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Wizard of Zovoe Chapter 7: The Matter of Om (MF viol 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] As they started to head off, the dwarves blocked their path. “Now, might you be tellin' us the plan before we go?” Lemley asked. Rhys, and the others, looked confused, but he spoke for the group. “Well Lemley, as the wizard you just killed used to be the guildmaster of Om, we figured we would head there. I need to clean up the guild and put a stop to its evil.” Lynda, who just now had finished rebuckling her armor, sat on a nearby rock in the shade of a large boulder. She drew a dagger and idly cleaned her fingernails. She seemed in no hurry to go. Rhys, feeling he had missed something, said, “What?” Lynda looked at him. “You don't wonder how we came to be here?” Gylal spoke, “I generally don't ask questions when things work out well, but now that you mention it, how did you find us? You couldn't have been waiting on this precise spot.” Lemley had moved behind Lynda and was looking down her armor at her respectable cleavage. “We found you for the same reason, essentially, that we did not follow you through the forest.” Jillian nodded excitedly. “You went around the forest!” “You could say that, from a certain point of view,” said Lynda. “A certain point of view?” said Gylal. “Just so,” said Lemley. “We bypassed the forest by going under the bight.” Rhys got off his horse, finally understanding. “And you came up here because the dwarves live under the mountain.” Lynda's eyes lit up and she sheathed her dagger. “Now that you slow tall people have figured out the obvious, shall we show you a less obvious and less defended way to get to Om?” Lusan and Gylal guffawed even as the remainder of the little band dismounted and made to follow the dwarven duo. The two moved quickly ahead of them, leading them around a number of boulders on a path that was all but invisible from the main road. Not thirty feet from the center of the battle, they moved an oddly shaped stone the size of a horse with a gentle shove. It rolled aside and revealed a wide opening into the side of the mountain. Cool air greeted them as they moved toward the darkness. “Why does no one see this?” Jillian asked. “Because they do not want to,” said Gylal. The dwarves nodded and moved into the tunnel. “Just so. Would one of you wizard types care to light the way?” Lemley said. Rhys uttered the word and the tunnel disappeared tens of yards out in front of them. As the last of the party and the horses entered the tunnel Lynda pushed on a small spot on the wall and the rock rolled to close the passage. [2] After little more than an hour they came upon a small enclave. Most, but not all of the inhabitants were dwarves. There were some humans as well, and even an elf or two. There were shops selling food, wares and ale, and even a place to stable the horses. Lynda pointed out some finely excavated shafts that brought fresh air from the outside. Small wells supplied the water needs for the denizens under the mountain. There were perhaps two hundred people living in the area. Lynda and Lemley introduced them to the local leadership and then took them to a place where they could rest and eat. Over dinner, loud music drowned out most conversation. Rhys found time to pull Lemley aside. “I need to get to Om tonight. Can it be done?” Lemley took another swig from his bottle of ale. “Of course it can. But should you? Are the rest of you ready for a fight? I presume you are expecting one.” Rhys nodded. “I am. But this fight is mine. The others would simply be in danger. And if I can go tonight I will likely surprise them.” Lemley nodded, then picked up a morsel of cheese and threw it at Lynda. She whipped around to identify the assailant an instant after it bounced off her head. Lemley moved his fingers in a quick manner. Lynda nodded slightly and made an even more muted gesture with her hand. “We will take you there in four hours. I suggest you get some sleep.” “We?” Lemley smiled. “You think I go anywhere by myself?” “I meant, can't you just show me the way.” Lemley slapped the wizard on the back with an open palm. Rhys about spit out his mouthful of ale. “Aye, I could. But there's no fun in that. Besides, killing snooty wizards is all kinds of fun.” Lemley looked a bit sheepish. “Er, no offense of course.” Rhys laughed, smacked Lemley on the back. “None taken. If you don't mind my asking, how did you two come to a decision without a, uh, fight?” Lemley smiled. “The wife likes getting nekkid in front of people. I just play along. We decided to join you before Gylal spoke with us.” Rhys nodded. “The hand language.” “It does come in handy.” A little while later, Rhys and Jillian went off by themselves to sleep. Lusan had caught the eye of a particularly adventurous lady dwarf, and Gylal was just looking for rest. A little over three hours later the dwarves came to get Rhys. As he expected, the battle had cost Jillian greatly and she was sleeping soundly. He easily disentangled himself and left her behind. The dwarves were silent until they were in another tunnel headed southwest. Rhys thought they were moving quickly, but he figured they knew where they were going. Once again they were using torches instead of his magic. After a little more than an hour, Lynda held up her hand and they stopped. “There is an exit just ahead that is very close to the Mage Guild. Are you ready?” The female dwarf asked from behind her helm. Rhys shook his head. “If you can find the way without light, I would like to try and figure out how many we face.” The torches were doused in an instant. Lemley said, “We are dwarves. We can find our way through the rock whenever we need. What should we do?” “Move a few feet away, and remain silent. And be ready to move rapidly to the Guild house. And remember, none who remain there are on our side.” “It will be obvious when we need to go?” Lynda asked. “Most certainly,” Rhys said. [3] Rhys stilled his mind and grasped his staff firmly. The words for the scrying came easily to his mind, and having just seen the namaah hours before, he had a clear portrait of her framed in his mind's eye. “Dar e meeles, namaah Azarea,” he whispered. The scene in his mind resolved itself slowly into a place he knew well: the main tower of the Mage Guild building. Rhys felt a moment of disorientation and revulsion as his spy sight settled in behind the eyes of the demoness. It took him a second, but he placed the feeling he had as sexual desire. The ultimate voyeur seat, he watched as the demoness Azarea looked down at the man she was fucking. Rhys noted her too large breasts, heaving up and down as she rode the man who lay beneath her. It had been a long time since Rhys had spied with this method, and he was unprepared for the sensations it aroused. He could feel the man's cock as the namaah's pussy stroked him. It felt as if she were riding him instead of the man. The demoness, Azarea, sensed the man's pleasure and sought to enhance it so as to increase the amount of his spend. Leaning forward, Rhys watched as the impossibly large, alabaster breast with the jet black areola was lowered to the man's mouth. Rhys suddenly recognized the young man. It was Roluv, a young but accomplished mage in his fifth year of study. The man took the proffered teat and sucked greedily at it, bringing his hands into the mix to squeeze the ever tempting milk into his mouth. He groaned his approval even as the thing that rode him prepared to harvest his seed for her feeding. The demoness fluttered her pussy muscles, eliciting an excited growl from Roluv. Leaning forward, she crushed her huge tits into the man's chest and shifted her legs so her calves were on his thighs—pinning him to the floor. Gripping his cock firmly with her pussy, she felt him swell and knew he was close. Rhys watched as Azarea leaned down, putting her face next to the man's ear. Rhys blocked his mind, almost too late, as Azarea stroked the man twice in rapid succession and said, “Klumineerub, Roluv.” The she-demon inhaled in satisfaction as she felt the man trapped beneath her strain to get more cock into her. Keeping her full weight on his pelvis, she rocked her hips, milking him as the spell made him explode. She felt his straining stop, then felt the first pulse of his cock as he unloaded into her, feeding her. With an all to natural demonic grin, she bit his neck just enough to draw blood. What happened next took Azarea, and the voyeur-wizard, by surprise. As the blood entered her mouth, Azarea came forcefully. Her pussy clamped down even more firmly on the cock that impaled her, and a light exploded in her mind. The pure bliss spilled over through the link and affected Rhys as well. As another wave passed over her, Azarea was suddenly aware of a presence in her mind. Stunned at the intrusion, she pushed up off the young man, even as his cock continued to pump and her body continued to drink. She lifted up off the man, not a drop spilling from her cunt. Left with his cock jumping and looking for a place to go, Rulov reached out for her. Hissing as she cast about for the intruder she sensed, she backhanded the young man, sending him rolling across the floor. Before Rhys could break the connection, Azarea shut her eyes, leaving Rhys in darkness. He heard her speak clearly in his mind, “I feel you wizard. Where are you?” … Rhys came to with Lynda slapping his face. “You in there?” she said as his eyes fluttered open. It was still pitch black in the tunnel. “Your breathing sounded like you were getting ready to, ah, well, blow.” Rhys shook his head in an effort to clear his mind. “We have to move now. They don't know where we are, but they will be alert soon.” He felt someone pull him to his feet and lead him through the tunnel. Moments later a pair of hands placed his own on what felt like rungs of a ladder. “Climb. When you get outside you will know where you are.” Rhys climbed as fast as he could. The darkness gave way to weak lamplight and a sky full of night stars. Clear of the tunnel, he oriented himself and recognized he was in the courtyard just outside the Mage Guild. The two dwarves flanked him as he ran for the building. [4] Fortunately for the trio it was the middle of the night and Azarea's howl of alert was not enough to bring all the residents to their feet. Lynda cut down one as he tried to emerge into the main hall, and Rhys used a sharp crack of his staff to stop another. Lemley had their backs as they moved toward the tower. The sounds of battle had been silent enough not to raise any others. Climbing the stairs of the tower, Rhys pulled on Lynda's heel to slow her down. Undeterred, Lynda all but raced up the stairs. Nearing the door at the top, Lynda increased her speed and barreled through the door, rolling neatly and coming up on her feet with both swords drawn. Rhys was a heartbeat behind at the doorway when he saw the she-devil off to the right opposite the female dwarf. Rhys felt what was coming even as the bitch started to say the words. He yelled, “Look out!” as the white-skinned devil with huge tits threw a greenish blast of magic toward Lynda. Heeding the magician's words, Lynda had moved fast, very fast, to get behind a nearby chair. The greenish blob of energy burst near her feet, and the chair and her armor instantly started to smolder. Entering the room a split second later, Rhys saw the dwarven woman desperately trying to undo her greaves, but the magical acid generated enough heat that she was having trouble getting to the straps. The chair had started to disintegrate. Rhys faced the she-demon on equal footing, and Lemley barred the door before trying to move off to help his wife. Now it was just them in the room. Rhys could not help but stare at the totally hairless and nude demoness even as it padded slowly to the left toward the stairs going up. Rhys moved to his right to cut her off. She hissed at him, gestured to the motionless form of Rulov. “The boy was able to feed me just enough to be able to deal with a human wizard and a couple of runts.” Envisioning the words for light, pierce and strike, Rhys held his ground and said, “Feny, zur, tamada.” A pure white light struck the demoness in the chest, staggering her back. Momentarily dazed, Azarea recovered her balance and said, “Esetben ko.” Near Rhys, the stone walls of the chamber shook and started to fall. Jumping away, a large piece just caught his left ankle before he cleared the mess. The pain distracted him only briefly, and in that time the big-titted demon readied another blow. “Hazat lang,” it said. Although a bit distracted, Rhys was well experienced in magical combat. Before Azarea had finished her phrase he was ready. “Kroznie ho,” he said, and as the wall of heat approached him it appeared to bounce and hit the desk and tapestry behind the bitch. Scorching heat flared as the table exploded, searing her inhuman flesh and throwing her across the room to where the dwarves were located. Lemley smiled and thrust a long thin sword at the demoness. Azarea, though fazed and injured, saw the blade coming toward her and clasped it in her hands—an impossible feat of strength. The she-demon's face now took on an altogether demonic appearance as she hissed at the dwarf holding the blade. As the dwarf pushed, Azarea was stunned to find the blade was cutting her alabaster skin, crimson liquid flowing down the blade. “Hurtsss?” the dwarf said. Realizing the dwarf had her own blade, she yelled, “Kiadas, rekeny.” Lemley watched as more of the demoness' blood bathed the blade as she shifted her hands and snapped the weapon at the mid point even as its point touched her flesh. A small pinprick of red appeared between her tits as she broke the weapon in two. Rhys had regained his energy and was considering his move when he saw the witch blade snap in Azarea's grip. With blinding speed, the she-demon punched Lemly in the chest, staggering him backward. In an off hand gesture she flung the blood covered sword fragment like a dagger toward Rhys. Rhys reflexively threw up his arms, and the fragment cleanly pierced his robe, arm, and stopped a fraction of an inch from his eye. Lowering his arms, Rhys watched the demoness throw herself through out the window opening. “Another time, wizard!” she yelled, and disappeared. Lemley threw the broken blade to the floor. “Just my luck, Get a nice witch blade and before you know it, snap, all over.” Lynda had finally removed her greaves, which were now a smoldering heap of unrecognizable metal giving off a fearsome odor. “Fucking bitch! I just had these painted.” “I'll get you some new ones.” “Like hell.” Rhys recognized the signs of renewed dwarven blood lust. There was still work to do. “I hate to interrupt, but the one we seek may still be in this tower.” Lemley grabbed Lynda's pony tail and roughly kissed her. Then he dragged her to her feet. “More blood to spill honey.” She batted her eyes at him, “I love you.” Rhys rolled his eyes, shook the dust of the fallen wall from his hair, and ascended the stairs. [5] Rhys found the room at the top of the tower lit by a single candle. The room, which had until lately been the private study of the Guildmaster, was now devoid of the library it had once held. The bare walls were covered in arcane symbols that radiated darkness and evil. Rhys held up a hand to stop the eager dwarves. “Not yet,” he whispered. “Answering my summons are you Rhys?” a voice from the darkness said. “Killing the innocent is a pathetic way to ask for a meeting.” A hollow laugh was his answer. Rhys could not tell where it had come from. “They are nothing but sheep to be led to the slaughter.” Rhys felt his anger rising. He knew what was to come would not be helped by the dwarves. “Go now. Kill those that remain. I will join you soon.” Lemley, not needing to be told twice, immediately started backing down the stairs. “What, and leave the party?” he heard Lynda say. “Shut up and let's go kill some wizards,” Lemley said. The door closed behind him. “Mutajak, naju,” Rhys said. A hooded figure came into view seated behind a long table. Again the odd laughing. “Now is not the time Rhys.” The figure reached up and grabbed an amulet that hung around his neck. “Who are you?” Rhys asked. “Your undoing,” the mysterious man said. Then there was a brief flash of light, and he was gone. Rhys, still feeling the effects of the recent combat, sent out a probe of his surroundings. There were no other wizards in combat range and he sensed the dwarves were quickly dispatching the few that had decided to remain in this house of evil under the new management. Rhys lit up the room with a short spell and began to study the inscriptions on the walls. He also found a few pieces of paper on the floor that he hoped might give him a clue as to who they were really after. Gathering up the few things he could find, Rhys headed down the stairs. Not unexpectedly, but not altogether pleasantly, he found two naked dwarves, covered in blood and sweat, fucking their brains out. Lynda was on a table, with Lemley standing on a stool so he could reach her pussy. She held on to his shoulders and he fucked her with all his remaining energy. “Ahem,” Rhys said, “Do you think this is wise just now?” Lemley grunted. Lynda panted, “We can talk in a moment.” She grunted at the man between her legs, then leaned her head back and yelled as an orgasm took her. Lemley, not to be left behind, growled his release as he drove into his wife and came as deeply in her as he could. Moments later, they were done and quickly redonning their armor. “See,” Lynda said, “Plenty of time for talk after fucking.” Rhys shook his head. “How many more were there?” Lemley spoke. “Only two more. No fun really, they were sleeping quite soundly. Though I don't know for sure, the bite marks on their necks tells me that bitch thing had fed off them and put them right to sleep.” Rhys nodded. “Find anything interesting?” Lynda smiled. She threw a small pouch to Rhys, who caught it easily. He opened it, immediately recognizing the crests of the Empire and the Duchy of Zovoe on the coins inside. “Swamps. I fucking hate swamps,” Rhys said, dropping the coins the floor with a clatter. Lemley snorted. “Imagine what we think of them.” Next Chapter |