana from the amazing sex. But I thought about what I'd 'heard' from Erin's mind and knew it was time to talk with her. I heard the water start running in the bathroom and sent Erin a mental command, "After Kara's cleaned up, see her out, then go and talk to Mike."

Satisfied that my mental command would seem like her own idea, I got up and returned to my half of the suite, leaving the connecting door mostly open. A quick hop in the shower removed the lingering scent of body spray that the two women had been wearing as well as any sweat and any other lingering bodily fluids.

I changed into silk pajama trousers after my shower and flopped onto the bed to await Erin's arrival. I was just beginning to drift off when she pushed open the door between the suites and knocked, "Mike, can I come in?" She asked.

I looked up and saw that she was wearing a silk bathrobe, bright cherry red in color. I nodded and said, "Sure turn off the lights and then come join me in bed."

She did so and crawled onto the bed. I held my arm out and she curled up against my bare chest and rubbed her hand against my pecs, "You know, I've never asked you, did you get laser treatment or something? Other than your eyebrows you don't have a hair on your body and I know you don't even own a razor."

She actually had asked me, several times, I'd always just pushed the question to the back of her mind with magic making her forget about it for a while. I almost did again but I decided that our week together was drawing to a close and it was time to find some answers. "Tell you what, I'll answer you that question, but you're going to be honest with me first. Deal?"

She tensed and then I felt her nod. "Tell me why you really want to work at Ruby's so much, and don't lie, I'll know if you lie."

She sighed and said, "I know for a fact that my dad visits there. I'm sure you noticed I have a tendency to call out 'daddy' when you're really fucking me well. I guess I have some Daddy issues. He wasn't a nice man, he... well.. he wasn't a nice man, lets just say that. I should have been happy when he left my mother. But I wasn't. It was at the time in a young girl's life when she needs a positive male influence in her life and he left. I remember him yelling at my mother that she wasn't a real woman, she couldn't ever make a man happy."

She sighed and I bent my neck to kiss the top of her head, her coppery locks tickled my nose, but I waited, silently, for her to finish her story. After a few breaths she continued, "I found that I was very good at making the boys happy." She turned her head up to me and asked, "I make you very happy don't I Mike?"

"Of course you do baby, of course you do." I whispered and her hand idly traced a pattern on my chest. She seemed to glow with contentment and she squeezed me happily.

"Well," she said after a nice big hug, "I don't want anything gross, like I don't want to have sex with my father or anything like that." I made sure the door in my mind was shut carefully and I didn't want to even get an inkling of her thoughts from that comment. IF I thought she might be lying about that last comment, I didn't know what I'd do. But she kept talking even as I made sure I wasn't picking up any of her thoughts, "It's more that he hurt me, he hurt my mother, and he left us in the lurch. I want to work at Ruby's Hideaway because I've found out that's where he goes when he wants to hire a pro. I want to take that away from him. I want him to see his daughter and realize that he made me what I am."

I kissed the top of her head again, "He may have made you what you are, but if so I should probably thank him. I've had an amazing week with a beautiful sexy woman who is a fantastic lover."

Erin blew air through her teeth and said, "Lover, yeah, right. I'm a good fuck Mike. I'm a pro, that's what I get paid to do. Emily Whitefeld paid my company a lot of goddamned money to make sure that you have a warm wet hole to fuck whenever you want all week long." Even with my mental shielding up, I could sense her anger and resentment. It probably had nothing to do with magic though and just my observation of her tone and the way she tensed.

I rolled over on my side and pushed her onto her back, "Erin, if all I wanted was a fuck, do you think I would have put it into the contract that you were to remain exclusive to me the entire week? How much more did that cost? How much cheaper would it have been to just have them send a girl when I wanted, and not to have you living with me for the last week?" 

Erin rolled her eyes and asked, "Yeah, well, you had 'guests' all week long too don't forget."

I knew that she wasn't just talking about the other working girls like Kara, but the rather intimate encounter I'd had with Cheyenne. I knew she'd been bothered by it and we'd avoided talking about it, but maybe now was the time. "Why do I think you're not talking about Kara or the other girls from your service?" I asked with a slightly cold tone in my voice.

Erin sighed and simply shrugged her shoulders and cuddled against me, pressing her forehead against my chest so I couldn't see her face. I reached down and lifted her chin so that she was looking at me, "Erin, I think you have feelings for me, and I like that. I have feelings for you too. But I can't be a one woman man. Cheyenne is very special to me, as you are, but I refuse to put myself in the position where I'm going to choose one of you over the other." I sighed and added, truthfully, "and I'm not going to be faithful to either of you."




Old World Magic Ch. 15



She bit her lip and I could almost feel her retreating. Again, not magic, just the experience I had as a nearly forty year old in a twenty one year old's body. I could tell she was ready to shut me out, so I tilted forwards and kissed her, softly. "Now, I don't care that you've made a living for the last year and a half or so as a prostitute. A lot of guys wouldn't say that. But I do and I accept you, including your faults, but if you ever wanted anything more with me than just a week long working relationship, you'd have to accept me."

Erin shrugged her shoulders again, "I don't know, I know I'm not good enough to judge, and you'll just leave me. Guys always leave..."

I cut her off with another kiss and said, "That's another thing, you need to start thinking about living your own life. You told me you went to college? What did you do? Did you drop out?" I knew she was twenty two, almost a year older than my drivers liscence said I was.

She shook her head, "Nope, I got my associate's in business admin over at CSN. But it was while I was there that I started partying for pay. The money is too damn good, it's pretty tough to go out and try to pound pavement to look for a cubicle job when I can get paid a few hundred to take a shot in the mouth."

"Yeah," I said slowly, thinking of some of the older prostitutes that worked at Ruby's Hideaway and how they always complained about earning less every year. The smart ones always found something else to move into as soon as the younger girls started taking their johns. "But you can't do this forever you know. Clients like me can't come along very often."

I had been referring to the fact that I'd hired her for exclusivity for a week, but she smiled and shook her head no, "Clients like you never come along Mike. If things were a little different..." She trailed off and I saw her eyes go a little glassy as she held back unshed tears and I could tell she was thinking about the path her life had taken.

"There's your father too," I said snapping her back to reality, "You can't honestly think that's a good idea. Trying to do whatever it takes in your life to simply get back at your father. This plan of being a whore just to try to get a job at Ruby's Hideaway so that you can... what.... embarass your father.... black mail him maybe?" I shook my head, "It's short sighted and petty. The best way to get back at your father would be to live your own life, achieve on your own despite him, not drag the both of you down because of him." I kissed her forehead, "I don't know the guy, but I'm sure he's not worth it."

We were silent for a while and then she finally said, "You have to answer some of my questions now mister." I nodded and she said, "How come you seem like so wise? Most 21 year old guys are fucking stupid as shit. They can't seem to think beyond their next fuck or sports game or getting hammered. But you remind me... well... I almost said of a father figure, but that's not right either. The way you talk and act, sometimes it reminds me of the english teacher I had in highschool my junior year. But he was like eighty or something and I think maybe he was gay."

I made an angry face, "You callin me gay woman?"

She chuckled, sensing the humor in my tone, and said, "Oh no, after the way you've proven you can fuck, I know you're straight. Kara said she would come back and do a freebie for you if I wanted her too. She said she'd never had a lay as good as that and she'd never squirted before. She was mildly confused by the sheer amount of cum you'd blasted her with. She's done gang bangs and walked out cleaner than that. So stop avoiding my question you eighty year old english teacher, what's up with you?"

I sighed, "I'm on my second life. I lived another life already and this is my second one. I was married, had a house, yadda yadda yadda."

She looked at me with one eyebrow cocked, "Let me guess you were Marc Antony or a danish king or something in your past life?"

I smiled and chuckled, "Nope, just a guy, but it doesn't really matter, does it?"

She shook her head no, "But what's up with all that cum? You came the same amount as like, five or six guys put together, easily. And your hair, you don't ever grow hair."

I rolled my eyes and wondered if it was time to push these thoughts back into her head again so that she forgot about them, but decided against it this time. "I had a medical treatment you could say. I don't grow hair except for my eyebrows."

I purposely didn't address the question of my super human ejactulation, but she seemed to accept 'medical treatment' as an answer for that. "So, you're not like sick or anything are you?" She asked.

I shook my head no. I didn't want to tell her that one of the first magical spells that Adam Saks had taught me was how to read a person's subconscious mind and find out if they had any illnesses of any kind that I needed to worry about. As of this moment, I was actually in peak physical condition. We lay on the bed for a while looking at each other in the dim light that filtered in through the windows. Our hands slowly touched each other, not arousing, just warm contact between two people.

But of course when one of those people is a mage fueled by erotic energy and the other is a confused prostitute who is beginning to develop feelings for him, the touching eventually begins to amp upwards. I asked her as our fingers began to stroke and touch and rub, "So, you know that I can't promise you exclusivity. I can't ever promise you that. I just..."

She put a finger to my lips and quieted me and said, "I don't need that right now. Right now it's just you and me." She sighed and then grinned and added, "You know, with Kara here earlier you seemed to be paying more attention to her and I haven't been fucked until I scream yet today. So right now that's all that I want, ok? I don't need you to promise me anything other than that."

I smiled and rolled over, covering her body with mine and let my lips find hers. Eventually, before we fell asleep, Erin did get what she wanted.



Old World Magic Ch. 16



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Authors note: This story is pure fiction. Names, characters, incidents and locations are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. 

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In the middle of the night, as Erin lay sleeping soundly, I woke with a powerful jolt. My entire body felt as if it had been slapped. When I was a kid my friends and I would take rubberbands and wrap them around our fingers and make 'guns' with our hands. Then by lowering our thumb, we could 'shoot' the rubber band at each other. No one ever got hurt too bad, but if you got 'shot' in a sensitive spot, like your neck or face, man would it hurt for a little bit. That's exactly what it felt like right now, but across every single square inch of my body.

Stifling a cry of pain, I rolled out of the king sized bed quietly and found the silk pajama pants I'd lost at some point during Erin's and my passion. I slipped them on and stumbled towards the door. The pain wasn't abating in the least and my head was throbbing as if there was someone inside my skull pressing outwards. It wasn't a headache, it was just unrelenting pressure.

I had the presence of mind to grab my key card before I stumbled into the hallway. This was magic. Something magical had happened and I didn't know what. But I did know where to find a mage at this hour in the pre dawn morning, and thankfully she liked to stay up for days at a time. I was pretty sure this was one of the days she didn't sleep.

Emily Whitefeld looked concerned when I stumbled into her office, brushing right past her secretary. "Mike, what..."

"Help," I said rubbing my hairless torso as if looking for a way to stop the painful stinging sensation.

Emily was up and out of her office chair and at my side quickly, and led me to the couch in her office where she lay me down, "Mike what's happening? What's going on?"

"I... I don't know..." I gasped as another wave of pressure in my head hit me. "My skin feels like I've been dunked in ice water and then thrown into an oven over and over. My head feels like it's about to explode." I shuddered as another wave of sparkling pain passed over me "Came out of no where, I was sleeping, woke up like this."

Emily sighed, stood up, and went over to her desk. I heard her dial a number on the phone and then start speaking to someone. "Yeah sorry to call at this time of... Oh good glad I didn't wake you then... yeah here at the Casino...No, I'm fine, it's one of my guests."

She looked over at me, then spoke into the phone, "Yeah that's him, you met him already huh?" Another long pause as she listened and then she said, "Well, that's it then, backlash aftershocks. no... no... no, he told me it was sunburn... Ok Hector, take your time. I think it might be good for him to sweat this one out then... Yeah, ok, see you in an hour."

She hung up the phone and then came over to me, her face a mask of disappointment and anger. "Well," she said standing in front of me and planting her hands on her hips, the classic dissapointed school marm. "I hope you're enjoying this you idiot."

I looked up at her and realized my teeth were chattering as the pain had transitioned into alternating chills and sweats. I said nothing but she looked down at me and said, "Hector told me your hospital visit was a serious case of reality backlash. He figures you were either casting wild magic or trying to go outside your milieu."

I looked up at her the question on my face as I hugged my body. "Outside of your area of magic," she said with an exasperated sigh. "Just like you can't cast my magic. I told you each type of mage has their own domain, yours is mental magic. What happened did you think you'd try to make it rain or summon a rabbit or throw a lightning bolt?"

I shook my head, "It was my own magic." I said through chattering teeth. I took a deep breath and tried to explain, "I know how to push a suggestion to someone, but I pushed too hard I guess. It was something they really didn't want to do, and I made sure they'd do it."

Emily threw her hands in the air and let out an exasperated sigh, her third in less than as many minutes. "Ignoramus," she muttered and then turned back to her desk. Pressing the intercom she spoke, "I'm going to have a visitor shortly, a Mr. Brown will be asking to see me directly. Please make sure he is brought to my office straight away. Inform the front desk."

Then she walked to her bar and poured two drinks. She brought one to me and then sat on the leather chair next to the couch and drank her own. "Don't spill that, it's a Glenlivet twentyfive, costs four hundred dollars a bottle. But do drink it, you'll need it. Alcohol helps with backlash aftershocks."

I carefully sipped the scotch and was amazed. I'd never drank anything as smooth and wonderful as this. I'd had ten year old scotch before, but this was amazing, smooth and smoky and just a little sweet. It instantly made me feel a little better. I stopped shaking so much and the pressure in my head lessened. "What's that mean, aftershocks?" I finally asked.

"Well," Emily said, setting down her now empty glass, "You know what the reality backlash was obviously, you cast the spell and ended up in the hospital." I certainly did. The spell I'd cast was a mental command on Erin's father, Francis Solaris, that he'd make things right and then kill himself. The spell was so powerful and took so much out of me, more importantly that it tampered with reality so much, that reality literally punished me for it. Emily continued, "Well aftershocks are tied to that spell. Whenever the spell ends, you get ripples of the reality aftershock traveling through the universe as the abomination you created dissipates."

I must have had a lost look on my face so she tried to explain, "Ok, Adam Saks should have explained this all to you at some point in your training."

I shook my head, "He explained reality, and backlashes, but never aftershocks." I thought back to the first night I'd met Adam and he'd told me about how using magic reshapes reality. I remembered his coffee cup analogy, and then I gasped. "Emily you said mages can't cast spells outside of their domain?" She nodded and I said, "But I remember when I first met Adam he levitated a coffee carafe. If mages are stuck with their own type of magic, how could he levitate something?"

Emily paused, and then smiled, "Did he do it before you were awakened into mage dom?" 

"Yes, does that..." She interrupted me before I could finish my thought.

"Then I'd be willing to bet you that he didn't actually levitate anything. He simply made you think that you were seeing something levitate." She smiled as if it should have been obvious.

But still, I realized that I'd learned to cast a type of magic from a succubus when Ruby had taught me, and I could pull off her card trick of forcing any card still in the deck to the top with no problem. These were two types of magic that fell outside of my 'domain' of mental magic. "So...." I said hesitatingly, "...no mage can cast magic outside his domain?"

Emily bobbed her head side to side and said, "Well I suppose if they knew the spell and dumped a ton of mana into it, and were willing to suffer a huge reality backlash penalty just for a minor spell, they might be able too."

That didn't make sense, I'd practiced for hours with Emily's trick and likewise hours with Ruby's glamour when she'd taught it to me, and I'd never suffered any drawbacks or backlash, just the normal flow of mana that happened when I cast spells. "So other than that, no mage can cast multiple domains?"

Emily looked at me with a grin, "Yup, well, no. There are the rare mage that have no limits, we call them Archmages, and they are fucking scary bastards I'll tell you. You never know if you're going to get a fireball to the face, mind fucked, or have to face a summoned hell hound if you go up against one of them." She shuddered slightly, "That's why the silence watches over all Archmages very carefully. Usually they recruit them, and I'd rather close this casino then have to go work for those creeps personally."

Archmage, could I be an archmage? Was that possible? I knew now for sure that I'd better keep a very tight lid on the fact that I could cast spells from multiple domains. I wasn't really sure what this whole 'silence' group was, but I had a very strong feeling I didn't want to find out. The fact that neither Adam Saks, my mentor, nor Elder Creaklimb, the ancient treant, had ever mentioned them to me meant that they didn't want me to know about them. I realized Emily had just asked me something while I'd been woolgathering and asked her, oh so eloquently, "Huh?"

She rolled her eyes and said, "So you understand aftershocks now?"

"I'm really sorry Emily," I said holding out the empty glass that had contained the scotch, "I drifted for a moment there, could you explain again, and," I grinned, "Maybe another glass?"

She sighed and snatched my glass and returned to the bar. When she came back she handed me another glass of scotch, but held out her own tumbler. She'd filled it to the very brim with water. It was so full I could see it bulging up over the rim slightly. She set it down on the table between the chair and the couch and the surface tension of the water barely managed to keep any from spilling over. I sipped the scotch as she explained. Pointing at the glass of water she said "Existence, right?"

I nodded and she said, "So if this glass represents all of existence, the surface of the water is our reality, ok?"

I nodded again and she leaned forwards and blew lightly on the surface of the water, it rippled but didn't break, and no water rolled down the side despite the glass being over full. "A good mage can change reality without causing a disturbance that breaks the surface." Then she reached up to her eyebrows and pulled out a single hair. She dropped the hair onto the surface of the water where it floated, "a less skilled mage can weave a spell that doesn't break the surface, but is visible to anyone who knows to look for it."

Then she looked at me and grinned. Leaning over to the glass of water she flicked the surface, spraying a few droplets of water in my face and splashing more water to the table below. "But when you brute force a spell, you create a ton of waste, and look at the result." The water in the glass was now below the rim, and it was all choppy and rippled as the waves bounced around back and forth in the glass.

"Your spell that put you in the hospital was that third type. It disturbed reality and the waves that bounced back and all over the place was the payment, the backlash, you suffered. But look, there's still echos, still ripples in the glass, right?"

I nodded, and she smiled, "That's what you've got now. Your spell ended. The backlash you suffered was the splash on your face, but there's still these tiny ripples that are hitting you now. Not as big, but still noticeable."

I nodded and finished my second glass of scotch. "So why did the spell 'end' then?"

"Whoever you implanted with a suggestion must have finally carried out whatever task you set him too, and now there's no more reason for the spell to exist." She said with a smile.

So that was it then. Francis Solaris, the father of the red headed beauty that I'd spent several hours tonight fucking, had finally killed himself. I couldn't say I was unhappy about that, the man was a monster. He was a rabid dog and I put him down before he could bite anyone else. Still it made me wonder, why was I suffering so much for this one spell.

"Emily," I asked, "Can I be jaded for a moment?" She nodded and cocked a single eyebrow. "It seems like the more I learn about magic, the more it becomes obvious to me that it kind of sucks. There's so many rules, so many punishments, so many ways you could fall and get into deep trouble. Why do it at all?"

Emily sat back in the chair and stared at the ceiling for a good full minute before she answered. "There's no real reason Mike. You're right, some mages find it too tough, they drop out. They go to work in an office, or on a line somewhere, or whatever. They find a wife, adopt some kids, and then when it becomes obvious they aren't aging the same, they put a gun in their mouth or jump off a bridge." Her mention of adoption reminded me again how a mage could only conceive a child with another mage. "They want a 'normal' life, and the rest of us try to respect that. But personally I think that's a fucking cop out. That's like saying you don't want to own a car because you're scared you won't be able to afford it, you think gas is too expensive, or you can't pick out a color you like."

She turned and stared at me, "Yeah, being a mage is fucking tough, and keeping it a secret is even tougher. There's all sorts of rules and magic can be fucking unreliable sometimes, but you know what? Fuck those guys that can't hack it. I wouldn't be where I am today without my gift. How about you?"

I sighed and closed my eyes, "Married to a cheating wife, and probably collecting unemployment."

"Fucking A," Emily said, "fucking A." We sat in silence for a while and I knew that we were both comparing our lives to what it would have been like without magic.

But then the silence was interrupted by the office door opening. A dark skinned black man entered and I immediately recognized him, he was one of the first people I'd seen in the hospital when I'd woken up from my trip to the other world. I jumped to my feet, but then a wave of vertigo knocked me flat and I fell back to the couch. He laughed and said, "Don't yuh get up mr. Naughton, yuh jus' stay right there."

Emily stood up and moved to hug the older looking man. "Hector thanks for coming, Mike's an idiot."

"We all were at his age Miss Emily," Hector said laughing, "Yuh know we all were. Now let me see tuh his aftershocks an we can all get on with our day."

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Hector had laid hands on me, and I realized that he was a healer of sorts. I tried to follow the thread of his spells but it was over with too quickly for me to get a good grasp on it. After I spoke with the two of them for a while, then returned to my room, eager to get a little more sleep. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen right away.

Erin was awake and bustling about, packing up her clothes and things. She explained to me that there was a 'family emergency' and she had to leave for home, had to go see her mother right away. I knew that her mother must have found out about Francis Solaris's suicide, and called her in the middle of the night.

Erin assured me that she'd get the agency to send a girl over. She said Kara was quite interested in working with me again and I agreed that it would be fine. I told her that I understood and would have no complain on one stipulation. She glared at me, angry that I'd be putting her contract before her family needs. But then I told her that the only stipulation was that I didn't want her to prostitute herself until she spoke with me, that I'd see about getting her a job at the Hideaway, but only if she wasn't out turning tricks on the street or for her shitty agency. She threw herself in my arms and broke down crying. I held her and comforted her, and saw her into a town car in the lobby as the sun was breaking the horizon. She promised she'd be in touch.

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The day I'd been preparing for all week came with a flurry of activity. After Erin's departure, Kara showed up a few hours later. Her hair wasn't white this time, but a honey blonde, and longer, down just past her shoulders in what most women would have called 'a rachel cut'. I didn't care for it overly much, but Kara was eager, and practically mauled me when she arrived. I think she was actually eager for another good fuck like I'd thrown her the night before. She admitted that she'd never in her life squirted when she orgasmed, and she found it hot being painted with my cum the way i had. So who was I to let a lady down? Thanks to Brookesbend's gift, Kara got a second thundering orgasm where she sprayed ejaculate all over, then took an inhuman amount of my spunk. Well, actually that happened a few times, as Emily had given me this last day off to rest and relax. So I spent the better part of the day fucking the hell out of Kara, then went to bed at a very early hour, early at least for me.

When the sun rose the day of the tournament, I was up and ready to go. Kara didn't sleep with me, but was in her side of the suite, in a bed that could only be described as 'obviously fucked upon.' The gentlemanly thing to do would have been to get her clean sheets from room service at the least, but if she couldn't figure that out, she could sleep in a king sized wet spot for all I cared. I was for all intents and purposes, done with her and the escort service that both she and Erin worked for.

Normally I'm a gentleman about such things, but this was different. I really felt no emotional connection to Kara at all. She was a whore, here for me to get my rocks off with, relax, and 'recharge' my mana batteries. Now I'm not the kind of guy who looks down on a woman because she gets paid for sex, but I am the kind of guy who looks down on a woman who acts like she's only in it for the money. While Kara might have enjoyed the sex, I could tell she was a bit cold and distant, emotionally sealed off, and she really only was here for the money and the easy job. Finishing out Erin's contract for less than a day meant a good chunk of Erin's pay, and she already had fucked me once so she knew I wasn't 'gross' like some of her other clients. So when I shut the door on her the night before the tournament, I knew I was done with her. I locked the door so she was on her side of the suite, and then went to bed by myself, full of mana, and quite happily drained of cum.

The morning of the tournament Emily showed up at my door just after I'd finished getting ready. I'd showered, prepared, and was pouring myself a cup of coffee. I didn't need the coffee of course, but it made me feel better, it was soothing to me. It was a bit of that ritual that helped one make sense out of life and prepare to face the day.

She entered with a man that I could only describe as the plainest most uninteresting looking man I'd ever seen. His voice was a perfect monotone at a completely normal pitch. He had a normal haircut with just a touch of grey, was probably five foot ten inches tall, and was dressed in a suit, but one that was obviously off the rack and inexpensive.

Emily introduced him to me as "Mr. J." but wouldn't say anything other than that. Apparently the man liked his privacy and obscurity. He was a mage, I knew that the moment he walked in. But Emily explained that he was a body shaper, and one she'd hired to come here and mold her, before she and I had met, obviously. But she wanted to know if I wanted any body shaping before the tournament, since she'd already paid him.

Running a hand across my bald head, I admitted I did miss hair. I asked if he could undo the permanent state of baldness I was under. He nodded and guessed right off the bat that I'd come under the care of Renia. When I asked how he knew, he explained that all new mages she worked on, usually left her care bald as an egg. He asked if I wanted beard hair or ... anything else. But I declined, I had gotten used to not shaving and I figured I could go for a while without having to deal with that hassle. Twenty minutes later I had a fuzzy dome of black hair. A buzz cut would probably be the best way to describe my head, and it felt good to finally have hair again after so long without.

But then it was off to the other casino for the big poker tournament. At first I was nervous carrying the small canvas case containing four hundred thousand dollars in cash (Emily had already paid 20% down to reserve the seat), but I didn't need to be. The town car carried me into a private garage where I was met with casino security, who escorted me directly to the cage. They took my money, checked my name as one of the registered applicants, and then saw me to the private room where the tournament would be held.




Old World Magic Ch. 16



I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but it seemed a bit more 'high tech' than I'd thought. There were five poker tables, each with five seats and space for a dedicated dealer. But what was shocking was the amount of video cameras, monitors, and computer cables running everywhere. Along one entire side of the room was a bank of computers with several excited looking men flouncing about.

The setup was explained to us. The cameras were only allowed to record our bodies and faces, and would never see our cards. In turn any data the computer crew collected was only allowed to send a single 'on / off' pulse to the 'cheater box' that our host, John DiMarco, carried. The idea was it would light up if the computer team guessed we were bluffing, or stay dark if they thought we weren't.

Five players at each table would play till only one player remained. Blinds would go up every thirty minutes. The last player at each table would take two point five million to the final table then from there it would be a 5 way game till someone had all the chips. The prize money was divided down among the winners, but everyone was shooting for the grand prize, seven point five million, and the 'golden ticket' that he kept crowing about. Hell there were people here who would have paid five hundred thousand flat out for the golden ticket. The right to enter any tournament that DiMarco's casino threw in the future was a career maker for professional poker players. I learned too that it meant that it also included a buyin seat for the next poker world series if DiMarco got it at his casino, which, he had for the last five years in a row, since two thousand and four.

I was a little bit star struck to be honest. I was going to play ultra high stakes poker in the same room as the professionals. In the room we were playing in, last year, a man from denmark anmed Isser had won over nine million dollars and become the youngest player to ever win the poker world series at age twenty two. He'd surpassed the previous winner who'd won the tournament back in nineteen eighty nine at age twenty four.

It was astounding, because while I'd actually been born in nineteen seventy and had been around for thirty nine years, my reformed identity said that I was only twenty one. I knew that this wasn't a world series event, but if it was, and I won, I'd take the new crown as the youngest winner ever.

In any regard, there were several poker pros I knew, but the majority of the twenty five players assembled today were high finance types. Business owners, fortune five hundred types. Among them not one school teacher turned mage, not one bartender at a brothel, not one person who appeared to be under the age of thirty, save me. I saw the way they looked at me, the way they whispered. The word spread quickly that I was a proxy player for a swiss investment company. I guess that it was one of the ways that Emily had bought the seat at the table, by backdooring the money in via a shell company.

There were others waiting, far more than twenty five men, and they were sadly all men. But on the sidelines I saw faces I recognized, people who had changed the tech world, famous actors, and of course, more poker pros hoping that someone with a reserved seat wouldn't show and they could buy their way in. There was one person who was a no-show, sacrificing their deposit of nearly a hundred thousand dollars. A lottery was held and some texan I'd never heard of was able to buy his way into the vacant seat.

There was one person who stuck out to me. My mage sense was totally blank to this strange man. Mages triggered my sixth sense by a sort of 'electric' or ozone type smell. Ruby, a succubus, often smelled of an exotic spice, or sometimes cinnamon. So I knew that this man was neither of those. He simply had no 'smell' to him at all, not even the normal human baseline that my sense gave me with humans. He was nothing, a void, a complete dead spot on my senses. It made me realize how I'd come to think of my mage sense as just another of my senses, and only by this man's complete lack of 'aura' did I realize how I'd come to integrate that sixth sense into my daily life. It was like being introduced to someone who made no sound, or was invisible. My gut reaction warned me to be very careful around this man, but he seemed pleasant enough. He had a definite european accent I couldn't place, it sounded like it had a touch of several different cultures, predominantly french. Also, I'm not homophobic, but I got a definite 'gay' vibe from him. However I could have been mistaken, and he could have just been very fastidious and neat. Ultimately I was pleased that he was not seeded with me at my starting table, and I hoped that he would be eliminated so I wouldn't have to face him at the final table.

Sitting down at my starting table, the blinds started very very low and gave us a chance to get the feel for the game. Honestly I spent the first two hours playing without any of my magic as I just let myself fall into the game. I lost for the most part, but since the blinds were still pretty low, I wasn't down more than fifty grand.

What was interesting was how the other four at my table kept teasing me about my age. I looked like some twenty one year old kid in a room full of people where the average age was probably double that. One of the players, the texan who'd bought his way in, started calling me 'kid' till one of the others at the table pointed out that nickname was already taken by a very famous pro. But when they found out my last name was Naughton the texan, whose name was Bill Bidel, came up with a nickname for me.

"Naughton," Bill said as he toyed with a stack of chips, "Young kid like you, you can't have no experience at poker, no serious experience at least."

I smiled at him and stared him down from across the table, knowing he was waiting to call, fold, or raise the bet I'd just kicked to him. "Does that mean that you're going to call Bill?" I asked taunting him.

"Mike Naughton," he said staring me down, "You ain't Naughton, your name should be Mike Nuttin, cause son, I think you got Nuttin in your hand right now." He shoved a large stack of chips into the center of the table. "I call your bluff an I'mma raise you another ten grand Nuttin."

I smiled at the nickname he was trying to stick on me. Nuttin was actually kind of amusing, and it wouldn't hurt. If I went to the big table with a derogatory nickname like 'nuttin' the other players might underestimate me. Plus, considering the amount of cum I could fire off when i 'busted my nut' the nickname held a secret and hilarious double meaning for me. 

I looked at his chips for a moment and then set my chips down. Rubbing my chin I closed my eyes for a second, it was time to start setting up the spells that would let me see the other players hands. Of course since I was setting them up now I couldn't tell what he had without really diving into his mind. Something I wasn't really prepared to do. I set up the spell on all four other players at my table then opened my eyes again. The pot was almost ten grand, and he'd raised another ten. Now I had two pair, but they weren't especially strong, and with an ace on the flop and a king on the turn, I wasn't feeling particularly bold.

I smiled at Bill and threw my cards to the dealer face down, "You're right Bill, I had nuttin." 

After that the nickname seemed to morph a little bit over the next few hours to lil' nut, and then just 'nut'. Again, I took amusement in the source of my mana coming from sexual intercourse and the double meaning of 'nut' in that regard. But I played along and eventually the table I'd started out at was down to just Bill and I, as we'd knocked out the other three players.

By this point I'd been losing a few light hands and some blinds, but I'd also taken a few really big pots, and Bill and I were pretty evenly matched in chip stack.. Bill, sitting across from me was down a little, having just over two million, and I had a few blind buy ins more than him at around two point three eight million.

"All right nut," Bill said to me with a smirk, "Looks like I'm gonna take you down in time for lunch. I'm all in." He tossed in the white button chip that said 'All In' into the center of the table on top of our blinds. The flop had just come out, and it was looking pretty good for Bill. Ace, king, nine, mixed suits. I had scanned him as he'd looked at his cards and knew he had an offsuit ace and king in his hand. He had two pair, and a decent two pair. No, I take that back, two pair aces over kings wasn't a decent pair, it was a great pair. But there were two reasons that a pocket ace king were also known as the "Anna Kournikova." The first obviously being the initials, A.K. standing for the tennis player's name as well as the hand's notation. But the second was that no matter how good she looked, she never seemed to win in the clutch.

I smiled and nodded at the dealer, "I call." 

Bill flipped his over towards the dealer and his grin was big enough to take up most of his face, "Sorry little nut, but this is a game for pros."

I said nothing, but I tossed out my hand, a pair of nines. The observers went nuts as Bill's grin absolutely vanished in shock and disbelief. The dealer pulled both hands and set them on the felt near the river.

Both of us held our breath as the dealer burned and turned. "YEEE HAW YOU SUMABITCH!" Bill leapt out of his seat and pointed at the fourth card dealt, a king. He had a full house. "Fuck yes you little bastard. Fuck yes." 

The dealer paused for a moment to let Bill calm down, and then he realized I was sitting motionless. I was focusing all my energy on that deck. I wasn't sure that there was another nine in there, but if there was, my spell would bring it to the top. I channelled mana into the deck and looked up at Bill and said, "The river always fucks you Bill."

The dealer burned and played the river, nine of hearts. I had quad nines.

Bill looked shocked, he was stunned, and the color drained from his face. I stood up and walked over to him and stuck out my hand, "Been an honor playing with you sir."

Bill shook my hand, it felt cold and clammy, but he looked me in the eye and said, "Yeah, but next time I'mma take your yankee ass down son. I'll be lookin for you at the world series, you'd better be there."

I smiled and clapped Bill on the back, "You know it Bill, you know it.

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"Psssst" I heard someone say. Spinning around in the mens washroom, I looked around for the source of the voice. I shook the water off my hands into the sink and wondered if I'd actually heard something or if it was just my imagination.

"Psssssst!" Came again and this time I spotted the source, a cracked open mens stall door. A whispered voice came out of the tiny gap in the door, "Is there anyone else out there?"

I looked around the mens room, finding it empty. Several stalls all with the doors open, and no men at the urinals. I figured that the guy in the stall whispering must have been out of paper or something. "Uh," I answered grabbing a linen towel. The executive club bathrooms were magnificent I had to admit; actual linen towels, amenities, marble everywhere. "No, no one else out here," I answered to the mystery voice in the stall. "Do you need a hand?"

"Yeah," the voice whispered.

It seemed odd, but I went and approached the stall door. "Did you need some paper?" I asked.

The door opened and I was shocked to see a woman sitting there. Not just any woman, but a drop dead gorgeous woman. Brunette hair of mid length past her shoulders, blue grey eyes, a nose that looked very cute, but was just a touch off center, and pursed lips with garish red lipstick made up her face. But my eyes traveled lower as I realized not only was she in the mens room, but she was naked save some sneakers and socks.

Her long graceful neck led to the soft skin of her shoulders and graceful arms, beneath that, small but perky B cup breasts which were capped with tight, hard, pink nipples. A smooth abdomen, broken only by the quarter circle bar of a belly ring, and then down to a smoothly shaved pussy. It was easy to see as she was sitting on the toilet with her legs spread, one hand idly rubbing her thick labia. I felt my desire rise as I noticed that she had juicy wrinkled lips, and that they were already bright pink and moist, flushed with arousal.

"You're Mike Naughton right?" She asked as she toyed with her pussy and licked her lips. I nodded, stunned by this unexpected turn. "I was watching you play earlier, and it made me so fucking hot, I was hoping I could suck your cock?"

At this point my dick was already tenting the suit pants I was wearing. But there was something wrong here. Something told me that this was a bit off. Thankfully I was a mind mage, and I could investigate. I closed my eyes for a moment and opened the door inside my mind, letting my mind reach out to connect to hers.

The flood of information was instant, and thankfully she was thinking about her 'mission' over and over, so it was quite easy to pick out of all the other info. She was to keep me in here, suck me off, then try to get me to fuck her. While I was distracted, a hired goon was supposed to sneak into the bathroom silently, wait for me to cum, then hit me over the head with a sap. They'd take me down to the infirmary where the on staff doctor would announce that I must have slipped and hit my head, and I'd have to bow out of the rest of the tournament.

Either John DiMarco, or one of his close underlings, must have set this up. It was the only logical answer as this woman was a dancer here, and at a local strip club. Plus there was a bathroom attendant outside the door making sure no one else came in. I delved a little deeper and found out that her plan was to suck me off first, then once I had cum, coax me into fucking her. She planned on bending over the toilet, pressing her hands against the back wall, and letting me fuck her from behind. While I was distracted she'd reach down into a bag she had next to the toilet, grab a little remote, and press the button on it. That would be the signal for the goon to come in and sneak up behind me.

I opened my eyes and looked at the wall, sure enough, there it was. The bag was sitting open on the floor between the toilet and the dividing wall. There was little doubt that when presented by a beautiful, naked woman, who was rubbing her pussy and offering to suck your cock, your average man probably wouldn't even have noticed it. But I did, I saw her clothing, condoms, and sure enough, what looked like a remote car starter sitting on top of the rest. Taking my gaze from it and watching her play with herself again, I asked, "What's the catch?"

She smiled and took her fingers from her pussy and put them in her mouth, sucking on them, and answered, "No catch, poker players make me hot and you're the only young stud down there. The rest of those old men don't have a thing on you." She let her other hand stroke my cock through my suit pants, feeling the hardening shaft there. "I can tell you'd want it. What do you say?"

I smiled, now that I knew her plan I figured I couldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. "Sure, I've got time before the final table." I grinned and unzipped my pants. Then hauling my cock out of my boxer briefs, I let it flop in front of her.

She immediately went to it, grabbing the base with both hands and shoving her mouth over the head. Now normally I'm used to a little more foreplay, especially when it comes to getting head, but I have to say that this approach wasn't horrible. In only a few bobs of her head she was slobbering and bobbing up and down on my cock almost violently. I could feel the thick head of my dick slamming into the back of her throat, but it didn't slow her down one bit. In fact she was moaning and groaning as if she was enjoying it. She may have been acting, but I didn't care, it was one of the most aggressive, sloppy, wet blowjobs I'd ever had. The fact that I was standing in the doorway of a stall in a mens room only made it seem dirtier.

"What's your name beautiful?" I asked as she swallowed me deep again.

"NNNnnng nnnn." she replied with a slight shake of her head. Then pulling my cock out of her mouth she jacked my dick with both hands, her copious saliva acting as a lube while she answered, "No names baby, just this." Then she was blowing me again, her tongue licking out past her lips to reach as far down my shaft as she could get.

In this position she could only get the first few inches of my nearly nine inches into her mouth, but I wasn't complaining. Her hands were working the base of my shaft and it was an absolutely astounding blowjob. She wasn't a pro, but I didn't doubt that she enjoyed doing this, there was just too much enthusiasm.

As expected after a short while, I felt the churning in my balls that signaled my approach was near. It was time to make my counter move to this Mata Hari's oral assault. "I'm getting close." I warned, knowing that would be the queue for her next suggestion.

"Mike," she said jerking my cock, "After you cum in my mouth, I want you to stay hard and fuck me, would you like that? Would you like to fuck my hot wet pussy?"

"Yes, oh god, yes, just keep sucking!" I begged, playing up the desperation of a horny twenty one year old. As her mouth went back around my cock I summoned up the gift that Brookesbend had given me, and let mana flow into it, increasing my ejaculate several times over. "Here... I... come!" I gasped out. Then grabbing the top of her head, I let loose.

My spunk, magnified to inhuman proportions filled her mouth. Her cheeks bulged as did her eyes as the volume of semen flooding her mouth was too much for her to keep up with. She gagged and then began choking as the cum started flowing out of her lips. I held her head there as I kept coming, flooding her throat with my thick spunk. She put both hands on my thighs and pushed backwards, gasping for air and trying to swallow at the same time.

Now was my chance, I grabbed my cock and aimed it upwards, powerful blasts of my orgasming rod shot thick ropes of my cum right at her face. Three, four, five spurts and her face was covered, and her eyes were shut tight against the onslaught.

"HOLY FUCK!" she yelled, "What the fucking shit!?"

I snatched up her bag that sat on the floor between her and the dividing wall, then stepped back out of the stall to make sure that no one was coming in the door. Seeing that her yell hadn't attracted any attention, I grabbed a linen towel and wiped my cock clean. "That was great mystery girl, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"What the fuck? You came in both of my eyes you fucking freak." She cried as she tried to clear the sticky spunk away from her eyelids, with not a whole lot of success. "That shit hurts you know!"

"Yes, and you were going to try to mug me, so I think we're even." Then, with that I opened my mind to her and used my magic. I pushed a simple thought, *quiet.* She immediately shut her mouth and silently tried clearing my sticky white goo from her eyes. She looked like a porn star at the end of a bukkakke video, and I managed to avoid laughing at her quiet efforts to clean up. I finished toweling off my cock, which was still leaking clear cum. But I had to admit, the blowjob had felt fantastic and despite her motivations she'd done a pretty good job. The idea of fucking her didn't actually seem too bad. 

Then I got a wicked idea, going back into her bag, I found the little remote on a keychain that was designed to signal the bouncer. Flipping it over I popped open the back and pulled the button cell battery out of it. I tossed it in the trash, then closed the remote back up. I tossed it back in the bag, then began rummaging through her bag. A skirt, blouse, and some silk panties for her to put on, with some shoes on the bottom. Obviously it was what she was supposed to change into when her little plan was done.




Old World Magic Ch. 16



I opened up my mind, and using the fresh surge of mana she'd given me from the blowjob, I tried 'listening' for minds outside the bathroom door and found two. One was angry, hyped up, aggressive. That had to be the goon. I pushed a thought to him, it was a bit complex, but I thought I could make it work. *You're early and you have plenty of time, go get a drink at the bar while you wait*

I repeated the thought over and over, and felt the angry presence move away. I broke contact with his mind, not wanting to have a drain on my magical energies as he got further and further away. Then back to the slut on the toilet I changed my mental command from *quiet* to *relax, everything is going according to plan*

"Sorry about that!" I said with mock humility as I pulled her silk panties out of the bag. I set the bag back on the floor near her feet and said, "Let me help you clean your face at least."

She sighed and I could feel her disgust at the massive facial cumshot weighing against her desire to complete the 'mission' she'd been sent in here to accomplish. She sighed and nodded her cum drenched head yes, "Yeah... yeah baby." She said hesitatingly, "Help me clean off my face, then you can give me that big cock." She was trying to be sexy but it was obvious the massive amount of my jizz coating her face and stinging her eyes was distracting her. But bless her for giving it the college try.

"Ok," I said as I knelt down and used her silk panties to begin wiping the cum away from her eyes and forehead. "But there's one stipulation. I'm into a little fetish stuff, so I'm going to gag you when I fuck you." I wiped enough of my spunk off her eyes so that she felt safe opening them. They were both bloodshot but I noticed she looked down at her bag immediately. Seeing the remote sitting on the top of her clothing she began to speak. But I quickly wadded up her now cum covered silk panties and pushed them into her mouth. I grinned and stood up, my hard cock pointing at her face and said, "No talking, just show me with your body what you want to do."

I saw her look down, spot her bag, and then nod. She saw the remote on top of her clothing and figured that it was still safe to play along with the plan. A part of me wondered how much DiMarco had to be paying this woman. I let my mind magic touch her again and found out it was a good amount, but there was more to it. She wanted to do the job, she liked the debasement, she liked the idea of being a filthy whore. She knew what this job would entail and not only agreed to it, but jumped at the chance.

I opened my eyes as she turned around and presented her ass to me. Bending over she put one hand against the wall and rubbed her swollen pussy lips between her thighs with the other. She moaned around the silken gag in her mouth and slid her fingertips up and down her moist lips. Then flinging her hair, she looked back at me. Much of my jizz still glistened shiny on her face and in her hair, but the look she sent was one of pure wanton desire. "Fmmupph Fmmmee!" She said through the panties in her mouth.

I grinned, but then I stepped back for one second and let my trousers fall all the way to the floor. Kicking them to the side I winked and said, "Don't want them to get mussed up now do I?" Then I stepped forwards, my hard cock pointing right at her heart shaped ass. She gave a little wiggle and I could see that her labia were swollen, pink, and dewey with arousal. Placing one hand on the small of her back I stepped into the stall and gripped the base of my cock tightly.

The nameless slut moaned as I rubbed the fat head of my cock along her slick pussy, coating it in a thin sheen of her juices. Then I lined it up with her moist passage and grabbed her hips with both hands. "You're going to enjoy this," I said in a deep and husky voice, and one that carried just a hint of magical suggestion to it. The slut may have been trying to get me injured, knocked out of the tournament, but there was no reason she shouldn't enjoy this as much as me.

Then with my hands on her hips, I thrust my hips forwards as I pulled her backwards. She cried out in a mixture of shock, pain, and pleasure as I buried all eight inches of my fat cock into her in one forceful stroke. She'd been aroused, but that type of penetration in one go was more than she'd expected. Her fingers clawed at the tile wall of the stall as she tried to adjust, to get used to my thick hot rod splitting her. But I was in no mood to be gentle with her, so I withdrew halfway before slamming back in fully. My heavy nutsack slapped forwards, making contact with her clit and sending electric jolts of pleasure racing through her body.

I held her hips and fucked her hard. No, hard wasn't the right word, brutally was the only way to describe the way I aggressively slammed my hips forwards into her pert backside. My cock plunged her cunny, whipping her juices into a froth that coated my cock from base to head in a delicious white cream. She came, the first time, quite quickly. Her moans and cries were muffled by the cum soaked silk panties in her mouth, but it was an undeniable orgasm as her vaginal walls squeezed and gripped my shaft as if trying to milk it.

But I'd just cum all over her face shortly before, and it was going to take a little bit more to make me cum. So as she rode the wave of a second and third orgasm, I continued to fuck her at a powerful and aggressive pace. I chuckled as I slammed her, because after her third orgasm, she reached down into her bag and found the remote control that was supposed to signal the goon to come attack me. She hit the button several times and then dropped it back in the bag, probably assuming that the goon would be sneaking up any moment now.

I let my body continue to violate her now sopping wet pussy on 'autopilot' as I closed my eyes and sent out a mental search. There was still the bathroom attendant outside the door, making sure no one came in, but the goon hadn't returned yet. Nor would he, since I'd removed the battery from the slut's remote. 

I felt that familiar tightness in my groin and behind my belly button that said my orgasm was approaching. I slowed my thrusts just enough for a few moments to lean forwards and say, "This has been fun, but tell me, where do you want it? In your cunt or on your face again?"

She looked back, her eyes wide, "Mmmm khhnn, mmm khhnn!" She exclaimed through the silken gag.

I chuckled and grabbed her hips tight. Then I began silently casting a spell that I was beginning to enjoy quite a bit. Thinking about Brookesbend's gift, I channelled mana into both my own impending orgasm as well as hers. I slammed my cock into her mercilessly and I felt her body tense as a fourth orgasm rocked her body. This time, fueled by the magical gift, her cunny squirted female ejaculate, soaking my balls and dripping down her legs and falling to splat wetly on the tile below us in a miniature waterfall of musky female juices.

Her orgasm caused her to clench my thrusting rod, and it was that last push I needed. Holding her hips I pulled her back so my cock was fully buried in her and then released. I felt a torrent of hot spunk flood through me and fill her pussy. My cum filled her passage and began to dribble out of the edges of her dripping slit. I pulsed, firing off hot unnatural sized loads of cum deep into her, and they caused her to scream into the gag in sheer orgasmic bliss each time.

Her legs trembled and suddenly she shook and then became a dead weight. It was good I had been holding her hips so tightly, she'd passed out from sheer orgasmic bliss. I managed to lower her to the tile floor of the bathroom stall, my cock still twitching and firing. I laughed as my thick ropey loads of white cum splattered on her as she lay across the toilet, unconscious, but her body still twitching from the overpowering orgasms.

I stood over her and stroked my cock, letting the magically enhanced cumshots coat her body wherever they landed until I was finally spent. I sighed and leaned against the dividing wall between the stall we were in and the next, and considered what to do.

I took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of sex in the bathroom, then again grabbed her bag. Walking to the sinks with it, I withdrew the silk blouse and skirt. Turning on the water in the sink, I soaked the silk blouse and used it to wash off my cock, balls, and legs where they'd been coated with combined juices. Then I dried off with her skirt, smearing cummy water all over the clothing. At the very least it would keep her from coming after me right away when she woke up. Then once cleaned I re-dressed and made myself look presentable in the bathroom mirror.

I was now flush with a wealth of new mana from that exciting sexual experience and ready to play some cards. I opened my mind and felt the bathroom attendant still outside, and the aggressive thoughts that I was associating with the goon had just returned from his trip to the bar. I sent the goon another mental suggestion, a simple one, *look away.* Then I cautiously went to the bathroom door and cracked it open just enough to peek out.

Sure enough, right outside the door was a bathroom attendant, who turned to look at me, but said nothing. Odds were he didn't know what was going on other than to keep anyone else out of the bathroom for a while. But leaning against the wall next to him was a very large man. I'd have been more scared, but his head was turned directly away from me as he watched people walking down the hall.

I exited the bathroom and began moving quickly. After all I was out in public now and probably safe, but the more distance I put between myself and this scene, the better. I quickly turned away from the goon and walked briskly down the hallway. I didn't stop till I made it to the lobby. Once there I knew I was safe, there were too many witnesses for them to try anything stupid. I sort of wondered if I should feel bad that I'd stranded the woman in the bathroom with no clean clothing, a cunt leaking my spunk, and a face full of jizz. But I got over any lingering guilt very quickly, recomposed myself, and headed back to the tournament room.



Old World Magic Ch. 17



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Authors note: Please note that this is chapter 17 of a large story. It is not a stand alone chapter, and I ask you please to not judge it as such. There's over a hundred thousand words to this story before this chapter. So if you don't understand something that happens, I suggest and recommend that you go back and read from chapter 1. It's a pretty good story if I do say so myself. Also, this story is pure fiction. Names, characters, incidents and locations are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.

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In my absence two other tables had yielded a victor and now it was just down to one table left, with two players battling it out for the final spot. It seemed my timing was dead on. I flagged down a waitress and ordered a sandwich and bottled water while I watched the play from the rail. My view was partially obstructed by the cameras and computer equipment set up at the table, aimed at each player. But I wasn't watching the table, I was watching the two men dueling it out for the fifth spot at the final table.

One was the European man who 'smelled' invisible to my sixth sense, the other a confident looking man with a receding hairline. I opened my mind and let my mind magic flow outwards as I channeled mana into my telepathy. I shook my head, confused, and looked at the table as the two men played. Then I recast my spell of telepathy. Yet the same confusing result. I focused, narrowing my eyes and imagining the results of the telepathy spell working the way I wanted, but it was not to be.

I had no problems reading the mind of one of the two men at the table, but the European, the one that seemed wrong to my sixth sense, he just wasn't there. My telepathy didn't fail to work, it was as if there was no one there for the spell to work on. I tried again and again, pumping more mana, of which I now had a surplus of thanks to my bathroom encounter, into my spells. But no matter what I tried, it was like my magical abilities just didn't even recognize the strange european man at all.

I heard a groan as the europeans opponent turned his cards to reveal a weak pair, knocking him out of the tournament. The strange man was the last seat at the final table. I realized I might be in trouble if I couldn't read his mind. My earlier hope that I not be seated at the final table with the unreadable european man was unrecognized and I knew now that it went beyond discomfort. If I couldn't read his mind, see what cards he saw through his eyes, I'd have to manage to out play him on skill alone.

The waitress returned with my sandwich and set it down at the table I'd been watching from. But with the realization that I couldn't use my mental powers on that man, I no longer had an appetite.

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The tournament had drug on for hours and was down to myself, Henri the strange european that I could not read, and DiMarco the owner of the casino and host of the tournament. We'd already eliminated two of the other players, and it had been a tough battle. Earlier I had confirmed that Henri, pronounced 'on-REE', was French, and also a proud gay man. There was a soft, young, twinkish looking man that could be no older than his mid twenties standing at Henri's rail. During a break I saw Henri stretch and walk to the rail to converse with the young man. Before the conversation ended, the two shared a soft loving kiss and a few whispered words. Henri returned to the rail reinvigorated. I thought about trying to send out mental probes to the young man, but decided to reserve my mana for the game. The young man was several dozen feet away and I lacked any sort of bridge to make a mental connection with him. I could have done it, but it would have drained much more mana than I was willing to part with.

My spells worked with perfect clarity on John DiMarco and the other two men that had already been eliminated. It was useful being able to read John's thoughts about the game. He was a dyed in the wool gambler, much like Emily Whitefeld was, and his insight into Henri's hand was likely the only reason that the European man hadn't taken me down much further than I already had fallen.

DiMarco had been using his 'cheater box' the whole table as well. It was a simple black box with a single LED light. It gave no indication of what cards we had in our hand, but the sensitive cameras and computer equipment all fed into a system that told him if an opponent was bluffing or not. It had been used to devastating effect against me. I simply could not bluff DiMarco. Whatever his software and hardware setup was, it had me dead to rights. But strangely, it didn't seem to have any effect on Henri.

It was a strange three way battle between us three men as each had an advantage. I of course could see what DiMarco had any time I wanted. DiMarco could tell every time I tried to bluff, and to be honest, he was a far better player than I was. Which of course made sense, he'd been playing professionally for over two decades now. But Henri, he had almost the biggest advantage of all; he had absolutely no tells. He sat silent, motionless, like a statue, barely breathing and with no wasted movement as he played. More he was unreadable by both DiMarco and myself. 

DiMarco even had the game held for several minutes a couple times so that his tech team could re-calibrate their equipment. But no matter what they did, Henri was a stone. He did allow a slight smirk and chuckle each time DiMarco showed his frustration over his equipment, but otherwise the man was as tight lipped as he was a tight player.

For hours the three of us battled, the chips sliding back and forth across the table. I finally saw my chance when I caught DiMarco yawning. It was already past ten at night and we'd been playing for the entire day. I'm sure DiMarco never expected it to go on this long. But one of the stipulations of the game was that we'd play till there was a winner. I'd be willing to bet that DiMarco had figured that stipulation would factor into his style. But I was a mage, and could easily burn off small amounts of mana to stay refreshed and energized. Henri didn't appear to be getting tired, but he didn't appear to be doing much other than quiet, calm, almost robotic play.

I looked at my cards as they were dealt to me. Ace and King of diamonds. I groaned inwardly. This was the same pocket that Bill 'tex' Bidel had when I knocked him out of the first table. My gut told me to fold. I didn't want to go out third place on an Anna Kournikova. I looked at John DiMarco and then used my powers to see what cards he'd picked up. Pocket queens. A far better pocket than mine. I glanced over at Henri, but as usual he sat there motionless, watching to see how the hand would play.

Since DiMarco was on the button, Henri had first chance to call or bet. As small blind he only needed twenty thousand to call and buy into the hand. So it wasn't surprising that he did so, tossing in the minimum to stay in.

I was big blind with forty thousand in chips tossed in, so I was already committed. I tapped the table indicating a check. DiMarco seemed to mull his pocket for a while, though I knew he was excited about his hand. After a few moments consideration he began counting out chips. He tossed in a handful of orange chips with a double white stripe into the center. He smirked and said, "Raise two hundred thousand."

The dealer collected the chips and then turned to Henri. I thought for sure he'd fold, but after a moment he moved and carefully pushed a stack of chips in, "Call" he said softly.

"Two hundred to you sir," the dealer said looking at me. I knew that DiMarco had a better hand, but I hated folding out an ace king pre flop, especially when it was suited. I resisted uttering a sigh and did something that most professionals would consider stupid; I pushed two hundred thousand in chips into the center to call the hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw DiMarco's box light up. He knew I was bluffing. I tried not to focus on his grin as I questioned why I did what I just did.

The flop came out and I raised a single eyebrow before letting it fall, hoping neither of my opponents had seen my tell. Queen of Spades, three of hearts, and ten of clubs. My hopes for a flush were ruined, but I had a chance at a gutshot straight if a jack came out. DiMarco on the other hand now had three of a kind, top of the board too. 

Henri and I again checked, and DiMarco grinned broadly as he looked at the LED on his little 'cheater box'. It was lit, and he counted out and tossed in another stack of chips. "Raise four hundred thousand."

Henri again shocked me by pushing in the requisite number of chips and again quietly announcing a call. I looked at DiMarco's broad grinning face. I knew that at the moment it was his hand to win. I couldn't imagine what Henri might have that would beat DiMarco's triple queens. I figured he probably had three tens, but I couldn't be sure. The one thing I did know was that DiMarco was slipping. He would have never grinned like a fool like that earlier in the game. 

I closed my eyes and listened for a moment. His thoughts were broadcasting loud as day and he was tired. He'd never expected this game to play out this long and saw this as his chance to try to make a significant move. He was even grinning to try to get me to throw off my own game. Since he knew I was bluffing, thanks to his cheater box, he figured he could try to get me to think he was bluffing, and over commit.

Fuck it, now was the time for boldness. I stared at the man and glared. I did my best impersonation of a person who was trying to out stare a pit bull. "You got nothing DiMarco," I said as I glared at him.

"So you say nuttin, but why don't you call and find out?" He said with a smirk.

"I'll do better," I said, then straightened in my chair I looked at the dealer and said, "I'm all in."

DiMarco seemed to be surprised by my actions. It certainly was a bold bluff. He actually debated his actions for a moment before he looked at our respective chip stacks. Mine was a fair amount higher than his, somewhere around a million more. If he won this hand he'd double up and put me so far in the hole I'd have little chance of being able to come back. He looked at the dealer and said, "Give me a count please?"

The dealer took all my chips and quickly counted them up, "Five million, two hundred, forty thousand sir."

DiMarco counted out all his chips and then pushed them all to the center, "I'll call, with the four hundred, that puts me at a total of four million one hundred even."

Everyone looked at Henri. He'd have to go all in as well. His chip stack was nearly the same as DiMarco's. I did a quick tally and guessed he was sitting in second place with a few hundred thousand more than DiMarco. He looked at the board for a long while stone faced and silent, and then suddenly, he just seemed to deflate. A smile broke his lips and for the first time of the whole day he grinned and said, "Oh what ze 'ell. 'iz only a game, no? An' eef either of you wheen, you wheel have a deesteenct advantage over me, so I wheel call thees too."

Then with a laugh he tossed his cards face over towards the dealer. A king and a jack showed, all he needed was an ace or a nine and he'd have a straight. I smiled, "You know it Henri, you're right, it is just a game." Then I tossed my ace king in.

DiMarco seemed almost scared as he tossed in his two queens. He was winning, but if an ace or a nine came out in the turn or river, Henri would win. If a jack showed, it was not only my hand, but I'd take all the chips, and end the tournament.

I stared at the deck and watched as the dealer reached to turn and burn, biting my lip so hard it started to bleed.

- - -

"You played an excellent game Monsieur Naughton," Henri said as he held out a hand to me. I shook it gladly, and suddenly realized my sixth sense could 'smell' him. He was a human, just a normal human, but with a trace of magic about him. Maybe he was a proxy for a mage? I could detect lingering magic on him, that's all I knew. "It was, 'ow you say, an honor?" Henri continued, "Yes, an honor to come in second place to a player like you"

I shook his hand and smiled, then on a whim, pulled him in and gave him a hug. I'm not sure why, but he pat me on the back as if we were old friends and returned the hug. "Thank you Henri, I'm glad you're taking it better than our host." I nodded towards the section of the room that was roped off and filled with computer equipment where John DiMarco was throwing a rant at the techs who were manning the computers.

The young twinkish man that I'd seen earlier came running up and squealing in french. He gleefully hugged Henri as I stepped aside and the two shared a long, and very loving kiss. Henri separated and introduced the young man. "Mike Naughton this is my companion Jean De'Bouteille."

I turned to the young man and stuck out my hand to shake. But as I did my mage sense finally keyed in on the young man. I was assaulted by the overwhelming power coming from the young man. The smell of a spring day, a calm zephyr, a thunderstorm, a desert breeze, all of these things and a hundred others, relating to the air, struck me like a hammer between the eyes.

Jean shook my hand and said, "It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Naughton," His accent was far less obvious than Henri's, "Would you care to have a late dinner with us?"

My eyes rocked back over to Henri and I opened my mind to him, trying to read his thoughts. The jumble came out at me like a tidal wave. So many emotions, elation at placing second, which came with a small prize, a bit more than he'd kicked in to join at least. A deep and abiding love for Jean, the relief that the tournament was over, and yes, a sexual attraction to me. I saw that he hoped that I'd join the two of them in their suite tonight.

But most of all, I saw the truth. I suspected it, but I needed to see it in Henri's mind to confirm it. Jean De'Bouteille was a made up name for the djinn that Henri was master too. He'd freed the genie from a bottle almost seventy five years before, and they'd been lovers ever since.

Suddenly it made sense. Henri must have wished that he would have no tells during the poker match, and that's why my mage sense couldn't pick him up till he'd already decided the match was over. The djinn's magic was stronger than my own and I couldn't read Henri because to be able to do so would have broken the wish he'd made. I somehow didn't feel bad about my magic being weaker than a djinn that had been bound to his master for the better part of a century.

I turned and grinned at the young twinkish man that I now knew to be a genie and said, "Jean De'Bouteille eh?" I grinned and cocked an eyebrow, "no one else ever puts together the clues, eh?"

The two of them shared a look and then Henri said, "Eh.... my english esss, um, is not the goodest. Maybe I mees-understand?"

I smiled and hugged Henri again, "Don't worry Henri, your secret is safe with me. You know how secrets are, they loose all their power once they are out." I couldn't resist and added, "Once the genie is out of the bottle, as they say."

I winked at them and then added, "You two go have a great dinner and a great night." I nodded at a kid standing near the rail watching us, "Maybe that guy would be interested. He's been watching you and 'Jean' for the last two hours." I opened my mental telepathy to the kid that I'd pointed out. He was a still mostly in the closet football player for one of the local colleges, and he was wildly attracted to Jean. I added in a whisper, "His name is Vince and he loves your accent."

I left the smiling couple as they went to talk to the young football player, still somewhat astounded by the fact that I'd just met an actual genie. Elder Creaklimb had told me that they existed in my world, and how to sense them. But they were so rare that I'd never expected to meet one, let alone be asked to join an all male three way with one.

I approached DiMarco who'd calmed down a bit. "Well Mr. Naughton, if you'll come with me we can get the paperwork squared away to transfer your winnings to whatever account you choose. Of course, I hope I'll see you this year at the poker world series when I host it. I'd like to try to win back some of that money from you.

I smiled and said, "Maybe tomorrow mister DiMarco. I know we're both pretty tired right now, and I had the strangest encounter in the VIP bathrooms earlier." I watched his face for a sign that showed me he'd planned out the bait in the stall to distract me while a goon attacked me, but his poker face remained solid. I continued, "Besides, I was just a proxy as you know." He nodded and I pointed to a woman who'd been wearing sunglasses and a hat near the bar. She walked over and took off both hat and glasses as she smiled broadly at DiMarco, "So I'll be back tomorrow and you can sign over the winnings, and the rights to play, to Miss Whitefeld."

Emily's grin as she approached seemed bright enough to light up the vegas strip. DiMarco on the other hand couldn't look more defeated.

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*POP*

The champagne cork popped out into my palm as I turned the bottle back upwards. I held out both the bottle and cork as Emily laughed and held out her glass. "You did it Mike, you did it!" I poured champagne into the glasses without spilling any and wondered for a moment why it always fountained out on TV and movies, it never seemed to do that in real life. Emily took the bottle from me after I'd poured and put it in an ice bucket section that was built into the side wall of the limo's bar, then handed me my glass. "I was watching from the lounge on a feed. I didn't know what you had, but when you flipped the A K I thought you were totally nuts."

I grinned but raised the glass to my lips and sipped the cold bubbly as Emily continued, "Then when DiMarco flipped his queens I was ready to give up on you. Why the heck did you push all in? Didn't you know that he had you beat with his three queens?"

I nodded, drained my glass in one long swallow before reaching for the bottle to refill it. The cold bubbly drink chilled and tickled my throat and I shuddered slightly before smiling and answering her, "Would you believe me if I said I felt lucky?"

Emily laughed and sipped at her glass. Her eyes sparkled over the rim of the champagne flute. "Hmmmm I've seen the working girls that have come and gone through your suite over the last week Mike. I'm sure you'd say you were 'getting lucky,' but I'm not so sure." I cocked an eyebrow at her quizzically and she clarified, "People say 'getting lucky' when they mean getting a little ass. But if you're paying for it, if you're hiring a pro, you're taking all of the luck out of it aren't you? You're not risking anything, you're not betting that you could fail. You've got a sure thing, there's no risk, you're not getting lucky at all."

Emily had gotten progressively flirtier with me over the last week, but this was the most she'd ever spoken to me about sex. "Oh really?" I asked, "Are you suggesting that I should 'take a shot' with someone who isn't a professional?"

Emily's eyes sparkled and she shrugged her shoulders, "It just seems to me that the reward for a game is greater when there's actually a risk of losing at stake."

The Limo pulled into the garage of the Casino Royale and entered the gate leading to the VIP parking. I tried to think of a response but Emily switched thoughts as we pulled up near the underground elevator bank, "Come to my office, we need to discuss the financials." I followed her out of the limo, but decided to bring the champagne as I did so.

Up the elevator to the floor where her office was and then into her office we spoke about some of the hands she'd watched me play, alternatingly complementing and criticising my play. I took it in stride and waited, knowing she was simply waiting for the privacy of her office to speak of anything of great import.




Old World Magic Ch. 17



Only after we'd entered her office and she'd locked the doors did she turn and look at me with a serious face. "Ok Mike, as agreed, you get a quarter of the pot." She smirked then and added, "Almost two million dollars, not bad for a few days work, huh?"

I found myself grinning like a fool. It was almost surreal to think about that much money. A little over a year ago I was a high school teacher who was glad to make around fifty thousand a year, "Not bad at all Emily, but I'll bet you don't mind the pay day either, huh?"

Emily nodded, "Well, my Casino does pretty well profit wise. But I won't lie, five and a half mil before taxes is a pretty sweet injection of capital. Though you know I really did it to get back into the poker world series. I wouldn't have been allowed back in without the golden ticket."

She paused and set down her champagne flute on her desk and walked towards me slowly. Her business suit clung to her body and for some reason suddenly I was picking up on quite an erotic vibe from her. She stopped in front of me and her voice was low and quiet. I sensed that she was trying to seduce me in a way, though I'd been living with Ruby, a succubus, for weeks. As sexy as Emily was, she couldn't hold a candle to a demon built for sex and lust. But she ran a finger across my suit's lapel and asked, "How would you like to take home that majority of the pot from tonight instead of just a quarter?"

I stepped back and raised my eyebrow. It almost felt like she was asking to buy a night in bed with me, but that wasn't her way. She was a businesswoman, and besides she knew I was a horn dog. I'd have fucked her for free if that was what she wanted. Instinctively I opened my mind and let the magic flow forth, trying to get a read on what she was thinking. My ability to gather some sort of information from my telepathic spell was becoming almost second nature to me now. But Emily wasn't a normal person, she was a mage also, and so my spell bounced off the constant 'static' that she put up to protect her thoughts.

"Whoa Emily," I said, "What's going on here? I know you're not going to just pay me for sex, so you can drop the sex kitten act. I'm not buying it."

Emily sighed and straightened her shoulders, "Ok Mike, here's the thing. I got put on the shit list because I won, and I won a lot. They didn't know I was cheating, but the casinos all realized that I was taking money whenever I played. That's how I got to be persona non grata. It's why I needed DiMarco's golden ticket."

She turned and walked to her bar and pulled down a bottle and two glasses. "You regain your mana by resting and by fucking. I regain it by rest and making bets. For me it's that thrill of chance, the roll of the dice, the flip of the coin, the spin of the wheel. It fuels my magic and my life. So to be cut off from gambling in Vegas, well, that'd be like you taking a vow of celibacy."

I didn't mean too, but I gasped in shock at that thought. She turned and walked back over to me, handing me a glass of scotch, "Exactly, now you see how much that golden ticket to the poker world series meant to me. What's more is I already have a plan for it. I'm going to try to make it to the bubble, and bust out of the tournament right before the money."

I quirked an eyebrow, "You want to get to the poker world series, but then fail out before you make any money? I don't understand why."

She grinned, "Money doesn't matter to me any more Mike. But being able to gamble does. Anyone who busts out right at the bubble has a huge stigma of being a 'loser' attached to them. The kind of loser who makes it that high in the tournament but fails out before cash? Well, that's the type of person casinos might actually want on their floors. It would be my inroad back into the local games and this time I wouldn't just roll them for every win I could get."

I nodded my head understanding, "This whole thing has just been about getting back in the other casino's good graces?"

Emily smiled and raised her glass, "I can't buy my way off a blacklist, but I can loose enough of my money to get off it, which is close enough for me."

I frowned as she drank her scotch, "But why pay me extra? Let me guess, you want me to disappear? You're paying me hush money?"

She shrugged, "Close enough. I don't want you winning anything of note for the next few years. You're going to be associated with me by those in the know, and I can't have you winning. If you play some tournaments, that's fine, as long as you come in way down in the rankings. But it might be better for you to just fade away after tonight's action. A one time gunslinger who shows up, wins big, and rides off into the night can be dismissed. But if he sticks around and sets down roots, well, people start taking an interest in him."

I nodded glumly, "...and that's how you got blacklisted."

Emily tapped her nose, "so I'll recoup my investment, take enough to cover your expenses this past week, and you can take the rest. Lets say it's about six point six before taxes? All you have to do is agree that you're going to either get out of Dodge, or lay low in terms of pro gambling for say.... the next two or three years?"

I pondered for almost a minute as she refilled our glasses and we drank them silently. But then I asked, "Ok, but I just won a seven point five million dollar pot in one day. Our deal said you'd pay me 25% of that, but now you're going to bump that up a few million and i have to take two or three years off? It doesn't seem like a sound investment to me. I could win far more just by participating in this year's world series main event."

Emily nodded, "If luck stays with you. You're a rookie Mike, don't confuse one very small but lucrative tournament with your potential. Plus, you'll have another major problem. In addition to the casinos watching you, you'll have to start dodging the silence. They won't be too happy with a mage using his powers to subvert gambling culture."

"Ok," I said mildly annoyed, "What the hell is the silence? I've heard it mentioned once or twice, but my mentor, Adam, hasn't said anything about it at all. What, is it some sort of secret illuminati type group?"

Emily shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes, "Think less illuminati, and more like the IRS. They help keep the wizard world running, but god help you if they decide to look closely at your tax return."

I couldn't help but laugh at the analogy, but Emily explained further. "Some of the most powerful mages in our world work for us. That is, they work hard to make sure that the normal people out there don't ever figure out what's going on. They cover up any accidental exposures or misused magic."

"Well," I said setting the now empty drink glass down on a coffee table in Emily's office. "That explains the name I guess, the silence. They keep everything hush hush. So they are like Men in Black, the merlin version?" Emily quirked an eyebrow, obviously she hadn't seen that movie. I asked, "But why? Is it because we don't want to share our powers? Seems a bit selfish."

Emily's eyes went wide, "Oh no Mike that's not it at all. Most people couldn't handle the truth of reality, the vampires, the wizards, the ghosts, etcetera. But it's not just that. Think about the feedback you've felt." I shuddered and Emily nodded sagely, "and that's just reality punishing you for having one person question your ability to reshape reality. Imagine what it would be like if you suddenly had a thousand people questioning reality, a million, a billion. The simplest spell would become instantly lethal to any mage."

I whistled as I considered the ramifications of an educated world, questioning magic every time they were faced with something new. They'd question mundane events as well as magical, and all would be thrown into chaos.

Emily added, "It goes beyond that. Back in the early nineteen eighties there was a mage who thought he could get away with flaunting his power. Specifically he decided he would take a bunch of his close personal friends on a beach vacation... in Antarctica. He used his magic to create an almost tropical paradise on a beach a mile away from a glacier and ice cold ocean waters. Of course, it blew everyone's mind who was invited to his little party. Luckily it was a rather small gathering, about a hundred people or so. Also luckily for us apparently most of them were coked out of their mind."

I chuckled, "Oh the eighties," but Emily shot me a glare, "Sorry continue."

"Anyways," Emily said, "Apparently there was enough doubt in the ability for something like that to happen that it stayed with everyone who was at the party. The mage died of a massive uncontrollable backlash surge that literally ripped his spine from his body... through his chest."

I flinched at the gruesome thought, and emily finished the story, "But the problem was that even with the backlash, the thought was still out there in people's heads. How had there been a tropical paradise in the midst of a frozen glacial beach? How could they get sunburned in bikinis while drinking mai tais only a few hundred feet away from a raging blizzard? It nagged at them even when they weren't thinking about it. So their questioning of reality actually reshaped our world. Boom, a year later, scientists suddenly 'discover' a hole in the ozone layer. Wanna guess where it was centered?"

My jaw was literally hanging open, "No way, the hole in the ozone layer was because a mage decided to throw a beach party?"

Emily shook her head, "Sorta. It wasn't the party itself, it wasn't his magic keeping the area warm, it was the hundred people who questioned reality. If he'd gone there by himself, or even with someone who understood his powers, the backlash would have been no worse than.... oh I don't know, maybe a few days of migraines. But when those hundred people thought about it, told friends, and... ugh... showed pictures of the party to others. Well there was suddenly a massive explosion in reality that had to be explained. Reality reshaped itself in a way that could give people enough of an explanation for what had happened."

I was stunned, absolutely stunned. I'd been a teenager when that whole ozone hole thing was everywhere in the news. It was amazing to think it was the fault of one careless mage. Emily added, "But you don't hear about it much anymore do you? Because after twenty five years reality has managed to reshape everyone's perceptions. We stopped using some chemicals, started recycling, saved a few penguins, and bam, no one thinks about it anymore. So reality reshapes itself and everyone goes along with it like nothing happened, just because one mage thought he could flaunt his powers."

I reached up and rubbed my head, "So the silence, they stop mages from doing that kind of thing?"

Emily nodded, "and a mind reading telepath winning the poker world series is exactly the kind of thing that they would consider a serious threat to our community, and our reality."

I picked up my glass and held it out, "I think I need another drink." Emily smiled grimly and took my glass. I added, "Actually make it a double."

- - -

Emily roused me early the next morning. I'd gone to bed alone for the first time in a week. It was odd how quickly I had gotten used to fucking a hot woman, then passing out. Or waking up to morning sex. Or actually middle of the night blowjobs... well, you get the picture. I had high hopes when Emily entered my suite first thing in the 'morning' bright and early at the crack of ten am. But she was all business, "Come on Mike, get up and dressed. We've got to go sign documents for DiMarco before he will release the funds. Then I've got a money manager to set you up with before I pay you."

I grumbled, and took my morning wood into the shower, alone. After I was dressed Emily and I took one of her casino's town cars to a rather non descript office building in downtown Vegas. There she introduced me to a very nice man whose appearance screamed 'boring accountant' in every possible way. He talked me through various things like 'low yield high return' investments, risk to benefit ratios, and break even formulas. It was all way over my scope and experience, but I got the basic idea; this guy would take care of my money for me.

In all honesty, I probably would have followed the conversation a lot more closely if I hadn't made the realization that this guy had basically the same job that Erin's father, Francis Solaris, used to have. My thoughts during the meeting revolved around the man I'd commanded to commit suicide, and wondering how Erin was doing in the wake of those events.

The meeting ended with Emily Whitefeld shaking the accountant's hand, and agreeing to a transfer of four and a quarter million dollars into a new account they'd created for me. I signed more documents than I could even count, and then the man handed me his business card. He assured me that they would have all the particulars straightened out in a day or two at the most. Then he went into his desk and pulled out a sheet of paper with a rather generic looking credit card on it. There was no name imprinted on it, but he assured me that until the new card came in the mail, this would work for the next fourteen days.

I placed the card in my wallet, wondering if a year ago I'd ever have believed I'd have a card with access to literally millions of dollars riding on my hip.

After that it was off to DiMarco's casino to claim my winnings and sign them over to Mz. Whitefeld. DiMarco didn't make an appearance, and his people made us sign every form they could throw at us. It took some time, and I was glad that Emily had explained how the casino kept thirty three percent of any winnings for taxes, or I may have made a scene when I saw the payouts.

The sun was already starting to dip when we were finally done and ready to leave. But Emily was elated. "I don't feel like going back to the casino just yet Mike. Why don't you take me out for dinner and drinks?"

I smiled and wondered if she was playing some sort of angle. I'd already agreed not to any major gambling ventures. "Sure," I agreed, letting her pick the place. We chatted and talked for hours as we ate, and then sat around in a comfortable bar. I learned quite a bit about Emily even though she was trying to be private with her most personal information. Likewise she learned a lot about my old life, from before I'd become a mage.

Finally, she got down to what I felt she'd been building towards all evening, "Mike, you may want to consider not going back to Ruby's Hideaway."

I shook my head. I didn't have much in my new life in terms of possessions. I could walk away from those few things I owned, especially now that I was literally a millionaire. But I'd made a promise to Ruby, the succubus who ran the brothel, to try to free her from her captivity to that place. Also, Cheyenne was still there, and waiting for me to come back. I knew the half native american beauty was in love with me, and while I didn't quite feel the same, I couldn't just abandon her with no word. "I can't do that Emily, why would you even say that?"

She sighed and looked me in the eyes, "I've been in contact with Adam." The look on her face said it was bad news. My mentor, the man who'd introduced me to magic, the man who'd taught me my mental magic, hadn't tried to contact me once in the week that I'd been in Las Vegas. I'd suspected that it was a bad sign, but I had a sinking feeling that Emily was about to confirm it. "Apparently he gave you leave to go to Vegas for the weekend, and is taking great umbrage at the fact that you disappeared for more than a week. Further, he was making some claim about you using the brothel's credit card without his permission." She held up a hand to forestall my protest and said, "Yes, I made sure all the charges were reversed and paid for them when you and I made our deal. But he knows that you did it in the first place. He's really... what do the kids say now a days... old school? He sees the kind of things you've done as a direct betrayal of his authority as your master."

I narrowed my eyes, "I never agreed that he was my master. He said he would teach me to be a..." I looked around to make sure no one else was within ear shot of the conversation. There were plenty of people around, but everyone was wrapped up in their own little worlds. Still, I lowered my voice as I said, "... teach me to be a wizard. But I never agreed to some old european notion of master / slave just to learn my craft."

Emily raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you? I've known Adam for the better part of a century and he's never agreed to simply teach someone. He usually uses the term 'apprentice' for the people he takes under his wing."

I fell quiet. I remembered that night of the family reunion where Adam had introduced himself to me. When we'd talked about my potential as a mage, he had used that exact word, apprentice, to describe teaching me. Still, I argued, "But apprentice isn't a slave, I mean, he can't really be mad because I've gone and spent a week away. He never said anything about being stuck at the brothel."

Emily shook her head, "He wouldn't, he'd expect you to know that, to understand the rules of apprenticeship as they existed hundreds of years ago, when he was a child. You have to understand, Mike, it's tougher for some people than others. Since we mages have an unnaturally long life, and one that can be extended quite a bit more by a visit to a body crafting mage every few decades, we sometimes feel 'out of place' in whatever the present time is. Some of us," she gestured at herself, "are able to cope pretty well. I don't let my memories of my youth color the present. That's the trap of our extended lives, the ennui of endless stagnation as the world moves on around you. I think Adam has fallen into that trap, thinking that as long as he keeps accumulating wealth, prestige, power, and training the next generation of mage, that he's somehow moving forwards. But he's not Mike, he travels between his brothel here in Nevada, his ancestral home back in Italy, and then the various spots around the world to check in on his distant relations to see if they've potential to become mages. But that's it. That's no way to spend the years or decades."

She sighed and raised her glass as the waitress passed, signalling that she wanted another, and I took the opportunity to jump in. "I know that I've learned a lot from him, but I feel like there's so much more he could teach me. But on the other hand, I feel like I've learned a lot from being out from under his thumb too. Experimenting on my own has been very dangerous, but it's also taught me a lot. Likewise I've learned from you, from Elder Creaklimb, even from that healer, Hector."

Emily cocked an eyebrow at me quizzically, "How's that Mike?"

I could tell that she was already getting the sense that I might be more powerful than I was letting on. I'd gotten the hint that a mage who could cast across disciplines was a rare thing, an archmage they called it, and anyone who was branded as one would quickly attract unwanted attention. So I had to play this one cool. "Well, like I didn't know anything about the silence till you and Hector told me about them. Elder Creaklimb taught me about the nature of our worlds and the alternate worlds that touch ours. Hector taught me, along with my own mistakes, a lot about reality backlash from a very real and painful point of view. Those are lessons I'd never have learned hiding away at the brothel under Adam's tutelage."

Emily smiled and I could tell she liked my answer. I was afraid of her reaction if I'd told her that I was in fact an 'archmage'. My ability to cast her type of 'luck magic' as well as my own telepathy and mental domination proved it to me. What was more, I had a burning desire to see more disciplines of magic at work. I wanted to know how Hector healed, how Renia body sculpted, heck I wanted to know how I controlled the water in that shower the one time. I still hadn't been able to replicate that. But ultimately it came back to what I had to risk versus what I could gain. Adam had taken me out of my old life, and I suppose I did owe him for that. In a way I'd always owe him for that. But what was more, I felt like there was more that he could teach me. Ultimately though, I had always believed you owned up to your choices in life, took responsibility, and if Adam was mad at me, I should face that, not run away.




Old World Magic Ch. 17



I shook my head and smiled at Emily, "No, I think I should head back to Ruby's Hideaway." I added a fake exaggerated sigh, "I've gotten used to my nightly workouts before sleep, and I don't have anyone in the other half of my suite anymore."

Emily picked up the drink as the waitress set down a new round in front of us, we'd already had quite a few. She smiled and twirled the stir stick in her drink. She looked down at her drink and muttered, "You know Mike, you don't always have to go for professionals. I'm sure you could pick up a normal girl, say in a bar, fairly easily. It is Vegas after all."

I looked around the bar and didn't see any women jumping out at me, "Yeah, I suppose, but it's late already and I haven't been chatting anyone up yet. And the idea of using my powers on someone just to seduce them...What?" I trailed off in the middle of my sentence when I saw the look Emily was giving me.

Her eyes were wide and she looked at me in disbelief. She pointed both hands at herself and said, far too loudly, "Hello?"

I laughed and then leaned forwards and said, "You're not exactly a 'normal girl' are you?" I wiggled my fingers in the classic 'magic' motion to denote her status as a mage.

She leaned back and waved the gesture off, "Pffffft, I'm as normal as anyone else who can reshape reality and has been alive for over two centuries." Then she gasped and slapped her hand over her mouth, realizing she's just given away a hint as to her age.

I laughed and pointed at her, "Cradle robber!" then I leaned forwards and whispered, "I had no idea you were so... experienced."

She glared, "Smooth way to say old. But if you want to talk experienced... what kinds of things do you think you'd be able to do with two and a half centuries of practice?" Her eyebrows went up and down in a suggestive manner.

I raised my arm and looked for our waitress and said loud enough to be heard across the bar, "Check please, quickly?"

- - -

My head banged against the wall as Emily slammed me back as our mouths were locked in a death struggle. Her hands were all over me and I managed to kick the door to my suite shut with one foot as she began pulling at my clothing. Our hands were all over each other, feeling each other up and down as we pulled and tugged at clothing, eager to get it off.

I pushed Emily back away from me and towards the bed in the suite. She tossed her purse up onto the bed ahead of her and then fell backwards as I landed atop her, covering her neck in kisses as my fingers nimbly undid her buttons. I was so worked up and excited that I fumbled and tugged at the silk of her blouse. I'd never expected a high roller like Emily would be interested in a romp, but I wasn't going to pass it up.

She hissed slightly, "Careful Mike this is a Brunello Cucinelli." I raised one eyebrow, my fingers paused on their effort to strip the top from her body. I obviously didn't know the name of the designer. "Fuck it," she said as she ripped the blouse open, buttons popping off as she brought her mouth back up to mine. I barely had a moment to appreciate the lace bra that held her full breasts beneath the now ruined blouse as I focused on continuing to tug at her clothing.

I pulled up and took a breath and said, "I know you've kept me out, but if you relax your mental defenses, I promise this will be a lot better for you." I grinned knowingly. There were a lot of little things that a lover could do to non verbally tell her partner what she wanted during sex. A soft moan, a shift in position, a gasp of air, all of these things a good lover could read and react too. But a telepathic mage like me? We could read the millions of thoughts that our lover had, thoughts they didn't even know they were thinking, and be exactly the type of partner that they wanted right then.

Emily bit her lip and nodded. I closed my eyes and let my magical telepathy reach out and touch her. I was very careful to only let the most primal animalistic parts of my mind connect to the corresponding parts of her mind. I didn't want her secrets, I didn't need to know about her past, I just wanted to fuck her.

I opened my eyes and smiled predatorily down at her. Her skirt was unbuttoned but still rode on her hips, and the ruined blouse sat about her shoulders. She'd managed to unbutton my shirt, the tie and suit jacket had been lost on their way to the bed already. I reached down and caressed her shoulders, then in one violent and swift motion, I pulled the remains of her silk blouse down around her shoulders and down to her elbows. It trapped her arms at her side as she lay atop the ruined blouse and her arms were still stuck in the sleeves.

She gasped and I chuckled and then reached up for the front closing clasp on her silk bra. Her breasts were full yet pert, C cups with small pink nipples that were hard and aroused. Immediately I sensed from her mind what she liked and I lowered my lips to meet those tight pink buds. She gasped and arched her back upwards as I drew the small pink nipple into my mouth and began sucking. With her arms still trapped below me, I knew she was at my mercy, and I laid wet kisses across her breasts as I moved from one nipple to the other. I could feel her body bucking upwards into mine as she gasped and moaned from the attention I was paying her tits. I sensed this was one of her sweet spots, and while I wasn't much of a breast man myself, I loved the effect it was having on her.

Whether it was my mage sense or just my sense of smell, I could tell she was becoming highly aroused, and her need, her desire, filled the room. After a few minutes of worshiping her breasts and nipples she whined out, "Please, no more torture, I need more Mike!"

I smiled and pushed myself up off her and began pulling at my clothing. She shrugged out of the ruined silk blouse, she began to push her skirt down as well. I stepped back off the bed and threw off my suit trousers and stripped down to nothing quickly. My hard cock bobbed in front of me, throbbing and pointing straight out from my body at full hardness.

Emily shimmied out of her skirt and then grinned at the look of hungry lust I gave her. She was wearing a garter belt. I know she wasn't a mind reader, but garters and stocking turned me on so much. With a black silken thong that matched the bra she'd shed, she was otherwise naked.

She crabbed backwards onto the bed, centering herself on it more and she cocked her head at me and smiled, "Like what you see Mike?"

I smiled and crawled onto the bed, slowly crawling up her legs, intent on tasting her, intent on pulling that thong away from her body. "Let me show you how much I like it," I said. Then I went down to my chest, and hooked my arms under her knees. Pulling her knees upwards and apart, I let my head dip down to her silk covered sex. I kissed the black silk panties, feeling the heat and moisture of her sex through the scant material. She shuddered and then I moved the g-string to the side, exposing her to me.

She'd trimmed, removing the hair from her bikini area. Her labia were smooth and hairless, but I saw a narrow triangle of hair resting on her mons when I pulled the panties aside. It was funny how I'd gotten so used to women who were fully shaved or had only the least bits of pubic hair. I don't mean to suggest that she wasn't immaculate in her grooming. The furry patch was closely cropped to her body, and was baby soft and hairless all around it. I had no doubt she'd prepared for this night.

I let my lips meet her pussy in an intimate kiss, and I tasted her musky scent. Putting her legs over my shoulders I let my hands roam up her sides as I ticked and kissed at her slit, licking the delicious juices she was producing. I took my time with it, despite the urgent throbbing coming from my aching cock, trapped between my body and the bed.

I know not how long I supped at Emily's sex, but I made sure to use the full extent of my skills. I brought her to the edge, then held off, letting her cool back down, only to drive her back to the peak again. Over and over I made her frustratingly close to her orgasm. Until finally her fingers clawing at the bed, she screamed, "Why are you teasing me like this? I can't take it anymore!"

I focused then, my tongue, lips, fingers, drove her to her peak. Her body twisted and tensed, and while she didn't 'squirt' my mouth did flood with the delicious honey she produced as I licked her throughout.

Finally as her orgasm faded, she pulled away from me and moved back on the bed. She shimmied out of the thong, now wet from my saliva and her juices. I was pleased to see she'd been wearing her garter correctly, with the garter and stockings going on before the underwear. She rolled to the edge of the bed and reached down to her purse. Then rolling back up she held something and smiled, "Time to fuck me Mike, and if it's half as good as that was..."

I cocked my head for a moment, honestly not recognizing what she was holding out for a few seconds, then I said, "Oh no Emily, I don't wear condoms."

She frowned, "I insist Mike."

I sat up, my cock throbbing and pleading to be sheathed in the wet warm hole my mouth had just been pleasuring. "Doesn't your mage sense work the same as mine? You can tell that I'm disease free, can't you?"

She threw the condom at my chest and said, "Yes, of course, but I haven't needed birth control like... in ages. Non mages can't get me pregnant, so I've never bothered to get on the pill."

I looked down at the foil square and considered, "I don't know, it's been years, no decades, since I've worn one of these things..."

Emily cut me off, "Yeah, well it's been decades, almost a century since I've been pregnant, and I'm not looking to repeat that right now. So my experience trumps yours. It's up to you Mike, if you want to just stop now...."

I sighed and tore open the foil package and flipped the rolled latex around once or twice till I had it oriented correctly. Then I slid it onto the head of my throbbing dick and rolled it down. I was disappointed, but I was consoling myself with the fact that this was better than nothing.

Emily rolled over onto her hands and knees and shook her pretty little backside at me. The look of her tight ass in the garters and stockings almost made up for the inconvenience of the latex barrier. So I moved behind her and lined the head of my dick up to her wet passage.

It took several thrusts before I was able to work my thick, latex clad, length into her tight wet passage. Emily groaned and moaned in pleasure, and I could sense that she would be reaching a second peak before too long. But I was admittedly less than satisfied. There was no comparison to the feeling of sinking my cock into a woman as there was with this latex sheath wrapped about my cock.

I felt mana trickling into my system as Emily knelt on the bed, receiving my thrusts, but I knew that it was a wan and weak amount compared to what I normally received. This just wasn't working for me. But I gripped her hips and fucked her doggy style with long deep thrusts.

It wasn't long before she was crying out again, her pussy clenching around my condom covered shaft as she came. I buried myself deep in her, as I sensed she'd like, and held her ass tight against my abs while she bit the comforter and cried out.

Only after her orgasm was fading and she was gasping for air did I pull out. She flopped down to her side on the bed and then looked at me, "You didn't... you didn't cum?"

I shook my head, "Don't worry about it Emily." I said with a smile.

"Why not?" she asked gasping, "I can't believe that, I almost never cum twice. Why didn't you keep going if you didn't get off?"

I gestured down at my cock and the latex covering my throbbing erection, but said nothing.

She frowned slightly, "Would you like me to suck you off?" She asked with a quirked eyebrow.

Suddenly I knew how I could get what I needed, "I'll tell you what Emily," I said with a smile, "I'll make you a bet." Her eyes went wide and I could tell she was intrigued. That was her flaw, she had a hard time resisting a bet. "Flip a coin, or your lucky chip. If I win, I take this silly thing off, I show you that I can get you there a third time, and in the morning I'll even take you to the pharmacy for a morning after pill. If I lose, well... your call really, but I won't bring up unprotected sex again."

She practically jumped to grab her lucky chip and I added quickly, "But you can't use magic to influence the flip!"

She paused, kneeling on the bed, then nodded. Showing me the side with the scorch marks on it, "Heads," then flipping it to the blank side said, "Tails." Then she cocked it on her thumb and said, "Call it in the air," and flipped it upwards.

"Heads," I said as I began to channel all of my focus into the spell that I'd seen Emily use a hundred times. I visualized it landing the way I wanted, and let mana turn my thoughts, my mental perceptions, into reality. I watched as it came down and landed on the bed 'heads' side up.

I looked up at Emily's face, triumphant. But instead saw a look of shock and horror on her face. She scrambled back off the bed and took several steps away from it. The look of shock contrasted with the garter and stockings, and well fucked look her whole body had, but she just pointed at me accusingly and said, "Mike, you... you can't do that... you can't cast luck magic...You're not a normal mage... You're an archmage!"



To be continued



Old World Magic Ch. 18



"Please Mike! Please!" Cheyenne was crying and holding my arm, as if that would somehow make me stay. "You can't leave, we need you here... I... I need you here."

I shook my head, I knew that Cheyenne was in love with me, and I felt horrible that I was leaving the brothel known as Ruby's Hideaway. But there was no choice in the matter, not after the events of the last week.

Last week I'd won a poker tournament worth several million dollars using my magical telepathy as well as a bit of chaos magic. My sponsor for the tournament, a luck mage by the name of Emily Whitefeld, had unknowingly showed me how to use the chaos magic to affect random chance. But the problem was that I shouldn't have been able to cast luck magic the way she did.

I'd learned that mages were fairly rare from my mentor, Adam Saks. He said there wasn't a clear count on the number of active mages alive today. But it was generally accepted that there was usually one every quarter of a million people who were awakened to their magical abilities and had any clue how to use them. But most mages were locked into one discipline, or style of magic. There were telepaths like Adam, luck mages like Emily, body shapers like Renia, or healers like Hector. But the very rare mage who could somehow cross disciplines was called an Archmage, and were feared in the mage community.

When I showed Emily that I could cast her luck magic in addition to my telepathy, I showed that I was one of these extremely rare mages who could cross disciplines. After Emily had gotten over her fear and shock of that fact, she'd explained more to me about why archmages were both respected and reviled in the mage community worldwide.

Maybe one in a thousand mages developed into an arch mage, but there was no way of knowing the exact numbers. In general mages tended to be very quiet and secretive, after the way humanity had responded to witches and wizards throughout the past, from the Spanish inquisition, to the salem witch trials, mages had learned to live in the shadows for the most part. So it was possible that the number of archmages on the planet might have been higher than a few dozen, but it wouldn't have been by much.

Emily had promised she'd keep secret my nature, but only on the condition that I leave her casino, and preferably leave Nevada all together. As far as she was concerned, the further away from an arch mage she was, the better she'd be. I agreed on the condition that she at least explained why she was so terrified of arch mages.

A long time ago, when the world was younger and magic was far more common. In a time when fantastic creatures ruled the land alongside man. An age where the horrors of the night actually stomped moonlit trails and haunted dark caves, not just lived in our stories and nightmares. In this day, our world was closer to the ancient world, the old world, the source of all magic and wonder. In that day most men knew the power of magic or prayer to gods. But among the most powerful of men were the arch mages, those who could reshape reality at their whim, and who could copy and control whatever magic they desired.

But they, those ancient arch mages, those godlike men and women, they could never be satisfied. They vied for power, for new spells, for any advantage over their peers. They pushed the boundaries of reality, trying to reshape existence and create a stable spell that no one else knew about, for any advantage they had, might be the tipping point in their unending struggles with each other.

Legend says, or so Emily told me, that it was a collective of archmages that tried to seal off the source of mana from all others. That they thought they would be the only ones to ever be able to cast magic ever again once they separated their world from the world of magic. But something went wrong. Countless mages died in the backlash, and from then on, most mages could only cast a certain type of spell, and they had to work together to achieve what they used to be able to do alone. As the world drifted further and further from magic, so too did the fantastic creatures and the nightmare beasts vanish from the world. Mages became more and more rare, relegated to history and myth.

The rare arch mage that did exist now a days either lived a quiet life, troubling as few as possible, went to work for the Silence and was constantly watched for abuse, or was hunted as an outlaw and a serious threat to the world of the mage.

Personally of those three choices, the first one seemed the only one palatable to me. So I planned on taking her advice and leaving Nevada all together. I had no desire to stay at the brothel owned by my mentor, Adam Saks, as he was very angry with me over my decision to stay in Vegas for a week without his approval. 

So I was leaving. I had decided that I had money and I was simply going to go. I had no plan in mind other than the thought that I'd never been to the west coast, and thought that a long leisurely road trip up route 1 to see Big Sur might be something I should do. But I had two problems facing me. 

The first was Adam thought that I did not have his permission to leave, and the second was the two women who were concerned about me just up and vanishing. Well, in fairness, one woman and one succubus. Ruby, a demoness of sex and lust, had made an agreement with me to teach me in exchange for my promise that I'd help free her from the servitude she was bound too here at this brothel. The other woman now moved to stand before me, pain, anger, and hurt on her face as she restated her comment.

"You just can't leave Mike!" Cheyenne said, placing her fists on her hips. Even in a set of sweatpants and an old T shirt that was far too big for her, she looked so sexy. Her mixed ethnicity, part Cheyenne indian and part 'white' gave her an exotic blended look that was so desirable. I felt a twitch of desire towards her, but my mentor, Adam, had requested my presence in his workshop, and it wouldn't do to keep him waiting.

"Look," I said putting my hand on her shoulder, "Cheyenne, I promise, we'll talk about this later, ok?" I didn't know what to think. I liked the young exotic prostitute, and I knew that she had honest and strong feelings about me. But I'd been married in my old life, before I became a mage, and I had no desire to settle down with one woman again. In fact, since my magical power my mana was restored by sex, I didn't even know if I could remain monogamous anymore. I seemed to be much more lusty and horny than I was before Renia reshaped my body to look like a young man. I certainly had the sex drive that I'd had as a teen and young man, not the thirty nine year old that I actually was.

She turned and stomped off down the hallway towards the bedroom in the large house behind the brothel that we shared. I shrugged and began moving towards the stairs. Adam's magical workshop and offices were in a large well appointed basement under the house, and I knew he was waiting for me down there. I was on my way when Cheyenne stopped me.

However I was stopped a second time as I got to the first floor. This time the woman blocking my path was a pale skinned, skinny, raven haired beauty whose red lips matched the moniker she'd chosen. "What do you want Ruby?" I asked her as she stood blocking my path.

"You have to be careful Mike," she warned, her eyes normally a blend of gray and brown changed color as she spoke to me. They stained crimson as I watched and began to glow red, a sure sign that she was feeling especially passionate, and her demonic nature was bleeding through her disguise. Ruby was a succubus, a demon from another plane created and made up of lust, magic, and demonic energy. She was trapped here on earth, and she used her magic to create a human guise.

"Careful of what?" I asked the succubus cautiously. I always felt like Ruby had her own motives, and wasn't ever sure that I could fully trust her. "Be careful of Adam? Yes, I know, he's upset with me."

She shook her raven locks as her eyes faded back to their disguised color, brown and hazel. "No, well, yes of Adam as well. But I was talking about Cheyenne." She leaned in conspiratorially and spoke quietly to me. Her breasts pressed against me through the simple black t shirt she was wearing and she said, "You're a powerful man now Mike. Much more powerful than you were when you first arrived here. I don't just mean the magical skill you've gained either, but the money too. Cheyenne is a whore..."

I glared at her. I didn't like the way she was speaking of Cheyenne, and I certainly didn't appreciate it since she'd been posing as a brothel madam for decades and whoring herself out as well. But Ruby rolled her eyes and spat, "Grow up Mike. Of course I have nothing against whoring, but Cheyenne is one. Whatever reason she had to come here to the brothel are her own. But don't doubt that she's a woman who choose to sell her body for money. The lure of a handsome young man with as much money as you have, it's tempting. Of course she wants you to stay. She'd leave with you if you asked her, but you need to decide if you want someone like her going with you."

I folded my arms across my chest. The polo shirt I was wearing pulled across my pectoral muscles, outlining my athletic frame. I'd been working hard everyday to make time to hit the gym. I'd been giving this young and athletic body and I was working to keep it in shape. Clenching my jaw I asked, "Why wouldn't I?" Even though I already had my own doubts about Cheyenne, I needed to hear it from another person.

"Mike, with your gift, and what I've taught you, you could walk into a nightclub and pick up almost any woman you wanted. Why saddle yourself with a single mortal?" Her image shifted and her skin rippled as if it was fluid. Before my very eyes in the blink of an eye her features shifted and changed and suddenly Ruby's form exactly matched Cheyenne's. She looked like the exotic native american beauty in every last detail. But it was still Ruby's voice when she spoke, "and don't forget. You promised to free me from this place. Free me from my servitude here and I'll show you how appreciative I can be."

She smiled and returned to the form I was more used to seeing her in, the pale skinned dark haired beauty. Leaving me slightly taken aback for a moment. I switched gears, knowing that every minute I delayed would only anger Adam more. But I needed to ask her about this, "About that, I spoke with an elder on another plane. I've talked with multiple mages other than myself. But Adam is the only one who seems to know anything about demon summoning and binding, and he wasn't the one who bound you here. Other than that I haven't learned a thing more. How am I supposed to free you when I don't know the first thing about summoning?"

Ruby shrugged and moved out of my way. "I'm sure Adam's private computer has information on other warlocks. Maybe you could ask them?" I opened my mouth to protest, but she put a finger on my lips as she slowly walked around me, "I know he wouldn't easily share his personal files with you. But you're an imaginative type, im sure you can figure something out."

She walked away then, her hips swaying as she did. Leaving me to ponder the carnal delights of being owed a favor by such a sexual creature. In truth though, I knew there was no way that Adam would allow me to look at his records on his computer, nor would he help me free Ruby. Ruby ran the brothel that he owned, and had for decades. She was a part of the reason that the brothel, aptly named Ruby's Hideaway, had been so successful and such a money maker for Adam over the last few decades. But did the demoness have a point? Could I figure out a way to get into Adam's computer, look at his files, without his permission?

I pondered and turned to the door that led down to the basement of the house, where Adam's office and magical workshop were. The week that I'd been back, it was obvious how strained our relationship had gotten. Adam looked at me the way a lion tamer might look at a caged beast. He acted smug and superior to me, but I saw apprehension behind his eyes, as if he wasn't sure what my next move was going to be, or how dangerous it could end up being for him. I wasn't certain if he knew that I was an Archmage, but he'd surprised me with the depth and breadth of his knowledge in the past, so I wasn't going to put it past him.

I knew that he was far more skilled at mental magic than I was. I'd been at this for weeks, he had for literally decades, so of course he was more powerful than I was. But, if push came to shove, I had one or two tricks up my sleeve that I hoped he didn't know about. Tricks like the glamour that Ruby had taught me. When she'd taught me, I thought that it was just another form of mind magic, the type of magic that eromancers like Adam and myself practiced. But after some use of it, I had come to realize that it was a different type of magic entirely. Ruby's glamour was less about mental telepathy and manipulation and more about a force of personality. A raw unfettered blast of pure charisma, a slap in the face of pure willpower driven by ego. It was much more brute force than any of the mind magic that Adam had taught me.

I'd also taught myself some new spells that Adam wasn't aware of. One of which I developed and let me win the poker tournament by quickly 'skimming' people's active thoughts for specific visual memories or images. I never would have been able to read the minds of so many people at once, but just 'skimming' to see their cards worked wonders. Another spell I'd been developing since I got back from Vegas, he also didn't know about. I'd been working on it in secret, and very carefully, as I didn't want to risk any backlash from a new and untested spell. But I'd been happy with the results so far, and was pretty sure the new spell was ready.

I hadn't come up with a name for the spell, but it let me 'compartmentalize' my mind. It started during the tournament when I noticed that I could sort of put my brain on autopilot while i was working my magic. I could fold hands without thinking, push in blinds, nothing too strenuous or anything that required much mental fortitude or concentration. But after the tournament, it occurred to me that being able to split my attention, split my focus in two ways would be quite useful. With some practice, I found that I could let my intellect continue to run my body while my willpower focused on mental tasks like casting spells or reading people's minds. I'd had good luck with it when I'd tested it against the prostitutes that lived and worked at the brothel with me, with the only downside being how quickly splitting my focus in that way tired me out. Splitting my focus drained my mana reserves quickly, and seemed to make any magic I weaved cost even more power. Further, anyone I spoke with said that I seemed 'distant' or 'cold' and I suppose that made sense. With my intellect only running my body, my emotions, the force of will that drove my magic and shaped mana into spells was detached. So there was no emotional responses and no 'humanity' as it were to my reactions. They were calculated and measured, but it worked, and that was what was important.

Most importantly however, I had tried it on Adam the other day and he hadn't noticed the difference. When he'd used his telepathy to read my mind, he'd been able to read the cold intellect, and found nothing of the emotional side of me that had been split off. Strangely enough he complimented me then on being able to 'school' my thoughts so meticulously, and took it as a sign of my advancement in the arts.

The only downside is that when I was split, i didn't always make the best decisions. I'd let slip to Cheyenne that I was planning on leaving Ruby's hideaway early in the morning while I was experimenting with the spell. I didn't consider the emotional aspect of how she would take the news, and she was upset. She'd fallen in love with me, a feeling that honestly wasn't reciprocated. I enjoyed her company, and she was nice, and outstanding to fuck. But love? No, I didn't love her. I would say that I was very fond of her, but that was about it. However her feelings were very strong and true, and she panicked when my split mind mentioned my plan to leave. She foolishly went to Adam, and begged him to make me stay somehow. Now he, my mentor, had summoned me. 

I knew he would do whatever it took to get me to stay. He'd been adamant that I was not ready to go out in the world, and that my extended week vacation in Vegas was a mistake. He was begrudgingly letting me keep my winnings, but I had no doubt that with the power of his magical telepathy, he could have forced me to give the winnings over to him if he wanted. Which was just another reason for me to leave. He might not want my money today, but tomorrow he might change his mind.

So, with a deep sigh, and making sure no one was in sight, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I went to my mental home inside my head and envisioned all of my defenses. Pulling up shielding and being ready for any sort of mental assault, I envisioned a mirror. So a full length mirror appeared in front of me. I reached out and touched my reflection, then let the hand slide into the glass, my hand grasping the hand of my reflection as the silvery substance of the mirror rippled like waves on a pond when a pebble is tossed in. Using a surge of mana, I pulled, pulling my reflection out towards me.

My reflection self nodded at me, it was the very image of my intellect brought to life inside my head. I gave myself one word of advice, "lets make this quick, we may need our mana and we know we can't hold this spell forever."

"I understand," my reflection answered me, then vanished into thin air.

I turned to the TV screens I had put up on the walls of my mental home and turned them on, seeing through my eyes as my intellect drove my body. Pushing the door open to the basement my body strode down the stairs to meet Adam without a hint of the fear or worry that I now felt as the emotional half of my being.

"You wanted to see me?" My voice sounded hollow in my own ears as I spoke to Adam inside his office. 

He nodded and looked up at me from his hardwood desk. The underground office was perfectly climate controlled, but felt warm with all of the dark hard wood he had installed; shelves, chairs, walls, desk, and even the workstation built into the wall that housed his computer. Leather and fur decorated the furniture, and the slightest scent of sex wafted about the room. I was well aware that Adam often called his working girls down for a mana recharge, bending them over his desk, taking them on his couch, or fucking them right on the fur rugs on the floor. "Cheyenne told me you're thinking about leaving Mike. You're not ready, I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

I grimaced as I heard my intellect speak without considering the emotional implications, "I do what I want Adam. If I want to leave then I shall, I'm not your slave."

Adam pounded one fist on the desk and stood up yelling at me and pointing a finger, "You think not? You dare disobey me? You were nothing two months ago. You were an out of work high school teacher with a failing body and a failing marriage. I gave you everything, I gave you a new body, a new life, and I've taught you to begin to tap into your magical potential."

I could tell he was annoyed that I didn't react, my intellect that was driving my body and speaking couldn't react emotionally. So when it did respond, cooly and nonplussed, it further enraged Adam. "While that's true Adam, I never agreed to follow you blindly or unquestioningly. I learned as much making mistakes on my own or learning from others in one week as I did from any week with you. I see no reason to stay here under your thumb." My voice said cooly.




Old World Magic Ch. 18



"No reason?!" He yelled and then his eyes narrowed as he began to pull his own mental magic into play. It was an odd sensation, I knew that he was dominating my mind, that his own will was smashing through my defenses, breaking down any magical barriers to that type of magic, but yet, I felt that in a way I was safe. My intellect half staggered under the awesome power of a several hundred year old mentalist as Adam brought his magic into crushing power. 

Now was my chance. I'd expected this to happen, and I turned off the TV, turned off the feed to the outside. I couldn't pay attention to what Adam and I were doing right now, I'd only get one chance at this. I began casting my own spells of domination, targeted at Adam. He was so focused on attack, and dominating me, that he'd never even suspect a psychic attack to come in at him. More so, I wasn't going to simply slam his defenses down with brute force. He was too powerful and too strong for that. But because he wasn't expecting an attack, I sent out a tiny probe of magic, and slid in between the chinks in his mental armor.

His mind was rage and betrayal as he punished me, I knew not how. I couldn't focus on that however or I'd risk getting drawn into whatever was happening between my intellect and him. Instead, like a fish flitting through a vast ocean, I slid through his mind, flitting quickly through the dark waters. Finally I found what I was looking for. A memory, a simple memory. I opened it and smiled at the secret I found within. A single simple thing, but one that would mean so much to me.

I knew I should leave, I should exit this dark and dangerous place before I was discovered. I had no idea how long I'd been in here, nor what types of wrath my intellect was accuring. But I couldn't help but leave one little gift for him. A tiny bow wrapped around a box containing a suggestion. I left it with the memory I'd viewed, knowing the next time he recalled that memory, his subconscious would find the gift. Then with the right prodding, he'd open it and the suggestion would go live.

Then as quickly as I could I swam out. Back the way I'd come through the vast and dangerous ocean of my mentor's mind. But the gap I'd come through was gone. I was trapped inside his head, my hands beating against the black glass of his mind, that which kept in his power. I felt panic well up inside of me, I needed to get out, these spells were draining my mana, and I had no idea what would happen if part of my consciousness was stuck inside someone else's head when the spell which sent me there failed.

I flailed and beat my hands against the black surface of his mental shielding, and felt as if I could not draw breath. Of course it was all symbolic, there was no actual air here, but I was emotion, willpower, mana, force, persona, I could not reason with myself as my intellect was separated and running my body right now. I realized that the sensation of holding my breath was a symbolic representation of my body running out of mana. If it ran out and I could no longer power my spells...

I slid along the smooth shielding searching for anything, any crack, no matter how small, that I could squeeze through. Smooth, flawless, perfect... I was doomed. My vision began to close in, blackness edging my vision... It was hopeless, I was lost, I despaired. Then with the last thought, I found it, a gap in the shielding. With every bit of power I had I thrust myself into that crack and felt myself pulled back into my own head as if yanked violently by a bungee cord that had reached it's maximum point.

Then everything went black and I lost all sensation, I know not for how long.

- - -

I groaned and awoke to the soft and wet feel of two lips sliding up and down my cock. The gentle slurping noise was one designed to arouse, and the skill of the oral ministrations were obvious. I opened my eyes to see a mass of black hair atop a dark caramel skinned body. Cheyenne was in my bedroom and I was laying back as she sucked my cock slowly and wetly.

"What..." I managed to ask, my voice cracking as if I hadn't used it in a while.

Cheyenne looked up at me and smiled. She continued to jerk my spittle covered cock with one hand as she explained. "Adam said he had to discipline you, and that you agreed not to leave, but that in his punishment, you passed out. He said to tell you that you shouldn't spend all your energy trying to resist him, you'll always lose." She grinned and then added, "But honestly I don't mind as long as this is how he tells me I have to wake you up. Now sit back and enjoy."

Then with that her lips again descended on my cock. I groaned in pleasure and let my head fall back onto the pillow. I took stock of my situation as the native american beauty expertly fellated me. I felt drained and dry, thin mentally. I felt like burnt toast that had been scraped free of carbon and eagerly awaited butter. I knew what it meant, I'd burned through every last ounce of my mana and then some. I don't know where the extra energy had come from to keep my spells active as long as I'd needed them. Maybe from some other world, the world of Elder Creaklimb and Brookesbend. Maybe from inside me, I'd used some power of my own soul that I wasn't aware of. But the one thing I did know was that as Cheyenne's lips slathered up and down my turgid shaft, as she worked my cock and balls with one hand, as she oh so expertly brought me closer and closer to my orgasm, I could feel the erotic primal energy seeping back into me, slowly returning the mana that I needed.

With a groan of pleasure, I released. My hot spunk firing into Cheyenne's mouth as she closed her lips around my cock head and stroked my shaft with her hand. Spurt after spurt coated the back of her throat, and she eagerly swallowed. Just as I filled her mouth with my cum, so too did I feel the erotic energy that was produced fill my body with burst after burst of magical power. 

But it would take more than one blowjob to restore my mana reserves. So once I was done, and Cheyenne stood up, wiping her hand backwards across her lips, I shook my head no at her. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet," I told her. She smiled down at me and saw how my cock still stood at attention. Then she reached up to begin unbuttoning her blouse, a pleased look upon her face.

- - - 

The next few days around the brothel were tense. Adam watched me like a hawk, and while he didn't need to repeat his discipline, he made no secret of the fact that he would not hesitate to do so if needed. I do not know what it was that he did to punish me while my focus was split, but a large part of me decided I was happier not knowing. I let my intellect keep that part of my memory locked away. Still I felt the secret, I felt the knowledge of something bad, something that could only be described as a violation, hidden away in a locked memory. The knowledge of that, but kept hidden, only spurred me on to go forwards with the plan I was putting in place, the plan to leave Ruby's Hideaway and to get out from under Adam Sak's thumb.

As the days turned into weeks, and I maintained the illusion of the perfect student, Adam's guard began to slip. Life at the brothel returned to much as it had been before my birthday trip to Las Vegas. Exercising, learning whatever magic that Adam chose to teach, copious amounts of sex, rigorous exercise, and working at the bar to the brothel. I played the role of the dutiful student, doing whatever was asked of me with no hesitation, no reason for Adam to distrust me. Things seemed to be moving forwards very slowly with Cheyenne. She spent most days sleeping in my bed now, not her own. Though we were understandably not exclusive to each other sexually. I was unwilling to do so, and she, by nature of her job as a prostitute, was unable too.

I prepared, subtly and secretly, to make my escape from my mentor who was in some aspects my captor. I bought a nice laptop and began preparing it with my plans. I was impressed that a simple mail order laptop could come with a biometric fingerprint lock, but was pleased that there was an extra layer of security. I bought a car as well, a cadillac sedan. Malik, the brothel's bouncer, laughed when he saw it, "I thought only old white men and rappers bought Cadillacs," he joked. I had no response of course. How can you tell someone that you actually are twice as old as your appearance, and are closer to forty than your twenty something face appears? 

Things were going along, smoothly, and I was avoiding causing any waves, making my plans. Things were going exactly as I planned right up until I got a phone call one day.

"Mike?" The woman's voice asked quietly over the phone.

"Yes? I responded, not recognizing the voice which was soft and barely audible. "This is Mike, who is this?"

There was a long pause before she spoke again, "This is Erin. I want to talk with you," She hesitated and added, "About my father's death."

Adam seemed hesitant to let me go. But I'd been behaving, in his eyes, for weeks. I told him most of the truth; That I wanted to go to Lake Havasu for a day, possibly two, to talk to a woman that I'd met in Vegas. I made up a story about how she'd seen me use magic, but since she was drunk at the time, hadn't really understood what she'd seen. But now, she was in AA and recalling the night in question, was beginning to question the events. I sold the story to Adam that I needed to go speak with her to dominate her and make her remember things in a better light.

Adam agreed on the condition that if I couldn't use my powers to change her mind, that I come back and report to him immediately. He had faith that he would be able to succeed if I failed.

- - -

Erin approached me as I sat, waiting in the park she'd directed me to. I waited patiently on the bench, looking at the redheaded beauty as she walked towards me, uncertainty painted across her face. She looked as pretty as I remembered, fresh faced, young, fair skinned with a spray of light freckles across her face. But there was also a difference to her, a look of weariness, a look that said she was tired. She stopped in front of me, but I gestured to the park bench next to me and said, "Good to see you again Erin. Won't you sit?"

She bit her lip, torn, and one part of me honestly expected her to take off, to run, to fly away from me. I knew not why she was so scared of me, but I had a good idea. I was directly responsible for her father's suicide, and she'd probably figured out a part of that somehow, but I wasn't sure how. But after a moment she did sit. The sunlight glinted off her light red hair and sparkled in her green eyes. I had become mostly a night owl, and wasn't used to the bright early afternoon light, so I squinted, blinded by her beauty as much as the bright sun as I took off my sunglasses and smiled at her. She smiled back and said, "It's good to see you again Mike."

"You too Erin," I admitted honestly.

"I thought maybe," she started then hesitated, looking away.

"What?" I asked wondering where this was going.

"Well, I don't know, you're going to just think I'm some stupid whore..." she said softly.

"No, Erin, no." I said forcefully. "I don't care about that kind of thing. I don't make those judgements on people. Hell, you know I live at the brothel, I live with working girls all day long. Just say what's on your mind."

"I thought... I thought that maybe there was something more between us than just a girl and her client." Erin spit out. "I know you wanted a G.F.E. for a week." She hesitated, and I thought about how the week with Erin had been a pleasant girlfriend experience. "But I don't know, Mike, I felt like there was really something there between us, there was really something there. I don't know was I wrong? Was I just a paid hooker for the week?"

I shook my head. I forced this woman's abusive father to commit suicide because I came to care for her. There was no way she was only a working girl, she was special in her own way. "No Erin, not just a working girl. But I don't know what you want from me."

She turned and looked at me again and her eyes were wet. She wasn't crying, but the tears were close, were barely held in check. "So why didn't you call me Mike? You knew that my father died, you knew I ..." She shook her head and her face grew angry. "What happened between you and my father Mike?"

My face showed no shock. I knew something like this was coming. She saw it, saw that I wasn't surprised by her accusation. Her pretty eyes narrowed even further, "I spoke with some of my father's co workers the day of his funeral. They said a man came to see him the last day he showed up for work. They described him and I didn't want to believe that it was you. But I knew it was, somehow, you went and saw my father, confronted him didn't you?

I nodded. "Why Mike? I spent years denying what he did to me, to my mother. Then I vowed I would confront him, I would make him pay. But I never had the courage. For more than two years I worked as an escort in Vegas, mentally preparing to confront him. He used to visit your brothel you know."

I nodded my head as she continued. "I was going to work at Ruby's Hideaway..." I didn't have the nerve to contradict her on that. Ruby wasn't especially enamored of Erin's work as a prostitute, felt the woman too slight and inexperienced. But that didn't matter to Erin's story, so I stayed silent as she continued. "...I was going to confront my father there, in the brothel as a prostitute. I was going to show him what his little girl had become. Show him that the little girl he called a worthless whore had become exactly what he wanted."

I stayed silent. This wasn't a conversation, this was a monologue, one she'd practiced several times in the dark of the night. One she'd thought about and imagined saying to me any times. It would have been wrong for me to interrupt her. "But you ruined that didn't you Mike?" She said her voice laced with vehemence. "You confronted my father, you scared him, or forced him or something. Because of you, he took the cowards way out and killed himself before I could get my revenge. I don't know how you found out about him, about my past, or what you said to him. But you took my revenge from me, you stole it away from me. Why would you do that?"

I smiled and took her hand in mine, "You're wrong Erin, I didn't take anything from you. My intention wasn't to steal from you, it was to save you. There was... is something between us. I couldn't let you throw that away on the piece of shit that you wanted revenge on. I've seen it before, I've seen people waste their time, waste their lives, on revenge, and it only ends up destroying them in the process."

She snorted derisively, "Oh yeah, you're so wise Mike. You must have seen so much in your twenty one years, right?" My mouth opened to correct her and tell her I was almost forty, but then I remembered that for all appearances, I was only twenty one. I was flummoxed by how to approach it, but Erin continued into the pause, "So what, you're going to play the heroic white knight? You're going to ride in on your white horse and save the poor damsel in distress? Incase you hadn't noticed Mike, I'm no princess, I'm a whore. I didn't ask for you to save me, and I didn't want it."

I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't care what you do for a living, I had feelings for you and I thought you were worth saving."

That set her back. The idea that a man she might have feelings for might reciprocate them and might be willing to try to save her. She turned away from me for a few moments and I leaned back on the bench, giving her some privacy. When she turned back her anger was gone and she asked inquisitively, "How did you know? How did you know about him, what he did?"

I smirked and lied quickly and smoothly, "I'm a keen judge of character and you talk in your sleep." She did mutter in her sleep sometimes, but nothing very distinct. It didn't matter anyways, she was just looking for a reason, an excuse. "As for finding your father, it wasn't anything difficult that someone with an internet connection couldn't do in only a few minutes. Especially since your Arizona state drivers license has your full name and hometown on it." I smiled at her, "You still have Lake Havasu listed as your permanent address huh? I'm guessing that's your mom's house?"

She muttered quietly, "She forwards my mail to me wherever I'm living."

But I continued, "But there's more to it Erin. Francis Solaris was a very bad man. He did a lot of bad things, and not just the things he did to you as a child. He had another daughter," Erin bit her lip and nodded, of course she'd have known, "He was doing bad things to her as well. But more than that he was wrapped up with some really bad people. The kind of people you don't get involved with, not if you're smart. But he was stealing from them, it was only a matter of time till they figured it out and came for him."

Erin looked startled, "Are they going to come looking for the money he left us then?" I wasn't sure how to answer that. "He left me a sizeable chunk of inheritance Mike. Do I have to worry about someone knocking on my door and looking for it?" My mouth opened and closed a few times. I wanted to reassure her, tell her that she was going to be safe. But honestly, I didn't know. My silence must have spoken more to her than anything else because her face dropped. "What aren't you telling me Mike?"

I visibly slumped. My powers, magical abilities, the knack for reading other people's minds, for forcing my will upon them. What good were they? Here was a woman who was half my age, just a normal girl, one who'd lived and experienced a lot certainly, but she was reading me. She could see that I was holding secrets far more easily than I could weave a net of mana and cast it into the sea of other people's minds.

Her piercing gaze bored into me, it reached into me. I felt that deep ancient spell that all women, especially beautiful ones like Erin, knew how to cast instinctively. There was no mana involved with her magic, no spell, no mysticism. Yet every man who'd ever lived, lusted, loved, knew it's power. I was powerless against it. "I was beginning to feel for you," I started, "and you spoke in your sleep." It was a lie, but easier than explaining my magical powers. "I figured out what your father had done to you as a child. So I did some research and found out that he was local to Vegas. I paid him a visit, not even knowing why or what I was going to do. But after meeting with him, I found exactly what kind of monster he was. He hurt you, scarred you, forever."

Erin opened her mouth to say something but I held up a hand, "No, let me finish." She drew another breath to protest and I cut her off again, "Erin, if you don't let me finish this all, I'll never say it and that's it for us." Her mouth closed, her lips pinching tightly shut as she nodded slightly. "What I found that really was the worst however wasn't that he'd permanently marked you, forever imprinted on your being... but then I found out about your half sister. His daughter from his second marriage. He was beginning the cycle of abuse again. He was going to hurt her, the way he hurt you, hurt your mother, or maybe even worse. I could see it in his eyes, they were dead eyes, monster's eyes."

I paused and considered how I'd spin this next lie. In my previous life before I was a mage, I was a school teacher. I knew how sensitive and vulnerable children could be, of any age. Anyone who hurt a child was the scum of the earth in my eyes. I cast a spell of suggestion on her father, one that ultimately led to him taking his own life. But I couldn't come out and say that, so instead I said, "So I threatened him. I wanted to scare him, maybe get him to run out on his family. See, he was stealing from a very powerful family from New York City."




Old World Magic Ch. 18



She did interrupt me then, "And you're from New York."

I cocked my head, "Yes, how did you..."

"Your accent Mike. It's not that classic New York City one you hear stereotyped, but it's pretty clear if you ask me." She smiled and bowed her head. I didn't know a lot about women, but I did know that this was a classic sign. Head down, looking up, she'd not only already forgiven me and accepted my story, but she was beginning to flirt.

Still, I had to finish the story or it would stay open ended. "So I let him think that I was an agent for the family. I let him believe that they were onto him. Again, I had hoped that he'd scare off and rabbit. I just wanted him out of your life, and away from his other daughter."

"So that's it Mike?" She asked placing her hand gently on my knee. "You were just playing white knight to a princess who didn't know she needed saving?" I shook my head and shrugged, I had no answer to give. "And if I need saving again?"

I smiled and put my hand on top of hers, "What kind of knight would abandon you in your time of need?"

She grinned at me, and the late afternoon light caught her eye with a twinkle. Her grin was devilish and she smirked through her comment, "Good because I haven't been able to get you out of my head for weeks, and I really do need something from you right now."

- - -

I followed her back to the motel she'd been staying at. Clean and somewhat respectable looking, but with that thin layer of grime that always clings to every motel in the world. No matter how presentable and respectable a motel was, it was always a motel. Her hotel room was clean, but cluttered. She'd been living here for weeks obviously and I don't think she expected to be entertaining company. Clothes strewn on the bed, the chairs by the window, an unmade bed, there was even a laundry basket with freshly washed and folded clothing sitting on the table.

But of course once we both got into the motel room and shut the door, I couldn't have cared less about all the clutter. Erin's lips met mine as she crushed her petite body up against mine. My hands fumbled once as they reached for the buttons to her clothing, so caught up in the act we both were. But in moments I had her stripped down to her lacey bra and panties. I pushed her back for a moment just so I could take a good look at the young woman's amazingly sexy body.

"God Mike," she breathed as her breasts rose and fell through her panting, "You have no fucking idea how badly I need this."

"Me too I," muttered as I closed back on her, my lips finding her neck as my hands went behind her to unclasp her bra.

Her fingers twined in my thick hair, caressing my scalp. She moaned out, "No, you don't understand, I haven't... well... since the hotel. Remember the night we spent after Kara left?"

I stepped back from her, her bra falling to the floor, exposing her creamy breasts with perfectly round nipples. But it was her eyes I was looking at, reading the truth of her comment there. "You haven't fucked anyone since that night? That was over a month ago."

She bit her lip and looked down, "I need to tell you before we continue." She paused and I could tell she was wrestling with something difficult, so I led her to the bed and sat her on the edge of it. She held both of my hands and looked up at me as I stood in front of her. "Mike, at first I told myself that I was just taking a break from hooking. Then I told myself that I was in mourning for my father. No matter how many times I got calls or men who approached me, I always politely turned them down. Then I just found I wasn't in the mood, there was always something missing. Last week I took a call from one of my regulars. He drove all the way down here from Vegas to see me. But after he got naked, I just didn't want to go through with it. So I blew him twice and told him it was free for his trouble."

Her story stopped and I knelt down, my eyes coming down to her level. Her bright green eyes were moist and I could tell she was having trouble saying what she wanted to say. I withdrew to my mental fortress and weaved the strands of mana into a subtle and simple spell. Casting it towards her it put her at ease, made her comfortable, and removed her fear. Once the calming spell settled onto Erin, I whispered to her, "What is it Erin? You can tell me."

She shook her head and smiled, the magic I'd cast upon her taking effect and putting her at emotional peace, "It's just that I felt like the next person I fucked wouldn't ever be able to live up to you. I know I was just hired as a job for the week, and I even know that you kept Kara on in my place after I left. But Mike, I felt like there was something there between us. Something I've never felt with just any john. A sort of attachment I've never had with any guy before. Before I met you, I was so wrapped up in just fucking for profit or to get something, but its like... well... I don't know. With you there was actually an emotional connection."

I nodded and leaned forwards to kiss her. When I pulled back she was grinning, "I'm right aren't I? There's something between us?"

I smiled, though internally I honestly felt a bit of shame. I had two prostitutes that thought they were in love with me? Cheyenne fawning over me was bad enough, but at least she was pacified by the fact that we both lived at Ruby's Hideaway. She could fool herself into thinking that sleeping in my bed, and occasionally wearing one of my shirts somehow made her my girlfriend. But what was I going to do with Erin, who lived in a different town? Could I bring her back to the brothel? How would Cheyenne react? How would she react to my native american lover? 

Realizing that she was still waiting for an answer, I knew that truth, combined with the calming spell I'd cast on her, was really the only option. "Look Erin," I told her, keeping my eyes locked on hers, "Yes, the fact is I do like you, a lot. But there's more to it than that."

She slumped visibly, her shoulders sagging and her eyes beginning to moisten, "That other girl, Cheyenne, right?" She asked.

I nodded, "Yes, but it's more than that. I know this is going to sound like a stupid guy cop out, but there's no way I can be exclusive. Just like when I met you, you were a working girl, it would have been insane for me to ask you to be exclusive to me, or be angry that you'd fucked other men than me. For much the same reason, I can't be exclusive. I won't be, even if I did want too."

She shook her head again, her ruby gold locks making a halo of bright shining hair about her head. "I don't understand Mike," she said softly, "I thought you were just a bartender. Are you telling me you're a... what... a gigolo or something?"

"Not exactly. I can't go into it Erin. But I can tell you that there is no way I could have a committed and monogamous relationship with anyone right now." My voice dipped down to nearly a whisper and I leaned forwards, my forehead pressing against hers, "...no matter how much I might want too."

She took my face in her hands and tilted it up to her. We kissed again and she looked me in the eyes, "But you do have feelings for me? You'd like us to be something? Something more than just a whore and her client?"

I nodded, "But I have feelings for Cheyenne too. I couldn't pick between either of you, and I wouldn't want to lie to you about that. You're both special to me." I wasn't lying to her. While I didn't love her or Cheyenne, I did honestly feel a connection to the two beauties. I never wanted to be tied down like I had been in my old life, my pre magic life. My marriage had been depressing and doomed, and I wouldn't lock into a relationship like that again. Yet something about those two women, one dark and sultry, the other pale and crimson haired, simply spoke to me. It wasn't just their beauty, it wasn't the fact that they knew how to fuck, and it wasn't that they simply had feelings for me. I couldn't figure out exactly why these two meant something to me, but they did. "You're both special to me, and I'd love to keep you in my life, but the only way to do that is to understand that we wouldn't ever have a normal relationship."

She smiled and kissed me again, "I just want to be with you, I can live without normal."

I laughed and let my hands fall to cup her breasts. My thumb and forefinger lightly pinching the tight pink buds to full hardness, "Yeah, fuck normal."

She moaned softly and replied, "No Mike, Fuck me."

- - -

In a motel room directly across the parking lot from the room that Mike and Erin were in, a man let his curtains fall closed as he turned away from the window. The heavy, smoke stained curtains rustled as he stubbed out a cigarette into an already overflowing ashtray. In his other hand, the cell phone he was holding finally connected to the person he was calling.

"Whutya want?" The voice on the other end said in a muddled voice.

"Get back here," the man said, reaching for a half empty pack of smokes on the bedside table, "The guy finally showed up."

The muddled voice on the other end sounded surprised, "He did? I thought that was a dead end. Ok, I'll be there as soon as I can. Let me just finish this beer."

"No, get back here now." And then with efficiency he hung up his phone and moved to light the cigarette he was fishing out of the pack. That done, he pulled the 9 millimeter from the bedside table drawer and checked the action, making sure a round was chambered. Then tucking it into the back of his pants, he let his shirt fall over it and moved back to the window to watch and wait for his partner to get back to the motel.

A cloud of acrid tobacco smoke rolled from his mouth as he pulled the curtains aside again to watch the room that contained the red headed whore and the man they'd been sent to find.

- - -

I pushed Erin back on the bed and grabbed her black panties, pulling them down her creamy white thighs. She giggled as she lifted her ass to let them slide free, leaving her nude atop the motel comforter. Pulling my shirt off I tossed it to the floor. No suit today, but the linen short sleeve shirt flew slowly through the air as I dove face first towards the shaved sex that was now presented to me. I smiled at the pencil thin strip of tightly trimmed hair that rose from her slit towards the U shaped belly ring above, knowing she kept it largely to prove that she was a natural redhead.

I let my lips fall forwards and begin sucking on her bare pussy lips as her legs wrapped around my muscular shoulders and she locked her ankles behind my back. Her fingers twined into my hair as I began to lick and suck at her slippery cunny. The taste of her arousal flooded my mouth and I could feel my cock hardening inside my pants.

There was an urgency, a need, to the oral attentions I was giving her. She needed this even more than I did, and her sex opened before my ministrations quickly and her passage was slick and ready. She moaned and tugged on my hair, no words needed. I reached down to unbutton my pants and then stood, my lips and chin shining with her juices. I slid the pants and boxers down, letting my thick eight inches spring free.

"Oh god," she said as she gazed at me, "I forgot how big it was. Please hurry, don't wait!" she pleaded.

I did not want to disappoint, and crawled up onto the bed after kicking off my pants and stepping out of my socks and shoes. She crabbed back on the bed and I fell forwards onto her. Her arms wrapping about my torso as we kissed passionately. Our tongues dueled and she licked and sucked her own juices from my face as her breasts pressed against my chest and her hips bucked, eager for the hardness that brushed against her.

I pressed my hands to the mattress, lifting my body away from her for a few moments, and she let a hand slide down between our bodies. Gripping the thick hardness, she guided me into her. The way, while hot and wet, was tight and squeezed my shaft. I pressed and withdrew several times, drawing a chorus of gasps and groans from her, before I was fully hilted into her.

I lowered my body down to hers again, her legs coming around my hips and her ankles locking behind my butt as I slowly drove my cock deep and hard into her. Resting now on my elbows I kissed and sucked at her neck as she moaned and uttered breathless words of encouragement.

"Harder, faster," she breathed as I began to build a faster pace, my cock driving deep into her. I pushed up away from her, my hands again pressing on the mattress, and changing the angle of my thrusts.

Erin gasped and her hands clawed at my shoulders as the head of my cock began pressing deep against that soft spot inside her. Her back arched, her breasts pressing up into me as I continued my thrusting. But then her pussy began clenching and squeezing my rod as she went over the edge into her orgasm.

Her cries of passion drove me even further, and the urge to spill into her was overwhelming. But I kept my pace up. I continued to drive my dick deep and hard into Erin. Her pussy frothing with her juices, splattering my balls and abdomen as she came. But then she opened her eyes, and those bright green orbs locked with mine and she begged, "Cum in me Mike. Fill me up."

With the beauty making such a reasonable request like that, how could I refuse? A few more deep thrusts, and then with a primal groan, I too met my peak. My cock plunged deep into her and I held. My balls tightened and everything froze for a moment, then I released. My hot spunk flooding into her depths. Her fingers clawed at my shoulders as the feel of my seed filling her drove her to a second smaller orgasm.

It was blissful, it was perfect. I finally remembered to take a gasping breath, and looked down at her as my cock continued to spasm and pump cum into her. Her eyes were fluttering and she moaned, "Oh perfection."

Some few minutes later I rolled off her and lay, gasping on the bed next to her. She lay, her breasts heaving as she likewise gasped, trying to get her breath back. "Mike, you have no idea how bad I needed that."

I chuckled, "You said it's been weeks, I can imagine."

She rolled slightly onto her side and looked at me. "More than that Mike, I needed to hear you say that you felt something for me too. Even if it's not exactly what I was expecting, I needed the emotional..." She paused and looked at the door to the motel room. "Did you just hear someone giggling the door knob?" she asked me.

I sat up, propping myself up on my elbows as my cock began to deflate post coitus. "I didn't why did..." My sentence was cut off as the door opened and two men stepped into our room. It was so sudden that Erin and I weren't even sure how to react. 

The leading of the two men was a tall and skinny, much like the smoldering cigarette in his mouth. The other shorter, but muscular, like a boxer, but somehow despite his physical stature, seemed less imposing than the skinny man. It was a thought that was quickly put out of my mind however as they closed the door behind them and then the two of them drew pistols and pointed them at Erin and Myself.

"My employers would like their money back." The skinny man said as he pointed his pistol directly at my chest. "Now."

- - -

To be continued



Old World Magic Ch. 19



Life and death, light and dark, on and off. It seems that my whole life had become a series of trials, rewards, successes and failures. There was always a balance to these things, wasn't there? For every up, a down, every high, there was a low. For every choice I made, there were reactions, but some of them, I never would have expected to be so drastic. I certainly wouldn't have expected to have a pistol pointed at me as I lay in a motel room, nude, with Erin, my lover, laying next to me. But the actions I took with Francis Solaris, Erin's father, led directly to this.

No one remembers being born, but that's balanced out by their death usually being the last thing they do know. I 'died' once already. I faked my death, faked the death of Michael Gray, an overweight, middle aged, unemployed, unhappily married, teacher. I remember the actions of that, and I remember my 'rebirth' as a young twenty year old stud with a refreshed body, magic in my veins, and a new life ahead of him as Mike Naughton. But did that mean that I was out of balance? Should I be able to see my own death coming as I stared down the barrel of the handgun in this stranger's hand? There would be a certain cosmic uncertainty, an imbalance, if that were true, wouldn't there be? To remember your rebirth, and also two deaths? Somehow I doubted that would be fair. It seemed like the universe didn't work that way.

The skinny man pulled back the hammer on his pistol, making a loud click in the quiet room. It was a purposeful gesture, one designed to terrify. I must admit it had it's intended purpose. Beside me Erin drew in a great lungful of air, her perky breasts rising upwards as she did. But the skinny gunman turned the gun towards her and growled, "Don't even think about screaming bitch!"

Then something snapped inside of me. That whole fight or flight response that everyone talks about? Yeah, it was that, but I had no weapon at hand. At least none that was immediately obvious. I didn't even rationally think about my magic, I just reacted.

Ruby had drilled me for days on the ability to use a spell that was instinctive to her. She called it her 'glamour' and had taught me how to do it. With it, I'd been able to stun people, just make them sort of 'lock up' for a few moments. That's what I did. When I saw the gun swing towards Erin, I instinctively released the mana inside me into a burst of glamour. The skinny gunman, his shorter colleague, and Erin all froze in place, their heads slowly turning to look at me, their eyes dull and glassy as all thought left their minds.

It gave me enough time to jump up out of the bed and begin to weave the makings of a proper spell. Once I'd tied the threads of mana together in the proper pattern, I cast the net across all three of them, letting them fall under my suggestion. "Ok, no one wants to get hurt here." I said, and all three nodded as if half asleep, agreeing with my statement. It was a simple statement, no one wanted to be hurt obviously. "So here's what we're going to do. You're going to let her get up and go take a nice long shower and get dressed, and the three of us men are going to sit down and talk peacefully, without guns, and we can figure out how to get you everything you want. Does that sound good?"

Erin and the shorter man nodded, but the skinny man slowly put the hammer on his pistol down and clicked the safety on. Then tucking it into his waistband he moved to the table near the window and said, "That sounds like the best thing." His voice was still soft and dreamlike, the one two punch of my glamour and the mental suggestion spell were hitting everyone hard. Since I'd just had a wonderful fuck with Erin, my mana was nice and high and I didn't worry about running out of energy to fuel my spells. Not right now at least.

"Go ahead Tim," the skinny man said to the shorter one, "Put the gun up, he's going to co-operate and get us our money."

"Ok James," the stout man, Tim I guess, said in response as he put his pistol away and moved to the table to sit down as well.

I sat back down on the bed, facing the two gunman and said softly, so as not to break the mood, "Erin go take a nice long shower and get dressed, I'm going to talk to these men here."

"Ok baby," she said in a dreamlike voice as she rolled off the bed and walked towards the bathroom, my spunk running in tiny rivulets down her thighs.

Then turning to the gunmen I said, "Now why don't you two tell me very carefully and in detail, what it is you want, and what I can do to make that happen?"

Their personalities began to re-assert themselves as I let up on the mental pressure of the glamour and the suggestion spell. I couldn't keep those two running forever and had to hope that they didn't want to have to kill us, or at least till they got whatever money they were looking for. The shorter, muscular man, Tim, leaned back in his chair and looked at the skinny one. The skinny one, James apparently, pulled the cigarette from his mouth and butted it out right on the table. Then he leaned forwards and asked, "What's your name son?"

I blinked once at the reference. James looked like he was middle aged, or what I sometimes still felt was my age. I forgot quite often that I was, for all intents and purposes, in the body of a twenty one year old. But that might play to my advantage. Since mental manipulation worked best when it was at it's most subtle, maybe I could get these two to play along. Make them feel in charge, then only use nudges and suggestions. They'd feel like this was all their own idea. I knew from experience what happened when you tried to force someone to do something they didn't want, and it wasn't pretty. "Mike," I said seeing no reason to lie, "What's this all about?"

"Mike," James said reaching into the inside pocket on his tan colored suit coat jacket, "We been waiting for someone to show up and meet with miss Solaris for a while now." From inside his jacket he pulled a folded piece of paper. He unfolded it and showed it to me. I wasn't surprised, it was a picture of my face. I recognized the background as well, it was Francis Solaris's office space. It was a picture taken by a security camera the day I'd gone to meet Erin's father. "See, your little whore's father was stealing a lot of money from people who don't take kindly to that kind of thing. Then he gives this guy," he tapped the picture of me, then let it go, drifting to the floor, "A lot of money that wasn't his to give out. Then what's he do? He disappears for a few days, holes up in a motel, goes on a coke bender, then swallows a pistol. It's not bad enough that he gives our money to some stranger, you. But he also decides he's going to steal a little bit more before he takes his dirt nap, and leave it to his family. So we get sent to find out why our money is gone, and find out if you're going to be a problem. If so, we make an example out of you, your whore, her mom, and her step family."

Tim chuckled, his arms folded across his chest. I sensed there was something else I wasn't being told, but instead focused back on James, who appeared to be in charge. The skinny man was lighting another cigarette as I watched. I sat there, still nude, my cock still coated in Erin and my combined juices drying in the motel air conditioning. "Look, I met with Francis Solaris that day that picture was taken. I don't know who he thought I was, but he misread the situation and wrote me a check out of fear. I shouldn't have cashed it, I realize that now, I'll get you your money back. Erin too, her mom and her father's other family, we'll get you your money back, ok? So we get you the money back, the money he stole, then everything's cool?" I was letting some fear creep into my voice, hoping it would put them at ease. Oh who was I kidding? I was afraid. These goons obviously were ready to kill me, Erin, and her family. I was just hoping that the money would be worth more than our lives.

James took a long draw on the cigarette, and then blew it out. "Yeah, everything's cool if you can get all of the money. But you understand that our boss doesn't like being made a fool of. He said he'd rather have you dead once he gets his money, so unless you can make a compelling argument...." He let the threat hang there in the wind. I heard the shower shut off and Erin came back into the room wrapped in a towel. She began to get dressed in front of us, choosing a sundress and a set of lacy undergarments.

I noticed how both men leered at her nude form as she got dressed and I shook my head, "No, she's not a part of the bargain. Forget it, just tell me how much."

Tim licked his lips, leering at Erin, but James answered, "Three hundred large."

Erin, who was getting dressed gasped at this, "Dad only left me around fifty thousand, where..."

I held up my hand and sighed, "He wrote me a check for a hundred. That means he probably left you, your mother, your step sister, and his wife fifty each." Then turning to James I asked, "can I talk to Erin privately for a minute?"

James shook his head, "No you may not. I don't know what you think this is, but we're here to collect our money, end of story."

"Look," I said, I'm going to just go talk to her on the other side of the room, ok?"

James grimaced, but then nodded and took a long drag on his cigarette. Then he pulled his pistol from his waistband and set it on the table. He kept one hand on it and said, "No running, I hate running."

I stood, my muscular nude form on display to these two and I nodded, "No running, I swear."

I snagged my boxers as I walked Erin to the other side of the room and slid them on, feeling a little less vulnerable with the underwear on. I pulled her tight against me and whispered to her, "Look, these guys are going to kill us, kill your mother, kill your stepmother and stepsister if they don't get their money. Can you call them and..."

Erin cut me off with a shake of her head, "They won't believe it. Well, my mother would, but she doesn't talk to me anymore. Says she never raised no whores. Hasn't spoken more than ten words to me since the funeral. As for ... as for my dad's new family, they'd probably go to the cops, if they'd even take my call in the first place."

I sighed, "Erin, this is serious, if they don't get their money back, they are going to kill us."

Erin's eyes welled up with tears, "What if I give them the fifty grand I have? Would they leave me alone?"

I shook my head, "Somehow I doubt it, I think this is an all or nothing scenario." A tear rolled down Erin's face and I pulled her body tight against mine in a hug. Using the physical contact as a easy channel to weave my mental magic, I opened the door inside my mind and reached out to touch her thoughts.

Her thoughts were a jumble of emotions and memories. She felt like her father, the man who'd abused her and her mother when she was young had betrayed her again. She felt desperation and hopelessness at her current situation. She raged in anger after having felt such joy over our reunion being ruined by this potentially life ending encounter. But there was also pleading. She'd never been religious, but anyone who knew what she was going through inside her head would have recognized the obvious prayer. She was pleading, begging for some way out of this. I knew she didn't have much of a relationship with her mother, and none with her step family, but that didn't mean she wanted to see them hurt. In fact she wanted to spare them any pain she could, including involvement in this.

I kissed her forehead then, as a plan began to form in my mind, "Erin, I might be able to get us out of this. But it's going to cost me greatly, I need to know that you meant what you said earlier. You really do have feelings for me, you can accept me the way I am."

Erin's mind exploded with relief, grasping at any potential shred of hope. She didn't just love me, she was hoping that I would be her white knight in shining armor. She was praying for salvation, and I'd just offered her a lifeline. I knew her thoughts before her words escaped her lips. If I could get her out of this, get her family out of this, without involving them, she'd be more grateful than words alone would describe. But still, I couldn't help but smile when she gasped and said, "Yes Mike, anything. I understand, if you can accept me as a prostitute, I'd be stupid to question you. I love you Mike and..."

Her lips closed quickly and she blushed, her pale freckled face staining a deep embarrassing crimson as she realized that she'd let slip her true feelings. I kissed her forehead again and hugged her tightly. Two drop dead gorgeous prostitutes in love with me and as far as the world knew, Mike Naughton was barely older than twenty one. This was shaping up to be quite a life I was leading. "Shhh," I whispered into her coppery tresses as I held her, "It's ok, but I'm going to need your help for this plan to work. I think I may have a way of getting us out of the situation we're in. But it's going to mean giving up everything and coming with me... are you willing to do that?"

Erin began crying, soft tears falling from her eyes, "Mike... I... I can't even... There's nothing left for me here. My mother won't speak to me, my plans for revenge on my father are gone. I have nothing. The only thing I've been able to think about for the last few days is calling you and begging you to come find me. Come take me away from all of this. To hear you say that..."

She sobbed quietly, once, and I hugged her body to mine. "Ok, things are going to get very strange and you're going to have to trust me completely and follow my directions exactly. First you're going to get your phone and....."

- - -

One of the great things about driving into Las Vegas at night was that you knew you were almost there before you could even see it. The lights of the city lit up the desert sky on the horizon as the thruway rolled beneath you. Lake Havasu wasn't a terribly long drive, about two and a half hours, but I was glad to see the lights in the distance. The drive certainly seemed a lot longer since I was driving Tim, the quiet thug, who refused to speak for most of the way. Erin was in the car behind me with the other hitman, the skinny one named James. He was driving their rental car and following me. They'd been quiet, but not openly hostile, as I said I could get them their money. Above all else, I knew that was what they wanted, they wanted to recover the money they'd been sent, more than a third of a million dollars.

Unfortunately, the car ride had given me plenty of time to cast my spells and mentally sift through Tim's thoughts. They meant to kill us either way. But of course, I wasn't going to let that happen, thankfully, I had a plan.

"So," I said, trying to strike up a conversation with the man riding next to me, "We'll put up at a suite for the night while I get my man to transfer money to the casino. Then I can withdraw it as cash, no problem."

"Mmmm." Tim grunted noncommittally. For not the first time I wondered if his silence was motivated by a lack of intelligence, or a genuine sense of tact and strategy. I was ok with the silence, it would let me lay some magical spells upon him without trying to focus on what he was saying.

I'd learned a lot about him by sifting through his thoughts on this car ride. Unfortunately little of it was very useable. But the one thing I did learn, that I thought would be very useful is that Tim based a lot of his personality on the fact that he wished he was a ladies man, and wasn't. That was why he looked like a boxer, his short stature led him to the gym in his teens, and by 'bulking up' and getting into 'fighting shape' he felt much better about his height. Women didn't generally go for short guys, but when they were athletes, the way Tim considered himself, it was a different story.

I also learned that Tim had strong suspicions about James's sexual preferences. James always seemed a little gay to Tim, and Tim wondered if the older man's predilection to constantly have a cigarette in his mouth might not mean something more.

I had tried to use the car ride to read James's mind, but the distance between the two cars as they drove down the highway was too great. I could get a sense of him, but the drain on my mana was too great and I didn't want to risk getting into an accident as I focused on the spellwork. So instead I split my consciousness again, letting my intellect drive back towards vegas as my creative mind began laying an intricate web of spellwork upon the thuggish passenger sitting next to me. I wondered if he noticed the smile on my face as I slid through his mind, tweaking, reading, and laying dependent spells upon him with an ease that had come from weeks of grueling practice against far stronger men than he.

- - -

"What the hell Mike?" Emily Whitefeld said, jumping to her feet as I entered her office. "I thought you were clearing out of Vegas, and who's this?"

She pointed at Tim, who'd come with me to the meeting with Emily. We were back at her hotel and casino, because I needed some place I could pull off the plan, and I didn't know where else to turn. "Relax Emily," Watching as Tim entered behind me and shut the door. "We're just here to discuss..."

Then Tim relaxed subtly. It was what I was waiting for, he had entered the room and decided there was nothing immediately dangerous in here for him, so he was settling in to watch me. He couldn't have been more wrong about how dangerous it was. With a massive load of my remaining mana, I turned on the glamour that Ruby had taught me. Tim's eyes widened slightly and his face went slack as his brain was overwhelmed by the sheer presence of will I was feeding him via the glamour spell. It wasn't mind control, and it wasn't mental magic the way that Adam had taught me, I knew that now. No, it was more a sheer contest of persona, and mine, aided with the magical force known as mana, completely subsumed every conscious aspect of Tim's will. It put him into a sort of a 'pause' or 'holding pattern.' He wasn't even conscious of anything going on around him as his brain simply struggled to deal with the awesome power of the glamour spell, unable to focus on anything else. He was an unthinking deer in the headlights.

Knowing that the thug was under control for a little while, at least till I ran out of mana, I turned back to Emily and explained. "Look, there's two men here that want to kill me, the prostitute you hired to stay with me for a week, and at least three other innocent women. I can't just kill them, if they disappear, too many questions will be asked and it's only a matter of time before someone else comes to take their place. But I can make them go away, it's just going to cost me some of my," I paused and chuckled, "hard earned money."

Emily leaned forwards, pressing her fists into her desk. She spat out the next few words slowly, one at a time, "But... why... are... you... here?"

I smiled, hopefully I was still at least a little charming to her, "Because I need to fool them, and you're help. I have a plan to get out from under their debt. But it's going to be messy and it's a longshot at best. Without your help, I've got no chance."

Emily outright laughed at me, "What makes you think I'd help you with something like that?"

My grin grew downright feral, I was going to appeal to her business side, and I knew she'd go for it. "Would you do it for half a million?"

Her frown stole my thunder. I'd overestimated her value on a dollar, "It depends, what's the plan?"

I checked to make sure Tim was still under the glamour and then said, "Ok, we're going to need a body shaper's services again..."

- - -

I opened the door to the hotel suite and let Erin proceed me in, then went in myself followed by James and Tim. They didn't bother making threats anymore, they thought they had us right where they wanted us, and it appeared for all intents and purposes that we were cooperating and doing exactly as they said.




Old World Magic Ch. 19



James whistled appreciatively as Tim locked the door to the suite, "Nice digs." Looking around the central room was a large and luxurious living room, with a small kitchen. Two bedrooms, one off to the right and the other to the left framed the large windows that looked out on the strip. James moved to the couch in the center of the living room and fished out a cigarette. I debated again telling him that those things weren't just going to kill him, they already had. I'd detected it with my mage sense, smelling the rotting smell of cancer in his body, back in the motel in Lake Havasu. It was one of the first things Adam Saks had taught me, how to read my mage sense. As Eromancers, I didn't want to pick up a woman who had some STD, and so it came in quite useful. I wasn't sure that it was cancer, but I had a very strong suspicion based on the way he chain smoked. 

He took a deep drag, filling the smell of the room with cheap tobacco, and asked, "So go over this again, why are we here?"

I nodded and moved to the mini bar, mixing myself and Erin a drink. If the thugs wanted one, fuck them, they could make it themselves. "It's simple," I explained. "If I try to take three fifty out of the bank, it's going to send up some red flags. But I know the owner of this hotel. Tim and I went up and met her earlier..."

Tim gave another monosyllabic grunt and I continued, "...and she agreed to let me deposit some money in her vault, that she would then turn into cash." I took a sip of my rum and coke and added, "I imagine that your employer would appreciate non sequential, unmarked bills, that have traveled here from all over the country. As opposed to a huge cash withdrawal from a single source. No?"

James nodded, but said nothing. Erin set her drink down and went to the bedroom dialing her phone as she went. Normally the two thugs would probably have thought that strange, but I'd conditioned them. I finished my drink and added, "But it's a lot of money, and Emily said that she can't get us that level of cash till after tomorrow's eight am accounting. Which gives us several hours to kill. So since you guys have been pretty civil about this whole thing, and agreed to let me and my girl live once you get your money, I've arranged a special treat for us all."

I didn't need to be a mind reader to see the look that passed between the two men. I knew they were planning on killing Erin and I after they got their money. They couldn't leave behind eye witnesses after all. But this is where the very careful deception came into play. 

The three of us stayed quiet, eyeballing each other for a few minutes till Erin came back out of the bedroom and said, "Twenty five minutes or so Mike. Can I turn something on to watch for a bit?" She said the first to me and the second to James, the obvious leader of the two men. 

But it was Tim, the boxer looking thug who answered, "No chick shit."

Erin smiled and grabbed the remote turning on the large flatscreen. A few channel changes and a raw hardcore pornographic film came on the screen. She tossed the remote aside and said, "Ok, no chick shit."

About half an hour later there was a knock on the door. Erin and I were sitting on the love seat, her sitting on my lap as I stroked her body, caressing her through her clothing. The two thugs had each taken their own seat, James on the couch and Tim in a chair. We were all silently watching the porn and the knock at the door was a bit startling.

Tim reached into his coat and began to draw out his pistol. But Erin held up a hand, "Relax buddy, this is just the entertainment we arranged for you. Put those away or you'll scare them."

Tim nodded and Erin got up and went to the door. Speaking to whoever was outside for a minute, she swung the door wide just as the two thugs started to get curious as to what was going on. She introduced the three girls as they came into the suite, "Boys, I'd like you to meet three friends of mine that are going to party with us tonight to pass the time. This is Bobbi, Harmony, and Summer."

The three women were dressed for the show. Obviously prostitutes, I'd had Erin order women that matched the general desires of the two men that I'd read in their minds. The first girl was pretty close to what James found sexy. Bobbi was a mixed heritage caucasian and japanese girl who was dressed like a sexy school girl. Her black hair was done up in dual pig tails and she even had a little pink backpack, completing the young lolita effect that I thought would arouse the skinny older smoker.

Harmony was a southern girl, bottle blonde, and quite frankly a few pounds overweight. But while her spandex top and hotpants may have showed off a bit of the love handles that she had on her side, they did even more to accentuate her massive tits. Whatever god had given her, a surgeon had obviously augmented, and I had to estimate the southern slut rocking at least a G cup, much of which was spilling out of the top of her far too tight top.

The last girl I hadn't even expected, it had been a surprise that Erin must have worked up for me. I'd told her we'd need to fuck a lot and maybe Summer was her method of getting a little help. The short latina had dusky skin and black ringlet hair and a petite body. I couldn't help but notice her passing resemblance to an actress on a TV show that I'd seen a few times, and didn't doubt she chose her name based on that resemblance.

Erin stood behind the three girls as they lined up, Bobbi covering her mouth with one hand and giggling at us men. But my redheaded slut said, "So pick a girl boys, Mike and I will keep the third company and we're going to have us a good old time."

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I was sitting on the chair, my back to the glass windows, watching the scene in front of me. Predictably James and Bobbi were making out on the couch, and Tim had chosen Harmony. He was moving further along and she was sitting on his lap now topless as he sucked on her huge tits. As for me, I had a latino look alike of a celebrity kneeling between my knees, unbuckling my pants. Erin leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Is this going to work for your plan Mike?"

I grabbed Erin by her fiery tresses, my fist gripping tightly near the base of her skull, and I pulled her mouth down into a kiss as a way of answering her. Our tongues dueled as my thick cock was freed from my trousers and I felt the latino celeb look alike begin to lick and stroke me. I groaned at the sensation, not only because it felt fantastic, but it brought with it a stream of mana flowing back into my soul.

I looked back to Erin and she was already stripping out of her clothing. Things were progressing between the whores and the thugs as well. I felt the energy they were creating too. I thought back to when I'd learned I could do that, draw mana from other people having sex in close proximity to me. It had been in this very hotel in fact, a masseuse and a staff member who'd had feelings for each other. It was never as strong as actually participating in a sexual act itself, but there were two couples, plus I had two hot women of my own.

As the mana began streaming into my body, I let my consciousness split again. My creative side began to look at the situation carefully and lay out strand after strand of mana in an intricate pattern, weaving a net, a tapestry, and getting ready to cast it over the two thugs. It took a little while as there were several suggestions and commands that I had to lay overtop of the two of them. The deception had to seem like it was their own idea or it risked failing. It had to be believable. But eventually I had a lattice of commands and suggestions, framework, just waiting to be filled with mana to power it. Then it would just be a matter of the right dependencies happening.

I let my consciousness merge back with my intellect and looked at the scene. James was on the couch getting his cock sucked by the half asian whore. She was alternating wet sucks with muttering to him in japanese, a high girlish voice that I could see was driving him insane.

Tim, the boxer, was on the floor between the couch and my chair. He had his curvy blonde laying on the floor, half naked. To say he was getting his cock sucked would have been a bit of an understatement. In reality he was fucking her face, thrusting down into her throat as he knelt above her head. His hands pawed roughly, ruthlessly, at her huge tits. 

As for me, Summer was still sucking my cock, though she'd gotten a lot more aggressive, her drool running down her chin and my fat cock, now fully erect over eight inches. One hand stroked and tugged my slick cock as she bobbed up and down, moaning as she blew me. Of course it was no surprise that she moaning, as my little redheaded slut, Erin, was laying on the floor behind her, licking her pussy.

I gripped the arms of my chair and grunted out, "Let me up Summer." She let go of my cock and I moved to the floor, a few feet from where Harmony was getting her throat fucked. Then looking at the tight little latina, I held my cock straight up and commanded, "Get on and take it for a ride."

She moaned slightly and then stood up. Stripping off the remainder of her clothing she stood over my hips before lowering herself down. Her pussy was slick with her juices and Erin's saliva. She was obviously turned on because as she lowered herself down onto my dick, I slid inwards with little trouble. She bounced up and down a few times as she slid down, working my thick shaft into her wet cunt, moaning with every inch. She hissed in discomfort before she got me all the way inside her, and I felt the head of my cock bottom out inside of her with a little bit of my thick shaft still below her slick labia.

"uh uh," Erin said, coming to stand behind the latina, "We're paying for the full package, that means you take the full package." Then with that my redheaded slut put her hands on Summer's shoulders and pressed down. Summer cried out in pain as she sunk down the last inch onto my dick. Erin knelt behind her and wrapped her arms around the latina, cupping her tits and pinching the woman's nipples. She kissed and sucked on the woman's dusky skin and said, "Now ride my man's dick hard bitch."

As much as Summer hadn't been expecting it, and as much as that forced extra inch must have hurt her, she also must have enjoyed the domination, because her pussy clenched, spasming around my dick, as Erin gave her the wonton commands.

I reached over and began toying with Harmony's fat pussy, which was just barely within reach. I knew that Tim would probably be fucking her next, after he was done with her tits and throat. So I thought I'd help get her warmed up.

Summer began bouncing up and down, riding my cock and leaving thick trails of clear girl cum on my cock and balls as she did. Her passage was becoming slightly easier as she loosened up and she had no problem going all the way down my eight inch pole.

Erin moved to my head, blocking my view of James beginning to sink his cock into Bobbi's tiny little ass. Luckily for the half asian whore, James was not packing and his dick was much like the rest of him, tall but skinny. But then I couldn't watch any more as Erin's hairless pussy, crowned with a pencil thin line above the mons, descended on my lips. As I began reveling in the sensation, I felt the mana flooding through my body into the framework of spells I'd crafted, empowering them and settling over the two thugs. Mana that increased even further as Erin leaned forwards, kissing Summer as I ate her pussy. The three way connection between us, Erin's pussy on my mouth, my cock sliding in and out of Summer's cunt, and Summer and Erin's mouth's locked in a tongue swapping kiss, generated an even stronger flow of mana than before. I knew the spell would have more than enough energy now and could focus on the tasks at hand.

Summer's slick cunny slid up and down my shaft faster now. I could feel her mashing her hips forwards, driving her clit into the base of my cock every time she finished her down stroke. More than that I could feel her tight passage clamping down on me more and more. I could tell she was getting close to an orgasm, yet I'd been so focused on my spell work and coordinating the rest of the room, I'd been not focusing on my own pleasure.

So call me a giver.

With the one hand that wasn't toying with Melody's pussy, I reached around Erin's leg and squeezed her ass cheeks as she ground down against my mouth. Her honeyed nectar began flowing into my mouth as she too approached her peak, just from excitement and my oral stimulation. But I knew what would push her over the edge as she moaned and groaned above me. I let my fingertips slide into the cleft of her buttocks and graze her tight asshole as it sat right in front of my face. With only the lightest bit of pressure, I pushed against it, not enough to penetrate but enough to...

"Oh God!" She screamed as my mouth filled with her girl juices, "Right fucking there! Right... Ahhh!" Erin came, and I was unable to resist myself. I sent a bit of the extra mana, for there was a plethora of it being generated in this room right now, into the spell I thought of as 'Brookesbend's Gift' The spell settled over Erin, and to a lesser extent everyone else in the room. It caused men to spray a huge amount of cum, and caused women to become squirters. I didn't pump a ton of mana into the spell, but it was enough. As Erin came, her cunny clenched above me and a veritable gush of musky clear girl spunk sprayed out in a stream. It soaked my face and filled my mouth as she quaked uncontrollably. Her moans weren't even words anymore, just gasping panting groans of sheer pleasure.

She finally rolled off my face, leaving it shining in the dim lighting of the room and the flashing colors of the pornographic movie still playing on the large TV. Looking up at Summer, riding my dick harder than ever, I could tell she was close. A quick jaunt into my mental preparation area took only a moment and allowed me to cast a simple spell on her, one that pushed her over the edge into a knee shaking orgasm. Brookesbend's gift had affected her too and she came, quaking and squeezing my cock, hard. She gasped and her eyes went wide as her pussy began to gush it's ejaculate. Her fingertips found my chest and she dug her nails into the skin as she literally screamed out through her powerful orgasm.

The musky smell in the room jumped again as I felt my abdomen and balls drench with the petite whore's cum. She too rolled off me to the side and begged, "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, I've never cum like that, give me a second."

I smiled and sat up and turned to look at the two thugs. James was getting close, and he was pounding the half asian woman's asshole with a vengeance. The look on his face was almost one of aggression as he held her knees up by her shoulders, pushing her back against the couch. His hips were a blur as he speared her asshole. I wasn't sure if she was enjoying it, but if she wasn't she was certainly acting like she did. Her cooing noises and encouragement were pushing him on, and I couldn't help but notice that her school girl outfit was still on her body, though the skirt was pushed up to her hips and the sweater was torn wide open.

Tim was still roughly fucking Melody's face as he manhandled her massive tits. But it was obvious he was getting close. "Hurk hurk hurk," went Melody's throat, thick with saliva as his cock thrust deep into it. She was enough of a professional to know how to angle her head and relax so as not to choke too much as the boxer's cock invaded her esophagus.

I sent out just the slightest tendril of mana to the two men, along with the remnants of the Brookesbend's gift spell, pushing them both over the edge. James simply buried his cock to the hilt in Bobbi's anus, and threw back his head, his teeth clenched. He didn't yell or cry out, but just came, over and over and over inside the tight little asian american woman's ass. Tim on the other hand yanked his cock out of Melody's mouth, and she gasped for air. He jerked his cock and said, "yeah, take this you fat fucking whore!" Then he came. Thanks to the magic of Brookesbend's gift, he began to shoot thick gooey ropes of cum all over her prodigious rack. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, fuck!" he cried out as ten, fifteen, twenty ropes of hot spunk flew from his cock over and over, giving her tits, face, and neck a one man bukkake.

But with their orgasms, the first part of my carefully crafted spell kicked in. Both men fell away from their partners, panting and gasping for breath. But they weren't satisfied, if anything the desire to fuck was even higher now, and their dicks were as hard as ever, ready for another round. The women too would find their sex drive and stamina boosted, I felt it was only fair to the working girls after all.

Tim stroked his saliva slicked cock and said, "I think it's time for round two." Melody simply moaned as she scooped the inhuman amount of cum off her tits and licked it up. Little did they know that they'd literally fuck as long as they could tonight, until their bodies couldn't hold up anymore and they simply had to pass out from sheer exertion. I figured James, as a heavy smoker, would probably be the first to go. But that wasn't my problem.

I stood up, my erect cock still bouncing as I hadn't yet cum. I said to the two thugs, "Have fun guys, I'm going to take my two girls to the bedroom."

They both made noncommittal responses as they were already beginning to get back into it with their women. But I held a hand down for Summer and Erin and helped each of them to their feet. "Lets go girls," I said pushing both of them towards one of the two bedrooms. It's going to be a long night for the two of you till I'm satisfied."

- - -

One of the great things about being a mage, and one of the things I didn't use terribly often, was that we could eschew sleep and sustenance if we needed. By burning mana we could keep our bodies fueled and our minds sharp. I didn't do it very often, as I enjoyed the routine and ritual of at least five or six hours sleep. But I was brimming with so much magical mana, generated through all the primal sexual acts, that I don't know if I could have slept even if I wanted too that night.

By the time I was done with my two girls, they were quite clearly fucked out. Cum, from all three of us, covered our bodies. They literally were still leaking cum from both of their pussies and asses by the time I finally let them go to sleep. They didn't even have the energy to go clean up, or even get under the covers. When I'd finally cum for the last time, filling Summer's ass with an inhuman amount of spunk for the second time that night, I just let them go to sleep. I told them to rest, and they both simply closed their eyes and fell asleep on top of the sweat and jizz coated comforter. I'd have to reimburse Emily Whitefeld for the room cleaning big time. I think she'd probably have to order some new furniture and bed clothes for this suite.

Stretching and feeling positively alive with energy, I went out into the living room of the suite. The two men had literally fucked themselves into a state of unconsciousness, and the living room looked almost as bad as the bedroom, covered in bodily fluids.

I sighed, knowing it was time to enact the next stage of the plan. Pulling on the thread of the pre-set spell, it wrote a new memory into the minds of the three call girls that had shown up tonight. Then I made sure both of the thugs were in a deep slumber, and a bit more magic to make sure they'd stay that way. 

A quick phone call to Emily Whitefeld's office, "It's time, bring them and I'll be ready." Then I knew it was the hardest part. I looked for James' pistol, and found it kicked under a table. I had the foresight to go to the small kitchenette, and donning rubber gloves I found under the sink, drew it from the holster. It took me a few tries to thread on the silencer, but I managed it.




Old World Magic Ch. 19



I walked over to where Tim lay on the carpet, snoring, and wondered if I could really do this. Was I a killer? I'd commanded Erin's father to commit suicide, certainly his blood was on my hands even though I hadn't pulled the trigger. But could I do this? Could I kill in cold blood? Even though I knew they were going to kill me in the morning, it somehow seemed like it was too much. This was too far from where I'd been. Only a few months ago I'd been a fat, out of shape high school teacher. This wasn't me... this wasn't me.

I looked towards the bedroom and saw Erin standing there. Her body glistened in the moonlight that streamed through the windows, and glowed from the dim lamp lighting in the suite. If I didn't get us out, it wouldn't be just me that was dead, it would be her, her mother, her step sister, her stepmother. 

I pressed the silencer directly against the boxer's temple, angling the shot downwards into his brain and took a deep breath.

This was murder!

I looked at Erin again, the indecision written plainly on my face. She simply nodded at me, acknowledging the horror of what I was contemplating. But that nod said more to me. It said that I wasn't alone, she was in this with me. It wasn't just my burden, but she was sharing it with me.

I exhaled, letting out the deep breath.

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To be continued.

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Old World Magic Ch. 20



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"Is it done?" the luck mage Emily Whitefeld asked me as I opened the suite's door.

I nodded, standing there wearing nothing but the hotel robe and looking at the two men behind her. One I recognized as the bodyshaper that had worked on me before the poker tournament, the other I didn't.

"And you understand the nature of the boon you'll owe me after this?" She asked, narrowing her eyes as she inspected my face.

"One favor, no questions asked," I said. My face was somewhat drawn and blank, as I was struggling to cope with the decision I'd made. Struggling to come to terms with the slide I'd taken into the person I was now. There was no doubt in my mind, I wasn't who I was before, I was a murderer now. Any justification that it was for the greater good, for self defense, that it was the best way out of the horrible situation I was in, none of it mattered. I'd killed and that would be on my soul, if I still had one.

"No," Emily said, "Not one favor, not even close. You're in my debt now, I own you, and I can call on you whenever I need it until this sort of favor is repaid." I nodded my head, agreeing, because what else was there to do? "Good," she said then pushing into the hotel suite with the two men in tow.

I held out my hand to the new man and introduced myself, "Hi, Mike..."

He cut me off, "No, no names. The less I know about you the better, and I'm certainly not telling you my name." Then he took a look at the scene in the hotel suite and whistled softly as the bodyshaper locked the door behind him. Then to Emily, "This is going to cost you. But it's not going to be too bad."

Emily nodded and then it was the bodyshaper who spoke next, "After this, you and I are square. I don't owe you anything after this." Emily again nodded, though I could see her jaw clenching. I got the sense that she was trading away the loyalty of that man for mine. I also couldn't help but wonder who was getting the better end of that bargain, me or her. The body shaper then said, "Stand behind the couch, so I can see you clearly."

I wanted to watch this carefully, because while I didn't think I'd be able to pick up the magical spells the body shaper was using in one go, I thought maybe I'd get a sense for how bodyshaping worked at the least. My detachment, shock, served me well and I was able to focus on the magical spells as he did his work. Before my eyes James's body filled out slowly, took on muscular definition. His face changed and his hair color darkened. The whole process took about half an hour, and I felt like I actually was starting to get a good sense of the magical processes that were involved.

Then it was my turn. I'd finally started to get used to the identity of Mike Naughton and here I was, changing it again. The body shaper took Erin and I into the unused bedroom and pulled a laptop out of a case. "Pick two or three pictures, I'll blend them to give you a new look." He said as he opened a file with thousands of pictures of handsome men. I scrolled through, finally picking out three that Erin agreed with. Then it was Erin's turn.

"I want to stay close to how I look, if I can?" she asked, and the bodyshaper typed in some filters, cutting the list of women's pictures down to a few dozen. When she hit on one, she said, "Can you make me look like her?"

The body shaper raised an eyebrow, "Yes, but you run the risk of being mistaken for her if you look exactly like her. Pick at least one other woman." Mia sighed and continued looking. Then the mage asked me, "Anything specific you'd like? Scars, tattoos, etc?"

"I've gotten used to not having to shave," I said running a hand across my baby smooth jaw line. "Lets keep the body hair away, just eyebrows and the top of my head." Then nodding at Erin I added, "Same for her too, I'm sure she'd appreciate not having to wax."

Erin, who'd also been wearing a robe this whole time looked up, "You can do that?" Then opening her robe and exposing her body to the shaper. His gaze was impassive, unsurprisingly I supposed. "Leave this," she said running her fingers along the pencil thin strip of red pubic hair that ran upwards across her mons. "I want to keep this, you can get rid of all of my other body hair, but this stays."

He nodded and looked at the pictures she picked out. Then asked who he should start with. I wanted to watch with a clear head, so I could watch the magic again. I studied the spells that he used to reshape reality and change Erin's body. I didn't understand everything, and I certainly wouldn't have tried to any serious body shaping on my own. But I felt like I was confident enough to make minor changes.

The type of magic was different than what I was used too. Just like using the glamour spell that Ruby the succubus had taught me was different than the sort of mental manipulation that Adam had trained me in. But the essence of the magic was actually similar, use mana to fuel the desired effect, reshaping reality. But then again, a car was just an engine that used gasoline to drive wheels, but there was a huge difference between a Ford Mustang and a Honda Civic.

If anything, Erin was even more beautiful when he was done. She lay sweating and shaking on the bed, the reshaping of reality having an effect on her. "Go take a shower," I told her, "You'll feel better afterwards."

Then it was my turn. I couldn't really observe the spell work when I was the target. My body was wracked with strange and uncomfortable sensations as my bone structure changed slightly, muscles slid around, facial features changed. I was a little taken aback when I felt his cool hands on my cock, and would have twitched away but didn't feel like I was in complete control of my muscles. "And this? Whoever did this did a good job on it, but are you happy?"

I wanted him to take his hands off my junk, but said, "No complaints there."

He chuckled and said, "Maybe just a slight tweak."

I ground my teeth together, knowing I shouldn't argue with a man who could give me a micropenis with nothing but his magic. So I grudgingly said, "I trust you." But I had to wonder if he had made any modifications to Erin when he was down there. I'd assumed he was just making it so that she didn't grow any pubic hair, but if he was tweaking me, a fellow mage, what might he have done to a normal person?

- - -

I showered afterwards and then went back into the suite. The body shaper and the other man were already gone, but Emily was waiting, chatting with Erin. She turned to me, "Ok, I'm going to put the two of you up in a room on another floor, and you're going to stay there for a few days till we can get you new IDs. But you two have to stay there, don't leave. You can order room service, and if you need anything, you'll call the concierge for it. But under no circumstances are you guys to leave that room till I say it's safe, do you understand?

Erin and I looked at each other, then the two dead bodies. One the boxer still on the floor, the other the man who looked exactly like Mike Naughton. I finally said, "Erin has to leave, we have one last thing that she has to do. Once it's done I will be out from under Adam Sak's thumb."

Emily sighed, "It's your choice of course, but until you get new IDs, it's your risk to take."

Erin spoke before I had the chance, "I'll do anything to help Mike after what he's done for me. No hesitation, he needs this, that means I need this."

Emily shrugged her shoulders, "ok, lets get you to the other room. The hookers will wake up in a few hours, find..." She made air quotes with her fingers, "Mike and that guy dead, and probably freak the hell out. After that I'm going to be busy dealing with the local cops and keeping this from being too big a deal in the news. Fortunately this isn't the first dead body I've had in my hotel." She sighed, "Not even the first one this year unfortunately. So lets go."

- - -

The next two days were hell on me. Erin understood the plan, but I couldn't be there with her to help or make sure anything went ok. I couldn't help but do but obsess over anything that would go wrong and everything that I stood to lose. My new car, all the money I was paying out to Emily for her help and to pay the others who'd helped, the security of Ruby's Hideaway, the brothel that had been my home for so long. But most of all, I couldn't stop thinking about Cheyenne. She was a mixed heritage native american whore who worked at the Hideaway, and I knew she loved me. I had to admit that I had strong feelings towards her as well, and didn't know if the plan to reconnect with her was going to work. It was a long shot at the best.

I didn't do much in those first few days. Mostly I watched the news and slept. Well, that and got used to my new face. I pondered if I'd only been a mage for a few months, and already this was the third face I'd had, how many might I go through in the long life most mages lived? Would I even be able to remember what I looked like originally? What Michael Gray, the thirty eight year old out of work high school teacher looked like? 

The body shaper mage had left my body pretty much as it was, but had resculpted my face quite a bit. My shoulders were a bit broader now, and my neck looked a little broader as well. My body still had that athletic build that I'd been working on maintaining with my daily exercise. But the face what had really changed. My hair was jet black and thick, cut in a rather non descript style that neither stood out nor seemed to look uncared for. My nose was bigger, a classic 'roman' nose I think they would have called it, long and with a bulge at the bridge but still nothing off putting or out of the ordinary. My jawline was strong and squared with a hint of a cleft in the chin. Above that lips that weren't too thick and a mouth that wasn't overly wide. My eyes were a deep brown almost as dark as you could imagine. They set below thick dark eyebrows that pushed towards the center, but thankfully didn't meet in that dreaded unibrow. The ears were a little larger too, but were pinned back against my skull more than the last face I'd worn. The overall effect was one of a handsome man, with heavy features. But at the same time while the overall effect was handsome and appealing, there also wasn't anything overt about the look. It was one that could easily blend into a crowd if needed.

The thing I found most interesting was the slightest hint of stubble beneath the skin. I'd told the body shaper I didn't want to shave, and in truth I hadn't had to yet. But the skin around my face and jaw looked a little darker. It was as if I'd just shaved my face a few minutes before looking in the mirror. Unable to resist, I peered as close into the mirror as I could, and sure enough, unlike my last face, there were follicles on my face with tiny black dots. Yet when I ran my hand across my face it was baby smooth. The hair just wasn't growing. Really, he'd done a fantastic job.

I couldn't help but find out, after the first time I jerked off out of boredom, that he had given me a little bit more down below as well. I wondered if I was almost too big now as my cock swelled to over eight inches and was even thicker than it was before. Partially out of boredom, I measured it and found that I was now about eight and a half inches long and when I wrapped a thread around and measured, I was seven inches around. Slightly girthier and longer than I had been before, but that wasn't even the biggest surprise. Obviously I was pretty good at sex, and I enjoyed it. But the first time I jerked off with my new body, I came so fast. He'd done something to my nerves, they were even more sensitive than before, and boy did I cum. But while I may not have had quite the stamina I did before as I got used to the new sensations, I noticed that I was able to get hard again almost immediately after going soft.

Part of me wondered how much Emily had paid him, and then wondered if it had been enough for such a fantastic job.

One night as I was watching the news, as I often did for lack of anything else to do, I was struck with the story I'd been waiting for. It was a report about a double homicide at a local casino. A picture of James's face was on the screen and they said that the police were seeking him as a person of interest. That was good because it meant that part of the plan had worked at least. Also shown were the pictures of Tim, the boxer looking thug, and 'Mike Naughton' as the victims. The tickets purchased online, using James's credit card weren't mentioned. The first was for a one way flight from Vegas to Mexico city, and then one from there to Havana. But certainly it made it appear that the skinny hit man had fled the country and was heading to a non extradition country. It wouldn't stand up to a thorough investigation, but the 'expert' that Emily had hired said that it was enough. 

Even though James hadn't actually boarded the first plane, it created a narrative that was easily believable. That was one thing I'd learned about magic and the real world. People just wanted to think they understood what was going on around them, even when they didn't. Self delusion was a strong motivator for human understanding. 

Guilt was also an undeniable motivator, and I found that I couldn't get over my actions that night. Over and over I replayed the events in my head. I'd killed, I was a murderer. I'd covered it up to protect myself and Erin, but I'd taken two mens lives and I found that it was hitting me a lot harder than the decision to kill Francis Solaris. Erin's father hadn't been easy, but it had been distant. He was a monster and he was ruining the lives of everyone he touched, like a rotten apple spoiling the entire basket. But I couldn't get past the two men I'd actually killed by my own hand. Certainly I knew they were going to kill me, or planned too. But I didn't really know much else about them, were they good men? Did they deserve their fate? Should I have made another choice? I just didn't know and so I accepted my self imposed solitary imprisonment in the hotel suite as a sort of penance.

But another strong motivator was boredom, a fact I'd come to learn after only a week of sitting alone in a hotel suite with only the occasional staff member or maid for any sort of human interaction. It started out simply, because I felt like I couldn't stand another day of only my own voice in the rooms. No company other than the TV and the occasional visit from someone delivering food or cleaning the room. I started simply, just mentally nudging people to have small conversations with me. Staying for a few minutes to talk about something that was going on in their lives. I learned that the chef staff in the casino were generally insular and felt like they were better than the rest of the hotel staff. Almost everyone delivering food had something mean to say about one chef or another, about how they were smug and superior.

The maids that spoke english were pleasant enough but they took a lot of effort to get to stay and talk. They had a schedule and they wanted to be in and out without staying. Since I wasn't having sex and my mana replenished far more slowly, I didn't waste the time and energy trying to cast spells on them.

On the eighth day of solitude, I was blissfully contacted by Erin. She said she couldn't talk long, and was only able to call me because she'd gone out drinking at a local bar with some of the women from work. She didn't dare stay on the phone too long, because it was a pay phone and they'd wonder where she'd gone off to. She said that things were progressing as planned, and that 'it' hadn't happened yet. I wanted to ask her more, but she rushed off the phone, uttering a quick 'I miss you' before hanging up. It left me feeling lonelier than ever.

Then one day, ten days into my exile, a new maid showed up at the door. Middle aged, I would have pegged her around forty five, and with a face that spoke of some hardships in her life. She was a talker, chatting as she cleaned, which was different than most of the other maids. So I talked with her and found her to be pleasant enough. When she came back the next day, I decided to use my mental spells to get to know her better.

It was such a classic story that it seemed almost cliche. Single mother, husband cheated on her and left her with two kids. Oldest in college, and the younger going in a few years, she couldn't afford to quit either of the two jobs she had. Her personal life was next to nothing, and the only time she socialized was at work with her fellow housekeepers.

On the third day I guided her to get more personal. She never was a real beauty, but she was always 'passable' in her words. But age had taken that from her and now she was just a tired woman who worked nights cleaning offices and days in a hotel. So I glamored her, and asked her while she was in a hypnotic trance if she'd like a change. When she said yes, I felt like it was time to try to stretch my magical muscles.

In retrospect what I did was stupid, dangerous, and absolutely the wrong thing for me to do. But as I said, I was bored. A week and a half of being alone, even when you're in a comfortable place, can make some strange things happen to your decision making. I told myself I was going to start simply. While she was glamoured, I tried to recreate some of the spells I'd seen the body shaper use. 'Just one little change' I told myself, 'just to see if I can do it.'

So she left my room that day with not a single gray hair on her head. All of the follicles in her scalp had been rejuvenated, brought back to the healthy state they'd been in when she was a teen. Her dirty blonde hair seemed more full of life and body, and of course, free from gray hairs. It was harmless, no one would have ever questioned it, and if they did even think about it they'd just assume she dyed her hair. That should be totally harmless right?

Well, that's what I told myself. I suppose it was harmless to her at least. But the problem was that it wasn't enough for me. I was stagnating in this room and doing nothing but worrying about Erin and feeling my guilt. So the next few days I tried more and more. I successfully removed all the follicles of hair from her upper lip, she'd never need to bleach or wax there again. Then I smoothed out a few of the wrinkles around her eyes and forehead. Then on fourth day of trying to body shape her, I got a little bold. I actually tried moving around some of her body fat. I took it from a few of the more obvious areas like her neck and belly, and shifted them to her breasts and butt. Nothing drastic mind you, but she looked just a little bit better, healthier.

The next day it was a latino woman who cleaned my room and she either didn't speak english or she refused too. I admit I was annoyed that I couldn't continue working on the housekeeper, who I thought of as my 'project.'

But that night, now more than two weeks since I'd seen her last, Emily Whitefeld showed up at my door and pushed into the room without a greeting. "You can't be fucking with my staff Mike. The fact that you'd do so is an insult to me."

I thought about denying it, but decided that would be foolish, "I'm going insane Emily," I said honestly. "I can't stay cooped up here like this."

"A few more days, a week at the most, and your new identities will be done. I spoke with my man today. Then we can get you out for a bit."

"Why is it taking so long?" I asked, "Renia Satô was able to get my identity created in a single afternoon."

"Because Ms Satô works for the FBI. The man I'm working with doesn't. He's a go between, working with someone on the inside. It's a lot more difficult when you're trying to protect your own identity. Now stop your whining and behave, you're almost done." She sighed, and I didn't have to read her mind to see that there was something else on her mind. Something she was hesitant to talk about.




Old World Magic Ch. 20



"What, what else is it?" I asked, an annoyed tone to my voice. 

"I'm going to do something against my better judgement," she admitted. "You remember Hector Todd?"

I shook my head no, but then immediately recalled who she might be talking about. "The healer? I didn't know his last name."

"Now that you owe me, it's in my best interest to help you. Hector is an older man and has been thinking about the end. I think he's got a decade or two left in him, but he's seriously thinking about 'retiring' when it's time." The way she said retiring, I doubted it meant his job. I knew that mages were long lived, and that we could live longer with the services of a body shaper. But maybe she was telling me that Hector was thinking about allowing himself to pass on. She took a deep breath and said, "Since you are an Archmage, you've shown me that you can cross disciplines and wield spells from different sources, you're going to train with him. That way in the future, if I need a healer, maybe I'll have you at least."

I was torn. The idea of being under Emily's thumb was rankling to me. I was getting out from Adam just to get under her? But no, this was different. She'd saved me, and I owed her. She wasn't demanding my fealty, I was giving it. Besides, the idea of learning a new discipline of magic was extremely appealing. I found that I wanted it, and wanted it bad. Maybe I could turn this around into something I could use. "Ok, but I have a stipulation. I want to learn more about body shaping too. So you bring that guy back in to teach me as well."

She shook her head, "No way. He sculpted you, he knows you're not a body shaper mage. It's too dangerous for both of us if he realizes that you're an Archmage. But I'll compromise. I know an amazingly skilled shaper that lives in Beverly Hills. I'll give you his number and a reference letter. Say that you're a wild mage and that you showed talent in body shaping. Maybe you can hire him to teach you in the future."

I thought it over and agreed, "Ok, when do I start studying with Hector then?"

"Tonight, he'll be here after his shift at the hospital. Rest up, you're going to need the mana." She said as she turned towards the door.

I reached out and grabbed her upper arm, stopping her, "There's a much better way to restore my mana." 

She turned and looked back at me. I grinned widely, "Come on, it's been two weeks. I haven't had this long of a dry spell since I became a mage. Besides, last time wasn't my best work, what with the condom and all." She hesitated just long enough for me to add, "besides, I did win the coin flip if you recall. You're not the kind of woman who welches on a bet are you?"

She bit her lower lip and then said, "Fuck it, the casino's pharmacy stocks morning after pills.

- - -

We were laying on the bed, making out like teenagers, taking our time, slowly undressing each other when she stopped me. Pushing me back down on the bed she looked at me and said, "You really expect me to believe that you didn't fuck my maid while you were using that body shaping on her?"

I shrugged, "Believe what you want Emily, but I honestly didn't." I didn't have the heart to tell her that her maid in question had a minor STD, something I knew the first time I met her. Which, for me would have meant either using a condom or risking catching it. Since neither of those options appealed to me, especially since the prize would have been a somewhat frumpy forty year old, it wasn't hard to resist my sexual urges.

But Emily launched right into another question, "Also, that night, there was so much... ahem... DNA evidence everywhere. It was like... unreal. What was that all about?"

I chuckled softly as my hand traced up her thigh to her hip, and then onto her naked stomach. "It's a 'gift' of mine that someone taught me. I can cause a multiplication in the fluids. It comes with a slight increase in stimulation as well. I don't use it often, but it can be enjoyable."

Emily made a face and said, "well don't use it on me, I ended up replacing half the furniture in that suite, along with the carpeting."

I nodded and pressed forwards, kissing the tops of her breasts where they spilled out of the top of her bra. I knew that the carpet and furniture would have to be replaced because of the blood stains, but figured it would be best not to bring that up right now.

I pulled the top of her bra down, freeing her modest breasts from their spandex and satin prison. I remembered that she liked nipple play, so I began sucking on her hardened nubs as my free hand began unbuttoning her skirt. Emily's moans and the way she thrust her chest forwards, pressing into my mouth, told me that I was on the right track. I wasn't in any rush and worshiped her breasts, licking and sucking while alternating between the two and landing kisses all around her chest.

She shimmied her skirt down her legs, and I spared a moment to notice a matching thong, flesh colored and riding high on her hips. I wondered if she wore the sexy under garments knowing that this had a chance of happening, but didn't want to expend the mana to try to read her mind. Reading a mage was always more difficult than a normal person, and downright tasking if they had mental shields up. So I figured I'd just focus on the simple act of pleasing the woman the way I knew how best.

Her hands were all over me as I laved her soft breasts with my lips and tongue. She was pulling at my clothes, tugging them off as I ran my hands across her body. I rolled away from her eventually and kicked off my trousers and slid my boxers down, freeing my stiff cock. It bounced free, turgid and angry, slapping against my stomach as it came free from my boxer shorts. A single drop of precum had already formed at the head, and splattered against my muscular abdomen as it slapped upwards.

"Mmmmm," Emily said as she saw it, then rolled over, pressing me down into the bed. She put one hand on my chest, gently holding me in place as she gripped my thick shaft at the base. She pressed down and squeezed my cock almost painfully as she brought her face towards the meaty head, which began drooling precum more copiously under her attentions. Her tongue slid out as she began stroking up and down the shaft slowly, squeezing tightly. Her pink tongue tip slid along the slit of my cock, gathering up the thick clear goo, and then she drew it into her mouth, her tongue curling inwards. "Oh God that's good," she muttered as her eyes fluttered. Then she descended, her mouth closing around the glans. Her lips created a tight seal around the sensitive skin beneath my cock head as she stroked my cock up and down.

I was glad that I'd been jerking off a lot, getting used to the new sensitivity that came with my newly formed cock, because the sensation of her hot mouth and her tight grip was heavenly. I felt my heavy testicles clenching as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body. There was a wash of mana flooding into me as well, but I couldn't focus on anything but the sheer pleasure that Emily's mouth was giving me.

Finally I felt as if it was getting to be too much. "I think you should stop now..." I started to warn her. But she shook her head no, and began bobbing her head up and down faster as her hand jerked harder.

"Im mmm mouph," she said without even taking my dick out.

I had a moment where I considered boosting my cum production with Brookesbend's gift, but she'd specifically said not too. I didn't want to be rude after all. But I couldn't resist the sensations for much longer and eventually I felt my hips bucking upwards as my cock swelled and then spewed. Her lips wrapped tight around my cock head and she jerked my shaft furiously as I filled her mouth with my hot spunk. I came several spurts in a row, and she quickly swallowed every drop.

She kept sucking and licking even after I finished, running her tongue all around the tip, making sure she had every drop. "That was delicious," she said as she licked her lips. She kept a tight grip on my dick, a trick I knew would keep most men hard, but wasn't necessary for me. I could stay hard afterwards if I wanted.

"Glad you enjoyed," I muttered as I was breathing heavily.

"I..." she stuttered for a moment as a realization hit her, "...I really did. I don't normally enjoy the taste that much but once I started..." She gave me a funny look and then suddenly moved up so she was laying atop me, her face pressed against mine. Her lips found mine as she began kissing me. Now I was never the kind of guy who was grossed out by kissing a woman after cumming in her mouth. My feeling had always been that if she was nice enough to swallow my jizz, it would be down right rude to deny her a kiss if she needed it. But that wasn't what this was, she was attacking my mouth with her own. Her tongue forcing into my mouth as she gripped my head with both hands.

The kiss was amazingly erotic and my cock throbbed in an echo of my orgasm. It was astoundingly arousing and I wanted to fuck her so bad. But then she pulled back and looked down at me, "Well I'll be damned..."

"What?" I gasped as I pressed my hard cock upwards, pressing into her thigh, eager to fuck her.

"I think my body shaper gave you a special little gift," she grinned, "Hormones or something, I don't know, but your cum is a little more special than it used to be."

I growled, I didn't care, I was too fucking turned on and horny to care. Then with that I grabbed her shoulders and rolled her over. My body now pressed hers down into the mattress. I slid both knees between her thighs and then pushed outwards, spreading her legs apart. She gasped, but the smile on her face said she wasn't unhappy with the rougher treatment. Reaching down I grabbed my cock and felt it throb under my own touch.

"Don't be gentle," she said as she put her hands up on my shoulders.

"I won't," I promised as I grabbed her cream colored thong and yanked it to the side, exposing her swollen and moist pussy. Then with one hand holding my body up, I used the other to guide the head of my swollen cock to her slick labia. I rubbed the cock head against her slickness several times, and she gasped each time it ran across her swollen clit. Then I pushed the head between her sodden lips.

I don't know if it was my new slightly thicker cock, or if Emily was just tighter than I was used too, but I found the way difficult, despite her natural lubrication. But she'd said not to be gentle, so I bucked my hips forwards, forcefully. My thick cock slid into her wetness an inch at a time, and she gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She cried out with little high pitched yelps each time I thrust forwards, causing her tits to jiggle wonderfully above the yanked down bra. Finally I was fully hilted inside of her. 

"Wait, wait wait," she gasped, her fingers gripping my shoulders as I got all the way into her, "Let me get used to the size."

I shook my head no, "You said not to be gentle." 

Then I drew back and thrust forwards again, hard. I felt my pubis slap against her clit as my heavy nut sack hit her ass cheeks. She cried out from the hard penetration, but I didn't relent, instead building a hard and pounding pace. I held my chest up away from her body, my hands coming down on either side of her chest, pinning her in place. There was no where for her to go, no where for her to escape the hard pounding I was giving her.

"Oh god!" she cried out, "Fuck Mike... fuck me... oh fuck!" she started cursing, her body in the throes of her bliss only a minute into it. Then she came, her already tight cunt gripping my shaft in a silken vice. She shook and threw her head back, crying out as I continued to keep driving into her.

Finally I could feel her pussy clenching, her labia gripping my shaft, every time I drew out. I channelled just the barest hint of mana into the spell I called Brookesbend's gift, and fed it to her. Her pussy gushed with lubrication as her pussy drenched itself, making the way easier for me.

After she came down from her first powerful orgasm, I stopped for a moment and then leaned back, pulling my knees upwards. Then I lifted her ankles and put them over each of my shoulders. Her ass lifted up off the mattress and I felt trickles of her juices running down my balls as I started fucking her again.

Her abdomen rocked up and down as I stroked into her, fucking her long and deep, holding her hips now. The change in the angle drove her insane. I could feel the ridge on the head of my cock rubbing against her g spot and she came again quickly.

I could feel my control slipping, but I was determined not to let my new heightened sensitivity ruin things. So I used the old trick of distracting myself, thinking about anything other than the highly pleasurable feel of her clenching and spasming cunny around my cock.

It wasn't until a few minutes later, when her third orgasm came, screaming through her body that I lost control She yelled out, and came, her pussy gushing a thin clear jet of musky cum across my abdomen. It was too much for me, the sensations along with the wonderful musk, and the visual was all I could take. I buried myself to the hilt in Emilys soaked snatch and released.

I felt myself cum and cum and cum, flooding her spasming passage with my hot seed. I'd only used just a tiny bit of mana from Brookesbend's gift, so it wasn't a ridiculous amount of jizz, but as I kept pumping and cumming, it began to splash out the sides of her well fucked pussy.

Finally I let her ankles down and then fell atop her, keeping most of my weight off her as I propped up on my elbows. We kissed and panted, alternating gasping for air and wrestling with our tongues. Meanwhile my cock continued to twitch, depositing the last few loads of spunk into her.

I rolled off her after a bit, and grabbed the thong, which was soaked with our combined juices. Pulling it back into place across her pussy, I gave it a pat, which sent another shudder through her body. "You can clean up if you need too, but you leave these panties where they are. I want you to feel me inside of you for the rest of the day." I told her as I stroked her swollen pussy through the thin wet cloth.

She shuddered, still reeling from her last orgasm, and nodded, "Yes sir."

I flopped over onto my back as my cock started to soften and lay there, catching my breath and reveling in the post orgasmic afterglow. After a while I turned my head to look at her as she lay there, her eyes half lidded, slowly touching herself, and asked, "So... did I make a better impression than the last time?"

Emily simply laughed and continued letting her hands run up and down her body slowly.

- - -

Training with Hector went well over the next few days. The cover story either worked, or the healer didn't care about what my status was as a mage. We'd told him that I was studying alternate forms of magic, which was true. But that I couldn't actually copy his spells, which was patently untrue. Part of me wondered if he had his suspicions about my true nature, but felt like healing was a skill worthy of passing on. Hector struck me as a wise, insightful, and caring man. The idea that we had lied to him and were fooling him into teaching me didn't set well with me. But then again maybe he was just happy to be discussing the healing arts with someone who could understand his secret.

In any regard, I followed him around the hospital for several days watching his every move. He put me to work too, usually with the most mundane tasks, carrying trays or changing sheets. But sometimes he'd give me a special task, sit and speak with someone in the ER while they were asleep. He had me simply sit by a bedside and hold a hospice care patient's hand for half of a shift. I did everything he asked without question, and I know that a small part of it was the guilt. I knew I'd taken two lives, brutally, in cold blood. It didn't matter that I knew it was a matter of protecting Erin and My lives. Because there was more to it than that. I was using those men, their deaths, as an escape. I would free myself from Adam Saks, I'd free Erin from her eventual slide further into darkness. I had murdered two men, and part of the reason was my own desires. So if even an ounce of mundane effort on my part brought about a bit of good back into the world, then I would do it. I would do whatever Hector the healer asked of me, and I would say nothing.

On the third day shadowing him, Hector finally began working spells in my presence. He only did them when there was no one else about, and was very careful about how much he would do. People in hospitals made miraculous recoveries all of the time. But it was a matter of what would be believable. He knew about feedback, he'd healed me twice now when I had suffered from reckless use of magic. He also told me that in his younger years, he'd had more than enough brushes with it to know that it wasn't something he cared to experience again.

So I watched as he wove mana in subtle amazingly complex patterns. Bones re-knit inside their casts, white blood cells doubled in people's veins, scars faded, pain lessened. Never all the way. No matter what healing Hector worked, he always kept it believable. It was a completely different type of magic then I'd used before, or at least before this week. It was however surprisingly similar to body shaping magic. Working mental magic, like Adam had trained me was a subtle skill. Weaving a net of mana into a spell effect that reshaped reality had a different 'feel' to it when it was casting on someone's mind or perception. This sort of physical reshaping of the body, to heal or change a person, it was much more physical, it had a weight to it.

I knew that it was something I could do.

- - -

I had just walked back into the hotel suite that had been my home, my self imposed prison, for the better part of a month when a knock sounded behind me. Opening it, Emily entered with a huge smile on her face. "I told you Mike," she said slapping a manilla envelope into my hand, "A week at most."

I eagerly unlaced the red string that tied the envelope shut, then eagerly ripped it, trying to break past the seal. Dumping out the contents on the counter to the kitchenette, I felt elation at what I saw before me. A California drivers license, a US passport, a social security card, and a sheaf of papers, clipped together.

"James Michael Wheeler?" I said as I picked up the drivers license. The photo matched my new face, and I recognized it as the one Emily had taken of me after the body shaper had worked on me. "Changed my name?"

Emily slugged me in the shoulder, what was meant to be a friendly punch I assume, but it had a little weight behind it. "Hey, you can still go by Mike. Be glad you got that and not something completely different. My man on the inside originally had you in the queue as a 'Stavros' or something like that." She rifled through the stack of papers and flipped to a page a few deep and pointed at some figures, "I hope it was worth it Mike, because that took a sizeable chunk of your savings."

I looked down at the numbers. It still seemed a bit unreal, and if it worked, it would have been worth it to lose everything. I shrugged and flipped open the passport, but finding only the same picture of my new face staring back at me. "It's hard to complain about a bank account that's still well over four million strong," I responded. Then I looked up and asked, "But wait, these numbers don't add up. Were there other fees?"

Emily flipped back a few more pages and showed me a deed. "My agent had to pay cash, and it took a little creative book keeping, but six fifty got you a nice little three bedroom, two bathroom ranch in San Dimas. Officially your father left it to you when he passed last month," She paused and flipped through the sheaf of papers till she found a packet of about seven or eight stapled together, then slid that out. "This is the history of James Michael Wheeler, you'll probably want to learn it. But, it wouldn't be out of place for you to want to sell the home your father lived in for so many years. You won't get as much for it if you sell it now, market says it's worth about four fifty, maybe five hundred tops. But we needed to establish your residence and back story. The neighborhood is good, and if you want to dump it, I'm sure you'll find a buyer. But I'd hang onto it for a little while at least, till you actually build up real credit history, not the fake stuff in the story."




Old World Magic Ch. 20



I nodded and sat down on a bar stool as I began skimming the backstory of the man that I'd suddenly become. I'd have to call Hector and tell him I couldn't make it today. I had to process this. I slid out the bank statement, a small portion of it in domestic banks of course. But the majority of it still overseas and being managed by Emily's money man that she'd set me up with. I couldn't help but wonder exactly how big of a cut Emily had taken, but knew that it didn't matter, it was worth it. "I'll call Hector and tell him..."

"No," Emily said, "You're going to keep training with him. Your plan is a good one, and you stay here till Erin returns. 

Erin, I grit my teeth, clenching my jaw. I hadn't heard from her in almost two weeks. We had agreed not to contact each other, it would make things too difficult, too risky. But now I was starting to get very worried about her. Had something gone awry? No, if it had, Adam would have made a play, wouldn't he have? "I haven't heard from Erin since..." I started to say, looking up at Emily.

"I know Mike, I know..." she cut me off, "But I have another piece of good news." My eyes rose hopefully. "I just wanted to talk to you first. Wanted to give you this, and tell you that even though you owe me, and owe me big..." She trailed off for a moment, "... well, I think I'd like to call you a friend. Even despite the life boon you owe me, I like you Mike. You're real, even through all the fake stuff you've had to go through in your life. I hope you can think of me as someone you can trust."

I stood up and hugged Emily to my chest. It wasn't sexual, I think in some ways that was past us now. But I hugged her and felt a pain in my chest, I don't know if it was hope, gladness, what, but I felt like someone was squeezing my chest, and I wasn't talking about the hug that Emily was returning. "Of course I do Emily, of course I do."

We simply hugged for a few minutes more then she broke it off. Her eyes looked a little damp, but she was smiling. "Good, because there's someone here to see you, and I'm going to get out of your hair and give the two of you your privacy."

My spirits soared, it had to be Erin, right? Emily had said that she had news about Erin, good news. Now there was someone to see me? Emily collected her things and moved to the door. But she stopped at the portal and looked back and said, "Don't tire yourself out too much Mike, I know Hector is expecting you again at the hospital tomorrow."

I nodded then she opened the door and went into the hallway. To someone I couldn't see, she said, "Ok, he's all yours."

I expected the coppery haired Erin to enter, so it was a bit of a shock when it wasn't. Pale skin, stunningly beautiful, slim, raven haired, and with eyes that changed color as she looked at me. She leaned against the door frame and ran a hand down her hip as she purred, "Why hello there big boy, I guess the reports of your death have been greatly exaggerated."

My jaw snapped shut with a click as I realized I'd had my mouth wide open. Then after a false start I sighed and addressed the succubus in front of me, "Hello Ruby, why don't you come in?"

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To be continued.



Old World Magic Ch. 21



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Author's Note : Sorry this chapter is a bit shorter. Originally it was a bit longer, but the flow of the chapter felt too broken, so I split it into chapters 21 and 22. It also helped to keep to the standard of some plot and a sex scene per chapter. Hope you enjoy it just as much as the others despite it's shorter length. Don't forget to favorite, 5 star, or leave comments or feedback. I read it all!

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"Hello Ruby, why don't you come in?" I said to the succubus that was leaning in the doorway of my hotel suite. I don't know how she found me, or what it meant for Erin who was supposed to be at the brothel Ruby ran. But I did know that I wanted her out of the hallway before anything was said that might be heard by a passerby.

"Don't mind if I do handsome." She said as she entered the suite. I shut the door behind her, and she took the chance to press me up against the wall. Her charcoal grey business women's suit did nothing to hide her figure, instead accentuating the slim yet curvy body beneath. She pressed against me and raised up on her toes to whisper in my ear, "We've missed you at the hideaway sexy. Her hand caressing my crotch through the blue jeans I was wearing..

I pushed her back from me. While I normally gained mana from sex, I wouldn't if I gave into Ruby. As a succubus she sustained her existence on the life force of mortals. Or in the case of mages, she would drain mana. I wanted my mana pool to remain available to me for tomorrow's lessons with Hector, the mage who could heal people. "How did you find me Ruby? I worked really hard on faking my death."

She smiled and turned, walking into the suite, her hips sashaying erotically. She stopped at the windows and then unbuttoned her jacket and threw it over a chair, turning back towards me. I could see her nipples, hard as rocks, poking through the white silk shirt she wore underneath. In spite of myself, I felt a pang of arousal towards the demoness. She smiled and beckoned me towards her. I found myself walking towards her before I even thought about it. But when I stood before her, she took my hand with both of hers and lifted it up to show me my palm. I felt the warm sensation of magic for a moment, then a small black mark appeared on the palm of my hand before fading away. 

"Did you forget Mike?" She asked, "We have a deal. I taught you some of my magic, in exchange you agreed to try to find a way to free me." As she spoke her form changed in front of me, her features flowing like water and her body reshaping in front of me. Her chest expanded, stretching the silk of her shirt as her breasts grew. Her skin flushed, then changed color completely, going from a pale skin tone to a crimson that no human would ever have. She let go of my hand and pulled her silk top off, baring her breasts which were unfettered by a bra. Then she stretched, and I watched as an inky pair of leathery bat wings unfurled from behind her shoulders. She leaned forwards, unbuttoning her suit pants and slid them down crimson colored legs. As she did she kicked off her heels, and I watched as her feet shrunk and shifted. They darkened as she grew in height, her ankles stretching and becoming digitigrade cloven hooves. The extra joint in her legs gave her several more inches in height, bringing her to my eye level. She looked down at me with crimson eyes and smiled a feral grin. Black horns grew from her head and backwards across the top of her skull. She was showing me a demonic form for a reason and the nudity and sexuality of it wasn't all of it. I could tell she was trying to intimidate me as she smiled with sharp incisor teeth at me. When she spoke, her voice was deeper, more smoky and sensual, "Because of our deal I'd know if you'd died. I didn't believe it for a moment when we got word that you'd been 'murdered' by some hit man from New York. I hope you didn't feel like you could fool me and try to get out of our deal with such a cheap stunt."

She held her hand in front of her and I saw that her fingernails had turned into two inch long razor sharp claws, tipping the ends of her still feminine hands. Now I knew she was trying to intimidate me. She wouldn't harm me, I was her best chance at freedom. I grew angry at her failed manipulation and mock aggression. Thankfully I knew how to turn the tables, she'd forgotten that I was a trained mage with mental shielding. I could not only resist her carnal lusts turned into physical seduction, but I could turn them around on her.

I looked at her perfect crimson breasts capped with deep red, almost purple nipples. The inhuman hourglass figure flared out into wide hips and a round ass. Her hairless sex was fat and puffy, with thick outer labia that already glistened with moisture. I smiled at her and said, "Fool you Ruby? Why would I do that?"

I gathered my mental shielding around me tightly, making sure that she could not wash away my willpower with her sexual desires. But I also let the barest trickle of mana flow forth, through my body to my fingertips, ready to give her just the faintest taste of that which she desired. Then quickly I moved towards her, shoving her backwards till her back hit the floor to ceiling windows behind her. She gasped slightly, but I pressed my sensual attack. I slapped my palm against her swollen cunt, making her gasp again even louder. Curling two fingers, I pushed them inside her hot wet pussy, and she cried out, her head banging backwards against the glass. Her demonic juices began to flow down over my fingers into my hand as I slid my digits in and out of her, causing her to moan. Her clawed hands gripped my shoulders and she panted, breathing heavily as her full tits pressed against the simple t shirt I was wearing.

She gasped and panted, I knew that I'd broken her spell and she knew it too. Both of us knew who had the upper hand in this game of desire and need. So when she spoke again, her eyes glowing crimson full of lust, it was with a slight hint of a whine, "Please Mike, I'm so hungry. I haven't fed on a mage in so long, please..."

Her words were cut short when I pulled my fingers from her sodden slit and slapped her pussy again. The squelching noise of her wet cunt was audible over her gasp, and she trembled, her knees shaking visibly from the contact. Even from this contact I could feel her draining off my mana. So summoning as much willpower as I could, I stepped back from her. My cock was painfully hard, pressing against the denim of my jeans, but I managed to reign myself in. "Maybe," I said, causing her to moan in frustration. "But first you're going to tell me everything. How you found me, what's been going on at the hideaway, what you're doing here, everything."

She threw herself at me, her mouth attacking mine, her body pressing into me, her cunt rubbing against my thigh leaving a trail of her juices as she ground against me. "I swear, I'll tell you everything, but I can't think straight. Please Mike, just feed me first!"

Despite my shielding, despite my willpower, and despite the fact that I wanted to keep my mana to myself, I admitted that I also wanted this. I managed to add in an authoritative voice, "and you'll also answer me some questions about your powers too."

She nodded eagerly, her tongue, now long and forked, purple and shining with her saliva, licked her lips. I smiled and said, "Ok, you obviously need it and..."

I didn't even get a chance to finish my sentence. She lunged forwards, her clawed talons catching the waistband of my jeans and tearing them downwards and out. From the waist band out, they fell away in shreds, along with my boxer shorts, freeing my semi hard cock. A quick slash upwards parted my t shirt like it was tissue paper from the bottom all the way to the neckline. My clothing hanging in my body in shreds, she shoved me backwards and I stumbled as the denim fell around my ankles. I fell back onto the suite's couch and Ruby practically leapt on me.

Her leathery wings curled back against her back as a long sinuous tail with pointed tip waved behind her as she dropped to her knees in front of me. Her mouth was upon my cock in the blink of an eye, and she began giving me a sloppy blow job as her talons shrunk back to human sized finger nails. With both hands wrapped around my thick shaft, she began drooling copiously all over my cock head. I moaned as she began jerking my cock, her saliva lubricating the double fisted stroking. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and slithered around my cock, licking and squeezing even as her lips kissed the head of the quickly hardening shaft.

I shrugged my way out of the remains of my t shirt, and should have been astounded at the fact that her talons hadn't even touched my skin, but I was too busy focusing on the oral delights I was receiving. I felt that driving need, that desire, oh so human urging me on. I'd gotten used to regular sex since becoming a mage, and I'd been going too long without. I knew intellectually that sex with Ruby would drain my mana, not contribute to it, but that primal desire, that urge, was too strong to deny. I groaned in frustration and lust as the succubus's head bobbed up and down on my dick, her hands working it fiercely.

I gripped her horns as I felt the first orgasm brewing. Forcefully I guided her head up and down as I bucked my hips, fucking her mouth. One hand slid down to my balls to caress them as her lips went lower, and she forced my cock deep into her throat. I felt the fat swollen head of my cock slide past her tongue and into the tight vice of her throat. I continued fucking her face and holding her head by her demonic horns as I got closer and closer to the edge. I leaned to the side and saw her neck bulging as my dick thrust deep.

That visual was too much for me, and I roared as I felt the up-welling in my soul. From deep in side of my very being I felt a drawing, a tug, and I came powerfully. My seed surged through my cock and all the way down into Ruby's throat. I knew what that drain was, even as I was powerless to stop it. I felt my mana draining along with my thick cum, filling Ruby, entering not just her throat and her stomach, but her very essence. Were I a normal man it would have been a bit of my life force, that which the demoness needed to survive. But thankfully I wasn't a normal man, I was a mage, and that meant that I could feed her raw mana.

She came up as I let her horns go and fell back against the couch. Still kneeling between my knees, her eyes glowed crimson like bright red LEDs. She licked her lips, and I could tell she was still hungry. "Give me a moment and I'll be ready to go again," I said as I ran one hand down her silky black hair as it fell along side her face.

"No," she said simply. Then she raised up on her cloven hooves and took my face in both hands. Her lips met mine and she kissed me. Suddenly I felt a rush of energy flowing back from her. Through our lips passed power, red hot, electric, spicy, and flaming power. I gasped, my back arching as this heat flowed into me. My eyes bulging wide and briefly flashing red as the new power settled into my body. "I don't feel like waiting," she said with a smile as she broke the kiss.

I wanted to ask her what had happened, what she'd done to me. But my cock ached, rock hard and needing another release. I could not put into words what was in my head, all there was in me was the raw animal lust, fanned from a flame into a raging inferno by whatever this succubus had just done. I yelled out wordlessly and grabbed her by the neck. Her grin widened as I stood, lifting her straight up. Her purple lips curled away from her fangs in a snarl fueled by the animal lust between us. She didn't breathe, so the tight grip on her neck was harmless. But I wouldn't say what happened next was.

Roaring I lifted her so that her cloven feet left the floor and then threw her. Over my shoulder, I tossed her as if she were no heavier than a bag of flour. She crashed down into the table, flipping it as she landed atop the edge. I looked down for a moment and kicked off the shredded remains of my ankles and stepped out of the socks on my feet. A demonic snarl was all the warning I had as I looked up. Ruby's grin was wide and aggressive as she crouched on all fours. Her wings unfurled and she leapt towards me, her wings beating once as she rocketed towards me. My hands went up and caught her taloned hands as they slashed in my direction. I spun, her wrists held tightly, and threw her towards the windows.

The safety windows bowed slightly, but did not crack as her nude form crashed against them. She slid down to land on her cloven feet, but I was on her again before she could recover. Again my hand gripped her throat and squeezed. Her hand came around to slash at my face, but I was ready, and ducked one razor talon before catching her other slashing attack. I pulled her towards me and then slammed her back against the windows again, lifting as I did so.

Despite not needing to breath, she gasped and paused. Looking down at me her eyes literally swirled with glowing red color. Her voice was deep and husky and she spoke as she looked at me, her full breasts heaving just below my eye line, "See? I told you I didn't like waiting." Her tail curled against my testicles and I looked down to see it stroking my rock hard cock. She laughed and said, "Nothing like a good tussle to get the blood flowing, eh?"

I let out a short barking laugh, then threw her to the ground. She landed, catching herself on her hands and knees and was about to push back up before I was on her. Her leathery wings spread wide as my weight bore her to the ground, her face pressed into the hotel carpet. "Stay down," I snarled in her ear.

The overwhelming smell of sex and spice filled my nostrils this close to her. But her butt pressed upwards, back against my hard dick as she said, "I submit."

With no further need, I gave in to my lusts. I reached down between us to drive my fingers back into her cunt. I found it sodden, literally dripping with juices. Already I could feel her slick secretions pooling on the carpet below her thick pussy. She gasped as I drove my fingers deep into her silken wetness. But I wasn't trying to work her up and get her turned on, we were both well past that point. 

I drew my fingers out of her, now covered in her slick demonic slime. Then I rubbed my fingers over the head of my cock, slicking it with her juices. She had time to moan just once before I pulled back slightly and grabbed her tail. Then in one thrust, I drove my cock forwards, spearing her tight asshole. Her taloned hands scrabbled at the carpet and her cloven hooves kicked as I plunged deep into her ass.

I fucked her hard and fast, one hand pressing down against her back between her shoulder-blades. Her hips bucked backwards as I thrust down into her. A normal woman wouldn't be able to take my large cock in her ass this hard, this quickly. But Ruby was no normal woman. Her crimson flesh clenched around my stiffness as I speared down into her soft round rump.

She came, quickly, as I sodomized her. Her tail thrashing and wrapping around my hip as her pussy sprayed a jet of spicy musky girl cum. My balls slapped against her spasming pussy as she soaked them. The tight viselike grip of her ass slowed my rampant thrusting, but did not stop me. I kept fucking her ass, pressing her face and chest into the carpet as I let my animalistic lusts play out. She came three more times before I finally lost the ability to hold out.

When I did reach my peak, I buried myself to the hilt in her ass. My balls slapping one last time against her swollen pussy before I came. This one was silent, my mouth opened but no cry came forth as my cock spewed hot spunk deep into Ruby's ass. I felt that tugging again as more of my mana was drawn from my internal pool, along with the demonic strength she'd granted me.

I rolled away from her, panting and gasping for air. Despite the great shape my body was in, as much as I worked out, that was just one of the most vigorous bouts of fucking I've ever had in my life... any of my lives.

- - -

I toweled off my wet hair as I walked back into the suite's living room area. Calling out to Ruby before I finished, "So what the hell was all that?"

"You've heard of a succubus kiss," she said rolling her eyes. She was back in her human form, and had put her discarded clothing back on the pale skinned and petite frame. She seemed to be inspecting her fingernails, which were now painted black, though they hadn't been before.

"I have," I admitted. "But I thought that was what you used to feed, what you used to draw energy from your... ahem... friends."

"Oh Mike, you should know by now that I draw energy using any part of me I want." She chuckled, "But no, the kiss can be used to drain energy or to grant it. I gave you a little taste of my own power back, just to see how you'd handle it." I sat down on the love seat so i could look at her as we talked. I pulled the wet towel away from my hair and looked for a place to throw it. "Nice robe by the way," Ruby laughed. "I'll bet you even used the hotel shampoo too, didn't you?"

I glared at her for a moment and then tossed the wet towel at her face. She caught it and tossed it to the floor next to the wet spot from her copious juices on the carpet. "Yeah, not that it matters. We can't all shift our forms to suit our needs after all."

Ruby smiled and winked, "But you could if you wanted too, couldn't you Mike?"

My eyes narrowed, "How do you know.... What aren't you telling me?"

"Oh sweet heart," she chuckled, "I know so much more than you could ever realize. I could fill books with the information I'm not telling you. Did you forget that I'm a several hundred year old demoness?"

I glanced at the wet spot on the carpet, large enough that it looked like someone dumped out a vase of water. "No, I think the red skin, horns, and cloven feet that I saw a little while ago would make it pretty hard for me to forget that."

Ruby laughed genuinely and clapped her hands together, "Yes, well, I know a lot more than you might think. Things like the fact that you're an archmage. You're one of the rare few that can cast spells across your usual discipline. It's one of the reasons I agreed to teach you my ability to mesmerize. Because you'll be able to learn demon binding spells and hopefully free me from my servitude to that brothel."

I pulled a chair around to the couch and sat down in front of it, straddling the back and leaning against it as I looked at her. "How long?" I asked, "How long have you known what I was?"

She smiled still, enjoying knowing more than me, "Since before Adam left the brothel to try to recruit you. You see Mike, he knows I'm trapped there, and he knows that I can handle and take the secrets and pressures of the magical world. So I'm not just his business partner that runs the brothel, I'm not just his occasional fuck toy when he feels like something exotic, but I'm also his de facto shrink. He can, and does, tell me things he couldn't tell anyone else. Things like he has a lead on another student, one not as promising as you were to him of course. But even a skilled eromancer in your pocket is a powerful tool."

"He's recruiting another student?" I asked, thinking quickly, "So does that mean that he thinks that I'm..."

"Yes," she nodded, "when he heard the news he was furious. He took a baseball bat to half the house. I'm not sure if he was more angry at himself for letting you go off and get killed, or you for doing it. But in either regard, I saw no reason to tell him that you weren't really dead."

She glanced down at my hand, and I knew she was hinting at the mark she'd put on me. "Thanks," I muttered. Then something she said clicked in my mind. "Wait a second. You knew I was an archmage before Adam came to get me? That means Adam knew the whole time?"




Old World Magic Ch. 21



Ruby nodded, "He had been watching you for years, and even as an unawakened mage, you were showing signs, subconscious magical spells. He almost didn't tap you, because he was afraid he couldn't control someone that would grow into someone with the ability to cast cross discipline."

"Well," I muttered, "Assaulting me the way he did to 'punish' me was the wrong choice. It only made me resolve to leave."

Ruby examined her fingernails, and the color changed to a deep red before my eyes, "Oh Mike, you were going to leave anyways. Maybe not as soon as you did, but you wouldn't have been happy staying there. I knew it, Cheyenne knew it, but I don't think you or Adam knew it."

"So why didn't you say anything?"

She shrugged, "I figured it would be the best way to get free. You weren't growing under Adam. Not like you did when you first got there at least. I know he wouldn't have been able to teach you demonology at least. So yeah, it was in my best interests not to tell you. If you figured it out on your own, if you suffered under Adam's yoke long enough, you'd break off or die trying. I figured having you and Adam stay 'friends' wouldn't work to my purposes. You had to come to hate him, to want to hurt him, in order to fulfill your end of the bargain. Because when you free me, oh brother, is it going to hurt." She paused and grinned at me again, conspiratorially, as she added, "Then a few days after your 'death' when a certain red headed prostitute showed up on the stairs of the hideaway, begging for work, I knew my plan had worked. I could smell her on you, your scent, your magical aura, even a hint of it in her voice... she brought along a bit of your accent somehow, though I don't think she realized it. I thought it might have been just that you had a type at first. Slender, petite yet curvy, red hair, pretty, young. But then I realized that it was actually Erin herself that you'd sent to me. I wasn't sure why at first, and you can imagine my surprise when I tried to glamour her and make her tell me, only to find that it had no effect."

"I put mental shielding on her," I said, "I couldn't risk Adam finding out what she was up too."

"Smart," Ruby admitted, "at first I thought she was just one of those people that was resistant to glamour. They aren't common, but it happens from time to time, so I didn't think too much of it."

I leaned forwards, elbows on my knees, "If you figured out who she was, do you think Adam will?"

Ruby shook her head, then shrugged her shoulders, "It's possible. But maybe not. The first few days after your death, he was simply in a rage. Angry at himself, at you, at the guy who'd killed you and escaped without a trace. Then he went into seclusion for a few days and wouldn't come out of his basement workshop. That was when Erin, going by the name Kia incase you're wondering, showed up at the door. Adam doesn't deal with the working girls, that's my job. He just fucks them occasionally. But by the time he noticed we had a new girl on campus, he was already making plans to fly out. Some old woman in Atlanta that he claimed he's related too. Apparently he's been watching her literally for her whole life from afar. Well, was diagnosed with cancer, and he's going to figure out if she has the potential to be awakened. He's been gone for weeks, which I'm going to assume is a sign that she does. If she was hopeless, he'd have been back already."

I nodded, chewing on my thumbnail as I processed all this information. Ruby stood up and began walking towards the door. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"Work Mike." she said over her shoulder as she collected her suit jacket. "I'm not just here for a fuck, I have to interview new girls this month, same as always. You know how high the attrition rate is."

"Wait!" I called out, "I haven't heard from Erin in weeks. Can you tell me what's going on with her?"

Ruby leaned against the wall near the door and looked at me. Then she did something decidedly human and vulnerable, she bit her lip and chewed on it for a moment before answering. "She's been sleeping with Cheyenne. I mean that in every sense too. They share a bedroom in the house and they are inseparable. Cheyenne was low Mike, really low. When she heard you died she took it bad. Not like, kill herself bad, but like withdrawing from the world. I think the guilt of that caused Kia... I mean Erin, to reach out to Cheyenne. I think Erin's afraid to tell you, and I think she's afraid that she's going to fail when Adam returns."

"She told you the plan?" I gasped.

Ruby rolled her eyes and then opened the door and walked into the hall, "Of course Mike, I told you, I know so much more than you realize."

The door swung shut behind her, and I rubbed the bridge of my nose. How was it that I was free from Adam, and yet I felt even more manipulated than ever? I stood up and grabbed the packet of information detailing my new life. It would be best if I started to memorize it.

- - -

The next few days were pretty uneventful. Emily stopped by each day to check on me, but no sex. I wasn't sure if she was trying to give me the bums rush to get out of her hotel now that I had my new identity, or if she was sad that I'd be leaving soon. There was a new, comfortable, friendship between us. It was almost like the sex between us had put us on a new level. I still owed her, and owed her big, but giving her a good mind blowing lay had sort of given me a bit of respect in her eyes. When she stopped in, we chatted about nothing important, the weather, the casino, things of no real consequence. Whenever I did try to bring up my future plans, she would cut me off. "You're going to keep in touch with me, keep me up to date with a current phone number for whenever I decide to call in my marker," she'd said more than once, "But other than that, it's probably better if I don't know where you're going or what you're doing."

I shadowed Hector during the days, and at night practiced some of the healing magic I'd witnessed. It was a lot tougher than mind magic only because of the passive nature of learning I was doing. I wished I could try using magic to heal with Hector watching, but it wasn't worth letting him know I was an archmage. So with a small pen knife with a wood handle, I practiced on my own. A small cut on my own flesh, then mana poured into the proper weave to knit the wound. Over and over till I became too tired and drawn on mana to continue.

I could have practiced all night, and tried larger spells, if I'd been getting laid. But somehow I felt a little worn out. The break in the everyday sex had changed my attitude. When Adam had awakened my magical abilities, I'd become a sexual compulsive. I fucked every day, every night, and usually multiple times in each. I began to think of how I'd been treating Cheyenne and Erin. I'd fucked them passionately, but without any emotion. I'd fucked them as if they were a battery charger, not considering the feelings they'd been sharing with me. I knew there was more to their feelings than simply good sex. I don't know if it was my personality, their needs, or some magical glamour that I was enthralling them with without even being aware of it. But I hadn't been fair to them.

I'd told both of them that they were special to me, and that was the truth. But they'd both expressed deeper feelings, feelings of love, and I hadn't returned those feelings. I thought about my wife from my first life. Renee Gray, the woman who'd I'd chosen to marry back when I was just a normal guy. She'd been a good enough woman I suppose, and our relationship had started passionately. But eventually, after years of failing to have a child, then giving up, we'd lost our spark. We'd no longer had that passion that we'd had early on, and honestly I think we both resented each other because our lives had been less than perfect.

I hadn't thought much about Renee in the months since I'd awakened, but in the last few weeks, I'd had a lot of time to think about a lot of things. I thought about how distant we'd grown in the last few years, and understood why she'd chosen to step out on me. I thought about how betrayed I'd felt, and how it had finalized my decision to go with Adam. How it had been the final catalyst to abandon my old life, abandon the life of Michael Gray, unemployed high school teacher, married man, overweight and middle aged. How knowledge of that betrayal had let me put that behind and become the mage, Mike Naughton.

I thought about how that life was gone now too. Mike Naughton had to die to free myself from the yoke of Adam Saks, my once mentor. I understood that he was from an older generation, much older. The idea of the apprentice being disciplined by the master was not wrong to him, it was unquestioned. But he didn't realize that I had been a teacher as well in my life. While he may have been a few hundred years older than me, I considered us both teachers. For him to betray my trust, for him to ... discipline ... me the way he did. It was a violation, and I knew that it had created a rift between us. That rift would never be healed, because there was no longer trust between us. Thus he would continue to punish me and no doubt the punishments would become harsher. That was something I was not willing to accept. But I could not fight him straight on. He was too strong, too experienced, his magic too great for me to try to go toe to toe with. 

So Mike Naughton had to die and now here I was, James Michael Wheeler. I forgave Renee for her duplicity, for cheating on me. I suspected that I might, in the future, even forgive Adam. Not now of course, but maybe by the time I was ready for my fourth life. Fourth life? Was I really already considering that? I'd only started my third a few days ago, and I was considering a fourth? Here I was, one man, less than forty years old, though I appeared half that age, who was already on his third life. I'd died on two people already that were important in my previous lives, Renee and Adam. Who would I have to die to get away from in the future? 



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to be continued



Old World Magic Ch. 22



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Author's Note: First off, to any fans who have waited patiently for over a year for this chapter, thank you. The fact of the matter is I just lost Mike's "voice" inside my head. A month or two ago, he started speaking to me again and I knew it was time to pick up the pen again, as it were. Sorry to make you wait so long.

Secondly, this chapter is decidedly non-erotic. It's a lot of plot and it is all things needed to set up the next 'phase' in Mike's story. If you only want to read for titillation, you're going to have to wait for chapter 23. I promise there's going to be sex in that one. 

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*thock*

The satisfying feel of the gloves hitting the bag, that sound, it was so familiar and so satisfying.

*THOCK thock thock THOCK*

"Good, good," Vincenzo encouraged.

*thock thock thock THOCK*

"Watch it, you're drawing left when you jab right," He chided, "you could swerve right into a hook."

*thock thock thock thock thock thock THOCK*

"Better, now give me the double with a right cross again. This time keep your head up."

*thock thock thock THOCK*

"Good, better, but that's enough for today. Go hit the showers kid." 

I nodded, my breath coming fast from the workout. I held my hands out and he unlaced the gloves quickly despite the knobby joints of his fingers, Age may have taken his body out of the game, but not his head. Guys like me, they didn't get a chance to work with Vincenzo unless they got lucky, had a lot of potential, or they had connections, powerful connections. Me, I had all three. Vincenzo was going to take me to the bigs, there was no better trainer in all of Brooklyn.

He cut the tape from my fists with blunt tipped scissors and then waved me off, "Go on, you know who is waitin' for you, an I don't think you wanna keep him waiting."

"No," I heard myself saying, "Not a good idea. I'll catch ya tomorrow V." Why did my voice sound so different? It was higher pitched than usual, and younger, it wasn't my voice. I saw my hand reach out and slap the heavy bag I'd been beating on for the last hour under Vincenzo's trained eye, then turned and made my way through the gym. There were other boxers here, other guys training, but none of them could beat me. I was the star of the gym and everyone knew it. I was going to the big time. Scouts had already been talking to my family, and I'd been approached by a few agents. No one important though, the street rats, the bums, the guys who'd take on anyone. I needed one good fight, one good win, then the big boys would show up. 

"Timmy," I heard the voice as I entered the locker room, and turned to see him. Everyone knew James the neck, he worked for Paul. If you fucked with James, you fucked with Paul, and if you fucked with Paul, bad things tended to happen. "Lookin good little man," he said as he crushed a cigarette butt beneath his shoe.

"Don't call me little man," I said as I looked up at the taller skinny man with defiance on my face. I didn't say anything else, but I'm sure my expression said it.

"Relax Tim, relax. Look, Paul wanted me to talk to you. He knows about the fight coming up, and there's a lot of heat on you. No one thinks you're going to lose." He paused and I saw his fingers twitch, almost as if they already missed the cigarette he'd just stubbed out. "But you're going too. You're going to take a fall in the fourth round. You do this, and Paul will be very grateful."

I gasped, I didn't take a fall! But I didn't say anything. James leaned in, "Very grateful, this is your chance in Timmy. How long boxing gonna take care of you at best? But you know Paul and the family can. Plus it's not like it's going to end your career, it's just one fight."

My jaw clenched so hard I felt like my teeth were going to snap. I felt my fists clench in anger, even though I didn't want to hit the tall man in front of me. I knew I really had no choice. But I couldn't say anything. I just stood there staring.

"Good, good," James said slapping my shoulder and walking past me. "He knew you'd understand."

I heard the hard soles of his shoes as he left the locker room. I felt like I heard them for far longer than possible, then I could finally move. Take a fall? I'd never taken a dive. I didn't have a perfect record, but it was damn good, and the scouts were watching. But could I dare to defy Paul?

I went to the sink and splashed cold water on my face. Wait, that wasn't my face was it? I didn't look like that, did I? I gripped the sink edge and shook it as my rage flowed through my powerful arms. This wasn't fair, why now? Why did this happen to me? And what was that mark on my temple?

I turned my head to the side and looked at the mark on my head in the mirror. Round, black edges. I leaned in and looked closely, it was a hole. Blood began to pour from it and run down the side of my face. Oh, right, it was a bullet hole, that was where I'd been shot. I forgot I was dead.

I sat up in bed, gasping. My sheets were coated in sweat. Another fucking nightmare. 

"I'm not Tim," I said to myself softly as I gripped the bed sheets, "My name is Mike. It was just another nightmare, it wasn't real. My name is Mike, not Tim."

Sunlight streamed in through the window of the hotel room that had been my home for the better part of the month and lit the room brightly. I'd forgotten to close the shades when I'd gone to bed last night and the dossier of papers about my new life was sitting on the bed near me. Open, the name read out to me, 'James Michael Wheeler.'

"Ok," I said shaking my head as I let reality begin to seep back into my existence, "Maybe it's not even Mike anymore."

- - -

The soft sibilant sound of air being pumped through a tube into the man's nose was a pleasant counterpoint to the insistent beeping of the machines in the room. Critical Care room 7, it wasn't the emergency room, but it was about one step away. I waited, knowing Hector was going to use his healing magic on this man. He was a hair's breadth away from death. Hector was going to use his healing magic on this man. Nothing dramatic or even obvious would happen, but I'd seen him do it dozens of times over the last few days. He'd give the man a gentle nudge back towards convalescence. Repair some internal damage, stimulate the man's healing, ease his pain, put the man into a deeper sleep than the medicine in his system was allowing. They were all little things, but they added up, and it would mean the man would one day walk out of the hospital and not be taken out in a hearse.

"You do it now Mike," he said to me as we stood over the man's bed.

I did a double take as I looked at the kindly older black man. He was a healer, a mage who focused on healing magic, and I'd been shadowing him trying to learn how to heal just by watching. I was an arch mage, and I had been practicing in secret, but I didn't think he knew. Emily, a luck mage, had told me that being discovered as an arch mage, someone who could cast spells outside of their discipline, could be dangerous. So I'd been careful not to let anyone else know. "What?" I asked after a few moments of silence between us, "I can't, I'm an eros mage."

He chuckled softly. It was a deep and low chuckle that seemed to come from deep in his old chest. "Ah,Mike," he said stretching out my name long and slow, "we both know that's not true. You tink I'da shown you e'rethin I had if I didn't tink you could use it? Didn't know you could use it?"

I opened my mouth to protest, but I caught something in Hector's eyes. Old, wise eyes, I'd always thought. They were eyes that had seen and experienced a lot and hid away many secrets. But not right now, now they looked at me hard. They bore into me, not angry, but ready, waiting, watching. This was a test and I knew it, Hector was testing me. But for what I didn't know. Maybe he wanted to see if I'd do what he said. Maybe he suspected I was an archmage. Maybe he just wanted to see if I could heal as well as he could.

Fuck it, I was supposed to be learning from him. If he found out what I was and turned me into the Silence, I'd deal with it when the time came. I closed my eyes and thought about the various patterns and intricate paths of mana I'd seen him weave over the last few days. I started small, letting mana trickle into a lattice of arcane paths, creating the spell that he always started with. Then I opened my eyes.

I wasn't looking at a sick man anymore. Not exactly at least. The spell had given me a new type of sight, and I was looking at this man not only as he was now, broken and barely clinging to life, but as he was and could be. I saw him healthy, in the prime of his life, I saw him as a child full of potential, I saw him as a decrepit old man, I saw him in every state of being he could be in all at once.

I slammed my eyes shut, my head pounding as if someone had driven a spike into the side of it. I stumbled back away from the bed, but felt Hector's hands catch me and hold me with a gentle strength. "Easy dere," he muttered, "Don't look at it all, jus' look at what 'e might be in de next breath, and t'en de one after that. Jus' focus on findin' a version of him that's healthier, safer."

I swallowed and tried to push away the pain in my head, knowing it was feedback from the spell, and realizing I couldn't do anything about it right now. I opened my eyes and just thought about the man as he was before I'd cast the spell. There, he was 'back to normal' in my sight, but not really. There was a shimmer around him, like the way something looks out of the corner of your eye, not fully there. I looked at it and focused on it and his body changed to my eyes. I saw him give up on even that last spark of life and watched his body cease. I'd gone the wrong way and blinked, resetting my view of him. He was as he had been, and I 'looked' the other way. Slowly I saw his form appear to grow healthier and more hale, I let the images spin across my field of vision, two or three at a time till he was healthy enough to stand up and dance out of the hospital.

"Too much, you'd kill you'self tryin' ta heal that much." Hector whispered softly, "No one could explain that kind'a recovery.

Hector was right and I let the visions slide back to a sick and broken man laying in the hospital bed. But not so far as he had been before the spell.

"Ya, that's good, right there," He said softly, "Now do th' spell. Make reality match that vision."

I'd been watching him for days and I now understood much better how he did what he did. Healing wasn't brute force magic, or at least it wasn't the way Hector did it. This was no command to another person to get what I wanted. This wasn't forcing mana into a pattern to multiply cum production like Brookesbend's gift. This wasn't body shaping, which was the molding of flesh. This was different than what I was used too, it was more like a gentle coaxing. I began the intricate patterns that I'd seen Hector use, letting mana trickle into them. I felt the man's body shifting slightly, towards that image of him I was picturing. Microscopic capillaries that had been damaged and blocked cleared and repaired. Muscles that were bruised deep inside his body flushed with blood and began to pull together. White blood cells flooded his system rushing along their pathways.

I stepped back gasping. I felt weak, it was my first truly successful healing. It was different then the self practice I'd been trying in secret and now I understood. A successful healing, at least the way Hector taught me, was a gentle guiding of the body to simply do what it would do normally, simply at an accelerated pace. I tried to draw air into my lungs, but Hector pat me on the shoulder and chuckled, "Good start Mike. Sit down and I'll finish 'er off."

Not willing to argue, I leaned against the wall, gripping the hard plastic chair that sat against it. I watched as Hector effortlessly weaved spells and continued where I'd left off. Bones knit infections vanished, pain was soothed. When he was done the man didn't look much different, but I knew that he was not going to die. In fact with some time and physical recovery he would walk out of the hospital completely recovered. His family and doctors would say that he was lucky, that he made great progress. Religious people in his life would talk about how God was watching over him.

But it had been me. Hector and I had taken this man from the very edge of death to a place where he would eventually recover. I felt a rush of power, of self satisfaction, of...

I gasped again, looking at Hector, "I just felt an infusion of mana into my system." He nodded at me and I felt I had to explain. "I normally only get flush with mana like that from having sex."

"C'mon with me Mike," he said, "We're going to talk somewhere quiet I tink."

Hector led me to the stairs and upwards. We went to the very top of the staircase to a heavy door with a warning sign in large bold letters. WARNING - IF DOOR IS OPENED ALARM WILL SOUND. As he reached for the door I grabbed his elbow, "Wait," I pointed at the sign, "The alarm."

"Don'chu worry, is not goin' off." He said with a smile before pushing the door open and leading us out onto the roof of the hospital. It was hot out, but it didn't seem to bother the older man at all. In fact he drew in a great lungfull of the hot pre-noon air and turned to smile at me.

"Did you use some sort of magic?" I asked, confused because I didn't see him cast any spells to silence the alarm. "To make it so the alarm didn't go off, I mean."

He chuckled, a long and low and deep chuckle, "No," he said shaking his head, "Someone on maintenance. Tey cut a few wires some years ago so that they could come up to smoke." He nodded towards one edge of the roof and I followed his gaze. Near the edge of the roof I saw two nurses holding cups of coffee and smoking cigarettes as they chatted. I couldn't help but laugh. "Less go over there, have a chat." He motioned towards the other edge of the roof where we'd have some privacy.

I followed him, feeling both weak and empowered, confused and clear headed. I didn't know if Hector was going to turn me into the Silence for being an archmage, but he clearly knew. I didn't say anything, just followed him to the edge of the roof. He leaned on the low wall at the edge, 'parapet' my mind supplied to me defining it from some far off memory. I mirrored him and looked down. Just a hot parking lot and sidewalk, nothing much to speak of, and beyond that a road with traffic flowing at a normal pace. If I craned my head I could see a park off to my left, and the vegas strip in the distance.

"So," I said simply after a long period of silence when I felt sweat beginning to build up, "You know, huh?"

"We've always known." He said simply, turning to me. His deep brown eyes meeting mine and offering no judgement or accusation, just a statement. Just a fact. But in that simple three word sentence he told me so much. I didn't have to worry about whoever the Silence were or if they'd find me. Because whoever, whatever, they were, Hector was one of them. Not only that, I didn't have to keep it a secret anymore. I no longer had to hide that I was an archmage. But it did mean that this was coming to a head.

"Why didn't you say anything until today?" I asked, wondering how powerful he could be. I couldn't 'read' his thoughts, but I always had trouble with other mages, so I hadn't thought about it. I still didn't know if he was a 'simple healer' as he claimed, or if he was an archmage as well.

"Because, we made a deal a long time ago with the man you tink of as Adam Saks. We leave him alone, he follows the rules." Hector shrugged, "There aren't that many of us you know," I somehow felt like he wasn't just talking about mages, but what he and I specifically were, Archmages. "An' we don't like to get too involved in others business. For a long time he behaved. He lived his life, an' we kept an eye on him from afar. But we think he's gotten bored, and that's why he's done... well... what he's done."

Hector turned his head away from me, gazing out into the hot Las Vegas air and sighed. We did'n know if we shoul' approach you or watch you. But he' tricked another person to followin' him the same way he did you."

"Tricked?" I asked, "What do you mean tricked?

Hector shook his head, "That's something you gonna tink upon yerself. Not my place."

We stood for a long while, "So what does this mean for me?"

He looked at me and rubbed an old gnarled hand across his chin, "I ain't sure yet. I need ta talk to some of the others. But for right now it means you go back to the hotel, an you wait there. You stay there till I show up, maybe today, maybe tomorrow. But don't tink that you can run, cause I won't be the one to come find you. An' I don't tink you'd like the person who does as much as you'd like me."

I swallowed, my mouth going dry as he casually offered the threat while not even bothering to look at me. "Right now? Our shift only..."

"You juss a volunteer Mike. Don' you worry about it. You go back to your hotel, don' talk to lovely Ms. Whitefeld, you jus' wait." He looked at me then and there was a fierceness in his gaze. An unspoken command. It was the everyday magic that a man could hold when he was charismatic, powerful, and had not a hint of mana to it. I knew that it was in my best interests to follow his directions.

"Ok, I'll do as you say Hector. I promise."

- - -

All I wanted as I trudged down the hall to the hotel room that had become my defacto home for the last few weeks was a hot shower and time to think about everything. But as I opened the door to my hotel room I heard talking, suddenly cut off when the door opened. I wasn't sure what I was expecting but the sight that greeted me wasn't it.

Sitting on the couch was a raven haired woman with her back to me, and standing in front of her, Erin. The raven haired woman turned and my heart skipped a beat, it was Cheyenne. But the reason I was so blown away was that the both of them looked horrible. They'd been crying, as ruined makeup and puffy eyes showed me. But beyond that, it looked like they'd been in a fight. Both of their faces had some deep scratches, Erin's face was swollen up on one entire side, and Cheyenne had a broken nose. Dried blood around the edge of her nostrils, an obvious bend that wasn't there before, and two eyes already starting to go black made that clear.

"What... Kia," I said shutting the door and moving into the room quickly remembering to use the fake name she was going by, "What the hell happened?"

"This is the doctor that can help us?" Cheyenne asked Erin, not recognizing me in my new form. Her voice sounded terrible and I had no doubt that it was because of the broken nose.

"Yes," she answered Cheyenne, "This is... uh...a friend." She obviously hadn't let the native american woman know who I was. "But he's not just a doctor, he's a mage like Adam is."

Cheyenne stood up and backed away from me, "No... no no no... I wouldn't have agreed to this if I'd known. No more magic, not after what he did to us... I'm out of here!" She leaned down to scoop up a backpack.

Erin hissed at me, "Do something!"

I reacted instinctively, just as I had when confronted by the two gunmen, and let loose a blast of mana into the glamour spell that Ruby had taught me. Cheyenne froze in her tracks and turned slowly, with vacant eyes to stare at me in a trance. I turned to Erin, "What the hell happened?"

Erin sighed, "Mike, you need to call that guy. The one who fixed us up, made us look different. We've got to fix Cheyenne's nose. We're never going back to the Hideaway, and that means girls like us hit the streets. It's already tough enough for a girl to watch out for johns that want to hit us, but if you have a broken nose, it's like the violent ones think it's an invitation."




Old World Magic Ch. 22



I sighed and turned to face Cheyenne. I used the healing magic that I'd been practicing and funnelled my mana into the still new spells. I felt anger and bile rise up in me as I let the spell tell me where she'd been injured. Not only was her face injured but she had two broken ribs, bruises, and some tearing in a very delicate and important place considering her line of work. I weaved the mana in my system into the delicate and intricate pattern needed to set the bones, straighten her face, and close the rents inside of her that had to be hurting. It was draining, but I did what i could while still holding some mana to work on Erin. Only when it was done did I place my hands on either side of Cheyenne's face and whisper with a mental push, "Go lay down and take a nap now."

Slow, like an automaton, she turned, making for the bedroom. Only once she'd laid upon the bed did I release the glamour spell I'd had on her. I let out a breath that I'd been holding and turned to Erin. "I didn't know you could do it too," she said simply.

"A month ago, I couldn't." I answered, "Now hold still, it's your turn next. Thankfully Erin wasn't in as bad shape, but I healed the bruising on her body that I could, and still felt very drained afterwards. "Tell me what happened," as I finished the task with the last motes of mana in my soul.

"Sit down Mike," she said, "It's a long story."

I flopped down onto the couch behind me, in no state to argue. I felt exhausted now and simply wanted to know what happened. She sat in the chair facing me and took a long sigh before starting, "It all started like you said it would. I went to work at the hideaway, and at first I thought everything was fine. I couldn't contact you because for some reason Adam was around all the time. When he wasn't, his new apprentice Jade was. I could feel them probing me, questioning me, and I could feel them up here, in my head." She tapped the side of her head.

I tried to keep my mind off of things all the time, tried to do what you said and not think about our plan. Not think about the fact that you're alive. But they were around so much, always asking little questions, trying to get me to drop my guard. Adam's new apprentice is a cold woman, not cruel, but just cold. Her name is Eve, Evelyn but she goes by Eve. Mocha skinned and as beautiful as any of the girls working in the brothel, but just cold Mike, do you understand?"

I nodded my head, though I could feel the drain on my body. Weaving all of the magic I had done lately had drained me. I had done my very first ever healing today in the hospital and I'd overtaxed myself then. So to come back to the hotel and heal twice more, it was more than my mana pool had been able to stand, more than I could have done on my own. My eyelids were growing heavy and I felt myself drifting away as Erin spoke. 

"Mike, are you ok?" I heard her ask almost as if from far away.

"Tired, need... to... crash..." I said. Then my eyes closed slowly as her voice got further and further away.

- - -

I awoke starving, with my stomach growling. I sat up and wiped a thin line of drool from the corner of my mouth. Voices nearby caused me to drift up out of the deep sleep I'd fallen into. Something had woken me up however, what was it? From the other room I heard Erin call out, "Mike, the phone's for you!" I nodded, still a little sluggishly. That's right the phone had been ringing.

Then a magical sound snapped me back to wakefulness, that of Cheyenne laughing. I sat up and looked around. I was shocked to see Hector sitting at the table with the beautiful and exotic native american prostitute. Erin crossed into my line of sight, looking through the doorway at me as she held the hotel's phone out as if to remind me that I had to take this call. Sleep shrugged off me as Cheyenne laughed again at something Hector said in his soothing accented voice.

I nodded to Erin and rolled over to the side of the bed, grabbing at the phone there. Putting the receiver to my ear I guessed at who it was. I said hello and a moment later I heard the click of Erin hanging up in the other room. Only after that did I hear a very serious sounding voice coming from the other end. "Mike," Emily Whitefeld said, confirming it was me before continuing. "I need to talk to you, in private. You're not going anywhere are you?" I told her I wasn't planning on it. "I'll be down to your place in a little bit as soon as I can get away." Then she hung up without any explanation or even a goodbye.

I wondered about the strange exchange, but knew that she wouldn't have said anything if it wasn't serious. I still felt the last vestiges of the mana drain induced sleep hanging onto my body and shook myself, slapping my face lightly to try to wake up. It was odd, ever since I'd become a mage, sleep was far less important to me. As long as I was willing to burn mana to stay up and keep myself fresh, I could stay up for days and days. Even when I did sleep it was short and light, and as long as I had some mana in my system, I always woke up refreshed. I guess this grogginess meant that I had really burned off a lot of mana today and needed to recharge. I looked through the door again at Hector as he sat talking to Erin and Cheyenne and wondered what he was doing here.

Then, almost as if he sensed my gaze, he turned in my direction and said to the girls, "Ok girls, go get some dinneh and brin' somet'ing back for Mike, we nee' to have a chat." Then to my surprise they both agreed without even a slight argument, and Cheyenne even leaned in and kissed the old man on the cheek, hugging him lightly.

I stood up and stretched, trying to wake up as I watched the two women gather their things and head out of the hotel room. Hector walked past me and stood at the window, looking out on the night sky of the Vegas strip. He was waiting for me, waiting to speak. I joined him, looking out and not at him.

"The silence is concerned," he said simply. "Adam Saks, he is no archmage, but he also no one ta be trifled with. He has money, influence, an' a lot of experience. More than that, while he an eros mage, he one extremely skilled at manipulatin' minds, a master of illusion and subterfuge. When it come to mental magic, very few that are 'is peer, even among the arch mages." He paused, letting that sink in for a moment, "So you shouldn' be surprised that when you sent Erin, it was only a matter of time till he learn everyt'ing."

"So," I asked, "He knows I'm alive?"

Hector nodded, "He petitioned the Silence. He wants to amend his mistake."

I looked at him, "Mistake?"

He turned and looked at me, "You Mike. He say it was a mistake to help you become a mage. He say that you like a rabid dog, needin' ta be put down."

I was shocked and without words. Finally I found my voice, "Because I broke from his insane training, because I didn't follow his directions? I've learned so much more on my own, in a shorter time, following people like you, watching Emily Whitefeld, practicing on my own, then I ever did with him. How can he just say I need to be 'put down'?"

Hector sighed and turned, putting a hand on my shoulder, "Because Mike, you're a young one. He been alive more than ten times you. He come from an age where the master an' apprentice role was very serious. He lived through more than one inquisition, an' he knows how dangerous a rogue mage can be. But most of all, there a lot of mages who think like him in the Silence."

"So what?" I asked, my body tensing, "You're here to kill me or something?"

Hector looked at me for a moment and then laughed. He clapped his hands together as he laughed, "No Mike, of course not, we friends I think. I figgur'd I was too old an too tired to ever make a new friend, but I know you. I know your heart, an' you a good man. E'en doin what you did to them men from New York, I know you a good man."

I winced as I thought about the two men I'd killed. Two? Or was it three when you added in Erin's father, who committed suicide because of my mental manipulation? The realization that I didn't even know if I counted him made me feel slightly ill. But Hector saw the look on my face, "If you wern' a good man, Mike, you wouldn' be feelin' that way right now. Thas what I mean. I know it, the Silence know it, an' them two pretty young girls know it. Thas why they cling to you. Maybe it's love they think they feel, I don' know. But maybe it's that there isn't enough goodness, enough decency in this world, and when someone find that, they wanna be around it."

I swallowed and looked away from him then, looking out the window at the Las Vegas strip. I thought about how my life had been a year ago. Trapped in a marriage that had grown cool, not aware yet that my teaching position would be eliminated at the end of the school year. I was a good teacher, I thought, and I figured that even though my wife and I never had kids, I'd just sort of 'run out the clock' on my life. I figured I'd be happy enough work to retirement, then maybe take up painting or something as my body failed around me. That was the way it was supposed to go wasn't it? For normal people at least. You did the best you could, you took your lumps when they came, you did what you thought was right, and you hoped that the good outweighed the bad.

But this new life, it was so foreign, so alien. Magic, mages, sex, succubuses, genies, intrigue, secret groups monitoring my life, and a mentor that now wanted me out of the picture for failing to follow his mental picture of what an apprentice should act like. I closed my eyes and pressed my head against the cool glass of the plate window. My breath came out in a ragged sigh.

"Do you know why I only use healin' magic now mike?" I heard Hector ask from beside me.

"No," I whispered, not particularly caring at that moment as I was wrapped up in my own self pity. Although the way he phrased the question told me he could use other forms, confirming my suspicion that he was in fact an archmage like me.

"I told you I was old," he said, and I could hear him walking away from the window, away from me as he spoke. He moved towards the kitchen and began boiling water on the small stove as he told his story. "I was already more than seventy years old when the white men came to my land. Dey wanted slaves. Slaves meant somet'ing different to us den it did to dem. See, if one tribe beat another tribe, sometimes it didn' mean ya kill em, it mean ya take em as slaves. Sometimes the slaves, they let go after a year, sometimes never. Sometimes you trade your slaves back to their family for food, good, or even just bragging rights. Sometimes the slaves your tribe took never left, but they became a part of your tribe. Dey come an dey work for your tribe, an eventually dey just a part of your tribe. Maybe the chief he takes a few of the pretty ones as his wives, and den they have kids, and that's that. So we didn't really understand, at least my tribe didn' when the white men wanted slaves, exactly how different it was gonna be. At least I didn' know, I didn' comprehend it."

He poured hot water into a mug and put a tea bag into the mug. He didn't ask if I wanted any. I turned and looked at him as he dipped the tea bag with old gnarled hands. His deep brown eyes gazing down at his mug and far back into his own history. "I had switched tribes already a few times, cause no one lived as old as me. They called me Zulwini then, it meant from the gods. I was a shaman, a healer, even then it was my greatest skill, even then I knew magic though I thought it was a gift from the gods."

He shrugged and pulled the mug to his lips taking a sip, "Maybe it was, but I saw dese white men taking away entire tribes of slaves. An it wasn' jus' the white men. Chieftains traded away their slaves for rifles, cloth, beads, whatever. I don' know how much I went for, but I was the tribe's healer, so I always hoped that the chief of my tribe at the time got a lot for me. But eventually I ended up in the shacks behind the sugar fields. They thought I was too old to work. But I could cook and take care of the sick or the whipped."

"An I was eventually sold again to a different white man. I changed myself. Became young again, a trick I'd mastered decades earlier. I was put into the fields. I didn't like being a slave, but I did like working with my brothers and sisters, an I knew that they'd die from the lash if I didn' heal em. Den, Mike, I fell in love. De masteres had named da girl Mary when she was born into slavery. She grew up in slavery. She became a woman in slavery. And Mike, I don't even know how long I had been a slave for, but I fell in love with Mary. Suddenly I didn't want to be a slave no more. I wanted to be free, I wanted to live and love Mary and nothin more. But they took her from me, they punished her, they punished me, and I couldn' take it no more. That's when I finally used my magic for selfish reasons."

He paused and looked up at me, "You ever heard of the flower 'Ghamilia,' or 'Gabriel's Wings''?" I shook my head no. "Didn't think so, I'da been surprised if you had. Doesn' exist any more.... but used to be popular. Pretty flower, triangular leaves, white at the base, faded to purple almost black at the edges. People used ta say that the petals looked like angels wings."

I was confused, "What's that have to do with Mary or your story?"

Hector sighed and set down his mug in the sink, staring at it for a long time before answering, "When they took my Mary, when dey killed her, I went mad. I didn' jus' kill all of dem. I cursed the Ghamilia plantation we was workin on. I haded that flower, blamed it along with the masters. So I killed them. I killed the masters, I killed the whips, I killed them all. But it didn' bring Mary back. So I killed the house servants and I burned the flower plantation to the ground. But my Mary was still dead. Killed like an animal because she damaged some flowers. So I turned my rage on the flowers. I killed all of the Ghamilia out of rage Mike."

I nodded my head, not understanding exactly what he was saying. But he looked at me again with his penetrating gaze, "I didn' set fire to the crops Mike, you don' understand, I killed," he paused and jabbed his finger into the counter next to the sink violently as he enunciated the next word slowly and carefully, "all of the flowers. Every single last one. Every seed, every root, every blossom, every single spec of pollen that came from Gabriel's Wings. I killed it. Across the world wherever it was, it was gone. Gone from our reality, gone from our world, like it never existed."

My eyes opened in shock. That was why I didn't know of the flower. I hadn't ever heard of it because it had been wiped out of existence centuries before I was even born. I stared at him, finally grasping what it was he was telling me. "The backlash, it almost killed me. Maybe it did kill me, I don' know. Cause when I woke up, I was buried in a slave grave. Clawed my way out to find the plantation the same way it had been before my act of rage. The masters, they was all gone, but they been replaced by new ones. New slaves, new bosses, everyone, everyone been replaced, cept Mary of course. And cept for the Ghamilia. It was a sugar plantation now. I asked someone later, an they said they never heard of no flower called Ghamilia or Gabriel's Wings. They said that plantation always been sugar. But I know Mike, I know what it was and I know what I did."

"I met another mage later in life that remembered the Gabriel's Wings. He knew how it had looked, remembered the sweet smell of it, and remembered the day it had ceased to exist. So I know I wasn't crazy, but I know too, what I done. I lived more than three centuries Mike, and in all that time there isn't a single day that I don't catch a whiff of Ghamilia on the breeze at least once. When I do go to sleep at nights, I dream of vast fields of white and purple flowers. More than three hundred years later, I'm still paying for my crimes against the fabric of reality."

He sighed and suddenly looked very tired, "Every person I heal, every life I save, it's still just a drop in the bucket for taking somethin so beautiful away from this world. I don't remember the faces of the men I killed. I did for a while, but that faded. Cause a man killing another man, that's life, that's the way things work at times. You feel your own guilt, and eventually you gonna move on from that. But when you use your magic, when you mess with reality, well, you step outside of everything that ever made you human. You stop being a part of this world and you become something else. The bigger your sin, the longer it clings to you, and now after all this time, I don' know if it something I ever gonna come back from."

We stood there, silently, for a long time. I don't know how long. He staring down into the sink as if some answer might float up out of the mug, me just watching him quietly, taking in everything he'd said and pondering the deeper meaning. Was he granting me forgiveness for killing two men? Could he even do such a thing or was that a power beyond even him? Beyond any archmage?

Finally he spoke again and he sounded a little more energized, "I just want to warn you Mike. See, the Silence, it decided not to honor Adam's request. You your own man, not his. But Mike, there much greater things to worry about then some group of mages that be watchin' you. You know about feedback and the risks of altering our world with magic. You an arch mage. We as much a step above regular mages as they above humans. But that don' make you anyt'ing but more vulnerable in some ways. You trip and fall, you gon break yo neck, same as anyone else. You get stabbed, you gon bleed out. If Adam hires some thugs, like the ones you took care of, an they get the drop on you... well... you might have a bullet in you before you even know they there."

He paused for a few heartbeats and nodded, "There a reason I stick to just healin people. Archmage or no, I got no enemies left alive. People think I'm an old doddering man from an old world that passed me by centuries ago, an maybe they right. But I seen more than a few archmages come up an rise too quick. The wrong people take notice, an then they gone."

He snapped his fingers, a loud crack from the old weathered hands, "Juss like that. But what's worse is when they forget how powerful they be. We archmages, we can reshape reality, make something that wasnt, be. Or like them flowers, make something beautiful and make it never have been. The universe, it don't like that. Reality always gon' be pushin back against you, every step of the way. The more you push, the harder it push back. If you don' remember that, well Mike, you gon' be your own worst enemy."

I nodded my head, the sombering effects of the few bouts of feedback were still sharp in my memory. I knew enough about it to understand that the mana I stored, my energy to weave spells, it powered my drive to reshape reality. It didn't matter if it was healing a cracked rib, or delving into someone's memory. But what I did know was that I could get away with more if there were less witnesses, for lack of a better term. Healing Cheyenne's wounds in front of Erin had been much more draining then when I'd healed far worse injuries in the hospital in front of Hector. It was because Hector's understanding of reality included magical healing. But while Erin knew it existed, she was only human. Erin's subconscious mind couldn't really grasp the concept of magic and magical healing, it went against her reality. So the feedback was much greater, and I offset it with expending my mana, but it still knocked me out cold for several hours.

"So what am I supposed..." I started to say, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. I looked at it for a moment, wondering who it was, Erin and Cheyenne had a key to the room, they wouldn't have knocked. I thought about dropping into my magical 'room' inside my head and casting a spell to see who was outside the door, by scanning their thoughts. But Hector was quicker than me. He simply walked to the door and looked out of the fisheye peephole. 




Old World Magic Ch. 22



He turned back to me and saw the look on my face and shook his head, "Tha's what I'm talkin bout Mike. Don' use magic if you don' have too." He opened the door and allowed Emily Whitefeld to enter.

"Hector," she said nodding at him as she entered, "Mike." She said nodding at me as Hector closed the door behind her. "Mike I've got some bad news. I hope you know that my hands are tied in this matter. But while you've been good to me and honestly not that much trouble, I'm going to have to kick you out."

"What?" I asked, not really upset about having to leave the hotel, but confused by the suddenness of it.

"Ruby contacted me directly, something she almost never does. She told me that your mentor, Adam, has said that if we harbor you here any longer, I'm willing to take on your guilt." She shook her head, "I don't know what he means by it, but I do know that means that Ruby won't be using our hotel any longer. That's a lot of business I can't afford to lose. Even accepting that, I'm sure that I don't want to go to war with another mage, I just can't afford to focus on his personal vendetta against you just because of our friendship."

I nodded, "I understand Emily, and honestly I've taken advantage of your hospitality for too long as it is. I'll be out by this time tomorrow."

There was a look of hesitance on Emily's face and her eyes darted back and forth between Hector and myself and it was obvious there was something else she wanted to say, in private. Hector noticed it too. He didn't need any magic to read those thoughts and he smiled, his hand opening the door again and he stepped out saying, "We'll be in touch shortly Mike, you head out to your new home."

I wondered how he knew about that, but then I figured it was probably best not to ask. I waited till he was gone and looked at Emily, "What's on your mind Emily?"

She bit her lip and I realized she was nervous, "Remember our last time we really spent any time together?" I nodded, I assumed she was talking about when we'd had sex. The first time we'd had sex, almost two months ago, I'd worn a condom. Then foolishly I'd bet her a coin flip that we could go again without. That was how she'd realized I was an arch mage, when she saw how easily and how quickly I'd been able to copy her magical abilities. It had freaked her out at the time. But later, after I owed her for her help in the deception to save my life, and get me a new identity, we'd had sex again. This time it was raw and powerful and she'd seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I'd needed it at the time. That had been a week and a half ago however. We'd spent a little time chatting and being friendly since, but somehow the tone in her voice told me she was referring to the mind blowing orgasm I'd given her.

I grinned, "I'm surprised you waited this long to ask me for another spin."

She slapped at my chest and glowered at me, "Oh stop, you're ruining the mood. But seriously, soon enough you're going to California, and while I expect you to keep in touch, you're going to have your own path to follow and I don't know when I'll see you again. Figure I might as well get one last wild ride in while I can."

"Get it while it's hot eh?" I asked with a smirk, "Well I suppose I do owe you one, well, more than one honestly."

Emily reached up and began unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse, a black lace bra appearing as the material separated, "Oh, a lot more than one Mike, but lets start with one and see how much of your debt that pays off, shall we?" She grinned as she stepped towards me.

I smiled and sighed at the same time, oh the life of an eros mage.



Old World Magic Ch. 23



Author's note: If you skipped ch.22 you didn't miss any sex, but you did miss a fair bit of plot. I recapped the most important points as quickly as I could in this chapter, but if you missed it I'd suggest reading ch.22, which is in the non-erotic section. Unless you really just want to stick to the smut, in which case, read on my friends.

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Emily Whitefeld stalked towards me, her hips sashaying as she reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her black lace bra containing compact and very perky breasts popped into view. I grinned as I leaned against the counter in the hotel kitchen watching her sway towards me. I questioned her decision to have unprotected sex in one part of my mind. Sure she said she'd gotten on birth control, and I had no reason to think that she'd lie to me about such a thing. But we were both mages, and while I couldn't ever impregnate a human woman, when two mages got together it was a bit riskier. No riskier than say a human man and a human woman, but I certainly wasn't going to inquire where Emily was in her cycle. I'd just have to take a chance on it. Then I was suddenly struck with the ridiculousness of that thought. Emily was a luck mage, she could influence anything that had random chance involved. Even if she was on a 'risky' day in her cycle, I'm sure a bit of magical altering of chance and she'd be fine. Of course, I thought about Reina Satô and her desire to get pregnant. But I really didn't think Emily was in that same place as Reina.

Then again, maybe she thought that this might be her chance to have a child, and with an archmage as the father. I remembered her shock when she saw me casually and almost effortlessly mimic one of her spells. It had been a long time back, and what had led to her discovering that I was an archmage. Which of course sent me down the current road I was on. My mentor, or master as he would have described himself, Adam Saks had petitioned a secretive group known as 'the Silence' to have me killed. A rogue apprentice, he considered me, little more than a rabid dog. While they'd denied his request, I had no doubt that my troubles with Adam were far from over.

I felt the almost parental care of an archmage who focused on healing the sick and infirm by the name of Hector Todd. An elderly man with a thick accent that seemed to be a blend of caribbean accents. He told me that he saw good in me, and was teaching me how to heal others. I'd been practicing at the spells that I'd seen other mages doing as well, such as Emily's luck magic, the stunning 'glamour' that Ruby had trained me in, and the very tricky body sculpting, changing a person's very form. In addition to the mental magic that was my strong suite, both mind reading and also issuing mental commands, I had been practicing for months now on building up my repertoire of magical abilities. In fact, I realized, it was almost the end of August, and I'd been a mage for nearly three months now. Three months and an entire lifetime, time could play funny tricks. 

Magic wasn't easy, for every action, every magical effect, reality pushed back against the changes I made. It was an effect that Adam Saks had called 'the balance'. Magic didn't fit well into our world and the more drastic the effect, or the more people that witnessed its effects, the harsher the backlash. Maybe because the mental magic I was getting so good at was the first kind I learned, or maybe because it was a much more subtle type of magic then healing, but I found that the easiest to do. But not against Emily of course. Mages and other supernatural beings, like the genie I had met or Ruby who was a succubus, were very difficult to read, almost impossible in fact.

Unlike the two women who I knew were in love with me. Erin, the fair skinned ginger prostitute with a very dark past, and Cheyenne, the mixed heritage native american woman who I suspected went into prostitution largely because it allowed her to indulge in what might be a case of nymphomania. No those two women, humans both of them, had fallen in love with me and I didn't need any magical abilities to know that.

Of course, Cheyenne thought that I had died when the two hit men had taken Erin and I hostage, looking for money that Erin's father had stolen. But I'd turned the tables and murdered the both of them, then with some magical duplicity, made it appear that one had fled the country after killing his partner and myself. Erin had been in on the plan, and had taken it a step further. She'd gone back to Adam's brothel, Ruby's Hideaway, and worked there for several weeks, trying to inact a secret plan I'd formulated to get revenge on Adam. But ultimately the plan had backfired, as I should have suspected. Adam had kept her around long enough to break through the mental shielding I'd put on her and scour her mind in secret for every bit of the plan that she knew. Then just to get back at me, had beaten and kicked out the two prostitutes.

"Oh shit," I said just as Emily got to me, her fingers going to the buttons on my shirt. 

She looked at me a puzzled look on her face, "Was that a good 'Oh shit,' or a bad one?"

"Well, I forgot about Erin and Cheyenne. They went out to get food but they might be back any time now Emily." I smiled and then slyly added, "Although you know they are both bisexual if you wanted..."

She glared at me and began reaching for her own buttons, "Well I'm not, sorry. But what I said earlier stands. I really have to get you out of my hotel."

I nodded, "I have a place to go, I've got that house in San Dimas that your guy set me up with. I figured I would..."

She cut me off before I could say any more, "No Mike. I feel like I already know too much as it is. My guy set up the new identity and one of my best money managers is handling the accounts for," she coughed gently into her hand and rolled her eyes as she finished buttoning her blouse, "James Michael Wheeler. But that doesn't mean I need to know anything else. I know how to contact you, and I expect you to keep in touch, but I really shouldn't know anything more for right now. I don't want Adam deciding he's going to come after me to get to you. He's no archmage, but that doesn't mean he's not a dangerous person to cross. Besides, he has something far more powerful than magic."

I raised an eyebrow inquisitively and she simply rolled her eyes indicating how stupid I was being before she blew out an exasperated breath and said, "Money Mike, he's got way more money than I do."

I nodded and had to agree with her. While Adam often touted himself as a small business owner of a private brothel, I knew the truth was far more complicated than that. He'd had generations of investments and property holdings, and god knows what else. I'd never gotten a good look at his financial situation, but I knew that he always had exactly as much money to spend on whatever he wanted. It was almost as if he acted like he had just enough, just to maintain the illusion of the brothel owner, and no further. Trying to put that line of thought out of my head I considered Emily again and looked her petite frame up and down and said, "You know, the bedroom door does have a lock and the girls probably won't..."

She cut me off again, "Tell you what kiddo, after you put the children to bed tonight, come up to my office and see me, I'll give you a goodbye kiss."

Then with that, she leaned in and planted a kiss on my cheek and smiled, turning and left me in the hotel room alone again. I went into the bedroom and picked up the dossier that held the details of my new life, the one I'd have to flee to. It wouldn't be too bad, at least I'd be out from under the oppressive thumb of my one time mentor Adam and also out from under the roof of Emily. While I'd appreciated the opportunities she'd given me, and I knew that I should be grateful, it still rankled a little bit knowing I was living in her hotel, by her good will. In a way, a part of me was glad she was kicking me out. I knew that I didn't really want to get her involved in whatever was going down between Adam and myself.

After a little while, I heard the door to the hotel open and went out to confirm that it was Erin and Cheyenne. The two brought in a paper bag, from which I could smell the scent of dinner rising. My stomach growled in appreciation and I realized I hadn't eaten in quite a while. I didn't know if a mage could subsist on mana alone to keep himself alive, or for how long, but I knew that my mana pool was all but empty anyways. Only the drabs that had returned during my nap, certainly not enough for any sort of serious spell casting. I'd blown through all of my mana earlier in the day. The first hit to the mana pool coming when Hector had bade me to cast a rather significant healing spell on a dying man in the critical care ward of the hospital. My first major healing by the way, and something that had taken quite a lot out of me. But then later, when I'd returned to the hotel, I'd found Erin and Cheyenne, both of whom had been beaten and battered. The last of my mana had gone then to healing them and using a glamour on Cheyenne. Plus over the last month I'd barely had any sex at all. Other than the one time with Emily, a week and a half ago, I'd had a hell of a dry spell stretching all the way back to the orgy that culminated in me killing the two hitmen that were going to kill Erin and I.

Cheyenne, the native american beauty, looked angry when she came in. I could see her dark brow knit together and her lips set tightly. Erin on the other hand seemed almost resigned, and tired. Cheyenne was carrying the brown paper bag, which was marked with the logo of the hotel's restaurant, and brought it to the table and set it down. Then she rounded on me and said, "I don't know who you are, but the only reason I didn't walk out of here and never come back is because Kia said you'd give me all the answers."

Erin, who Cheyenne knew by the fake name Kia, nodded and began to remove dishes from the bag. Full meals set in aluminum 'to go' containers with plastic lids on them. I sat down and waited for her to pass me one, not caring what it was as my stomach growled again. I looked at her, "So you haven't told her anything yet...Kia?"

Erin sat down and gestured for Cheyenne to sit as well. The dusky woman hesitated for a moment then nodded once, sitting down and taking a dish for herself. There was a few heartbeats of silence as we opened our dishes and began eating. Erin cracking open bottled waters and passing them out to us. It was Erin who spoke first. "Well Cheyenne, I'm sure you're not too surprised to know that Kia isn't my full name."

Cheyenne shrugged, a lot of prostitutes took fake names. Cheyenne herself used a fake name. It wasn't a fact she shared very often, but I suspected I knew what her real name was. We'd grown very close since I'd first come to Ruby's Hideaway, but before I left and came to Vegas. Erin however continued, "My full name, my real name is Erin Kiandra Solaris."

Cheyenne had just taken a bite of her dinner, a chicken dish covered in a white alfredo sauce when she heard the name. Her head twitched and her eyes narrowed. I didn't even need to use magic to know what was going through her head at that moment. A while back, before she thought that Mike had died, she was competing for my affections with a redheaded prostitute who she knew was named Erin. While Erin had gone through some body shaping after the incident with the hitmen, her face and body were still pretty similar.

"Yes, I'm that Erin," Erin confirmed to Cheyenne, "I've had my appearance changed somewhat before I came to work at Ruby's Hideaway."

Cheyenne threw her fork down, turning to face Erin, her expression going from suspicion to rage. "You? What was this, some kind of sick disgusting joke? You tried to steal Mike from me, he died because of you, and you what... I don't know... what? You decided you're going to come to my brothel, fuck up my life even more?"

Her voice broke, cracking with emotion, "And then you comfort me? You soothe me and help me get over Mike so you can what? Get into my bed? I opened up to you!" She stood shoving the chair away as she pointed at Erin, "I trusted you Kia, I told you things, because I was hurt and vulnerable. I thought you said you loved me, why would you lie?"

Erin stood up and I could see the tears streaming down her face, "Cheyenne, I do love you! At first I just wanted to comfort you, but I... but you..."

"No, no more bullshit lies! Just say it, out with it!" Cheyenne was yelling now, screaming at Erin and I could tell there was a lot more to the story that I didn't know about. Erin loved Cheyenne? I swallowed the bite of tagliatelli pasta and closed my eyes for a moment. There wasn't much mana left in me, but I knew I'd need every last ounce of it. I visualized the patterns of the spell I wanted and then oh so carefully laid out what little bit of mana I had into creating it, into reshaping reality. I wanted Cheyenne calm, open to the explanations, a defensive and screaming woman wouldn't hear what we were saying. I felt drained again, exhausted, even a bit physically sore. But as I opened my eyes, Cheyenne was calmer. Her face still seemed a bit upset, but now she was listening to Erin and retaking her seat.

"It's so hard to explain," Erin was saying continuing as I had cast my spell, "But if you've ever believed anything beleive that my feelings, what we've shared, it wasn't a lie. I wasn't ever expecting it, expecting to find you. Maybe it's that we loved Mike and then we found in each other that something, maybe that something that drew him to each of us?"

Cheyenne sat down and silently poked at her food for a few moments, long moments that stretched out into almost a minute until she looked up, "I... I believe you Kia. Or should I call you Erin?"

"Oh Neha," Erin said softly, her eyes moist with tears that threatened to fall, "I'm sorry I had to lie to you for so long, but you may call me Erin if you wish, or Kia, or... if you still love me..." She broke off, her voice locking up on her. I could barely make out the whispered words, "I'm still your Archisha."

The two women gazed at each other for a time and I was struck with the sudden realization of exactly how young they both were. Cheyenne was only but twenty years old, and Erin only a few years older than that. They were both still so very young, and even though I appeared to be about that same age in body, mentally I was two decades removed from where they were. Twenty years, give or take, of growing learning, and knowing how to cope with such raw emotions and feelings. They were barely out of their teenage years, those years when hormones and emotion ran wild and rampant, making every decision. No matter that they had bodies that I considered amazing machines built for fucking. Despite the fact that they had lived challenging lives and made difficult choices that people my true age hadn't ever had to face, they were still young. I think I had been so wrapped up in my own journey into this new life, the life of a mage, leaving behind the thirty nine year old out of work teacher, that I hadn't stopped to consider those facts. I wondered if the older mages, like Adam, Emily, or Hector felt the same way about me? How would I feel when I'd had half a dozen normal human lifetimes under my belt? Would my problems that I faced now seem significant? I didn't know.

Erin and Cheyenne weren't children, no, they were far and away women. Beautiful sexy women, women who had made a life, for the last year or two at least, by fucking people for money. But they were still young, and their hormones ruled their bodies and they didn't have the experience to temper those emotions. I had to handle them gently if I cared about them at all. Then, with that thought, I realized I did. I did care about both of them.

It was a shocking self revelation. I enjoyed their company, and I certainly enjoyed fucking both of them. But at some point I'd developed genuine emotions for them. My old life's failing marriage had left me jaded, and I don't know if I loved either of them, but I certainly felt very strongly towards them. I wanted to protect them, keep them safe, comfort them, and have them know that I did care.

All of these thoughts and emotions ran through me as I continued to listen and watch the scene unfolding before me between the pale skinned ginger woman and the sultry native american. Cheyenne looked back up at Erin and spoke with a hint of a chuckle, "Of course I still love you Archisha, you, I..." She trailed off for a moment and shook her head, her silken black locks flowing about her head as she gathered her thoughts, "At first I thought I just needed you for comfort after I heard about Mike's death. But what we've shared over the last few weeks, it seems like so much longer. You couldn't have lied to me about everything..."

Erin reached out and took Cheyenne's hand in hers and it was a soft, gentle, loving gesture as the redhead stared into the eyes of the dusky native american girl, "Almost none of it was. I was raised in Lake Havasu, my father was a monster, my family wants nothing to do with me..." She turned and looked directly at me. I swallowed the bite of my pasta as her gaze locked onto me and said, "and I'm in love with a man that I couldn't be with at the time." She turned her gaze back to Cheyenne and quickly added, "But I am also in love with you."

Cheyenne's brows drew together, "Wait a second?" She turned and looked at me and I set my fork down, knowing it was almost time for me to enter this drama. She looked at me as if she was trying to see my face again for the first time, see if she knew me. "Mike told me that the whore he was shacking up with, Erin, was in love with him. So..." She turned back to Erin and I could see her struggling to try to put the pieces together but not making them fit, "...you were in love with Mike and this guy, and now me?"

Erin shook her head and put her face in her hands, but it was I who finally spoke up, "No Cheyenne, she was in love with me. I'm Mike."

Cheyenne turned back to me, her face angry, "That's not funny mother fucker."

I closed my eyes and nodded my head, "Nothing about this is funny, I am Mike. Or at least I was Mike Naughton. You see when..."

My explanation was shocked as Cheyenne slapped me across my face. A blow I didn't see coming with my closed eyes. She stood up so quickly that her chair fell over backwards as she yelled at me, "You shut the fuck up, this shit isn't funny. I loved Mike and he died. I was one of the people that went and identified his body!"

I stood up, backing away from her a few steps as she closed on me, her voice yelling. I thought about trying to cast another spell to calm her down, but I was bone dry on mana and I didn't know what sort of backlash I might incur if I even tried, let alone whether or not it would succeed. I realized also that it might be best for her to work through her emotions as well, so instead I simply said, "Erin changed her face, why won't you believe I did too?"

"I thought I told you to shut up you liar!" she screamed at me.

"Grace," I said softly. Calling her by her real name caused her to rock back on her heels, and even with her dusky skin she almost went white when I said it, "I never wanted to hurt you. I care about you very much and I would never have done what I did, what Erin and I did, if it wasn't a matter of life and death."

Cheyenne stepped back and gripped the edge of the table and she looked woozy for a moment. She looked back and forth between Erin and myself and she finally said, "Outside of my shitty little reservation back home, only three people knew my real name, and you sure as hell aren't Adam or Ruby." She paused and swallowed and looked at me again, "Is it really you Mike? Is it really?"




Old World Magic Ch. 23



I nodded silently but did not approach, sensing that she needed the space. I put my hands out wide, unsure of how to even begin to approach everything that had happened in light of how she felt, "Grace, Cheyenne, I am so sorry. I wish I could have told you. I wish Erin could have told you. But, it was and still is quite literally a matter of life and death. We couldn't risk anyone knowing, if Adam found out before we were ready..." I trailed off and thought about how he'd beaten both of them, "...well, you know what he did when he did find out. I never wanted him to find out, never would have thought he would have lashed out against you. Erin yes, myself yes, but I don't know why he targeted you." I trailed off again at a loss for what to say.

Erin thankfully spoke up, "Mike, I don't know Adam that well. Of the month I was there, I only met him once before he left for over two weeks. Just vanished, he only came back about a few days ago. But when he did come back he was so busy, spending all his time with that new woman he brought back from Atlanta. But what was worse, the two of them were constantly prodding me, I could feel them, almost like they were looking at me as if they could see inside my mind. I couldn't ever get Adam alone, couldn't enact your plan.

"So," Cheyenne said with a cold tone in her voice, "What, there was some sort of plan now? Some big plot you two were trying to pull off? What were you going to go all Oceans Eleven and try to rob the brothel?" Erin and I looked at Cheyenne somewhat amazed. She really was more observant than she seemed, either that or a hell of a lucky guesser. I was betting it was a bit of both. She shook her head, "Nuh uh, no way, you're not going to try to rob Adam. Not after what he did to us."

I quickly reassured her, "No Cheyenne, if I have anything to say with it, we'll never deal with him again. I won't let him hurt you ever again if I can help it."

Erin grinned broadly and reached down to the floor for her small purse, and said, "Besides, we don't have too." She dug around in her purse for a moment then pulled out a USB thumb drive and tossed it to me. I caught it in mid air and she said, "I didn't finish my story. I said I couldn't ever get Adam alone. But late monday night, or early yesterday morning, or whatever, Eve took Malik and Estefano to bed with her. Apparently kept them going most of the night too. Adam seemed interested in an orgy of his own as well, Cheyenne, Jessica, and I were summoned to his room and he spent all night long, and well past sun up fucking us stupid." I couldn't help but notice a bit of a slight smile cross Cheyenne's face when that was said. Apparently and obviously to me, Adam and his apprentice had wanted to stock up on as much mana as they could. What better way then to fuck silly the two male employees, and the three prostitutes that lived in Adam's home on the brothel grounds. Erin continued, "Some time after Jessica and Cheyenne had passed out, and just before I think he was finally ready to call it a night himself, I did it."

I looked down at the USB drive, my heart pounding in my chest. Had the plan worked? Had Erin pulled it off? "It worked?" I asked somewhat surprised even though the plan had been a long time in the making, "It actually worked?"

Erin nodded, "As we lay there, and I could hear him start to breathe heavily, about to fall asleep, I whispered into his ear and asked me what the best dessert he'd ever had as a child was. His eyes opened up, but it was a dull blank look, as if he was sleep walking or something. He didn't say anything but he got up and left the bedroom. About an hour later he woke me up, I guess I'd fallen asleep in between Cheyenne and Jessica. He put this flash drive in my hand and said that it was done, and then laid down and passed the fuck out."

I looked at the flash drive again. "Well fuck me, I almost didn't expect it to work," I muttered quietly to myself. A month and a half ago, when Adam found out that I was planning on leaving his mentorship at Ruby's Hideaway, he'd gotten very angry. He'd attacked me in a battle of willpower, and punished me in a very humiliating and personal way. But what he didn't know was that I'd split my persona into two halves, the intellectual side fighting him defensively and acting for me, while my emotion went on a secret offense. He hadn't even thought to expect a sneak attack and I slid in past his defenses as he had attacked me. While inside his mind I'd found a deep and ancient memory in his mind. The sheer delight of eating a fried pastry topped with cream and fruit for the first time was a special and rarely visited memory of his.

So I'd laid a trap for Adam. I took that memory and I tied a powerful suggestion spell to it. The easiest way to describe the spell would be that when he examined that memory again, and I somehow knew he hadn't in years, possibly decades, the suggestion would take hold in his mind. I tied it to his own mana pool, so slight that he'd never notice he was maintaining it. Once the memory was examined, and the suggestion triggered, he'd follow a series of actions that he thought were his own. Even if he examined the actions at a later date, his own rationale would make him believe that his actions were of his own doing and he'd rationalize the actions away. But he wouldn't remember. It was an elaborate trap and one that had taken me several days to set up, and one that had almost killed me putting in place. I'd almost become trapped inside Adam's mind when I had been laying it. If he hadn't been so busy fighting my intellect, and then punishing me, he would have noticed what I was doing for sure.

But I looked at the thumb drive and bounced it in my hand. It had worked, it had actually worked. Erin had pulled it off. My elation was cut short however as Cheyenne said with still a tint of anger in her voice, "So all of this, faking your death, making me go through that hell, Erin coming to the Hideaway, it was just for some stupid USB drive? Was it worth it? Was it worth him beating the ever living fuck out of us this morning Erin?"

Erin blanched, her already pale ginger complexion going a bit whiter as she looked at Cheyenne and cried, "I don't know, I don't know!" Then turning to me she said, "Whatever your shield was on my mind, he couldn't get through it for the first few days. Even with Eve prodding at me too, I knew they couldn't get through it. I did exactly like you said and whenever I thought they were trying I just repeated a song over and over in my head. Mental static you said. It worked, but then after he'd slept for a while after the orgy, he and Eve called me into a private room. They... They were too strong. They pushed into my mind, I could feel it, it was like they'd gone from trying to pick a lock to just using a battering ram. The way they broke into my mind, it was painful. I woke up late on tuesday night, alone in that room. It was the next morning that he called Cheyenne and me into his office. Then without even an explanation, that's when the badness happened." Her voice choked up, "it was bad Mike, he had a bat, and I... I couldn't move at all. No matter what he did to either of us, we were just frozen like statues."

I grit my teeth and swallowed my rising bile and anger. "The orgy," I said, thinking about why he'd have a foursome with the three women who lived at the brothel, and why Eve would let Malik and Estefano double team her all night long. "The orgy was just so they could build up as much mana as they possibly could to brute force their way past your protection and read your mind."

"But why me?" Cheyenne asked softly, "I didn't have anything to do with your plan."

I nodded, "I'm sure they read your mind too, but without any shielding they could read you like an open book. They knew you didn't have anything to do with me, that you thought I was dead. You were innocent... except for two things. You were in love with me, and you'd fallen in love with Erin. That son of a bitch knew that if he hurt you, it would get to me, and it would be further punishment for Erin."

She smiled softly and asked the question, "So was it all worth it then? I'm assuming there's some sort of money on that drive or something? Was it worth all the lying and pain to get his money?"

I shook my head, "No, there's no money on this drive. That's somewhere else. What's on this drive is more valuable than all the money Adam has."

Cheyenne seemed intrigued, "So what's on it?"

I smiled and held the drive up again, looking at the way the setting sunlight came through the windows and made it seem to glow, "Two things, two things only Cheyenne. The first his notes, his 'spellbook' I guess you could call it. But the other, oh my, the other is so much more valuable, it's my ticket to a whole new world."

Cheyenne paused waiting for me to explain and I answered her, "It's an address book. A list of names and addresses, and it's going to take me places, and if the two of you want, if you don't hate me, if you trust me, I'm bringing you both with me."

- - -

Erin, Cheyenne, and I finished our dinners, then spent the next several hours, well into the dark of night talking. Cheyenne's questions didn't end and she eventually came to terms with the strange turn of events that had taken place. I could tell she still was having trouble getting a grasp on the reality of magic, but she'd been exposed to it so much that part of her just accepted it. I told her how Ruby and I had used her for 'practice' when Ruby had been teaching me the glamour spell, but she only remembered the three way sex we used to have on a nightly basis. We told her about the hitmen, and how we'd made it look like one of them was me, well was Mike Naughton, before Erin and I had changed our looks. I even told the both of them about my first life. I told them about Michael Gray, the almost 40 year old, married, laid off high school teacher. Cheyenne seemed less surprised about that than anything else, telling me that she'd always known I'd had an old soul for what she thought was a twenty one year old. I swore them both to secrecy, and I believed them when they said they'd take my secret to the grave. Especially when I let them know that what Adam had done to them would be nothing compared to what some other people would do if they found out that they were aware of the secret world of magic. I trusted the both of them, but that didn't mean that I wasn't going to reinforce their promise with a little magical compulsion later, when I had time and mana, for their own safety of course.

We ordered room service, ate some light fare, and drank wine as we connected. But our conversation was not just about me. It was strange, cathartic in a way, but it was about all three of us. We each talked about ourselves, our lives, how we'd gotten to this strange place in our lives. Obviously I had a lot more to say then either of the two women, having lived almost twice as long as them. They seemed really into hearing some of the funny stories about growing up as a kid in the late seventies and early eighties, and what it was like to be in college around the same time they were born. 

We talked about Erin's time at Ruby's Hideaway, and how tough it had been for her at first, living in constant fear. We talked about the nightmares, the images of the dead hitmen that haunted our sleep. We went over and over about how necessary it was, not just to protect our own lives, but also the lives of Erin's estranged mother, her half sister, and that sister's mother. Repeatedly we assured each other that what we'd done was necessary, though I still knew I'd always have my doubts.

We talked about how Erin, using the name Kia, had befriended Cheyenne. Erin admitted at first it was just that she wanted to know why I had such strong feelings for the raven haired beauty. But as she got to know Cheyenne, she saw how much pain the woman was in over the 'death' of Mike Naughton. The curiosity turned to sympathy, and eventually she began to comfort the woman. Comfort turned to a true friendship, and then very quickly into passion. The more time the two spent with each other, the more they found in each other kindred spirits. Erin said it was like she'd found a lover and a sister that she'd never had. Cheyenne said it was much the same, though she had two sisters and neither was worth a damn. Surprisingly, Cheyenne finally opened up about her past, something she admitted she hadn't done since leaving home.

Cheyenne shared with us what it was like growing up in poverty the way she had. She'd asked us if we'd ever heard of a coal mining town called Colstrip Montana, which of course, neither of us had. Then she laughed and said that she'd been lucky enough to be born in a trailer park there, surrounded by locals who thought their town, which boasted a whopping two thousand residents, was actually a big deal. The only real reason it was even on the map was because of the coal strip mines and the local high school, which drew most of the cheyenne tribe residents from the reservation to the south. She'd realized early on that the only thing she had going for her was the fact that the men in town were willing to give her things, including money, for her time. Her looks, she said, were the only thing anyone cared about. She started hooking much earlier than she should have, anything to get out of her family trailer and put some spending money in her pocket. She actually was proud of the fact that her mother, who apparently was also either a whore, or had just been a major slut, had fucked some white guy to get her knocked up. She said her oldest sister was full blooded and no where near as attractive as she was. But she was also smart enough to know that if she stayed in that town, she'd die the same living death her mother had, barely scraping by, trading failing looks for rent and food money, and drinking herself to sleep every night.

I realized then of course that Cheyenne wasn't a borderline nymphomaniac, as I'd suspected in the past, but quite simply an addict. She just had chosen sex as her addiction instead of drugs or booze. I couldn't blame her or fault her, I had to admit that I was probably a borderline sex addict myself. The few weeks of isolation had been such hell on me, that only fear of death had kept me in my hotel room. Cheyenne's story had taken a predictable turn of course. She'd slept her way across four states, sucking dick for rides, fucking for cash, till she made it to Vegas. She'd landed a job as an exotic dancer, whoring on the side when she could, but was supremely lucky enough to catch the eye of Ruby very shortly after arriving in the city of Sin.

She'd been working at Ruby's Hideaway for a little while before I came there, and said that it had actually been some of the happiest times in her life. Her own bedroom, clean beautiful clothing, men who paid to fuck her that didn't have coal dust lining every wrinkle in their weathered face, and an income that put to shame her old lifestyle. But she admitted that as happy as that time was, even it paled in comparison to the weeks she'd gotten to know me before she thought I'd died. 

Without realizing when or why, the three of us had practically taken to cuddling together on the couch as we drank and talked, Cheyenne in between Erin and I. and she put her arms around me as she explained why she'd fallen so hard for me. She talked about how I always seemed so wise, and like how I was so above everything around me, but at the same time I was so down to earth and so friendly. She told me that she never once felt I treated her like a whore. I always treated her like a woman, and like a friend. She said she had never felt the way I treated her from anyone else in her life. That she felt like I would be there if she needed me, that I'd protect her, make her laugh, make her feel special.

Erin echoed that sentiment, though she admitted she'd had less time to get to know me. She said that I always felt safe and loving, and that I was the kind of man that you wanted to be around, because you knew I'd do the right thing.

Of course I realized that both of these women had severe daddy issues, and what they weren't saying was that somehow, maybe only on a subconscious level, they were keying into the positive male image that I'd always given off. It was true, I didn't treat them like whores, at least not the way most men did. Oh I'd fucked both of them silly, leaving them glazed with my cum, and their eyes rolling back in their heads from mind blowing orgasms. But I never looked down on them. 

But when that conversation came up, it drifted into the realm of sex. We'd said so much, but we'd been avoiding the elephant in the room, so I finally brought it up. I looked at the second bottle of wine, now empty alongside it's equally drained brother, and felt like I had to be the one to start the difficult conversation. "So," I said after clearing my throat during a lull in the conversation, "I think it's time we talked about what the three of us are going to do."

I felt Cheyenne, who had been practically laying on me, tense up. But I pushed forwards, "I am leaving Las Vegas tomorrow. I'm willing to bring you both with me..." I shook my head and corrected myself, "No, I am not willing, I am desperately hoping that you both want to come with me. But I need to know what you two want. I know you two have grown close, I think closer than either of you are to me. If you two want to leave, don't want to go with me, I understand."

"No!" Erin cried out cutting me off, Cheyenne too was looking up at me, tears welling in her eyes. "You can't say that, can't think that Mike," Erin continued, "You can't push us away after we've finally reconnected." She looked down at Cheyenne and the two of them seemed to share some unspoken conversation in a few looks, Cheyenne nodding her head and wiping her hand across her moist eyes. "We want to come with you. It doesn't matter where, but I know I don't want to be separated from you again like that if I can help it."

Cheyenne wrapped her arms around me and buried her face into my chest, "Same here, I don't know what sort of fucked up relationship we're going to have, but I don't care. I just want to be with the both of you."

I put my arms around Cheyenne as she hugged me tightly, then as Erin leaned in, practically laying across Cheyenne to get in on the hug, I encircled her with my arms as well. "It's probably going to be dangerous," I muttered.

"Don't care," I heard Cheyenne say muffled into my chest.

"It's definitely going to be weird," I added.

"We don't care." Erin said slowly, punctuating each word.

Smiling I felt a weight lift off my chest, and then, maybe because of the wine, or maybe it was because these two beautiful women were hugging me, but I just blurted out, "and you know I'm going to have to keep fucking the both of you, because there's no way I could be around you without that, right?"

Cheyenne pulled back and looked up at Erin who simply started laughing. But the look in Cheyenne's eyes was anything but mirthful, no it was almost predatory and hungry as she challenged me, "Oh yeah? Prove it."

- - -

Cheyenne gave me a shove, pushing me backwards onto the hotel bed. I'd managed to get all of my clothes off save my boxers in the short, awkward dash to the bedroom. The three of us, kissing, stripping, and touching as we made our way from the living room couch. Erin turned Cheyenne's face towards hers, and kissed her deeply as she shimmied out of the skirt she was wearing, leaving all three of us now only in our undergarments. Myself, my boxers doing nothing to hide the stiff erection tenting it, and the women in bra and thongs.

Cheyenne broke the kiss with a moan as she reached back and unclasped her bra, letting her heavy, natural, but oh so firm breasts free. She threw the bra off into a dark corner of the room and said to Erin, "I'm sorry my love but it's been so long since I had a truly good fuck."




Old World Magic Ch. 23



Then the dusky skinned woman turned and grabbed my boxer shorts and yanked. They slid down to my knees in one pull, my hard cock springing free. It flopped upwards, full and angry, eight and a half inches of thick lust, desire for both of these women. Cheyenne motioned for me to scoot back on the bed so my legs weren't hanging off, which I did. My boxers, clutched in her hand came off as I did so. She bent down long enough to drop her own thong and then lept up onto the bed after me. She crawled up my body, and I could tell she wanted to waste no time with foreplay.

She knelt on either side of my hips and taking my new cock in her hands stroked it with one hand as she rubbed it against her smooth pussy with the other hand. I could feel the hard nub of her erect clit rubbing just under the head of my cock, on that soft sensitive bit beneath the head. I moaned and looked at Erin who was stifling a giggle at Cheyenne's aggressiveness. "Are you going to help me?" I asked as Cheyenne rubbed her wet sex against the underside of my shaft.

Erin let out a laugh, one I could tell that was fueled a little by the wine we'd been drinking all night long, but was primarily because of how humorous she found this situation. "Oh no Mike, I'd say that after everything Cheyenne has gone through, she gets what she wants. I'm going to sit this one out till she tags me in."

"Damn right," she practically growled as she raised her hips up and slid my cock straight upwards to point at the entrance to her slick passage. She lowered herself until the very tip of my cock was nestled between her two silken lips, and I could already feel a drop of her arousal beginning to trickle down the head of my cock. "and right now, what I want is to ride this dick. Hard!"

Then with that, she dropped her body weight down, literally spearing herself open on my thickness. She only made it about halfway down before she had to stop and raise up again, but then let herself drop down even further. Four or five times she aggressively forced herself down onto me, and each time, a little more of my hardness slid into her hot wetness. Finally when she managed to stuff all of myself inside her, did she stop. She released a long satisfied sigh and threw her head back. "Fuck, it's even bigger than I remember. God it feels so good though." Then she turned and looked at Erin, "Baby, sit on his face so I can play with your tits while I ride this dick."

Erin laughed again, and stepping out of her panties nodded her coppery locks, "Ok my love." Not bothering to take her bra off, she climbed up on the large bed and quickly moved to kneel over my head. Then lowering her ass down, she pressed her smooth pussy directly down onto my mouth. She stopped just shy of smothering me, but then again if one had to die I could think of worse ways. I let Erin's heady aroma fill my nose, and let my tongue slide out slowly, teasingly, dragging across her labia. She squirmed and her hips shifted, the dark star of her asshole pressing against my nose as she ground her quim into my mouth.

I felt Cheyenne pinch my nipples then and say, "Lick that pussy Mike, we're well past foreplay damnit." Who was I to argue? I could feel Cheyenne begin to grind her pussy against my dick as I began eating Erin's slick box with gusto. Erin had very small inner labia, dwarfed by the thick, soft outer labia that reminded me a little of a thick ripe peach. But I let my tongue swirl against them before flicking out to caress her clit.

I could feel Cheyenne fucking herself on my cock now. She wasn't sliding up and down much, instead letting my thickness fill her. But she was swirling her hips, bumping her clit against my body just above the base of my shaft. I knew she was just trying to get off as quickly as she could, and even though I couldn't see it, I sensed that she was leaning against Erin for support, kissing the redhead and toying with the pale girl's smaller breasts.

I decided to take inspiration from the native american beauty, and let my lips slide upwards, circling Erin's clit. Forming a ring around the nub with my mouth, I sucked in gently, pulling her clit into my mouth. Then I began flicking my tongue across it with short, steady strokes. For a little added stimulation i tried to press my face forwards a little more, putting pressure on her slit as the tip of my nose pressed into her back door. 

Erin seemed to appreciate it and this continued for a little while, her hips grinding back and forth as I sucked her clit and flicked it with my tongue. While Cheyenne continued to grind herself down onto me faster and faster. Of the three of us, Cheyenne was the first to break. I felt her hand support herself on my chest, her other still somewhere higher on Erin's body. Her finger tips pressed into my muscular flesh and groaned, distracted, as she clenched her sex down on my rod. Her cries of passion gave credence to the orgasm, and she stopped grinding as she let the bliss wash through her.

After a few moments, she muttered something to Erin, who let loose a tiny whine, but then begrudgingly lifted one knee and moved from off my face. The cool air hit my wet lips and I looked up at the two women after having been buried under Erin's delicious bottom for so long. Cheyenne gave one last squeeze of her pelvic muscles and looked down at me and said, "Ok Mike, I got where I wanted, but that was just my warm up and Im ready for you to really fuck me now."

She grinned and gave my dick one last squeeze with her slick pussy, before rolling off me on the opposite side that Erin had moved. I sat up and rolled over, and moved down so I was kneeling between her thighs. She looked up at me from where she was laying on her back and spread her knees wide, giving me full access to her wet slit. I knew what she wanted and wasted no time. Lining the head of my cock up with her dusky slit, i parted her thin inner lips and guided my tool right back into her honey pot. She moaned with delight as I filled her again, and reached down to grab her knees. Pulling her knees up towards her chest, she opened herself up to me wide, and I took advantage of it. Still kneeling, I began to buck my hips back and forth, sliding myself in and out of her. She let out a little whimper as I pulled so far back that only the head of my cock was inside of her, but she moaned with delight as I slammed forwards again, hilting myself fully and filling her up.

Erin moved over to lay next to her and let her fingers trail down to her pussy, pleasuring herself, as her lips found Cheyenne's nipples. She licked and sucked on the hard brown nipples, teasing, stimulating, and alternating little light bites of the chocolate milk colored buds. Cheyenne thrashed, her raven locks wild beneath her head as I picked up my pace. Deep and hard I hammered my cock down into her, letting my hips drive down forcefully, my body slapping into her with gusto.

I felt elated, almost as if I was high, and realized for the only the second time in almost a month, my mana pool was filling up, refreshing. I felt like I hadn't felt in weeks, as I knew the primal energy that these two beautiful lovers were helping me draw was far greater than the single session I'd had with Emily two weeks earlier. Certainly a far greater rush than the small bit I'd felt when I'd healed the man in the hospital with Hector nearby. But it was a passing thought, one I couldn't focus on as Cheyenne thrashed and moaned below me.

"Oh my God!" she cried out, "Holy fucking shit, yes, yes yes! I haven't been fucked this good in so long. I fucking love your cock Mike!" She cried out as I felt her pussy clenching my thrusting shaft, a sign she was approaching another orgasm. But I think Erin took playful offense at that comment and chose that moment to bite Cheyenne's nipple.

"Hey," she said with her teeth clamped on Cheyenne's brown teat.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" Cheyenne moaned, gripping the sheets as she let go of her knees and her ankles came around behind my hips. Her ankles locking against each other as if to keep me from pulling away, not that I had any attention to do so. "Holy shit, this... is... fucking... Ahhhhhh!"

She cried out and thrashed below me as her body was rocked with a powerful orgasm. She cried out wordlessly, and loudly, and her wet passage clamped down on me with a silken vice like grip. It was too much for me, and I felt myself go from carnal pleasure, to the edge of an orgasm, and over that edge in only a few heartbeats.

I grunted deeply and buried my tool fully in Cheyenne's spasming cunt, and a moment later, released. I felt myself unloading my spunk deep inside her as my own orgasm sent little bursts of starlight across my vision. I shut my eyes as I couldn't focus on anything but the pure sexual bliss. I stroked up and down a few more times, each thrust spraying more of my cum inside of her, until finally I could take no more.

Gasping for air, I rolled off her and lay next to her on the bed, on the opposite side that Erin lay. I was still in good shape, but the strength of that orgasm had taken me by surprise. She lay next to me, still gasping and moaning for breath, and occasionally just muttering, "holy shit..." quietly in between gasps.

I lay there for a little bit, trying to center myself, until I heard Cheyenne moan long and loud. Opening my eyes I looked over to see Erin between her thighs, her red hair falling down around her face as she licked Cheyenne's freshly fucked pussy. "Mmmmmm" Erin said, looking up for a moment, her lips and chin already slick with cum and Cheyenne's juices. "Wow he tastes so good when he comes out of you my love."

Cheyenne couldn't even respond, simply moaned, and I smiled and lay my head back down. Until I heard Erin moving over from Cheyenne to kneel above me and say, "and now it's my turn."

I smiled, and I knew that even though all three of us were tired from the day, even though all three of us had a bit of wine, that this night wasn't going to end for a good long while.

to be continued.



Old World Magic Ch. 24



Author's note: I've been considering tweaking the series and self publishing it as an ebook. Fleshing out some of the chapters, adding a little more to the plot that's not directly smut related, etc. Because of this, and because this is the busy time of year, my updates may slow down drastically. I was thinking I'd focus on creating a backlog of chapters before I begin sharing them again. The reason I mention this is because this chapter ends on a very good 'pause point' as it were in the story. Chapter 25 is already in the works by the time you read this, and I'd love to hear feedback either in the comments below or via the feedback email form. As always thank you very much for reading, commenting, favoriting, and voting.

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I woke up thursday morning feeling better than I had in I didn't even know how long. The air in my nostrils reeked of sex, and that couldn't have made me happier. I opened my eyes and then immediately shut them again. I really needed to remember to start drawing the shades before I fell asleep. I cracked them open just enough to stumble to the control panel near the window and lower the shade, which blocked out the Las Vegas morning light that was streaming into the bedroom. 

Blinking and yawning I turned and looked back at the bed. I couldn't help but smile as I saw the two beautiful women that had fucked me, and each other, into a deep slumber earlier that morning. Erin's red hair lay wild and messy out on the bed, but it was to me somehow endearing and adorable. Even more adorable was the way her naked, sweat covered, body was curled protectively around Cheyenne. The fair skinned ginger was spooning the dusky native american beauty in a sweet, obviously loving way. I felt very emotional for a moment as I gazed at the two, proud, loving, and of course, a little horny.

Could I help that? No, of course not. They were drop dead gorgeous and they were in love with me. I knew that now, not just that they loved me, but they loved each other. The fact that their bodies bore the signs of several hours of fucking and foreplay didn't do anything to cause my morning wood to go down. For a moment I considered waking up one, or both, of them and going for another round. Round eight, round nine maybe? Who could keep track after last night? I decided against it and knew that I'd only slept a short while because I was so totally and completely full of mana. I felt energized, alive, like I could do anything and take on the world. But these two women weren't mages, they couldn't go without sleep, and it wouldn't be fair of me to ask them to do so.

Plus, I realized with a bit of sheepish shame, Emily Whitefeld had wanted me to come up and see her last night after I'd finished with the girls. I felt a little upset that it had slipped my mind, but then again, last night had been important. Erin, Cheyenne and I had reconnected and come to a very good place in our strange three way relationship. I grabbed the clothes I'd been wearing yesterday up off the floor and left the bedroom with the two sleeping beauties cuddled on the bed.

I shut the door as quietly as I could behind me and then realized I hadn't showered. I considered going back in as the bathroom was off the bedroom, but I was afraid of waking up Erin or Cheyenne. I could always use my magic to keep them asleep, but for some reason I didn't like that idea. I sighed softly as I looked around the lounge of the suite and then my eyes popped open wide. How had I forgotten?

There, between an empty wine bottle and one of the plates that still bore a few pieces of sliced cheese sat the USB thumb drive. I'd been so taken with the girls last night, and the way we'd reconnected that it had totally fallen to the back of my mind. Hopping into my boxer shorts and nothing else I hustled over and snatched it up. I closed my eyes for a moment and just breathed a sigh of relief, if any wine had spilled on it last night, or if I'd lost it...

I shuddered at that thought, but then pushed away the negativity and went to the side table in the lounge. On it sat the laptop that I'd been using for the last month of my isolation in this room. I sat on the edge of my seat as I slid the thumb drive into the USB slot and waited. Holding my breath I watched as the laptop recognized the thumb drive and opened it. My heart soared and i managed to avoid letting out a whoop of delight as I saw the contents, two files, and two files only. The first a document file just labeled 'notes' and the second a windows address book database. I opened it and saw hundreds of names scroll up onto the screen. I took a chance and typed in a name in the search feature. Then I did let out a whoop of delight, because there it was, there was the name I'd been hoping to see.

John Runningdeer.

I felt a sense of elation, I felt like I was finally making forwards progress in my life. I'd promised Elder Creaklimb that I would find this man, but in the two months that had passed, I hadn't made any progress. I'd tried to search the web for him, and made a few calls, but there was nothing on the net that was any help and the native american tribal counsels I had contacted had been unwilling to help a stranger over the phone. My sense of joy faded a little bit when I realized that the contact information hadn't changed in almost five years, but at least I had a place to start. 

It was ok, it could wait, I had other matters that needed my attention anyways. Including meeting Emily. I picked up the hotel phone and called her office, only to hear the somewhat sour voice of her secretary.

"Miss Whitefeld wanted to meet with me," I said, "This is... um... James Michael Wheeler?" The last part came out almost as a question, so unused to my new name.

"Miss Whitefeld is on a business call at the moment can I have your number and I'll tell her you called?" The secretary said in a bored and rather annoyed tone.

I gave her my room number and hung up. I wondered if Emily would be mad that I didn't come visit her last night. I backed the thumb drive up to some storage space on the 'cloud' before I did anything else, then I removed the thumb drive and left it next to the laptop. I may have had the mind of a thirty nine year old, but I was determined to try to stay in touch with current technology. I didn't want to become anachronistic like some of the older mages, and I certainly didn't want to seem out of place, being unaware of the things that a normal twenty something year old would be. I didn't really care for the terminology, 'the cloud'. I snorted, how stupid. There was no cloud, it was just someone else's computer somewhere.

While I was looking at my online storage space however I again re browsed the images I'd saved recently. I peered at them carefully and nodded, secure in the decision I'd made earlier. I was just getting ready to read through the notes that had come from Adam's computer when the hotel phone rang. I answered quickly, not wanting the ringing to wake up Erin and Cheyenne, and it was Emily's secretary again.

"Miss Whitefeld is very busy today and she wanted me to pass along her displeasure that you weren't able to make the earlier appointment. However she says that if you can come up to her office right now, she's can rearrange her schedule and give you fifteen minutes. But you'll have to come up right away." The woman's voice sounded almost smug, but I ignored it and told her that would be fine. I hung up without thanking her.

I hopped up and threw on last night's clothes, then knowing that I looked like I had just woken up I went to the sink in the suite's kitchen and dashed a little water on my face and finger combed my hair. A second splash of water on my face as I could still smell the scent of pussy on it from last night, then I toweled off, grabbed my key card and made my way to the elevators to meet with Emily.

- - -

She was on the phone again when I entered her office, not surprising since it was getting near eleven in the morning. She frowned as I entered and held up one finger in the classic 'one minute' gesture. I relaxed and unbuttoned the top two buttons on my short sleeve linen shirt and moved to the bar in her office. I'd been thinking about this meeting, trying to decide if I should confront Emily with what I'd learned almost a week ago. I'd been hesitating, because she'd been so good to me since I met her. But I realized too she was using me in a way, and I did consider her a friend, but I just had to know if what I'd discovered was true, or just a hunch. 

I poured a glass of whiskey, then poured a second for her, and turned, leaning on the bar waiting for her phone call to finish. I suppose I could have listened in on her conversation, but it sounded boring, it had to do with some sort of permit, so I tuned it out until I heard her hang up the phone.

I walked over to her, smile on my face and handed her the whiskey before sitting down in the chair in her office. She took one look at the drink and set it on her desk and glowered at me. "I thought you were going to come up and see me last night Mike," she said as she crossed her arms over her chest. She was dressed immaculately and I had no doubt that one of the walls in this office had a hidden closet behind it. I knew she had her own personal washroom, complete with shower, it would only make sense. "I'm not used to being kept waiting, especially by those who are already in my debt."

I shrugged my shoulders and took a sip of whiskey, it was good, very good in fact. "I don't know what you want me to say. You told me to come up here after I put the girls to bed. That's exactly what you said. Well they are finally asleep, it just took a lot longer than we thought it would."

She sniffed the air, "You reek of sex, were you up all night long fucking them or did you just roll out of bed?"

"Little bit of both I suppose. Ended up being a very late night, and it was probably sunup before we fell asleep. I didn't mean to forget about you, I am sorry about that." I nodded once as a way of apology.

She drew in a deep breath and sighed, "So, two things. First off, I've contacted a body shaper in Cali, he knows me and trusts me. He's not really powerful but he's also pretty lazy. He bought the 'wild mage' story I sold him without a question. I told him I'd send you his way for some training. I'll get you the details before you go, just try not to blow your cover to him. Don't let him know you're an arch mage, it might freak him out. Secondly I've got a driver in one of the hotel limousines that is going to take you to San Dimas. It's the small limo, so don't get too excited, but I thought that since you don't have a car, it would be nicer than hiring a cab. One last little thing I can do to send you on your way."

"I appreciate it," I said, not moving, just taking another sip of the whiskey.

"I don't know if those two girls are going with you, but there should be enough room. Assuming they don't have a lot of baggage to fit into the trunk."

I shook my head, "Nope, as far as I know they've got their purses and the clothes on their backs and that's it." I paused and added with a wry smile, "well the clothes that are scattered all over the floor right now at least."

Emily turned and glared again. I could tell she was angry, didn't have to be a mind reader to see that. But I just waited, meeting her gaze calmly. Several very long seconds passed in between the two of us, the two of us just staring each other down. Then I took another sip of the whiskey and she threw up her hands and let out an exasperated gasp. "Dammit Mike, it's not even noon!"

I shrugged, "But it's very good whiskey."

She let out an annoyed snort and put her hands on her desk, leaning forwards and looking at me. I noticed that the cream colored shell under her suit jacket had a rather high, professional neckline. Her entire state of dress was one of the consummate businesswoman, and I was acting anything but professional right now. "So, I guess that's it. It's been fun, keep in touch."

I shook my head no. "I seem to recall that you wanted one last wild ride before I left. Now I know I'm in your debt and I'm not one to welch on a debt. I'm here to pay up before I have to leave."

Emily stood up then, her eyes wide with shock. She laughed out loud, "You're kidding right? You stand me up last night, show up in the middle of my work day, smelling of two other whores, and you think I'm going to just hop on your dick?"

I shook my head no again, "No, I figured I'd bend you over the desk and fuck you till your eyes rolled back."

She laughed again and shook her head in disbelief, "You have got to be kidding. I've always found you funny Mike, but this has to be a joke."

I stood up and walked back to her bar, pouring another half a glass of whiskey. Turning back around and leaning against the bar I looked at her and asked, "How's Helena this time of year by the way?"

The look on Emily's face was exactly what I'd needed, it was the perfect confirmation. In the course of just a few seconds it went from confusion over my sudden switching of topics, to a realization of what I meant, to shock that I had asked, to panic, and then swiftly into a blank mask as I prepared to hear whatever lie she was about to say. Really, with emotions written so clearly across her face, it didn't matter that I couldn't read her mind. Her mouth opened once and shut quickly before she said, "Helena, who's Helena, I don't know anyone by that name."

I smiled at the obvious lie and walked back to the desk slowly, "I'm not talking about a person and you know that Emily. Helena Montana, a nice little town that sprang up around the last chance gulch gold rush of the sixties, the eighteen sixties. Bringing in people from the east, including german immigrants. People who wanted to spend their gold on things like whiskey, gambling, and girls. A town where the orphan girl of a german immigrant could make a very nice living if she was nice to the miners and panners."

Emily said nothing but the color had drained from her face. With one trembling hand she reached down for the glass of whiskey I'd poured her that she'd left sitting on her desk. She brought it to her lips and drained it in three long swallows. I continued, "Helena, the town where you grew up, I'm guessing before your magical abilities manifested. Where a young prostitute named Emily Herr worked in a brothel and casino. Where said young woman eventually took over as head madam and eventually passed the casino on to her 'daughter' who long term residents swore looked exactly like her mother had when she was young."

I had reached her desk and handed her the second glass of whiskey that I'd just poured. I handed it to her and she took it from me as I said, "That Helena."

She closed her eyes and drank the second glass of whiskey down. Then she set the empty glass down on her desk next to the other empty one and without opening her eyes, she asked, "How Mike? How could you possibly know? I haven't thought about that in years, I thought I'd buried that past a long long time ago. How could you have possibly found out?"

I took a seat on the edge of her desk and explained, "I had two weeks of mostly just sitting in that hotel suite. Nothing but the news and the internet to keep me company. I went digging. I wouldn't have ever made the connection except for a few things. First it always struck me as odd how kind you always were to the prostitutes. Oh you pretended to be above them, but I could see you really didn't think that way. You knew what it was like, you knew what it meant to sell your body, and you didn't judge women that did. Then you let slip your age that one time. Two hundred and fifty and you don't look a day over twenty five Emily, you should be proud. Next, I admit, was only because we'd spent so much time together. I noticed you still have the slightest traces of an accent when you're excited, but it's local and it's mid western, with a hint of German around the letter K. I've always loved accents, find them fascinating. But it's strange that after all this time, you still have a hint of it."

She opened her eyes and turned, walking to the large windows as I explained. "I may not have thought anything about it, except for the fact that Hector Todd still has a heavy accent. He told me he left the caribbean decades ago, a century ago maybe, but his accent is still so thick that he's hard to understand sometimes. But it's not just Cuban, not just Jamaican, there's something else in there that I'd never heard. I think it's a bit of whatever he had when he came over from Africa."

Emily wasn't moving, wasn't responding, her back an impassive wall so I continued, "So I knew how old you were, I had an idea of where you were from. Don't forget, I was a school teacher, I taught about the immigration and founding of the west for years in my high school global studies classes. So it was a matter of time and dedication, research. It wasn't easy either. There was only one picture of you and I wasn't sure it was you. Emily Herr, owner of the Royal Lady Casino, November 1889. It was one of a hundred pictures that had been submitted in a push to try to get more people to move to the newly admitted state. Why wouldn't you show a picture of a woman who had been successful in the territories? A woman who managed to find her fortune in the state, if she could do it, certainly anyone with enough moxie and grit could, right?"

She nodded her head, but continued to say nothing. I was running out of things to say but finished my thoughts, "Even then, it was a long shot. Emily Herr, Emily Whitefeld, it wasn't a smoking gun, but I've noticed of the mages that I've gotten to know, we tend to keep to our names. I'm on my third name already, Micheal Gray, Mike Naughton, and now James Michael Wheeler. Adam as well, he told me that he was born with that name. Hector, I don't know what his original name was, but I'd be willing to bet the first name he had in english was Hector. So there was that connection, the first name. Of course Emily isn't exactly an uncommon name. But even though the face was different, there was something in the way the woman in that grainy old photo was standing. One hand on her hip, head cocked just a tiny bit. It was what the kids now a days called 'swagger'. Emily had it back then and something about it just called to me, just spoke to me of the woman I'd gotten to know. Professional and successful, but trying oh so hard to hide her pride at what she'd accomplished. I didn't know, I couldn't be sure, but I suspected. Here was a woman, who had accomplished so much in a time and in a place where women didn't. Oh that Emily Herr, she could have been the elder, the 'mother' Herr. But she didn't look like she was in her late forties, and she was certainly too old to be the younger Emily, who the records would have said would have only been a young girl at the time."

There was a long period of silence, a minute, maybe two, and then Emily's intercom chirped loudly. She turned and I saw her face full of raw emotion. She slammed her hand down on her phone and said angrily, "Hold all my calls, push back all my appointments.

The voice of the sour secretary on the other end managed to get out, "But Miss Whitefeld..." before Emily cut her off.

"If I am interrupted once until I tell you, I'll have you escorted off the premises and your termination papers waiting for you when you get to the front door." She let go of the phone and looked up at me, her eyes questioning. She wanted more but that was really all I had. But I could tell that she was waiting for me to say something.

I shrugged my shoulders, "So, I'm guessing your magic hit you some time in your twenties and at first people didn't notice that your looks weren't fading. At first they didn't care because you were just another pretty whore. Then maybe a pretty madam who took good care of her looks. But when you became the owner, then people started noticing. How long did you have to lie about your age? How did you pull off the switch from mother to daughter?"




Old World Magic Ch. 24



Emily laughed, but it wasn't a mirthful laugh, more full of anger than anything else, "You'd be amazed how little men notice things when you've got your mouth wrapped around their prick. Oh and makeup, I had the best makeup. But you're right, eventually I had to start talking about my daughter. Even adopted a little girl, an orphan, raised her for a while, then sent her to a very nice school back east. I'd started dealing with proxies whenever I could, and when my 'daughter' came home, I kept up the charade for a little while. Young mistress Emily only wore scantily clad outfits that would have made the whores blush, always in full makeup, dolled up to beat the band. While old mother Emily rarely left the house anymore. When she did it was in full garments from the top of my chin to the dirt. A little extra padding in the bra, let it ride lower and no one knew my tits were as firm as they'd always been. A bit of a hunch and a lot of pancake makeup and a shaky voice. People just seemed to forget that only a few years earlier 'mother' Emily had been healthy, vibrant, and active."

"Like magic huh?" I asked with a wry smile.

She did laugh then, a true laugh. "Yeah, I couldn't manipulate minds the way you could. I didn't even know how to use my magic, I just knew things usually turned out the way I wanted them. I thought I was lucky at first, then damn lucky, then I wondered if I was cursed with the devil's own luck. Then I started seeing the patterns, started manipulating them, I didn't have a teacher, I figured it all out on my own. No idea if that was good or bad."

She sighed, "It was tough for a few years, but thankfully there weren't a lot that were the type to stick around town. Other than the businessmen and their families, the banker, the mayor, most people came, stuck it out a few years, then died or moved on, back east, or further west. But like I said, it's amazing what you can get away with if you're willing to suck a dick."

I laughed and smiled at her. I really genuinely liked Emily. I thought she was strong, smart, funny, pretty, and a hell of a good businesswoman. I thought of her as a friend. That's why what she said next shocked me. "So is that what this is about Mike? Is this blackmail then? You bring up my ancient past... what... because you want me to suck you off? I'd do it, I don't care. I wanted to fuck you so bad last night anyways, what do I care? Or is it more than that, is it because you don't like being in my debt? You go free, and I leave you alone, and you never bring this up to anyone else?"

I stood up out of my chair, shocked and horrified, "Emily, dear God, no! Oh Emily, I wouldn't ever... I couldn't..."

"Well, what then Mike?" She yelled at me out of frustration, "What do you want with all of this? Why bring it all up? If it's not for blackmail Why?"

I came around the desk and took her into my arms and hugged her, and amazingly she didn't resist. I kissed the top of her head and whispered into it, "Because I told you, I'm going to bend you over this desk and fuck you till your eyes roll back."

She laughed then, slapping at my chest, "Fucking stop it Mike, you're not funny."

I held her back looking at her at arm's length and smiled, "You're laughing, I must be funny. Besides I told you I don't welch on my bets. I'm so indebted to you that I can't imagine how I'll ever pay you back for everything you've done for me. I consider you a good and true friend, probably the only real friend I've had since I came out west from New York. But since you've got more money, more influence, more connections, more of everything than I do, I figured I could start by paying you back the only way I know how."

She smirked and rolled her eyes, "With a wild fuck eh?"

I nodded, "I didn't learn all this about you to blackmail you Emily. I learned all this because I wanted to know about you. I wanted to know where you came from, what makes you tick. But you know what the realization I came too was?"

She shook her head no, and I grin devilishly at her, "Despite everything you ever accomplished, how far you've come, in a way you're always going to have that bit of you inside that you started out as. You're always going to be that poor daughter of German immigrants who let dirty men take her body for money. Plus after that time two weeks ago when you wanted me to be rough with you, I realized that you like it. You probably don't date much, but today's men aren't men with a capital M, not like they were when you were a child. No, Emily, I'm not going to blackmail you, I'm just going to fuck you the way you want to be fucked, as one last thank you."

Emily made a soft sound, somewhere between a sigh and a moan and her body shifted slightly, almost as if her knees weren't supporting her fully anymore. Thankfully I had a good grip on her arms. I leaned her against the desk and she gripped it as if she was about to faint, but when she looked up at me, I knew I was right. Still, I did value her friendship, and I didn't want to be wrong about this, so I had to ask, "I'm right about this aren't I? About all of it?"

Emily bit her lip, looked at her head, and nodded once, almost as if she was afraid to speak. I reached out and touched her face with the back of my hand and whispered, "Good, because you're going to like what comes next."

I brought my hands to the cream colored shell of her blouse and grabbed it. Violently I yanked in both directions, popping off the two buttons and tearing the silk several inches in one go. Her body jerked at the violent motion and she gasped. But I yanked again, tearing the shirt wide open and popping her jacket open in only three more violent tugs. She looked shocked at the sudden violence and started to open her mouth to say something, but I stopped her. "Don't open that mouth unless you plan on using it to please me woman."

I grinned at her and spread open her now ruined silk shirt beneath it she wore a cream colored bra. I grabbed her by the back of the head and moved in, pressing my body against hers, pinning her to the desk. My mouth met her lips and I kissed her hungrily. At first she resisted slightly, but then the floodgates broke and she returned my affection. Her hands came up to my arms and gripped them, but she did not push me away. My free hand slid between us and up underneath the cup of her bra, to grab one warm breast. My thumb and forefinger found her nipple and pinched it, drawing a gasp from her mouth. "Ouch," she said softly.

"Shut your mouth whore, I'm not paying you to hear ouch." I said in a gruff voice, playing up the whole vibe of the rough gold miner. 

She nodded and apologized, "Sorry mister, I'll be good, just don't beat on me please."

I pinched her nipple again, and twisted it just a little, and she gasped but she didn't cry out, "You gonna do what I tell ya?" I asked her.

She nodded her head, "Everything you say mister."

"Good." I let go of her hair and stepped back. One hand still up her bra, rolling her nipple between my fingers, I let my right hand drift down to the waistband of my pants. I unbuttoned them and opened them. Then reaching into my boxers, I pulled my cock out. It was still soft, but had begun to plump up slightly. "Then get down there and suck me."

I stepped back and let go of her nipple, but grabbed her ruined shirt and the edge of her jacket and yanked them upwards, pulling them up over her head and then throwing them off to the side. Dutifully she sank down to her knees and looked up at me, but then she paused. I knew what she was thinking at that moment. I'd spent hours fucking two other women, their scent, their dried cum, and probably a good bit of my own, was still all over my dick, balls, well that whole region probably. Adding a few hours sleep on top of it probably hadn't made it smell any fresher either. She looked at my flaccid but thickening cock, then back up at me, unsure if she should say something, so I cut her off.

*SLAP* I slapped her across the face. Not very hard, but enough to sting and leave a very pale red mark where three of my fingers had hit her. "Well whore? What the hell are you waitin for? I told you to suck. Do I gotta get rough?"

God bless her, but she didn't even reply. She simply grabbed my hardening dick and took it into her mouth. I groaned as she pushed her nose right into my abdomen, wrapping her lips around the very base of my cock. I could feel her swirling her tongue around the hardening shaft and eventually I grew too big for her to fit fully in her mouth anymore. Then did she truly start sucking. Bobbing her head back and forth, her spittle coating my cock, washing away the funk from the two women of last night. I even felt her force her head down until the head of slammed into the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. She pulled back, coughing a little as her saliva spewed past her lips around my my shaft.

I grabbed her by the top of the head and said, "I didn't tell you that you could stop." With that I forced her head back down onto my dick, pressing my cock head into the very back of her throat. Still I pushed my hips forwards as I pulled her head towards me. Her hands gripped my thighs and squeezed, so I backed off just a little bit, enough to give her a breath, before I thrust my hips forwards again. I didn't try to fuck her so hard my cock would slide into her throat, but just the same I began fucking her mouth. I held her head and repeatedly slammed my dick into her mouth until it hit the back of her mouth, then drew back just long enough to do it again and again and again.

Her breath was coming in short ragged gasps, wet and panting when I stopped, with only the head past her lips. But even then, I felt her tongue leap into action, swirling around the tip, licking as her lips tightened, creating a nice seal around the sensitive bit beneath the head. "Look up at me whore," I commanded.

Dutifully she did, without stopping the sucking action of her lips or the twirling licks of her tongue. I smiled down at her, "See how much easier this goes when you do what I say?"

She nodded her head slightly, but continued her oral actions. Unable to resist I asked her, "and you don't mind being the third whore in a row do you? Tasting two others on my dick?" She hesitated for a moment but I raised my hand as if I was going to slap her again.

Quickly she pulled her lips off my cock, her hand replacing her lips as she jerked my spit slick cock and she answered, "No mister, I don't mind it, whatever you say. Whatever you say, jus don' hit me no more." She was into it now. I could see her mouth curl into a smile even as she said such wanton things. I could see the sparkle in her eyes, the slight crinkle at the edges as she smiled with her whole face, even as she fought to fight it, fought to stay in character as a scared whore.

I managed to avoid smiling back, just barely, and knew that I was close to breaking character. "Well, you done a good job cleanin my shaft, but now get down an clean the rest!" I said to her, taking my dick out of her hands and lifting it up, jerking it very lightly and exposing my heavy nut sack.

Emily wasted no time but dove forwards again, her wet tongue coming free from her mouth. Her pink tongue laved across my balls, and I could tell now that she was into our little role play. For gone was any hesitation over the lingering scent or remains from last night's orgy. No, now Emily was fully into the role of the poor western whore who just needed to do whatever this alpha male said, and with gusto. She left no bit of my sex unwashed as her lips and tongue worked wetly across me and she even lifted my nuts to begin to wash towards the back. As her licking grew closer and closer towards my taint and she began to have trouble reaching with my trousers and boxers still on, I stopped her.

"Sit on the desk woman." I commanded as I pulled my shirt off and stepped out of my trousers and boxers. She scrambled up quickly to sit on the edge of the desk as I shucked the rest of my clothing, including shoes and socks. Because come on, that's always weird, to be naked and still have socks on. Maybe if they were cowboy boots... I shook my head, focusing on the wonderful task ahead of me.

I grabbed Emily by the knees and forced her legs apart, her business suit skirt riding high up on her thighs and stepped in close to her. "You did a pretty good job, but you'd better be ready for me, cause I'm done messin around."

I shoved her skirt upwards, where it bunched around the very tops of her thighs. Her panties, cream colored and bikini cut, with lace edging were exposed with the Vegas sunlight streaming in through the full windows behind me. I cupped her pussy, letting my fingers press into the satin fabric that covered her slit and rubbed her roughly. "Huh," I said as I felt the dampness of the cloth, "I guess you are ready, ain't ya?"

"Yes mister," she said with a nod, "I'm your little whore, ready to take that massive tool if you want."

I grinned and grabbed her by the hips. I yanked her forwards right off the desk. She fell into me with a gasp, but I quickly spun her around so that she was facing her desk. Then with a shove, she stumbled forwards, her hips bumping into the desk and she fell forwards, her hands flying out to stop her as she fell over the edge of the desk. I stepped up behind her, and placed one hand on the small of her back, preventing her from rising back up and chuckled, "Oh, you're going to get it so good now whore."

She moaned slightly as she spread her legs apart, bringing her hips exactly at the level of her desk, and didn't bother trying to fight me. I yanked her cream colored panties aside, exposing her pussy, wet and aroused. I noticed that the triangle of closely cropped blonde hair sat on her mons, but her slick lips were smooth as silk. She was after all, expecting me last night, so I wasn't surprised. I lined the head of my cock up with her crinkled inner lips, which were spread due to her own arousal, and pressed the tip forwards. My cock head sank into her pink slickness with only a minimum of resistance. But I didn't want her to feel like I was going easy on her. So I held her hips in one hand, while keeping her panties pulled to the side with my other. Then, I leaned forwards, quickly pushing all my body weight towards her desk.

She cried out then, whether in pain or pleasure, I wasn't sure. But my cock forced it's way into her honey pot. I felt her passage stretch wide around my invading girth, and I could feel myself hit the back wall before I was fully inside of her. She mewled a little, a soft plaintive noise as the hard tip of my dick pressed up into her deepest recesses. But I wasn't done yet. "Hand me them scissors on your desk," I commanded as I paused with still an inch of my cock outside of her.

Dutifully she did, reaching for the pair that sat near some partially opened mail, then handing them back to me without even turning to look at me. Snip, snip, two cuts along her hips and her panties were freed from her body. I pulled them down away from her slick cunt and leaned forwards. The act alone drove another fraction of my inch into her, stretching her more and causing her to moan again. "Open that whore mouth." I commanded. She turned and looked at me for a moment and then did so, presenting her pretty pink tongue. I reached down and stroked her wet pussy lips, gathering just a bit of her own natural lube before presenting the two fingers to her mouth. 

She sucked on them as if I'd presented my cock to her, her eyes closing and moaning as she licked my finger tips clean of her juices. "Good girl," I complimented her before pulling my fingers free of her mouth, and quickly replacing them with her ruined panties. With both fingers I tucked all of the satin material into her mouth, then commanded again, "Now close that pretty little whore mouth."

She smiled as her lips closed over the ruined fabric, and I grinned back, "Good, that aughta keep you quiet, cause I'm not all the way in yet." Then I leaned back, pulling partially out, and grabbing her hips again with both hands. With her body pinned between me and the desk, she had no route for escape as I began slamming my cock into her hard, repeatedly, deeper and deeper as each thrust got the last few bits of my cock inside her. She moaned and cried out muffled around the panties in her mouth.

Finally however I felt my hairless pubis slap against her wet lips. "Ahh there you go, I knew you could take it all whore," I said as I brought my hand up and then down to land a stinging slap on her exposed ass cheek. "Now hang on cause we ain't stoppin till I'm satisfied."

She cried out a little, but I began sawing my thickness in and out of her in long strokes. Drawing out slowly and then slamming back into the hilt, with each forward thrust. I wasn't at all surprised when she began clawing at the desk, raising up on her tip toes, and shaking only a few minutes into the hard paced brutal fuck I was giving her. Her body quivering, her pussy clenching around me, it was obvious when the first powerful orgasm grabbed her body and shook it.

Normally I might have finished after ten minutes of that, especially when the third orgasm wracked her body and caused her to clench down on my dick tightly, but I'd spent all night long fucking and I was a little dehydrated. But after a good fifteen minutes of that rough jack hammering pace, she turned and looked at me. She knew not to break character and not to spit out the panties, but I read the look in her eyes, and felt my character slip a little. I decided to take pity on her, sort of. I cocked my head and said, "What's the matter whore? Gettin sore down there?"

She moaned around the panties and nodded her head slightly. I smiled and said, "Ok, well I'm gettin close, but I'll give your poor cunny a break." She seemed relieved for about a second, till she saw me bring my hand to my mouth, gather up my saliva and then spit onto my fingers. Her eyes went wide when I brought my saliva slicked digits to her tight pink asshole. She started to cry out around the panties, but I didn't let her. I jammed one finger in, all the way to the second knuckle on my first press.

She cried out and let her face flop forwards on the desk, resigned to what was coming. I kept pumping my hips, enjoying the feeling of her silken pussy as long as I could before I sodomized her. I added a second finger to her oh so tight asshole and worked them in and out, even as I heard her whimpering cries around the panties. 

I began to feel a little bad, and wondered if I was taking things too far. I let my body stay on auto pilot and closed my eyes for a moment. I thought about the spells to read her thoughts and was suddenly amazed. It was always hard to read a mage, and damn near impossible if they were resisting you, but Emily's mind was almost wide open to me. Oh there was a little static, but she wasn't resisting at all. It was almost like her mind was being as submissive as she was sexually. But I didn't want to read her mind, just the surface thoughts to make sure I wasn't going too far. What I found however, encouraged me. Her thoughts seemed to be centered around three general ideas; 'this is going to hurt, but feel so good at the same time' 'why does he have to leave? I haven't been fucked this good in years' and finally 'oh god I know I'm going to cum again if he fucks my ass.'

I retreated from her mind, but left a little mental suggestion to reinforce that last point. This was for her enjoyment as well after all. "I think you're about ready," I muttered as I pulled my shaft from her dripping slit. Then lining my cock head up with my finger tips, I pulled them free of her pink ring and quickly replaced one with the other. She cried out again around the panties as my fat cock head speared open her asshole. But I didn't stop. I pulled out and pushed in, never fully letting myself leave her tightest of holes. She was practically in tears before I worked all eight and a half thick inches into her back door. But I slapped her ass and told her to quit cryin or I'd really give her something to cry about. She nodded her head and pressed it again against the desk.




Old World Magic Ch. 24



Now it was all about getting myself off. I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide as I deep dicked her tight knot, fucking hard and fast, only focusing on getting myself off. I could feel my heavy nut sack slapping against her wet slit, and was aware, at least partially that she was moaning and crying at the same time, a mix of pleasure and pain as I reamed her with my tool.

It only took a few minutes, and finally I felt my nut sack tightening up, a sure sign that I was about to blow. I grunted and buried myself fully in her asshole, and released, roaring as I felt my spunk shooting deep into her bowels. Her body once again quaked as the magical suggestion I'd left for her encouraged her body to orgasm in mirror to mine. But before I even finished firing my load inside of her, she suddenly went slack.

Slightly concerned, I pulled my dripping cock from her asshole as a torrent of white hot spunk followed it. As soon as I stopped to ask if she was ok, she began to slide down towards the floor. I caught her and turned her around and saw that her eyes were closed, though her eyelids were fluttering. I opened her mouth and pulled out the ruined panties and slapped her face very lightly, "Emily, Emily, are you ok?"

I lowered her to the floor as her eyes fluttered open and she had a dazed look on her face. "Are you ok?" I asked again.

She swallowed once and in a hoarse voice asked softly, "If you say I am mister." I smiled and hugged her to me, glad I hadn't actually hurt her. She sighed and said, "Jesus Mike, you weren't kidding, you really did fuck me till my eyes rolled back." Then in a soft voice she added, "Maybe you could stay another night or two..."

- - -

A short while later I was back in the hotel suite. I'd packed up everything I could out in the main part of the suite, not that there was much I could take. The laptop wasn't even mine, it belonged to the hotel and I had just been borrowing it. All the clothing I owned fit into a pair of brown paper grocery bags. Two pairs of shoes, and some personal toiletries. I really hadn't done much since I'd faked my own death.

After fucking Emily I'd chatted with her for a while, and she made me promise to come visit her again after I'd gotten settled. I agreed I would. Then she kicked me out of her office and made her way, on still wobbly legs, to her private bathroom. I'd come back to the suite to find my girls, Erin and Cheyenne still sound asleep, almost as if they hadn't moved the entire time I'd been gone. It was possible that they hadn't, I had only been gone for a little over an hour. I tried to pack up quietly, to let them get as much sleep as possible. 

But finally I knew that I could delay no more. Emily had told me that the driver in the limo would be waiting downstairs in the parking garage for me as long as I needed. Still I thought it best to get a move on. I decided that I'd hop in the shower and if the noise from that didn't wake the girls up, I'd wake them afterwards.

It was no surprise of course when the two of them stepped into the shower their hands immediately going to touch me, their lips finding mine. But it was Erin who asked, "So Mike, what's the plan?" Even as Cheyenne's hand found and began caressing my cock in the warm shower spray.

"Well girls, we're going to get moving and leave Vegas. We've got a new life to start." I said with a slight sigh as Cheyenne's grip squeezed my shaft.

"Together, right?" Erin asked as the shower turned her ginger locks dark and plastered them to her pale skin.

I nodded, "Yes baby, together."

"Oh good," Cheyenne muttered still sounding somewhat sleepily, a moment before she lowered herself to the shower floor and wrapped her lips around my cock.

to be continued?