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Wizard of Zovoe Chapter 11: Epilogue (MFF 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 [1] After spending a few nights in Zovoe basking in the glow of the townspeople's gratitude, the group split up and headed home. The dwarves, Lemley and Lynda, headed back to the enclave to seek a new quest. Gylal and Cyd were going to head back to Kar Tosk to brief the Emperor, but Cyd was only planning to accompany him for part of the trip. Rhys and Jillian would soon be back in the capitol city themselves, but first they had business to discuss with the Guardian of the Tong. Entering the edge of the forest just before sunset, Jillian and Rhys dismounted and led their horses slowly forward, waiting for the path to close up around them after dark as it had during their previous visit. This time, however, they were much further into the forest before darkness fell, so it got darker much faster after sunset. Jillian was quite calm this time as the darkness enveloped them, somewhat more certain in both her abilities and the nature of the forest. “You are back more quickly than I expected, mage,” the clear voice of Erdore, Guardian of the Tong, said, her voice crystal clear and ringing in the quiet of the forest. “We-” “Why do you not address me?” Jillian interrupted. A thin laugh, then Erdore emerged from the wall of trees, nude and glorious, walking toward them. “Forgive me, I meant no offense, sorceress.” The forest woman caressed Jillian's face, then let her hand drop down and brush across her robe cloaked breasts. She flipped her hand over and idly hefted Jillian's breast. “But why are you here when the task is not complete?” Jillian breathed deeply as she felt the power of Erdore's caress. She found it intoxicating. She reached out and Rhys held her hand. As she made contact with him, she broke herself away from Erdore's seduction. Surprised, but pleasantly so, Erdore released the woman's tit and looked at Rhys. “Well?” Rhys reached in his pouch and carefully lifted out the amulet. Erdore gasped. Then her eyes narrowed and there was no mistaking her seriousness. She reached out for the small piece of jewelry. “Give that to me.” Rhys considered, for an instant, not doing that. But something in Erdore's voice told him that he would not likely win such a challenge. He let the thing dangle loosely and watched as the forest woman took it gently in her hands, a visible wave of relief mixed with hatred crossing her face. She closed her hands around the amulet, her eyes lost focus. “Pihenes,” she said, rest. There was the briefest sensation of energy, a small blink of light, and Erdore opened her hand. Where there had been a small shiny amulet before, now there was a dark and misshapen piece of metal. She dropped it to the forest floor and looked at the two humans. “You have once again served the Tong. And the Wyr. What do you ask in return?” Rhys took his hand from Jillian's and grasped her staff. He held it and the metal that Erdore had given them the last time they were here. “How are these, and the amulet, related?” Erdore spoke levelly, “Information? Very well. My sister, Elon, was the Guardian of the Wyr. She was killed in battle and her essence enslaved. So the staff is of the Wyr, even as she was the Wyr. The metal I gave you and that of the amulet are the same. It is able to absorb magic. The amulet held a piece of her trapped inside. So you see, A is related to B, B is related to C and thus, well, no need to be pedantic.” Erdore stroked Rhys' face, then dropped her hand and reached into his robes, searching for his cock. She turned to Jillian. “What would you ask?” Rhys squeezed her hand as Erdore squeezed his thickening cock. She found herself becoming aroused again. She tried to shake it off. “Tell me of the objects used to capture Elon's essence.” Erdore grinned. “Information? Yet again? You have trained her well, mage.” Rhys breathed heavily as she stroked him. “I only trained her in magic. Her mind is her own.” Erdore nodded. Looked at Jillian again. “I like you sorceress. We should keep it that way.” Jillian nodded. “Does that mean you will not answer my question?” Erdore laughed. “It is my turn to ask for a boon. I will answer, if partially, and answer something else.” Jillian nodded in agreement, but before Erdore could speak she reached out and cupped the forest woman's mound. Two could play at the distraction game. Jillian found the Guardian wet, but she did not expect the rush of excitement as her fingers stroked the demi-god. Erdore grinned. “Very nice indeed. Well then. The amulet contained all the uncertainty of my sister. It would most likely have said or done anything it could in hopes of being secure. How did you catch the one who had it?” “I tried to use my staff to ask the amulet to stay. At the time I did not know I was trying to contact the amulet.” Erdore sighed as Jillian stroked her. “You have done well.” “So would the amulet have made its owner feel that uncertainty?” Jillian asked quickly. Erdore nodded, then pressed Jillian's hand firmly against her pussy. “Of course. It would have made the owner very open to suggestions. The suggestions of his master I suspect. Ready to believe an offer of the whole world.” Rhys nodded, still enjoying her manipulation of his prick. “The amulet was only a small part, and therefore this is the reason our quest is not yet complete.” She squeezed him. “Precisely. The other two pieces will contain her will and her sexuality. Both very strong as you no doubt understand. I do not desire to speak further of this. As with the amulet, you must return it to me so I can release Elon from her prison. Do not use the objects lest her tortured mind begin to twist yours.” Jillian worked two fingers into the forest Guardian, who sighed and smiled. “What is your other question? I am ready for some of this wizard's cock if you will let me have it.” Jillian now smiled. “I will let you use my man, and without asking a price.” Erdore threw her head back, then slowly returned her gaze to Jillian. “I do like you. Now, ask your other question before I decide to just fuck him.” Rhys was mildly offended at being discussed in the third person. But, like any man, he found it difficult to complain when a woman was pleasantly stroking his cock. “Tell me of the sword Latek.” Though she tried to hide it, Erdore was clearly surprised at the question, but she did not hesitate. “Latek is a kindred spirit born out of the void. From the beginning, however, she has been one with the metal, and so her mind is at ease.” Erdore removed her hand from Rhys' cock, and pushed away Jillian's hand. “Latek is kin, quite powerful and with a mind of her own, regardless of her form. From the look in your eyes you have seen what she can do. I tell you this. If you can find her again, get the wielder to join you. If you fight the mage that has mastered my sister, it may be all that can save you from the foul twin of Latek that has been forged.” Jillian was now surprised. “What?” Erdore shook her head. “No more questions. Will you submit to the forest? To me?” Jillian let herself be pushed to the forest floor, onto a soft bed of leaves. As she mumbled, “Yes,” the vines on the ground lifted and parted her robes. Erdore knelt between her legs, her mouth inches from Jillian's hot and wet flesh. She lapped Jillian once with her tongue. “I do like you.” She dove in at once, plunging her long tongue fully inside the nubile sorceress and instantly eliciting a purr. Jillian swam in a sea of pleasure as Erdore feasted on her pussy and slowly worked her way up toward the wizardess' clit. Rhys had watched the lewd display as it unfolded right in front of him. Erdore, mistress of the forest, had quickly and effectively seduced his lover and apprentice, and even now was licking her toward a climax. As Jillian's breathing became more and more erratic, Rhys felt his prick getting stiffer—if that were possible. Erdore's pussy was flared open and just a couple of feet from him. The invitation was obvious. Rhys shed his robes, then knelt behind the Guardian and guided his cock into her eager flesh. Finally having what she wanted all along, Erdore locked her lips on Jillian's clit and sucked it into her mouth. Jillian instantly soared into an orgasm, while Erdore kept massaging her clit and not letting the feeling ebb. Rhys watched as Jillian crested, and it drove him to fuck the forest woman ever harder. The woman who was wrapped around his cock gripped him almost unnaturally with her pussy muscles and started to milk him. His eyes rolled up in his head as he held her hips and drove himself into her fully. As Jillian went over the crest again, Rhys accelerated his fucking, even as Erdore sought to coax him to cum with (and in) her pussy. The rippling of her slick channel along his cock, coupled with the sight before him, drove Rhys over the edge just a bit later. Rhys pumped jet after jet into the forest woman as he continued to pound her willing form. Feeling his cum enter her body, Erdore paused her pleasure attack on Jillian and allowed herself the distraction of a climax. It was white hot and brilliant, exploding behind her eyes as she felt every pulse of the wizard's cock as he strained to deposit his seed as deeply as he could. Erdore regained her senses a moment before the others, and used her muscles to stroke the last drop out of Rhys before he sagged away from exertion. The now sated forest Guardian slumped to the ground, and a blanket of leaves covered her. Jillian and Rhys curled up around her, and leaves blanketed them as well. Rhys was alert for just a moment longer, long enough to ask Erdore for one more valuable piece of information. She smiled and snuggled with them. She answered, and then, as one, they drifted off to sleep. [2] A week later Rhys, Jillian and Gylal were in the imperial city and in a private audience with the Emperor. “Do you think he intends harm toward Anora?” Tomas asked after hearing the full tale, or at least as much as they had felt he needed to hear. “He intends to harm the world, my Lord, not just us,” Rhys said. Tomas paced. “Then you shall have to go after him, of course. Where do you think he is?” Rhys grinned, his memory returning to their last night in the Tong. “We will find him in the Samur.” Tomas nodded. “Gylal, I need you here for the moment, but Rhys, you and Jillian are to go to the Samur and find this mage. Do whatever is necessary.” He waved his arms as he left the room, “Use my name if you think it will help.” Gylal followed the Emperor out of the room, leaving the mages to themselves. “Do you know much of the Samur?” she asked. He nodded, just a bit. “Only a little. But what I know tells me that you and I must have very open minds if we are to be there for any length of time.” “Oh? And why is that?” He cupped her breasts. “There is much for us to discuss.” The End of The Wizard of Zovoe, this tale will conclude in The Samur. Return to Index |