0 comments/ 14864 views/ 3 favorites Princil's Magic Ch. 01 By: kurtrellians Remzain heard the shouts from outside as the family ate their sumptuous meal. "What is this?" said father, plainly irritated, when at this time of the evening the streets should be calm as the people of the city went to their own homes, to communal kitchens, and gatherings for worship or pleasure. The work of the day should now be over. "Do not allow it to spoil your meal," said Ishtral, his first wife, and mother of some of his children, now all adult, around the table. Ishtral was always so calming, and Remzain loved her for it. They had always been so close, and Ishtral was a second mother to her, having helped to bring her up, alongside her own physical mother, the beautiful Serena, who sat on the other side of father. Serena, her mother, was father's second wife. "I won't," said the usually moderate merchant, "but it is unusual at this time of day. Listen there is more." It was true enough. There was more shouting. Remzain could hear it clearly. It sounded like screams of panic. She felt an intuition of alarm, the same as her father suffered. "Alos. You are nearest the door. Why don't you go out and take a quick look," suggested Ishtral. Alos was her oldest son, Remzain's oldest half brother, a fine organiser, and lover of many women. He was 39 years old now, the thought of which made her feel her own advancing age. "A good idea," agreed father. "Of course," said Alos, looking sceptical, but being a dutiful man he acceded to the wishes of the household. He pushed back his chair and rose towards the door, closing it firmly behind him as he went out to investigate. Minutes went by. Chatter returned to the household, but cries from outside could still be heard. The door opened again and Alos reentered. His face was white as a sheet, and he seemed unsteady, gripping on the back of his own chair. "What is it Alos?" asked Ishtral, often the matriarch of the household. All around the table were silent, shocked by the appearance of their brotherson. Whatever the commotion outside it must be serious if it had so affected their brotherson. "A foreign fleet is in the harbour, and up the river. It is immense," uttered Alos, almost choking with the shock of it." "Well who are they son?" asked father, who also seemed alarmed. "I think we can guess," croaked Alos. "Grumandorians, or Pelancirians?" guessed father. "No one knows for sure. But yes, I think so. The banners of Grumandor have been seen. But it is a huge fleet, far larger than anything which has been reported before," said Alos. There was silence for a second as the household considered the implications of this astounding news. "What is this fleet doing here Alos?" asked Serena, Remzain's mother. "Do they intend to land and occupy the city?" Her words seemed foolish, for everyone knew of the threatened invasion of the Animarian kings, even if they were divided in their opinions about whether it would come to pass. None had expected it to come here to their beautiful home city of Cromilil. "Of course they intend to occupy and conquer the city," said a quiet and, to Remzain's ears, deathly voice. She shuddered to hear her full brother's voice so despairing. She was more used to his warm playfulness, his optimism and wonder. The same white pallor which had struck her half brother Alos was upon Princil, who sat opposite his sister. His despair emptied her more than Alos, because they had often felt as one, growing up closely together, both the offspring of mother Serena and father. They thought alike sometimes, and when they did not, complimented each other. "What do you see Princil?" asked Ishtral, sensitive to the sensitive one's developing magewisdom. She had betrayed elements of seeing ability at times, but presently she could see nothing of the future. "I see dark men and dark creatures scowling at our arts and our free souls," whispered Princil, as if in pain. "They come with swords to take what is not theirs. They are not preservers. They come to destroy what could be theirs if they cared. I see visions of which I cannot tell. Some of these I cannot reveal for none should have their hopes destroyed." Remzain was shocked to observe the change which had come over her brother. Princil at 23 was normally a content young man, who took great joy in the arts and culture of civilisation. He was a gifted painter and also a prolific writer of poems and prose, but also the young man had been developing his natural gifts as a wizard. "Enough," cried Alos, as if in the grip of his own visions. "This will get us nowhere. If their ships are full they will surely take the city. We are all in grave danger. We must try to defend ourselves, I suppose, but we are not ready for this. It is unexpected." "Not completely unexpected," said father. "We knew the Grumandorians and the Pelancirians were coming to Shalirion. There has been much talk of it. We only did not know where they intended to attack first. They were seen hundreds of miles away, in the northwest, a short week ago. I wish to know how they could have come to our shores so quick." "By magic. They have a strong magic behind them, dark and evil," said dark Princil bitterly. "I can feel it. I have never felt the like before!" Chanceleord, their father, sighed and bowed his head. "All is lost. How can we hope to beat them off. Our standing armies are in the North. If they have the vast fleet you say Alos and a dark and evil magic also, as you say Prancil, then there appears to be little we can do. We must hope they will accept a surrender." "Surely you do not propose to surrender the city to those barbarians without a fight?" said Alos, angrily. He respected his father highly, and they had worked closely together in recent years as he had come into his years of responsibility, but he did feel able to question his father's judgement. The suggestion of cowardly surrender appalled him. Shalirion was a prosperous and powerful land, its culture better developed than any land in the world. A thousand years, and more of peace and tolerance, the appreciation of beauty and the satisfaction of its peoples, the prosperity of balanced and positive trades of many descriptions; these were the achievements of the Empire of Peace. The Empire had survived the awful threat of the greedy barbarians who lapped around it only by the active defence of its armies on many occasions in the past, and when necessary by the weaving of great magic. "If we wish to save our lives and the lives of our citizens then surrender of the city may be the sensible course," said Chanceleord rationally. "Our armies are not here Alos. We have no time to organise our defence. If we resist violently we will invite their savagery." "We cannot do any good sat here," declared Alos impatiently. "If we do not organise a defence the city will fall easily. Father what is the best course? Surely we must raise what defence we can." "An organised and prepared defence may give the city some bargaining power," nodded Chanceleord solemnly. "We could negotiate terms of surrender then. But we are not ready. Our men are not in the best places for resistance, nor are they equipped. We cannot hope to resist them. While we speak the Animarians may be disembarking and beginning to occupy the city. "I must go to find other Councillors, and leading citizens who may negotiate a surrender," declared Chanceleord. "There is not much time. There is no time for tears or soul searching. I must act." Father took the hands of his two wives Ishtral and Serena, very briefly, scouring them with distraught eyes. All knew that these were suddenly dangerous times, that it was possible they would not see him again, that their own lives and patterns of existence were about to change. Even Remzain and the younger sons and daughters sensed the sad loss of the moment. Still each hoped for a way for the family to survive this misfortune. "Enough, there is little time," said Chanceleord, pulling himself away from his loved ones. "I am going to find councillors or leaders who live nearby. We will form a delegation to speak to the invaders. By all means Alos round up some men, but there is insufficient time to be organised. They may aid our negotiation. But hear me! There must be no violent resistance. That can only bring disaster upon us. The Grumandorians particularly would only punish us." "Father!" protested Alos. "We should seek to resist in some way. We cannot meekly hand them all they wish to possess." Chanceleord fixed his eldest son with a stare which invited no argument, "No son. Do not argue, there is no time for that. Follow my words. Observe the surrender. There will be another day for fighting. Will you son?" "Yes of course father." Chanceleord bowed to his son, having no time to grasp his hand, and said, "I go," as he opened the door, and went out to discover his destiny. Alos went outside again. The household was in chaos, but nothing useful was being done. He felt the need to assess the best course of action. If the city could create any realistic defence then it must be organised. He was one who could assist in this. Perhaps he could raise the warehousemen and dockworkers, and any employees of the family merchant House into some kind of fighting force to help the soldiers in the defence of the city. If the numbers of the invaders were too great then perhaps it would be better to get away, escape and assist the rest of the Empire in the coming struggle. While there was chaos in the streets of the city, and the defenders fell before the power of the invaders Princil tried, in the only way he could, to stem the tide of the savage invaders. He was no fighter. The lessons others had learned he had shied away from. He could barely wield a sword, but it had long been evident to all who knew about these things that his gifts were in the gentler matters of life, and in sorcery. In the latter his talents were precocious and badly controlled, but there was no doubting he could see and could effect spells. "Ishtral!" he cried. "I need to make a magic. Of protection, to hide us, or turn them away from our door." "You cannot save us," she cried desperately. "We are at their mercy. Hopefully we will be safe when the fighting stops." "You forget, half mother, one truth!" "And what might that be, young one?" said Ishtral, unused to being told, somewhat resentful of that. "I can see what can be, what will be. It is not pretty." "You know don't you?" she cried, horrified. "What can you see? Do you see our downfall?" Ishtral had knowledge, she could sense his vision, knew something of what such knowledge might entail. "Tell me. I wish to know what you see." "No. I cannot tell you. The truth might affect you badly. I do not wish any of you to lose hope. All I can say is the truth is not carved in stone. The future can always be changed, potentially. If we are to stand any chance we must make magic. The alternative is not good." "Tell me what becomes of us in your visions," asked Ishtral again, not wishing to hear the answer, but believing that she must. "I have some knowledge. They say the truth cannot hurt. I am told I am a strong woman." "I know you are strong, and wise. That is partly why I wish to make a request of you. But believe me. You do not want to know what happens in my seeing. Trust that I direct you on the best possible path, to avoid the worst." She looked at him again, tears in her eyes. The truth must indeed be bad if he could not reveal it even to her. "Alright then. If you must keep your knowledge secret, so be it. What is it then that you request of me?" Other members of the family, Serena, Princil's own mother, and Remzain, his full sister, listened to Princil's words with bated breath, conscious of the urgency and danger of their situation, and amazed by the desperate vigour of Princil's demeanor. Ishtral's two daughters and two other sons had gone to their rooms before to prepare themselves for whatever they might need in the coming crisis. "We need to make a strong magic. One of the surest ways is for the magic maker to make sexual energy. This can be strongest with a person who would normally be forbidden to him." "You mean me?" she gulped, surprised. "I do." "But we are not forbidden, we just never have because ..." She left the half sentence hanging in the heavy air. "I know. Partner's offspring may not be encouraged, but there is no ban. We are not of the same flesh." "Serena has had my son, Alos, many times. It is not forbidden." "But in our minds it has been. We have never before, together. It is not because I have not wanted to," he revealed. "You should have asked. I might not have said no." "You are the female head of the household. We are different generations." "Not enough different for you not to have thought it," she said. "That will make our union more powerful now," he said, "that I would have liked one day to ask, but that I could never quite pluck up the courage. In my mind you were forbidden to me." "I would that this revelation could be made under different circumstances. Then we might have enjoyed what we did. But today, if I do this thing, we cannot enjoy it," she said. "We must enjoy it, there is no other way. The magic requires passion, enjoyment, or even desperation!" Princil waited as Ishtral took in his strange request at this time of desperation. As he surveyed her time slowed, perhaps a mage's privilege. She possessed golden hair, cut tidily, but not short, as befitted a powerful matriarch well into her middle age. Even as a twelve year old in her household he had admired and wanted her, before he could understand what wanting really meant, or what sexual companionship felt like. She had actually been his first crush, as far as he could recall, or perhaps his strongest. Then her hair had been long and flowing, a much sought after beauty, still in the prime of her vigour, although a mature woman even then. Her maturity had been the aspect which made her so perfect. She had been mature, therefore not silly and childish like the females he knew so well in the household and at school. She was very much forbidden to him at that time. To have been sexual with her at that time would have broken nearly every rule in the sexual rulebook. Athough Ishtral was a half mother to him, she had been like a mother, helping him to read and learn about life from the early years, always approachable, although demanding respect and politeness, never straying into the overfamiliarity which children could have in their chatter. No adult was permitted to have sexual relations with a child, so Princil had never expected that he could touch Ishtral in a sexual way while still in the years of his minority. He had had to be content with the occasional hug and the pleasure of her presence in the household, but there had of course been others closer to his own age to concern himself with. He remembered well thinking, at the age of sixteen, that he was of an age where he could be free in his choices, sexual among many other matters. He used his new found freedom sparingly at first, sharing only with those young women who made a connection to his artistic sensibilities. He wanted Ishtral, as every man in the neighbourhood must have, or so he thought, but he had not the confidence to ask, and she seemed not to consider it. He was too young he told himself. They were an age apart. As he gained in experience he put the thoughts of Ishtral from his mind mostly. There were enough sexual diversions for a young and handsome man in the prime of life, and Ishtral, ageing, was beginning to lose her magnetism. In this hour of need and panic it came to him that the magic they could produce by their bonding would be powerful indeed. The thought of such a union awoke his childhood fascination, her maturity and assured presence opened the floodgate of a hidden passion within him. His penis was aflame with passion already, and he felt the power of what it could produce. He had to have faith that he might succeed in protecting this house. His despair lifted somewhat already as he felt the power of his own passion. If it were matched by Ishtral it would be powerful indeed. He had to believe it was possible to succeed, to hide this building and all inside it from the invaders, an act of faith. "Can we Ishtral?" he asked, even as he realised in his own mind, that if his magic was to have any chance of success at all he must let out his own passions on this woman. What would he do if she said no? Could he oblige, or even force his own half mother, not of his own flesh, but of the household which raised him, to succumb to his passion? Such was the danger of the hour that a higher need drove him, the need to save himself and as many of his household as possible, including Ishtral. Even if she were to say no, he understood that he might have to attempt to take her in some way, even if it were by force, unless perhaps there was some other source or means to create sufficient magic. It would not come to that. He felt sure that Ishtral would understand the danger they were all in. She had some knowledge of magic, basic but enough to understand what was required. It came to him that there were others here with whom he could produce magic. He had already considered some of them; Ishtral's adult daughters Samatha and Felyst. Both were in their rooms, but he knew them too well to produce much magic. Both had been frequent bedfellows, although no conception would be allowed, because they were blood half sisters. Perhaps he could use them in some supporting role. The thought occurred to him that if he could involve them with their own mother in womanly embrace, while he plundered all three a powerful magic could be wrought. To breach the taboos which held their society in place was a way to produce powerful feelings, strong emotions and forbidden passion. He doubted he would be able to persuade either the daughters or the mother to join him in such unusual and forbidden acts in the small time they had now. The magic produced would be great, if it were possible, because of the effects it would have on him. But to induce daughters to behave sexually with their mother, or the mother to lie with her own offspring would be quite impossible, he knew it, even in these dire circumstances. To be observed in lustful combination with their beautifully sculptured mother, by the two daughters, would however raise magic of a high intensity. To plunder the daughters under the observation of their mother would likewise induce magic of much strength. He thought again of beautiful Remzain, his full sister. He would need her too, perhaps, afterwards, to complete the magic required. They had shown strong feelings towards each other, in spirit, temperament, as well as sexual, but they had always obeyed the rules regarding brothersisters. Brothers were forbidden from penetrating their sisters. The offspring of such unions must strictly be aborted. Ancient prophesiers taught that whenever such unions created human life, such offspring would be bitter and evil, making war or treachery on their own people. So be it. He would ride his sister, if time allowed, because he had wanted to since before adulthood, and held back. There would be powerful magic here too. He would have his sister after Ishtral, if the house were not adequately hidden by then, and if the savage invaders had not reached them and put an end to their magic. If he did so and any conception occurred abortion could be carried out at a later stage, if they survived themselves. If he did so and there was time, he was sure enough magic would be created to hide the inhabitants who were still here. He wished he could hide the whole city, but that could not be. The invaders were already abroad, and there was not time to build higher magic than he would now attempt. Princil's Magic Ch. 01 If they were to succeed the sexual communion must begin as soon as possible, immediately. He waited for Ishtral's answer. He felt that much time had passed since he had asked, but time had stilled for him while his thoughts filled him. Whatever may occur the magic must be begun as soon as possible or it would be too late! To be continued in Princil's Magic Chapter 2 Princil's Magic Ch. 02 (Continued from Princil's Magic Chapter 1) Ishtral considered Princil's words. He was like a son. They were close, but now she turned her attention to the issue, she realised there had for a long time been something which had kept them apart. She had sensed, but never interpreted, the glances and occasional gaze from her husbandson. She was reminded that he had found her attractive. On reflection she was used to seeing his eyes avert from her, rather than become too invasive. She had often appreciated his paleskinned smooth features, his fine head of straight ravenblack hair. He was a special child, gifted in the arts. She had considered him a strange one, one who chose to stay home and be lonely so often, but she recognised he was special, and had never doubted his growing abilities as a mage. When he proclaimed his reasons for this request she believed him to be genuine. His lust for her was not what drove him. She believed him when he said he could create a magic which might save them. She had to believe him. Could she enjoy this invasion of her person? Of course, what woman would not appreciate Princil's slender frame. And a woman of her age was grateful, even in circumstances of normality, for the offer of youth. Because of their close second motherson relationship she had never really considered him as a potential lover. Let the young ones explore each other across the household, she had always thought, and they had. Serena's children had known hers well in adulthood, binding the household even closer. But she had never sought to join them, taking her younger adult lovers from outside. Ishtral admitted inwardly to having had latent sexual thoughts about him as a teen, but no adult could breach the strict rules regarding the protection of a child's innocence. She had been a very sexually satisfied woman with many lovers always. She had spared only passing thoughts about what she knew she could not have. But now she could have she sensed the stirrings of lust within her. In the afternoon, before the terror which now assailed them had changed everything, she had spent sexual time with her firsthusband Chanceleord (Remzain and Princil's father), enjoying still the fading beauty of his gradually aging body, enjoying also the tender ministrations he had given her. Serena had come to them, as she often did, offering herself to them if they would have her for a short while, before she went elsewhere on duties. Thus they had shared Chanceleord many times over the years, and still did from time to time. When Serena first joined the household as Chanceleord's secondwife Ishtral had initially felt some sense of loss as her powerful husband, who was such a special man, was now to be shared. That loss was in the closeness of their relationship. She would no longer be the sole female mother of the household, and might lose her position at the centre of it. Chanceleord had always had a large sexual appetite, as she had also, so from the earliest days of their marriage they had shared each other's partners and given each other the sexual space to have other partners and privacy when it was asked for. But to live from day to day with another woman had been a sharing of her husband which she had not looked forward to. The arrangement had however worked well over the years and her bond with Serena had become far stronger than she had ever expected. After the first few months of sharing the household Ishtral realised she would have had it no differently, if it had been her choice alone. At the first Serena had wanted Chanceleord to herself whenever possible. Chanceleord and Ishtral had accommodated her in this, as long as they too had their private times. Chanceleord had been as keen to partake of Ishtral's favours as ever. There was never any sign of his own ardour cooling. He probably viewed them both as being ideal beauties for his collection of wives, and why would any man not want the best and love them both equally? Ishtral had been taken aback by Serena's ripe beauty when she first laid eyes upon her, and feared for her position in her husband's favours, as an older wife, as the young woman had entered the household. She remembered the day when Chanceleord suggested he take both of them to his bed together. She had always thought Serena attractive, but as a rival in love more than someone with whom she felt a powerful fascination. It was strange how attraction can so easily be clouded by mundane jealousies. It would of course be interesting and she had happily agreed. Ishtral had been taken aback by Serena's excitement. As soon as Ishtral agreed Serena's face had lit up with pleasure and she had been keen to begin. In that first triple sharing bedroom encounter they had become lovers of each other, as well as of Chanceleord. "We will depart," spoke Serena, "while you choose what you will do." She said this to Ishtral, who was a close partner to her in most matters, but this was different, and may prove difficult for them both. She did not wish to embarrass her lover in this sensitive issue. It was one easy matter to share male lovers, but to take a lover's son from her in this family home was bound to make Ishtral feel awkward. Ishtral would not wish her to be present as she invaded the youth of her son. Ishtral might even refuse to do Princil's bidding! But if she and Remzain were to depart Ishtral would feel easier to do this necessary deed, which might save them all. Serena's own mind was still reeling from the shock of her son's suggestion. She had thought there were no taboos which could shock her. There were no sexual ideas, save unpleasant tortures and pain, which could not be at least entertained in her mind, even if they were unacceptable to the rules of society. She regarded herself as a sexual nymph. She would share her own beauty, to some degree, with anyone, male or female, generously, and loved to be the centre of others' sexual attention, even if her own desire were not strong. Unfortunately it was impossible for anyone to make themselves available to all comers at any time. She had always kept her son outside her sexual thoughts, as mothers do, but she was proud of him, and she regarded him as an attractive man. If she had not been his mother she would have wanted him too. The thought that he might want Ishtral, or that Ishtral might enjoy him had not offended her in fact. He was quite old enough to choose to love his secondmother. She had noticed Princil's sexual interest in Ishtral over those recent years when he was becoming a man. She had regarded his desire as perfectly natural, although she had not expected him to act upon it with his secondmother, or for Ishtral to reciprocate. It would not have been considered seemly for Ishtral to encourage her husbandson, although after adulthood such a match was not forbidden. She imagined that, if Ishtral had not been her son's secondmother and been closely involved in his upbringing, the beautiful matriarch would have been keen to share her essence with a fine youth such as Princil, who, Serena knew well, was of a type which usually appealed to the matriarch. "Ishtral, if you agree to my son's request you will have my blessing," Serena declared. "There is no shame in this, for this may save us all. Such a joining is not forbidden, even in the good times. Come Remzain we will go to our rooms while they decide." Remzain followed her mother out of the hall, her eyes still wet with the shock of the awful tidings, and a look of something else, unfathomable, in her face. "We must begin then!" Ishtral said, spreading her arms in welcome, feeling the urgency of the situation, hoping the urgency and fear in the back of their minds would not foil Princil's magic. "It is I who must first be aroused," said Princil, in a voice which was clear and concise, the instructions of a teacher, strange to be coming from her husbandson who had been like one of her own, taught partly by herself, in much that he knew about the world surrounding him. "What shall I do?" "Remove the clip of your cloak." She did so and it fell to the mosaic floor. "There is no bed here," she said. "Should we not go to a bedroom?" "We shall see," he said. "We shall see as our magic develops. We need to begin here. Partly so others may join us." It was clear that he was to be the master in this magic. "I see, and what next?" "You are still a beautiful woman Ishtral," he said her name in a way he had not spoken out loud before, with adoration. "Very beautiful. You know that I have long wanted you?" "I do now." "Show me your body. Arouse me!" Ishtral saw he was giving her opportunity to prove how she could turn a man into her worshipper. This was something she had done many times before, and yet each time had always been different. Undressing in front of her husbandson was different to a lover or her husband, or before groups of naked and semi naked friends. Princil wore the black clothing of a mage, and a black cloak which together covered his whole body. His attention was upon her, but he remained the young child whom she had sometimes helped to read. Self consciousness felt new to the woman who had led countless lovemakings, been the object of half the city's desire. Her disrobing was an awkward thing this time, unusually, and she realised she had not being taking the centre of communal sexual gatherings recently, as the consciousness of age developed. She struggled to believe her beauty as she unfastened her cords, allowing her silky dress to open. Her pure flesh was revealed, firm polished breasts, as youthful as the day she married Chanceleord. Her skin glistened with the sheen of nervousness, but to the youth of her household was smooth as imagined from the days of his virgin adherence. Princil gasped at the perfection of her shape, hardly believing a woman of her middle years could be so perfect. His gaze lowered to the dark hairs which protected her most intimate passages. He could see none of the sagging of age, and felt the stirrings of magic within him, as he felt drawn to that precious place. Unbidden his penis rose up before him, swelling with desire for her dark enclosures. "Let me see your shoulders," he whispered. Even as the magic came upon him without effort, from the strong beauty of her body, he was aware of time, of the danger which beset them, and the urgency of their situation. 'Good magic cannot be rushed,' he reminded himself, but nonetheless he bade her to undress more swiftly than he would have preferred, because he could not banish the urgency from his mind. As the firstwife of his household discarded her dress Princil spoke swiftly the first words of incantation, drawing magic swiftly to himself as his arousal grew. "And you?" she asked. "When do you disrobe?" She could see the black garment of his bulging out where his penis must be. She knew his column was stiffened and strong. "Shortly. Turn around. Let me look at you, all of you." These words were followed by further whispered incantations, which Ishtral could barely hear or understand. She wondered that he could feel the pure lust at the same time as he spoke the words. There must be a great effort of concentration within him. Dutifully she turned for him displaying her sculpted back in all its glory, her strong shoulders and curved flanks. She wondered at this sudden alteration in their relationship. Today she had been the matron of the household, and now she was obeying his every instruction without question. What communal taboos would they together break. "Bend for me Ishtral, against the table edge." She did so, holding the edge of the table, twisting her strong featured face at the same time to hold his gaze. Prancil felt new pangs of desire as he stared hungrily at the twist of her graceful flesh. He could feel the magic bursting within him already. His penis throbbed with lust, but he held himself back from an immediate lustful assault. This magic had to be carefully laid, because the price of too quick an arousal might be a failure to weave sufficient magic to protect the House. Fully robed Prancil spoke to the Goddess of the World. She it was who protected her children, male and female from the dangers which beset them, harnessing the uncontrolled winds, the fires of the sun and of the bowels of the world, the cold of the heavens, to produce the worldly paradise in which the peoples of Shalirion and beyond all lived. She was the mother of the world. He hoped she would listen to his magic and nurture it. She surely could not condone evil, the opposite of all the goodness she brought for the world. He knew he only needed to reach her, to create enough natural magic for her to hear them. Slowly he came towards his secondmother, hands stretched before him in anticipation of Ishtral's warm flesh, his penis stretching the black robe before him, as if determined to find a resting place within the seductive secondmother. With a sob of emotion the young mage laid hands upon her warm breathing flesh. He felt the power enter his fingertips, while she too felt the subtle shock of his touch. His fingers brushed the smooth shoulders, lightly caressing the rippling back, moving in the direction of her shapely backside. Princil led his new lover up the wide staircase and towards his father's bedroom, the one he shared so much of the time with Ishtral, although she too had her own when she wished to use it or to make way for her husbands other friends and lovers. There would be increased magic created by the knowledge in both of them that this was the bedchamber of Princil's father, and that the last time these sheets had been used, only during the afternoon before, Ishtral had shared the bed with both Princil's father and his mother Serena. They had contorted together with Ishtral in innocent bliss, not knowing the dangers they were soon to face. "Don't close the door," said Princil. "Maybe the others will hear us if they come onto the corridor and they may be persuaded to join us." Despite the dangers that approached them a lively passion was upon him. He found himself entering into his own magic with enthusiasm and lust, and he wanted to break all the restrictions which bound them all. "Unbelt me now, and take my robe," instructed Princil. She did his bidding like a servant, without question, keen for whatever he would do to happen. Despite her knowledge of the outside horrors, which could yet entangle them, she was occupied by lust for her husbandson. Her body thrilled with excitement, as Princil's smooth white flesh was revealed. He was slender and slim, the muscles of his arms and chest undefined by the exercise of any manual labour, but naturally formed in shapes which she found pleasing. His penis stretched out before him, stretching out towards his secondmother, as if in supplication. She could see the pulse of his lifeblood throbbing in his organ. "Taste me," he instructed, simply. Ishtral did as she was bid, awed by the size of a penis she could easily remember bathing when he was a younger child. She thought how quickly the years had gone by, and wondered, childishly, how such an impressive cock could remain so hidden from her in her own household in these last few years. She took the glans of his penis deep into her mouth, even into her throat, gazing at his face as she did so, uncertain and confused by what she was doing. She felt the thrill of taboos broken and new ground achieved. Her heart beat rapidly and she felt the dams of secret desire breached. Excitement flowed out and flooded her heart, holding the fear in the back of her head back. She brought irresistible sensations to him. In his pleasure he fumbled for the words of the incantations which he had studied shortly before. "Goddess hear the lust in my soul for this woman who was forbidden to me. She was my secondmother, but I always wished to drink from her. She is beauty and perfection in my soul. Feel my passion and make it a fuel for your magic." He viewed her as she twisted her fine featured face gently over his penis. He saw in her face the perfection of bone structure, which had drawn him and all other men he knew. Her skin was smooth and youthful, despite her growing age, youthful beyond possibility. Concentrating he pried into that unblemished shape, discovering deeper fulfilment in her loveliness. He found something else too! There was magic here, in this face where he had expected none. He tested it and lifted it, to find its effect and purpose. Ishtral's face was not everything it projected. He peered through and under the unforeseen magic. The skin creased and hardened, loosening with age and flabby folds. Still this was Ishtral, fine featured and beautiful, but mature as might have been expected for a lady in the midst of her fifties, wise, loving, caring, loveable, but not the smooth sculptured siren who drew every man's unbidden glance. He felt a momentary disappointment, for the perfection he saw with his eyes, in possession of his penis, was not the reality he now perceived through magician sight. Still she was the figure he had so often worshipped. He was able to recognise the beauty he had always seen. His own magic must be pure, the lust strong and honest to work well. Disappointment sought to distract him from his pleasure, but there was more than enough lust for her being for him to continue his own arousal. He found within himself that he loved her, the lady within, of his past and his present. The mask of perfect beauty, which she had wrapped herself in, was an enhancing magic, common among those gifted enough to create it amongst the ageing women of Shalirion. Some men practised this kind of magic too, a harmless enhancement which made Shalirion an all the more beautiful land. She knew nothing of the brief conflict within him. His penis remained engorged, his magic grew larger, spinning a thickening mist. Skilled lover that she was, she cupped his most sensitive testicles with both hands, stroking beneath them, flicking his arse hole with her fingernails. His words weaved an ever thicker magic, which outside began to enshroud the Household in a mist, which could hardly be seen by the naked eye. If one was to look directly towards the building he or she would be unable to perceive any particular doors or windows, and would be drawn to see around and past the House, rather than at it. Judging the time to be right he beckoned her to lie back onto his father's bed so that he might trace his hands over her curves and lick at her open vulva, something he had found gave great pleasure to his lovers. He knew already that his secondmother was aroused by what she did, and by him. He sensed the sexual flush in her skin and the strong inhalation of breath, the erectness of her nipples. His magical vision already drew from her feelings of lust and excitement, which he was pleased to find were strong. In the magic he drew from her he sensed her strong desire to have his penis, which had been in her mouth, between her legs and deep within her. There was a strong urgent desire to place her right hand upon her clitoris and frig it. If he did not give her the licking she needed she would soon rudely take over with her own hand. Taking the warning learned by magic he increased the strength of his licking. She cried out in between the oral penetrations of his tongue as she bucked in orgasm. Then she mounted him, taking his seed deep into her deepest recess as she arched her body upon him. When he seemed ready she unseated herself from his penis and fell forward onto the bed on all fours, sticking her shapely behind outwards in invitation to penetrate. He stood behind her and inserted himself, pounding wildly as she juddered onto him, pounding herself back onto him as much as he pounded into her, taking care not to lose his penis from its new home. Then he clutched at her and like an animal tore into her with energetic addiction. She screamed in ecstasy and his grunts merged into hers as he unloaded his juices deeply into her. Magic whined and shaped in the air above the lovers, and the mist grew thick about the House hiding it almost completely from anyone who might seek it, deflecting their vision away along the streets which surrounded it. Princil's Magic Ch. 02 When he withdrew it she gobbled the remaining traces from his stick while he remained hardened. Then he bent to her and using mouth and fingers brought her to the long ecstasy she had hungered for as the magic had taken hold. Crying out desperately she gave herself to him and to the magic which flowed through her. As the wetness came she was conscious of three figures in the doorway. She knew them well. Princil's sister, her husband's daughter Remzain, slim, beautiful and dark, like her mother, stood watching their final moments of ecstasy, and behind her, Ishtral's own lovely adult daughters, Samatha and Felyst. Ishtral felt the thrill of being wide open amongst her family. There were no secrets. They witnessed her soul and her body being refreshed and cleansed by a passion with no guilt, as Princil's magic took her over the top, and she welcomed them. When she was finished they lay panting in each other's arms for indeterminate minutes. Princil's penis never lost its hardness and the magic was undiminished. It became clear that he wished to be satisfied again.