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The
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of Zovoe Chapter 1: Beginnings and Portents (Fsolo magic) � 2010 Rhys.The.Mage Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4 || Ch. 5 || Ch. 6 || Ch. 7 || Ch. 8 || Ch. 9 || Ch. 10|| Ch. 11 Book 2, The Wizard of Zovoe, immediately follows the events of Book 1, Thief of Essence. Synopsis:In Book 1 Jillian made use of Rhys to become a sorceress. In the process the two became lovers as well as Master and Apprentice. Following reports of a rogue mage in the eastern provinces, a party of seven (Rhys, Jillian, Rhys' aide Gylal, two fighters and two scouts) have departed the Imperial City to investigate the strange claims. The little party is traveling east by northeast on the road out of Kar Tosk. “You did well in your demonstration for Tomas, you should be proud,” Rhys said. “Tomas? Oh, the Emperor. I simply did as you taught. Why do you call the Emperor by his first name?” said Jillian. “We have known each other a long time.” He ignored her questioning look. “You did even better than I hoped. I knew he would be suspicious of my apprenticing a woman, so it is good you succeeded.” “But if I could do that by myself, why did you need a staff that day in Yoshk?” “Incinerating creatures is not as easy. Incinerating things that want to be living is harder still. A staff is a useful tool for focusing energy and thoughts, nothing more.” “And I suspect burning them is not the only thing that can be done.” They mounted their horses and the lead scout, Rab, got them underway with no additional fanfare. “Lesson one, you must focus,” Rhys said to her as they left the capitol behind. “Feeling is best. Lesson two, Shades can be banished with a strong enough flame. Lesson three, dragons cannot.” Her eyes grew large. “Dragons? They exist?” “In small numbers and in but a few places in the world. With a bit of luck you will never see one.” “Have you?” “Twice. And now is not the time. You have more lessons to learn. “Vedely fellelk,” he said. Jillian recognized the spell, felt herself get instantly wet as she became acutely aware of the saddle rubbing against her mound. “Are you trying to distract me?” “Of course not, I am teaching. Most people are very open to spells of this type. You must learn how to work through the distraction, learn to block them, and how to counter them.” “How do you know when you have countered it?” “You will learn to better sense that in time. For this lesson, it will be more obvious.” “Oo,” Jillian suddenly squeaked as a small orgasm ripped through her. Rab, a wiry black haired man, turned at the outburst. Jillian blushed but managed to return his look. “When you can stop coming, you will have countered the spell,” Rhys said. Jillian found the string of orgasms she was being dealt by the motion of the horse to be endlessly enjoyable, but also tremendously successful at keeping her distracted. She figured she better come up with a solution quickly or she might collapse and fall off her horse. She concentrated on the horse's gait, found she could anticipate the sequence that drove her over the edge, and she rode out the next orgasm with a smile and a bit of heavy breathing. As soon as it passed she ran over a series of possible words in her mind. The words were strange to her, for although she had read them in the book and they stuck in her mind, she had never heard them spoken. She had a list of three words when she sensed another orgasm coming. After riding out the pleasant spasms, she concentrated on her sopping wet pussy and said, “Leebe, kasos.” Her horse snorted and kicked twice, sending her into another climax. She panted as it passed over her, stronger than the previous one. She clutched at the reins. Rhys, who had been watching the show, came closer. “The pronunciation you are looking for is 'lie ee be.' Try that.” She nodded, focused, and tried again. “Lyebe, kasos.” A moment later she knew she had been successful when the horse's gait no longer caused her pussy to spasm. “Whew,” she ran a hand through her hair. “Is all instruction going to be so enjoyable?” He frowned. “No, not all, but we can speak of that later.” His frown shifted to a slight smile. “Perhaps we should go over pronunciation. You wouldn't want to do something really bad without knowing. Or, worse yet, not be able to do something simply because of how it is supposed to sound.” “Why does the sound matter at all? Why can't I just say, 'Flame!' and have something burst in to fire?” Rhys shrugged. “Good luck with that. In the mean time, your enemies and I will use the old language to have our way. Your choice.” Jillian spent the next several hours alternately studying what amounted to a dictionary's worth of old language words and sparring with Rhys. She succeeded in blocking many of them, but once in a while he was still able to get one through. She was frustrated that she could never strike at him. “Why is it I can't give you a sudden hard-on oh master wizard.” Even before he spoke she knew what he was going to say and she mentally blocked the spell he threw at her. “Kasos, kieneg,” he said. He was not surprised when she did not react. “You see, you have figured it out. All spells that act on you personally act on your mind first. You can block their effect through will, the same as you cast a spell.” “And this is why I cannot have any effect on you.” He rode close to her, leaned over and kissed her. “Of course you have an effect on me, just not in that way. I have been doing this long enough that most of those kinds of spells are just pointless. However, you must be careful when you sleep.” Jillian sighed. “There is always more, isn't there.” Rhys nodded. “Now it is time to speak of wards. And once you are passable there, I must teach you of defense against the dark,” he paused, “uh, bad magic.” “Bad magic?" "Never mind" "So, just defense then?” “Survival is always first, then you can learn to attack. For defense you must be able to act on instinct. For attack you always have time to consider you move.” Jillian nodded, not satisfied, “Do you think I will be ready by the time we reach Om?” “Of course not, but that is no reason not to teach you. We have no idea of what to expect there, and it would be irresponsible for me not to give you some preparation.” Next Chapter |